Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Chick rant coming...beware! But, it will be followed by something kinda cool.
Ok, so like...I bought Seven jeans at the Nordstrom in Vegas. I didn't have time to get them tailored to fit lengthwise (guess I'm just too short!), so I brought them to the Nordies across the street from my work.
Now, I can't remember whether I got them in the Savvy or TBD departments, so I'm in line at Savvy. I finally get to the register, and the snooty girl looks me up and down and said, "Oh, that's TBD...", points and walks away.
There's a manager type person who saw me at the Savvy register, then saw me in line at the TBD one and nicely asked me if I couldn't find help at the other register. I said that I thought I had help, but I was told to go to TBD. She apologized and said that she was sorry that the other girl decided not to help me, and the other 2 girls at TBD were sooooooo very nice and accommodating.
WTF is up with Savvy girlies at Nordstrom?! Seven jeans aren't cheap, damnit...and just because I bought them next door to their department, doesn't mean I can't be helped! The Brass Plum girls have helped me when needed it, even if they are "higher end" jeans...but to be looked down on at the same department store, just because my jeans aren't Juicy Couture or something pisses me off.
I've never had a complaint about Nordies until now.
Alright, so last night, my mom and I went to Red Lobster. It was a good dinner, and the waiter was really nice. I bought this cute little black track suit "vintage" looking jacket with pink trim, and it says "Manchester Cricket Club" or something on the back. So on the front, I wore a Depeche Mode pin, a Duran Duran pin, and a Union Jack flag pin to add to it's "Britishness". Our waiter thought my pin said something in Hebrew (why, I have NO idea...I mean, it must be my Jewish-Filipino looks?! LOL!), but realized it said Duran Duran. Then he walks away, comes back and says, "I'll give you a free scoop of ice cream if you can tell me what movie Duran Duran took their name from..."
Are you fucking kidding me? Hahaha...do you think I'm 16 wearing these pins for sport there buddy?
"Barbarella" I said.
I got free ice cream!
Ok, so like...I bought Seven jeans at the Nordstrom in Vegas. I didn't have time to get them tailored to fit lengthwise (guess I'm just too short!), so I brought them to the Nordies across the street from my work.
Now, I can't remember whether I got them in the Savvy or TBD departments, so I'm in line at Savvy. I finally get to the register, and the snooty girl looks me up and down and said, "Oh, that's TBD...", points and walks away.
There's a manager type person who saw me at the Savvy register, then saw me in line at the TBD one and nicely asked me if I couldn't find help at the other register. I said that I thought I had help, but I was told to go to TBD. She apologized and said that she was sorry that the other girl decided not to help me, and the other 2 girls at TBD were sooooooo very nice and accommodating.
WTF is up with Savvy girlies at Nordstrom?! Seven jeans aren't cheap, damnit...and just because I bought them next door to their department, doesn't mean I can't be helped! The Brass Plum girls have helped me when needed it, even if they are "higher end" jeans...but to be looked down on at the same department store, just because my jeans aren't Juicy Couture or something pisses me off.
I've never had a complaint about Nordies until now.
Alright, so last night, my mom and I went to Red Lobster. It was a good dinner, and the waiter was really nice. I bought this cute little black track suit "vintage" looking jacket with pink trim, and it says "Manchester Cricket Club" or something on the back. So on the front, I wore a Depeche Mode pin, a Duran Duran pin, and a Union Jack flag pin to add to it's "Britishness". Our waiter thought my pin said something in Hebrew (why, I have NO idea...I mean, it must be my Jewish-Filipino looks?! LOL!), but realized it said Duran Duran. Then he walks away, comes back and says, "I'll give you a free scoop of ice cream if you can tell me what movie Duran Duran took their name from..."
Are you fucking kidding me? Hahaha...do you think I'm 16 wearing these pins for sport there buddy?
"Barbarella" I said.
I got free ice cream!
Monday, September 27, 2004
Oh hi, hello.
Alright. So let me recap the last few days since I didn't really update much.
Sept 22, 2004
Wednesday
I went with Ten, my sister and Ten's friend whom she calls Mulan to see Jordan Knight. Holy cow was that AMAZING. He was in rare form, I tell ya. Jordan Knight is actually FUNNY. I remember when I saw him in Jan of this year, and he seemed a little tentative. Now, he was all out there...talking about "The Surreal Life" and talking shit to a "heckler" in the audience. I guess she wasn't a heckler, per se, but she was constantly yelling his name and disrupting the performance. At one point, he sang a song he made up for her and then finally told her to "shut up psycho" because she was ruining everyone's good time. She finally agreed to shut up and it was even more fun.
Sept 23, 2004
Thursday
We had that meeting with the living trust manager. That was strange. It was soooo very odd to discuss that, but since my mom is the only living parent, we have to discuss the division of property and how to avoid probate. Afterwards, I talked to UNLV and we finalized our Halloween Haunt trip and our Halloween in Vegas weekend. It was nice to catch up with him, since everything has been so emotional lately.
Sept 24, 2004
Friday
THE Talk. So basically we discussed the house situation and what will happen. I won't go into too much detail, but my sister will be looking for a home to buy now. My mom has been incredibly diplomatic and came up with a solution for her to keep the house and have my sister and her husband move. My sister was sad that she didn't get to keep the house she grew up in, and I made the comment that she needs to take care of a condo because she can't take care of a home right now (which upset her, but hey...that's how I was feeling ESPECIALLY with the way everything went down this summer). I was there for that discussion, and then my mom asked me to leave so they can discuss other matters that involved her husband. Our family discussion took about 30 minutes, their discussion took about 1 hour.
From what I gather, my sister and her husband will aplogize "soon". I'm so disappointed that she can't get her husband to apologize right away, and that he doesn't have the balls to do it now. What could he possibly be waiting for? In my mind, it's cut and dry: you fucked up, now apologize for it, plain and simple.
Sept 25, 2004
Saturday
I drove back up to Lake Forest to visit one of my MSM friends and go with her to see David Ryan Harris again. Although there was no John Mayer sighting, it really didn't matter. This show was better than last week's show, and I'm glad I went this time. In fact, David stopped by where we were ordering drinks and I asked him to play "Don't Look Down" because I knew it was a song about a father talking to his son. I explained that my father died 7 months ago, and it would mean a lot to hear it tonight, being his last small acoustic show. He said that he only got 1 request for that, but now he'll really play it.
DRH played "Don't Look Down" as the 3rd song in the set, and after the show was over (which was cut short due to a band that was there before him, unbeknownst to David), we walked by and he stopped us again. I told him his show was truly amazing this time, and how much it meant to me to hear "Don't Look Down". He hugged me and I knew he felt my sincerity. I wept when the song played. It's beautiful.
Alright...that's all I can think of right now. I'm a little disctracted...there's another bereavement meeting tonight, and we're meeting again with the living trust manager tomorrow.
Alright. So let me recap the last few days since I didn't really update much.
Sept 22, 2004
Wednesday
I went with Ten, my sister and Ten's friend whom she calls Mulan to see Jordan Knight. Holy cow was that AMAZING. He was in rare form, I tell ya. Jordan Knight is actually FUNNY. I remember when I saw him in Jan of this year, and he seemed a little tentative. Now, he was all out there...talking about "The Surreal Life" and talking shit to a "heckler" in the audience. I guess she wasn't a heckler, per se, but she was constantly yelling his name and disrupting the performance. At one point, he sang a song he made up for her and then finally told her to "shut up psycho" because she was ruining everyone's good time. She finally agreed to shut up and it was even more fun.
Sept 23, 2004
Thursday
We had that meeting with the living trust manager. That was strange. It was soooo very odd to discuss that, but since my mom is the only living parent, we have to discuss the division of property and how to avoid probate. Afterwards, I talked to UNLV and we finalized our Halloween Haunt trip and our Halloween in Vegas weekend. It was nice to catch up with him, since everything has been so emotional lately.
Sept 24, 2004
Friday
THE Talk. So basically we discussed the house situation and what will happen. I won't go into too much detail, but my sister will be looking for a home to buy now. My mom has been incredibly diplomatic and came up with a solution for her to keep the house and have my sister and her husband move. My sister was sad that she didn't get to keep the house she grew up in, and I made the comment that she needs to take care of a condo because she can't take care of a home right now (which upset her, but hey...that's how I was feeling ESPECIALLY with the way everything went down this summer). I was there for that discussion, and then my mom asked me to leave so they can discuss other matters that involved her husband. Our family discussion took about 30 minutes, their discussion took about 1 hour.
From what I gather, my sister and her husband will aplogize "soon". I'm so disappointed that she can't get her husband to apologize right away, and that he doesn't have the balls to do it now. What could he possibly be waiting for? In my mind, it's cut and dry: you fucked up, now apologize for it, plain and simple.
Sept 25, 2004
Saturday
I drove back up to Lake Forest to visit one of my MSM friends and go with her to see David Ryan Harris again. Although there was no John Mayer sighting, it really didn't matter. This show was better than last week's show, and I'm glad I went this time. In fact, David stopped by where we were ordering drinks and I asked him to play "Don't Look Down" because I knew it was a song about a father talking to his son. I explained that my father died 7 months ago, and it would mean a lot to hear it tonight, being his last small acoustic show. He said that he only got 1 request for that, but now he'll really play it.
DRH played "Don't Look Down" as the 3rd song in the set, and after the show was over (which was cut short due to a band that was there before him, unbeknownst to David), we walked by and he stopped us again. I told him his show was truly amazing this time, and how much it meant to me to hear "Don't Look Down". He hugged me and I knew he felt my sincerity. I wept when the song played. It's beautiful.
Alright...that's all I can think of right now. I'm a little disctracted...there's another bereavement meeting tonight, and we're meeting again with the living trust manager tomorrow.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Friends, please do not be alarmed. I'm going through many many feelings, and this is one of them.
I think this is the first time I've ever been "depressed". I know I've felt sad before, but that was over stuff that was easily resolved. What I'm feeling is something that underlies everything that I'm doing...even at work. I feel like I'm not fulilled at work, either. I feel like I'm going through the motions, but not really caring.
This is really the first time I've ever felt like this. I'm so lost. It's really been there for awhile, but I've been so busy that I've pushed it aside.
I think I need to be alone somewhere for awhile. I wish I could do what my mom did and go to Canada or somewhere for about a month and dry out. I want to go somewhere where I can cry for days and not worry about anything interrupting me. I'm always trying to hide my feelings and going to work, or out with friends, or even at home. I'm never in the emotion I'm feeling when I'm experiencing it because I'm constantly hiding what I'm feeling in order to function in my everyday life.
So then all of my other interactions with people are affected. I'm forgetful, demanding, unreasonable and irrational. I'm easily irritated. I think everything is personal against me, and I'm easily hurt.
Dear Lord, I need time away. I really do. Just from everything and everyone. I just need to be honest with myself and my feelings, and I can't do that with everyone around me.
I think this is the first time I've ever been "depressed". I know I've felt sad before, but that was over stuff that was easily resolved. What I'm feeling is something that underlies everything that I'm doing...even at work. I feel like I'm not fulilled at work, either. I feel like I'm going through the motions, but not really caring.
This is really the first time I've ever felt like this. I'm so lost. It's really been there for awhile, but I've been so busy that I've pushed it aside.
I think I need to be alone somewhere for awhile. I wish I could do what my mom did and go to Canada or somewhere for about a month and dry out. I want to go somewhere where I can cry for days and not worry about anything interrupting me. I'm always trying to hide my feelings and going to work, or out with friends, or even at home. I'm never in the emotion I'm feeling when I'm experiencing it because I'm constantly hiding what I'm feeling in order to function in my everyday life.
So then all of my other interactions with people are affected. I'm forgetful, demanding, unreasonable and irrational. I'm easily irritated. I think everything is personal against me, and I'm easily hurt.
Dear Lord, I need time away. I really do. Just from everything and everyone. I just need to be honest with myself and my feelings, and I can't do that with everyone around me.
Taurus
Listen to what your heart is telling you right now. You know all the rushing around you've been doing lately hasn't been the best for you. You've probably missed a few things in doing so. It may not be a bad idea to double-check a few things today and make sure all of your bases are covered. While you're crossing stuff off your list, notice what kinds of things slip through the cracks when you're in a rush. Stick to your more slow and mellow style.
*sigh*
I don't know what is causing the feelings and emotional state I'm in, but things definitely are slipping through the cracks.
I was supposed to go to a party this weekend with Ten, and I completely forgot about it until she reminded me when we went to see Jordan Knight last night (yes...AGAIN...more on that later). I remember the emails now, and I decided before I remembered to go to LA to see David Ryan Harris because people are speculating that we may get a surprise visit from a "special guest", and if it's true, I don't want to miss a chance at both meeting him and seeing him in a small venue like the "old days". I'll explain who the "special guest" is after the weekend.
I really don't mean to forget stuff like that. I hate it when people forget me, and I am the first one to complain about it. But where I used to be so good at remembering events and multi-tasking, I've really been off my game lately.
And don't get me started on UNLV. I have no idea what's going through my head with him, but I can feel myself regressing to back when we were dating and I hate that. He does not have to answer to me about anything, and he has been there more than I could ever have hoped for so again, this weirdness lingering in me is the most annoying thing I've ever had to deal with.
One moment I'm right there with everyone. The next, I'm drifting in my own world. The control I have over my surroundings that I so pride myself on is just lost right now. I feel like I'm floating in Jell-O and I can't navigate or move quickly. I feel like everything is in slow motion and I'm just tired of it all.
This weekend will be strange, at best. We're supposed to have a "big talk" with myself, my mom and my sister at my uncle's house because it's neutral ground there. I know what the talk will be about, and I'm frightened of the outcome. I can't go into detail yet, but I will after this weekend.
Why can't things just be normal like they used to be? If it were, I'd be back living with my parents and my sister and husband would be elsewhere and no one would make me feel like I can't be happy in my own home. Aren't you supposed to feel like you can go home and feel like it's a sanctuary, not like it's enemy territory? Aren't you supposed to feel safe and comforted in your home, not like it's you against everyone else?
No wonder I can't sleep at night.
Listen to what your heart is telling you right now. You know all the rushing around you've been doing lately hasn't been the best for you. You've probably missed a few things in doing so. It may not be a bad idea to double-check a few things today and make sure all of your bases are covered. While you're crossing stuff off your list, notice what kinds of things slip through the cracks when you're in a rush. Stick to your more slow and mellow style.
*sigh*
I don't know what is causing the feelings and emotional state I'm in, but things definitely are slipping through the cracks.
I was supposed to go to a party this weekend with Ten, and I completely forgot about it until she reminded me when we went to see Jordan Knight last night (yes...AGAIN...more on that later). I remember the emails now, and I decided before I remembered to go to LA to see David Ryan Harris because people are speculating that we may get a surprise visit from a "special guest", and if it's true, I don't want to miss a chance at both meeting him and seeing him in a small venue like the "old days". I'll explain who the "special guest" is after the weekend.
I really don't mean to forget stuff like that. I hate it when people forget me, and I am the first one to complain about it. But where I used to be so good at remembering events and multi-tasking, I've really been off my game lately.
And don't get me started on UNLV. I have no idea what's going through my head with him, but I can feel myself regressing to back when we were dating and I hate that. He does not have to answer to me about anything, and he has been there more than I could ever have hoped for so again, this weirdness lingering in me is the most annoying thing I've ever had to deal with.
One moment I'm right there with everyone. The next, I'm drifting in my own world. The control I have over my surroundings that I so pride myself on is just lost right now. I feel like I'm floating in Jell-O and I can't navigate or move quickly. I feel like everything is in slow motion and I'm just tired of it all.
This weekend will be strange, at best. We're supposed to have a "big talk" with myself, my mom and my sister at my uncle's house because it's neutral ground there. I know what the talk will be about, and I'm frightened of the outcome. I can't go into detail yet, but I will after this weekend.
Why can't things just be normal like they used to be? If it were, I'd be back living with my parents and my sister and husband would be elsewhere and no one would make me feel like I can't be happy in my own home. Aren't you supposed to feel like you can go home and feel like it's a sanctuary, not like it's enemy territory? Aren't you supposed to feel safe and comforted in your home, not like it's you against everyone else?
No wonder I can't sleep at night.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Do you ever get that feeling like you're going insane?
Lately, I have not been able to take hold of my emotions. They are running a little rampant lately and some people close to me are becoming "victims" of little these little outbursts. I don't mean to do it, but sometimes the feelings overcome me and I can't help it.
It may come in the form of reminiscing. I was at lunch with a new friend yesterday and the football games were on while we were eating. I was telling her about how I used to make football picks with my dad and I just suddenly lost it and started crying. She started crying, too because she lost a brother to AIDS about 15 years ago. She said, "Wow, this is really just devastating to you, isn't it?"
Yes it is.
UNLV called me on Saturday and I tried to get a hold of him yesterday and panicked when I couldn't get a hold of him, and he called me this morning to let me know he's fine.
I've called Ten on several occasions where I felt there was a fire somewhere in my life and she has successfully calmed me down more than I care to admit.
Then there's the stupid situation with my sister and her inept husband.
Not to mention the situation with my mom's feelings and emotions...going to more bereavement meeting and the like.
I'm so sorry to those of you who I snap at, become panicked, or unleash emotions on. Something is triggering these emotions lately and I just can't seem to grab hold of them. I think I've got a handle on it, and I realize that I don't have as much of a hold as I would like.
I'll write about my David Ryan Harris weekend later. There may be the chance of Mr. John Mayer coming by at next week's show...but there may also be the possiblity that he may not. I for one, do not want to take the chance of him showing up and I didn't go.
Lately, I have not been able to take hold of my emotions. They are running a little rampant lately and some people close to me are becoming "victims" of little these little outbursts. I don't mean to do it, but sometimes the feelings overcome me and I can't help it.
It may come in the form of reminiscing. I was at lunch with a new friend yesterday and the football games were on while we were eating. I was telling her about how I used to make football picks with my dad and I just suddenly lost it and started crying. She started crying, too because she lost a brother to AIDS about 15 years ago. She said, "Wow, this is really just devastating to you, isn't it?"
Yes it is.
UNLV called me on Saturday and I tried to get a hold of him yesterday and panicked when I couldn't get a hold of him, and he called me this morning to let me know he's fine.
I've called Ten on several occasions where I felt there was a fire somewhere in my life and she has successfully calmed me down more than I care to admit.
Then there's the stupid situation with my sister and her inept husband.
Not to mention the situation with my mom's feelings and emotions...going to more bereavement meeting and the like.
I'm so sorry to those of you who I snap at, become panicked, or unleash emotions on. Something is triggering these emotions lately and I just can't seem to grab hold of them. I think I've got a handle on it, and I realize that I don't have as much of a hold as I would like.
I'll write about my David Ryan Harris weekend later. There may be the chance of Mr. John Mayer coming by at next week's show...but there may also be the possiblity that he may not. I for one, do not want to take the chance of him showing up and I didn't go.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Geezus, trying to get set up a weekend to go and hang out with UNLV is like pulling teeth! I think we've got it down to if we can't make it happen for the weekend of Oct 8-11, then he's just gonna come down for our traditional Knotts Scary Farm Halloween Haunt weekend, and then I'll go back up on the actual Halloween weekend because I've never done the Vegas thing for that yet.
We had tons of fun last Halloween. We were 1974 prom king and queen dates...except that I was the guy and he was the Amazonian woman, hee hee! My only problem was that as a girl who LOVES to be center of attention, he got hit on all night long...and I got mistaken for a guy at the front door of the club! The gal at the register repremanded the bouncer and said that it was SO obvious I was a girl and let me in.
I told UNLV that I wanted to be the real girl this Halloween and I think I'm going as a sexy gangster. I have a cute pinstriped mini-skirt and I'm going to get a little blazer that I'll wear with a tank and just a tie (no shirt) and some stilhetto heels and get a fedora. We'll have to figure out something for him.
I'm going up to LA this weekend to see David Ryan Harris...singer/songwriter and friend of John Mayer. DRH went on tour with John and now he's doing some dates on his own in LA. I'm going with some of my John Mayer buddies, and we're making a weekend of it. I'm excited because these are friends that are into John Mayer and everything to do with him, and my close friends are not, so I can never take them to a concert and have them appreciate the whole scene like these friends do. We all know who DRH is and do not mind getting together just to go to a concert and then talk about it afterwards. Since we all frequent the same message board and basically that's how we met, we have the soap opera drama that is the message board to provide lots of drunken conversation.
Oh, I've been doing a LOT of vintage shopping on ebay. As I've said, I'm digging the whole retro/classic look, so I want to get authentic clothing and not the reproductions out in the stores. I don't mind getting the little camisoles, tank tops and little t-shirts at retail stores, but cashmere cardigans and shrugs, I'd like them to be the real thing. I have several little sweaters already that I've kept over the years that I've gotten from thrift and resale stores, and I found a couple more on ebay that I really like. I got 2 of them already and I'm waiting for them to be sent. I got great deals on them...usually they run about $30-$50 in a good vintage or resale shop, but on ebay, I got one for $19, and the other one for $12!
And another thing...Forever 21 is my favorite shop right now. Although the quality may not be the best, at least the trendy stuff is EXTREMELY cheap. I can't imagine paying $20-40 more at Bebe for the same thing for a little lacy top at Forever 21. Trends come and go, and I'd rather pay $7 for a poncho than $80, thanks very much!
Ok, I think I'll end it here for right now. Be back after the weekend!
We had tons of fun last Halloween. We were 1974 prom king and queen dates...except that I was the guy and he was the Amazonian woman, hee hee! My only problem was that as a girl who LOVES to be center of attention, he got hit on all night long...and I got mistaken for a guy at the front door of the club! The gal at the register repremanded the bouncer and said that it was SO obvious I was a girl and let me in.
I told UNLV that I wanted to be the real girl this Halloween and I think I'm going as a sexy gangster. I have a cute pinstriped mini-skirt and I'm going to get a little blazer that I'll wear with a tank and just a tie (no shirt) and some stilhetto heels and get a fedora. We'll have to figure out something for him.
I'm going up to LA this weekend to see David Ryan Harris...singer/songwriter and friend of John Mayer. DRH went on tour with John and now he's doing some dates on his own in LA. I'm going with some of my John Mayer buddies, and we're making a weekend of it. I'm excited because these are friends that are into John Mayer and everything to do with him, and my close friends are not, so I can never take them to a concert and have them appreciate the whole scene like these friends do. We all know who DRH is and do not mind getting together just to go to a concert and then talk about it afterwards. Since we all frequent the same message board and basically that's how we met, we have the soap opera drama that is the message board to provide lots of drunken conversation.
Oh, I've been doing a LOT of vintage shopping on ebay. As I've said, I'm digging the whole retro/classic look, so I want to get authentic clothing and not the reproductions out in the stores. I don't mind getting the little camisoles, tank tops and little t-shirts at retail stores, but cashmere cardigans and shrugs, I'd like them to be the real thing. I have several little sweaters already that I've kept over the years that I've gotten from thrift and resale stores, and I found a couple more on ebay that I really like. I got 2 of them already and I'm waiting for them to be sent. I got great deals on them...usually they run about $30-$50 in a good vintage or resale shop, but on ebay, I got one for $19, and the other one for $12!
And another thing...Forever 21 is my favorite shop right now. Although the quality may not be the best, at least the trendy stuff is EXTREMELY cheap. I can't imagine paying $20-40 more at Bebe for the same thing for a little lacy top at Forever 21. Trends come and go, and I'd rather pay $7 for a poncho than $80, thanks very much!
Ok, I think I'll end it here for right now. Be back after the weekend!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
MY iPOD WORKS!
Hooray!
I went to dinner with Ten at my cousin's house last night (we'll call her Madrid). It was a nice dinner: chicken fetuccini with sun dried tomatoes, garlic bread, salad with a balsamic vinegrette and roasted bell peppers and eggplant. I brought a merlot from Napa that UNLV gave me a couple of years ago (he said I can't have the new one he got for me this year unless I finish the other bottle). For dessert, she baked this thing called "Bumbleberry Blossom", which sounded like something from Harry Potter...but it's berries wrapped in pastry and sugar. She served it warm with vanilla ice cream. It was a great dinner...and the three of us got to be together again.
It was strange for all of us to hang out at my cousin's house, and SHE'S the one who's married. We had a sit down dinner and hung out...when before we were always getting ready to go out and dashed out to eat out before clubbing. What a difference 5 years can make, right?
So after dinner, we sat around and chatted...Ten watched her CSI while Madrid and I worked on figuring out my iPod. First we networked our computers and plugged in my iPod into her computer because she has the firewire port. It worked and brought up iTunes and my libaray when we brought up my computer on her screen. But then her iTunes library overrode mine, and it kept wanting to import her library.
So then we tried to just dump my library of songs onto my iPod, but then my iPod just ended up being like an external drive. It stored the information, but I couldn't play anything.
Madrid remembered that she has another identity on her computer with an empty iTunes library. We brought up that user and reconnected my computer to that one and sure enough...we loaded my library of songs onto that iTunes, disconnected my iPod, reconnected it and iTunes started and automatically began uploading the entire library onto my mini iPod!!!!
Oh, the excitement in the air...well, it was just me but that's all that matters, right?!
So I uploaded 743 songs, which turned out to be almost 50 albums. All my playlists were intact, and I was able to use my iTunes. Madrid ended up with all those songs, too! What took a total an hour or 2 to figure out and download would have taken days or weeks just 5 years ago.
NOTE: All of my music was taken from CD's that I have purchased, none of my music was downloaded ilegally from any other source other than my own extensive library.
So now I have my iTunes with me...and I'm going to purchase an iTrip so that I can listen to it in my car. The iTrip uses a frequency on the car radio to transmit the songs and play them on the car speakers. I'm going to get that and a tape player adaptor for my other car (and any car that has a tape deck).
Excuse me as I revel in the wonder that is my iPod...
Hooray!
I went to dinner with Ten at my cousin's house last night (we'll call her Madrid). It was a nice dinner: chicken fetuccini with sun dried tomatoes, garlic bread, salad with a balsamic vinegrette and roasted bell peppers and eggplant. I brought a merlot from Napa that UNLV gave me a couple of years ago (he said I can't have the new one he got for me this year unless I finish the other bottle). For dessert, she baked this thing called "Bumbleberry Blossom", which sounded like something from Harry Potter...but it's berries wrapped in pastry and sugar. She served it warm with vanilla ice cream. It was a great dinner...and the three of us got to be together again.
It was strange for all of us to hang out at my cousin's house, and SHE'S the one who's married. We had a sit down dinner and hung out...when before we were always getting ready to go out and dashed out to eat out before clubbing. What a difference 5 years can make, right?
So after dinner, we sat around and chatted...Ten watched her CSI while Madrid and I worked on figuring out my iPod. First we networked our computers and plugged in my iPod into her computer because she has the firewire port. It worked and brought up iTunes and my libaray when we brought up my computer on her screen. But then her iTunes library overrode mine, and it kept wanting to import her library.
So then we tried to just dump my library of songs onto my iPod, but then my iPod just ended up being like an external drive. It stored the information, but I couldn't play anything.
Madrid remembered that she has another identity on her computer with an empty iTunes library. We brought up that user and reconnected my computer to that one and sure enough...we loaded my library of songs onto that iTunes, disconnected my iPod, reconnected it and iTunes started and automatically began uploading the entire library onto my mini iPod!!!!
Oh, the excitement in the air...well, it was just me but that's all that matters, right?!
So I uploaded 743 songs, which turned out to be almost 50 albums. All my playlists were intact, and I was able to use my iTunes. Madrid ended up with all those songs, too! What took a total an hour or 2 to figure out and download would have taken days or weeks just 5 years ago.
NOTE: All of my music was taken from CD's that I have purchased, none of my music was downloaded ilegally from any other source other than my own extensive library.
So now I have my iTunes with me...and I'm going to purchase an iTrip so that I can listen to it in my car. The iTrip uses a frequency on the car radio to transmit the songs and play them on the car speakers. I'm going to get that and a tape player adaptor for my other car (and any car that has a tape deck).
Excuse me as I revel in the wonder that is my iPod...
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
I just called my house to see if my sister was home, and her husband answered the phone. I asked, "Is my sister home?" He said no she's not home yet and started to say, "I'll tell her you..." I said thanks and hung up.
I will not deal with the pleasantries. I can't. I can't be pleasant since he still HAS NOT apologized for cussing me out a month and a half ago.
That saying "to forgive is divine" must mean I'm nowhere near getting into heaven.
How can he pretend to be ok with it? He can't think it's ok, he just can't.
I will not deal with the pleasantries. I can't. I can't be pleasant since he still HAS NOT apologized for cussing me out a month and a half ago.
That saying "to forgive is divine" must mean I'm nowhere near getting into heaven.
How can he pretend to be ok with it? He can't think it's ok, he just can't.
Monday, September 13, 2004
This weekend was our annual block party. It was a very hot day, and it felt like the normal block party that we always have...up to a certain point.
It didn't hit me until my family was asked to go outside and speak, along with Councilman Lewis' mom. It was so hard. I took that micrphone and looked out at the pinic area and realized what made the whole thing off.
My dad wasn't there.
I was on the mic, where my dad usually is, greeting everyone and I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn't plan on crying, but I did because I saw my mom in the distance with my family and her friends; my sister was next to me, and the person who was a staple at this event year after year was just gone.
I also remembered 9/11/01 in my speech, because I said that I knew my dad would have said something about it because of his service in the Navy.
UNLV was in the Bay Area for a jazz festival/wine tasting event. I was supposed to go with him and his uncle and dad, but the block party ended up the same weekend. Had it been next weekend, he would have come down, and I would have gone to the jazz fest.
In all honesty, I would rather have gone up there this weekend. This weekend was just too hard. It was hot, too...which fueled the uncomfortable feeling. Then my sister and her husband and their friends were all hanging out in the garage, and usually I go out there, too...but with animosity I feel towards him, I just stayed inside and pretended to sleep (I was in and out of napping, but not truly sleeping).
My mom couldn't handle it...the partying dying down and us being alone again...so she went with my aunt and uncle to the casino. She won about $1500. I think my dad has been with her in the casinos lately because my mom has been able to leave with $1000+ ever time she goes.
Something has to give. I can't live with my sister and her husband anymore. When he's gone and it's just me and my sister, we're fine. The moment he comes in, I feel like I want to throw a brick at him.
I wish I could meet John Mayer and be locked up in a studio with him or go on tour. That would be an awesome distraction.
It didn't hit me until my family was asked to go outside and speak, along with Councilman Lewis' mom. It was so hard. I took that micrphone and looked out at the pinic area and realized what made the whole thing off.
My dad wasn't there.
I was on the mic, where my dad usually is, greeting everyone and I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn't plan on crying, but I did because I saw my mom in the distance with my family and her friends; my sister was next to me, and the person who was a staple at this event year after year was just gone.
I also remembered 9/11/01 in my speech, because I said that I knew my dad would have said something about it because of his service in the Navy.
UNLV was in the Bay Area for a jazz festival/wine tasting event. I was supposed to go with him and his uncle and dad, but the block party ended up the same weekend. Had it been next weekend, he would have come down, and I would have gone to the jazz fest.
In all honesty, I would rather have gone up there this weekend. This weekend was just too hard. It was hot, too...which fueled the uncomfortable feeling. Then my sister and her husband and their friends were all hanging out in the garage, and usually I go out there, too...but with animosity I feel towards him, I just stayed inside and pretended to sleep (I was in and out of napping, but not truly sleeping).
My mom couldn't handle it...the partying dying down and us being alone again...so she went with my aunt and uncle to the casino. She won about $1500. I think my dad has been with her in the casinos lately because my mom has been able to leave with $1000+ ever time she goes.
Something has to give. I can't live with my sister and her husband anymore. When he's gone and it's just me and my sister, we're fine. The moment he comes in, I feel like I want to throw a brick at him.
I wish I could meet John Mayer and be locked up in a studio with him or go on tour. That would be an awesome distraction.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Oh yeah, tomorrow is the block party. So so very bittersweet. These are the times that I miss my daddy so much. I'm going to visit him after work today.
I thought I could handle typing about this, but I can't.
I thought I could handle typing about this, but I can't.
I am finding it extremely expensive to be a Depeche Mode fan.
They are releasing yet ANOTHER exclusive "boxed set" of remixes. I still have to get box 5 & 6 of the singles, now there's the remixes. With the limited amount of Depeche Mode items I have (believe me, compared to the true fanatics, my collection is so far inferior), I'm sure I've spent THOUSANDS of dollars. That's right, not hundreds...this stuff ain't cheap. I'm lucky I started EARLY when I was 17 or so. Some of the items I have I got when I was in junior high and high school, so back then they were probably $3 for an import single and about $10 for an import 12 inch. NOW it can be upwards of $10 for a decent single 45 RPM ($20 for a rarity), and nearly $30-$50 for a 12 inch single.
I've got some cool stuff...I have some things that people are selling for a couple of hundred dollars on ebay. There was a magazine that appraised Cds, vinyl and other memoribilia, and I wish I had bought it. It was about 5-10 years old maybe, but it gave a good idea at the time how much things were worth, and I'm sure I could have gotten an idea of how to appraise it now.
Anyhoo...I gotta run to the bathroom. My col-de-sac (as Pete Thurston put it) of a cubicle is making my eyes hurt.
They are releasing yet ANOTHER exclusive "boxed set" of remixes. I still have to get box 5 & 6 of the singles, now there's the remixes. With the limited amount of Depeche Mode items I have (believe me, compared to the true fanatics, my collection is so far inferior), I'm sure I've spent THOUSANDS of dollars. That's right, not hundreds...this stuff ain't cheap. I'm lucky I started EARLY when I was 17 or so. Some of the items I have I got when I was in junior high and high school, so back then they were probably $3 for an import single and about $10 for an import 12 inch. NOW it can be upwards of $10 for a decent single 45 RPM ($20 for a rarity), and nearly $30-$50 for a 12 inch single.
I've got some cool stuff...I have some things that people are selling for a couple of hundred dollars on ebay. There was a magazine that appraised Cds, vinyl and other memoribilia, and I wish I had bought it. It was about 5-10 years old maybe, but it gave a good idea at the time how much things were worth, and I'm sure I could have gotten an idea of how to appraise it now.
Anyhoo...I gotta run to the bathroom. My col-de-sac (as Pete Thurston put it) of a cubicle is making my eyes hurt.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Boy HOWDY this is gonna get random.
Blogger wasn't working yesterday, so I just published something I meant to put up on Tuesday. Obviously it's working today.
I'm foggy. My head is swimming in dozens of thoughts that don't seem to have a home. They're like unfinished songs, waiting for that bridge that can take them back to the chorus and fade out. I don't want to stay, I don'twant to leave...well, maybe for a little while.
I'd like to go back to Canada and stay for a week or 2 and just explore. I want to get lost on subways and highways and discover something cool.
I think I'll go watch a movie alone this weekend. I've been wanting to see "Garden State" and I have free passes from work. I may do that.
This weekend is the annual Artemian's Block Party. I'm both excited and aprehensive about it. We're doing a dedication to dad and they wanted meto sing something. I was practicing in the shower this weekend while everyone was away, and I cried through the entire thing. I just can't sing, so I think I'll just say something.
It's also the 3rd year anniversary of 9/11/01. I remember that day, andI remember coming home that Friday to my dad holding up an American flag.
I talked to UNLV yesterday. Looks like the next time I'm going up is October, and then he'll come down that same month for our traditional Knott's Scary Farm trip, but he'll bring his UNLV frat brother friend with him. ThenI go back up for the actual Holloween weekend. Ought to be fun!
I forgot my cookies. Damn.
John Mayer should not wear tank tops.
My pants need hemming. Actually, about 4 pairs of pants do.
I need to develop all the film I've taken over the last year.
I think I'm going to be able to download to my iPod this weekend. My cousin is coming over with her iBook and a network cable and we're gonnatry it. By the end of this year, I'll get the eMac for my desk.
I don't have a lovely bunch of coconuts, but I'm sure SOMEONE out there does.
Don't you HATE brand new shirts that say the word "vintage" on them?
Coffee is one of the best things EVER.
Lunch time is just about done.
I watched "The Royal Tenenbaums" last night. What a great little movie that was. I like Luke Wilson, though Owen leaves something to be desired.
"I get lost in the language, words like 'thither'...'mischance'..." and yes, I do love New York in the fall. When I went to NYC with Ten last year, "You've Got Mail" was my guide book to getting around the Upper West Side.
*sigh*
No more fragments of thoughts to catch at the moment.
Blogger wasn't working yesterday, so I just published something I meant to put up on Tuesday. Obviously it's working today.
I'm foggy. My head is swimming in dozens of thoughts that don't seem to have a home. They're like unfinished songs, waiting for that bridge that can take them back to the chorus and fade out. I don't want to stay, I don'twant to leave...well, maybe for a little while.
I'd like to go back to Canada and stay for a week or 2 and just explore. I want to get lost on subways and highways and discover something cool.
I think I'll go watch a movie alone this weekend. I've been wanting to see "Garden State" and I have free passes from work. I may do that.
This weekend is the annual Artemian's Block Party. I'm both excited and aprehensive about it. We're doing a dedication to dad and they wanted meto sing something. I was practicing in the shower this weekend while everyone was away, and I cried through the entire thing. I just can't sing, so I think I'll just say something.
It's also the 3rd year anniversary of 9/11/01. I remember that day, andI remember coming home that Friday to my dad holding up an American flag.
I talked to UNLV yesterday. Looks like the next time I'm going up is October, and then he'll come down that same month for our traditional Knott's Scary Farm trip, but he'll bring his UNLV frat brother friend with him. ThenI go back up for the actual Holloween weekend. Ought to be fun!
I forgot my cookies. Damn.
John Mayer should not wear tank tops.
My pants need hemming. Actually, about 4 pairs of pants do.
I need to develop all the film I've taken over the last year.
I think I'm going to be able to download to my iPod this weekend. My cousin is coming over with her iBook and a network cable and we're gonnatry it. By the end of this year, I'll get the eMac for my desk.
I don't have a lovely bunch of coconuts, but I'm sure SOMEONE out there does.
Don't you HATE brand new shirts that say the word "vintage" on them?
Coffee is one of the best things EVER.
Lunch time is just about done.
I watched "The Royal Tenenbaums" last night. What a great little movie that was. I like Luke Wilson, though Owen leaves something to be desired.
"I get lost in the language, words like 'thither'...'mischance'..." and yes, I do love New York in the fall. When I went to NYC with Ten last year, "You've Got Mail" was my guide book to getting around the Upper West Side.
*sigh*
No more fragments of thoughts to catch at the moment.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Sometimes I hate my thoughts. They get me in so much trouble. I seem to create scenarios in my head that become escalated to the point of panic...but no one else is panicking but me. I do that in the times where there are lulls. I don't think I live within my head, but I guess I do. My iPod kept me busy all weekend...trying to figure out how to make that damned thing work. But I don't want to keep finding things just to keep me busy. I'll be poor!
The worst is right now, when I feel SO needy. There's so much that I want to say at this point while typing, but I can't. It becomes too real when it's all out in black and white, which is probably why I keep it in my head.
I wonder how differently I'd feel if my dad was around. Would I feel more stable and grounded and not so flighty? I can't get a handle on these emotions lately. It's like trying to lasso the wind.
The worst is right now, when I feel SO needy. There's so much that I want to say at this point while typing, but I can't. It becomes too real when it's all out in black and white, which is probably why I keep it in my head.
I wonder how differently I'd feel if my dad was around. Would I feel more stable and grounded and not so flighty? I can't get a handle on these emotions lately. It's like trying to lasso the wind.
My iPod doesn't work. ARGH!
It's true...I tried to get it to work this weekend, but it doesn't. I don't have a firewire port on my 5 year old graphite grey iBook, and it doesn't work when I use my USB port. I called Apple, and there is no adaptor that is "Apple supported" that can connect my new mini iPod to my old iBook. Apparently my iBook came out when the horse and buggy were the mode of transportation, so I will most likely have to upgrade my computer or just go out and buy a whole new iBook/Powerbook.
I think I will be going the "third party" route and finding something out there to make my iPod work with my iBook. If not, I will return my iPod. I don't want to buy a $1300 new computer just so my $249 MP3 player will work...not right now.
The thing that bugged me the most about it was when I went to the Apple store at Fashion Valley, they INSISTED that my iBook had a firewire port because a girl there had the lime one, which came out when my graphite one did. But what they don't realize is that I bought mine RIGHT AFTER the original colors came out, so the newer one's all have the firewire port...but mine DOES NOT. That girl felt so vindicated when she saw online that they all had a firewire port, even when I said that I counted the ports and there ISN'T ONE. There was only 1 guy there who empathized with me and urged me to bring it in.
And what is up with commuters in the morning? ESPECIALLY those after a holiday, or getting ready for school. I have spent the better part of the last 3 months in predominantly happy commute mode. People were nice and allowing me to signal and get into the next lane, but not this morning...NO SIREE! I would signal, and people would cut me off...IN MID LANE CHANGE! I would be in the actual lane, and people would pass me and not let me through! Geez, I'm sorry your holiday is over, but don't take it out on me.
It was VEGAS hot this weekend. I think we were in the 100s while Vegas was in the 80-90s.
Oh, and what did I do this fine Labor Day weekend, you ask? NOTHING, and it was everything I thought it would be ("Office Space", one of the many DVD's I watched this weekend). I did laundry, and watched several DVDs. I dropped my mom off at my aunt and uncle's house this weekend, then I went to Best Buy and bought the following:
Heathers (Special Edition)
Legally Blonde (Special Edition)
Memento
Reservoir Dogs (Special 10th Anniversary 2 disc Edition)
Stand By Me (Special Edition)
I watched them ALL this weekend. I'm glad I stayed home because our neighbor's son came by with his wife and my mom paid them to clean the entire garden. My sister and husband paid someone to do what resulted in absolutely NOTHING, but the neighbors did SOOOO much, that it looks the way it did when my dad was alive. It's AMAZING. They needed me to periodically plug things in for the backyard area, so it was good I was home.
I did shop a little bit, but I mostly stayed at home. I finally left my cocoon to pick up my mom on Sunday.
Yesterday, my mom went to hang out with her friends, and I went to my friend's birthday party. It was so nice outside because it was already evening, but the weather was nice enough to not require a jacket.
I have a friend who went to a wedding this weekend in San Jose, we'll call her Gidget (she's always reminded me of her for some reason). She's a high school friend and it didn't occur to her to invite a girlfriend to go because she was hell bent on either going alone or having a date. It would have been fun if she had called me earlier to go, and she thought about it a little, but was really thinking about the date thing more.
I also thought about going with Ten to Vegas, but I didn't want to take the ride up there (I'd rather fly), and I also felt for some reason that I wanted to leave UNLV alone this weekend. Even though I miss him so much, and going up there would make up for not seeing him at all this month, I think we need this time apart. We're so very close that it gets confusing, and I don't want to be confused. He really needs to experience everything that goes along with college life, and that means lots and LOTS of socialization.
Today is officially 6 months since my father's death. I was sobbing heavily yesterday, and it's now sinking in. I went to visit my dad's grave on Saturday, and it's hard to go on a weekend because there are so many people around. On the weekday, it's usually just me in the area where my dad's burried, so I can talk to him outloud.
I miss him terribly.
It's true...I tried to get it to work this weekend, but it doesn't. I don't have a firewire port on my 5 year old graphite grey iBook, and it doesn't work when I use my USB port. I called Apple, and there is no adaptor that is "Apple supported" that can connect my new mini iPod to my old iBook. Apparently my iBook came out when the horse and buggy were the mode of transportation, so I will most likely have to upgrade my computer or just go out and buy a whole new iBook/Powerbook.
I think I will be going the "third party" route and finding something out there to make my iPod work with my iBook. If not, I will return my iPod. I don't want to buy a $1300 new computer just so my $249 MP3 player will work...not right now.
The thing that bugged me the most about it was when I went to the Apple store at Fashion Valley, they INSISTED that my iBook had a firewire port because a girl there had the lime one, which came out when my graphite one did. But what they don't realize is that I bought mine RIGHT AFTER the original colors came out, so the newer one's all have the firewire port...but mine DOES NOT. That girl felt so vindicated when she saw online that they all had a firewire port, even when I said that I counted the ports and there ISN'T ONE. There was only 1 guy there who empathized with me and urged me to bring it in.
And what is up with commuters in the morning? ESPECIALLY those after a holiday, or getting ready for school. I have spent the better part of the last 3 months in predominantly happy commute mode. People were nice and allowing me to signal and get into the next lane, but not this morning...NO SIREE! I would signal, and people would cut me off...IN MID LANE CHANGE! I would be in the actual lane, and people would pass me and not let me through! Geez, I'm sorry your holiday is over, but don't take it out on me.
It was VEGAS hot this weekend. I think we were in the 100s while Vegas was in the 80-90s.
Oh, and what did I do this fine Labor Day weekend, you ask? NOTHING, and it was everything I thought it would be ("Office Space", one of the many DVD's I watched this weekend). I did laundry, and watched several DVDs. I dropped my mom off at my aunt and uncle's house this weekend, then I went to Best Buy and bought the following:
Heathers (Special Edition)
Legally Blonde (Special Edition)
Memento
Reservoir Dogs (Special 10th Anniversary 2 disc Edition)
Stand By Me (Special Edition)
I watched them ALL this weekend. I'm glad I stayed home because our neighbor's son came by with his wife and my mom paid them to clean the entire garden. My sister and husband paid someone to do what resulted in absolutely NOTHING, but the neighbors did SOOOO much, that it looks the way it did when my dad was alive. It's AMAZING. They needed me to periodically plug things in for the backyard area, so it was good I was home.
I did shop a little bit, but I mostly stayed at home. I finally left my cocoon to pick up my mom on Sunday.
Yesterday, my mom went to hang out with her friends, and I went to my friend's birthday party. It was so nice outside because it was already evening, but the weather was nice enough to not require a jacket.
I have a friend who went to a wedding this weekend in San Jose, we'll call her Gidget (she's always reminded me of her for some reason). She's a high school friend and it didn't occur to her to invite a girlfriend to go because she was hell bent on either going alone or having a date. It would have been fun if she had called me earlier to go, and she thought about it a little, but was really thinking about the date thing more.
I also thought about going with Ten to Vegas, but I didn't want to take the ride up there (I'd rather fly), and I also felt for some reason that I wanted to leave UNLV alone this weekend. Even though I miss him so much, and going up there would make up for not seeing him at all this month, I think we need this time apart. We're so very close that it gets confusing, and I don't want to be confused. He really needs to experience everything that goes along with college life, and that means lots and LOTS of socialization.
Today is officially 6 months since my father's death. I was sobbing heavily yesterday, and it's now sinking in. I went to visit my dad's grave on Saturday, and it's hard to go on a weekend because there are so many people around. On the weekday, it's usually just me in the area where my dad's burried, so I can talk to him outloud.
I miss him terribly.
Friday, September 03, 2004
Dear friends, HOW could I have failed to mention this awesome event in my life?
I got...a...
DRUMROLL PLEASE!
I GOT A MINI IPOD!
Yes, I bit the bullet and bought it yesterday. It's SILVER one (surprise, it's NOT pink, lol!), and it's BEAUTIFUL!
BUT...(oh NO you say?), yes, there is a BIG BUTT AND I CANNOT LIE to quote Sir Mixalot.
I can't upload any songs. I need the OS X 10.1.5 update, and I have 10.1.4, so I can't run my new iTunes OR upload songs to my new mini. I watched Pete Thurston, and what a cute YOUNG guy. I stress the young because he said, "I remember back in SEVENTH GRADE listening to this band while I was gettin' high..." and it was "She" by GREEN DAY. Holy shit.
Anyway (talk about digression), I was tired from the show, but I was determined to get my mini iPod working. And I FAILED miserably. I downloaded the update, but I couldn't open it because it was in a bin format. If anyone of my friends still reading this blog can get me an update to Mac OS X 10.1.5 Puma update, I'd appreciate it. Preferably not in a .bin format, thanks!
I talked to UNLV for the better part of an hour yesterday. It's amazing how much we have to talk about when we allow time between, which is something I have to keep in mind. Waiting a week for correspondence is so much better...but I just have this anxiousness with him sometimes. I think it's just stuff from the past that resurfaces and makes me wrongly doubt him. But it was a good talk and we were making plans for October since we can't make a visit work for either of us this month. We made a deal that he would have to call me to let me know when we can chat because my schedule is pretty much the same week to week, while his is going to be insane.
So yeah, Pete Thurston. What a cutie. What a talent. I don't think I laughed so hard in a long time. It was like comedy AND music all in one show. At one point he asked for requests (he was doing his stuff and a lot of covers...opened the show with "If I Only Had A Brain"...yeah, you're right, the one from "The Wizard of Oz"). I yelled "30 Down" which was a song he wrote while watching "The Real World" (Jason Mraz titled it) and stated that he actually sent the song to MTV in hopes of it being used and never heard back, haha. Anyhoo...he played it, and followed it up with an acoustic version of "Gin & Juice" and then "Baby Got Back". It reminded me of that acoustic version of "Boyz In Da Hood" that I like (forget who did the cover).
I got to meet Pete afterwards. I said, "Hi Pete, I'm Sigh" and he said, "SIGH! Nice to meet you...did you get the CDs because I was worried about that..." I explained that yes I did get the CDs, and we chatted a little bit. He said it was great to meet me in person, and I said the same thing. He also said to NOT watch "Wicker Park". He'll be reviewing that next week (off this week because he has his TWO YEAR OLD KID), but he walked out of the movie it was so bad.
Oh yeah, my friend Aspen (that's actually the name of her dog, but they're both cute girls, hee hee) came out last night with my and my co-workers to see Pete. I got her this cute little ceramic Niagra Falls mini background with a tiny "Maid Of The Mist" ceramic boat. You have to see it because I'm failing to describe it correctly. It was good to see her, even if we didn't get to chat. She said she had a good time, and so did my co-workers. I'll call my co-workers that came with me Seattle and Minnesota.
Minnesota left our company to go to Europe for the summer and then to grad school. When she applied for grad school, they told her that she needed lab experience, so she came back here to get a job working in a research lab. But she's back at my job in the interim to get money while she's interviewing. She's a very cute and awesome girl who came with me to ramdom quirky stuff like strange movies or unknown and upcoming artists. She came with me to see "Susperia" (a "spaghetti" horror made in Italy), a movie that I had been deathly afraid of since I saw a preview of it at a drive in when I was about 8 or 10 years old. After seeing it with Minnesota, I came to realize that I was afraid of a horribly BAD movie with cheesy special effects. Now I'm kicking my own ass for being such a wimp. But I'm glad she's back because I have plenty or random things that I want to attend.
Seattle is a funny, smart and witty gal who can quote TV shows and movies like nobody's business. She's the only other person who knows who Pete Thurston is and I'm SO glad she came. Her father is dying of cancer at her home in Seattle and she flies home about every 2 months to see her family. I'm sure she'll need a friend when the day comes, and I hope she turns to me.
Ok, more later...I get to have the house all to myself, yay! I get to run around naked, so if you call and I answer the phone, I just may be naked.
Or not.
PS: If I have failed to call you back, it's not because I hate you...it's because I'm a flake lately and didn't write it down in my trusty notebook. Yes, I have a trusty notebook. We all should have one. Mine has stickers, does yours? No? Then you're not one of the cool kids and you can't sit with us at lunch, so there.
Final Thought (how Jerry Springer of me): Don't drop the funky beat. G Love has spoken.
I got...a...
DRUMROLL PLEASE!
I GOT A MINI IPOD!
Yes, I bit the bullet and bought it yesterday. It's SILVER one (surprise, it's NOT pink, lol!), and it's BEAUTIFUL!
BUT...(oh NO you say?), yes, there is a BIG BUTT AND I CANNOT LIE to quote Sir Mixalot.
I can't upload any songs. I need the OS X 10.1.5 update, and I have 10.1.4, so I can't run my new iTunes OR upload songs to my new mini. I watched Pete Thurston, and what a cute YOUNG guy. I stress the young because he said, "I remember back in SEVENTH GRADE listening to this band while I was gettin' high..." and it was "She" by GREEN DAY. Holy shit.
Anyway (talk about digression), I was tired from the show, but I was determined to get my mini iPod working. And I FAILED miserably. I downloaded the update, but I couldn't open it because it was in a bin format. If anyone of my friends still reading this blog can get me an update to Mac OS X 10.1.5 Puma update, I'd appreciate it. Preferably not in a .bin format, thanks!
I talked to UNLV for the better part of an hour yesterday. It's amazing how much we have to talk about when we allow time between, which is something I have to keep in mind. Waiting a week for correspondence is so much better...but I just have this anxiousness with him sometimes. I think it's just stuff from the past that resurfaces and makes me wrongly doubt him. But it was a good talk and we were making plans for October since we can't make a visit work for either of us this month. We made a deal that he would have to call me to let me know when we can chat because my schedule is pretty much the same week to week, while his is going to be insane.
So yeah, Pete Thurston. What a cutie. What a talent. I don't think I laughed so hard in a long time. It was like comedy AND music all in one show. At one point he asked for requests (he was doing his stuff and a lot of covers...opened the show with "If I Only Had A Brain"...yeah, you're right, the one from "The Wizard of Oz"). I yelled "30 Down" which was a song he wrote while watching "The Real World" (Jason Mraz titled it) and stated that he actually sent the song to MTV in hopes of it being used and never heard back, haha. Anyhoo...he played it, and followed it up with an acoustic version of "Gin & Juice" and then "Baby Got Back". It reminded me of that acoustic version of "Boyz In Da Hood" that I like (forget who did the cover).
I got to meet Pete afterwards. I said, "Hi Pete, I'm Sigh" and he said, "SIGH! Nice to meet you...did you get the CDs because I was worried about that..." I explained that yes I did get the CDs, and we chatted a little bit. He said it was great to meet me in person, and I said the same thing. He also said to NOT watch "Wicker Park". He'll be reviewing that next week (off this week because he has his TWO YEAR OLD KID), but he walked out of the movie it was so bad.
Oh yeah, my friend Aspen (that's actually the name of her dog, but they're both cute girls, hee hee) came out last night with my and my co-workers to see Pete. I got her this cute little ceramic Niagra Falls mini background with a tiny "Maid Of The Mist" ceramic boat. You have to see it because I'm failing to describe it correctly. It was good to see her, even if we didn't get to chat. She said she had a good time, and so did my co-workers. I'll call my co-workers that came with me Seattle and Minnesota.
Minnesota left our company to go to Europe for the summer and then to grad school. When she applied for grad school, they told her that she needed lab experience, so she came back here to get a job working in a research lab. But she's back at my job in the interim to get money while she's interviewing. She's a very cute and awesome girl who came with me to ramdom quirky stuff like strange movies or unknown and upcoming artists. She came with me to see "Susperia" (a "spaghetti" horror made in Italy), a movie that I had been deathly afraid of since I saw a preview of it at a drive in when I was about 8 or 10 years old. After seeing it with Minnesota, I came to realize that I was afraid of a horribly BAD movie with cheesy special effects. Now I'm kicking my own ass for being such a wimp. But I'm glad she's back because I have plenty or random things that I want to attend.
Seattle is a funny, smart and witty gal who can quote TV shows and movies like nobody's business. She's the only other person who knows who Pete Thurston is and I'm SO glad she came. Her father is dying of cancer at her home in Seattle and she flies home about every 2 months to see her family. I'm sure she'll need a friend when the day comes, and I hope she turns to me.
Ok, more later...I get to have the house all to myself, yay! I get to run around naked, so if you call and I answer the phone, I just may be naked.
Or not.
PS: If I have failed to call you back, it's not because I hate you...it's because I'm a flake lately and didn't write it down in my trusty notebook. Yes, I have a trusty notebook. We all should have one. Mine has stickers, does yours? No? Then you're not one of the cool kids and you can't sit with us at lunch, so there.
Final Thought (how Jerry Springer of me): Don't drop the funky beat. G Love has spoken.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
So Ten is going through what many of us go through as we are in the midst of our late 20's and approaching 30. I've gone through it, and I periodically still go through it, but it's not as pronounced as it once was.
We are at the age where we have a lot of friends in relationships, and it's mostly people who are married or about to be married. There was a time where I used to be so wrapped up in not being in a relationship, that when I was in a dating situation...I kept trying to make it more than it was, and ultimately ruining it. I can say with a certain degree of confidence that I lacked the security back then of allowing a relationship to breathe a little before diving in too deep.
I truly empathize with Ten. I know EXACTLY what she's going through because you just totally believe that at a certain age you should be married with children. When I surpassed 26 (the age my mom was married), I had hope in my heart that I would be meeting Mr. Right any day now and that I would be happlily married with my 2.5 children, white pickett fence, dog, cat and a house in the 'burbs.
Yeah, not so much.
I have finally come to grips with the fact that I'm 30 something and living the "Sex and The City" lifestyle. I don't have a serious relationship, and I don't desire one right now. I have my friends...even one that I used to date as one of my best male friends, and that's alright with me right now. I'm travelling, shopping, enjoying concerts and other cultural events, I have a great family and great friends, and life is fun.
My sister is married. But I don't want to get married before I have the things in place that need to be in place. I will have my own condo either by the end of this year or early next year. I already own my car, and I want to purchase another one, or trade this one in (actually, UNLV's mom wants to buy my car for her brother).
Althought I mostly likely could get married, I feel I just haven't met that ONE that would make me want to settle down (well, I might have met him, but who knows about THAT...).
Besides, I think I'm afraid to walk down the aisle because I don't have a father to give me away. I can't think about that right now. It breaks my heart to think about that, and it makes me fear the whole marriage concept. I know I could have my uncle give me away, but ouch.
I know Ten will get past this phase. And I know that all of us go through it and it's ok.
She'll be ok, because I am :)
We are at the age where we have a lot of friends in relationships, and it's mostly people who are married or about to be married. There was a time where I used to be so wrapped up in not being in a relationship, that when I was in a dating situation...I kept trying to make it more than it was, and ultimately ruining it. I can say with a certain degree of confidence that I lacked the security back then of allowing a relationship to breathe a little before diving in too deep.
I truly empathize with Ten. I know EXACTLY what she's going through because you just totally believe that at a certain age you should be married with children. When I surpassed 26 (the age my mom was married), I had hope in my heart that I would be meeting Mr. Right any day now and that I would be happlily married with my 2.5 children, white pickett fence, dog, cat and a house in the 'burbs.
Yeah, not so much.
I have finally come to grips with the fact that I'm 30 something and living the "Sex and The City" lifestyle. I don't have a serious relationship, and I don't desire one right now. I have my friends...even one that I used to date as one of my best male friends, and that's alright with me right now. I'm travelling, shopping, enjoying concerts and other cultural events, I have a great family and great friends, and life is fun.
My sister is married. But I don't want to get married before I have the things in place that need to be in place. I will have my own condo either by the end of this year or early next year. I already own my car, and I want to purchase another one, or trade this one in (actually, UNLV's mom wants to buy my car for her brother).
Althought I mostly likely could get married, I feel I just haven't met that ONE that would make me want to settle down (well, I might have met him, but who knows about THAT...).
Besides, I think I'm afraid to walk down the aisle because I don't have a father to give me away. I can't think about that right now. It breaks my heart to think about that, and it makes me fear the whole marriage concept. I know I could have my uncle give me away, but ouch.
I know Ten will get past this phase. And I know that all of us go through it and it's ok.
She'll be ok, because I am :)
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Randomness...
Peter Thurston
Seeing him tomorrow @ Lestats...but...
GUSTER
Was cancelled today! SO sad!
The Mini iPod
I wanted to buy an iPod mini in Canada, thinking that the prices would also be $249 in Canadian dollars, which would mean at the exchange rate my iPod would have cost only about $198. So, I'm going to be purchasing my mini iPod this month at my local Apple store. Fuck trying to get it cheaper. I'm just going to bite the bullet and get it.
CA Lotto
No I didn't win, and neither did you. No mansion, no yacht, no quitting my job. Damn.
DVDs
I bought 2 DVDs yesterday:
The Usual Suspects (Special Edition)
The Passion Of The Christ
Depeche Mode
Martin Gore will be doing guitar work on Gwen Stefani's new album, WOW!
Dave Gahan is featured in a new H&M ad...dear LORD, my favorite all time group and my favorite clothing chain, together. Add a little cheesecake, a million dollars, and John Mayer and you've got me on Cloud 9.
ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!?
GO BOLTS!
The Pigskin Pick'em Fantasy Game has begun among my friends, and it's time my dear friends for football season to start. This is the last week of pre-season, and the actual season starts next week I believe. This last pre-season game for my Chargers is against the San Franciso 49er's. Chargers are 1-2 so far, which means that they have to win this to complete the pattern (Colts L, Cardinals W, Seahawks L). Just gear me towards the Raider/Charger game, dear children and you'll see the true football fan in me. It's not pretty, but it is necessary.
Ok, end randomness. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Peter Thurston
Seeing him tomorrow @ Lestats...but...
GUSTER
Was cancelled today! SO sad!
The Mini iPod
I wanted to buy an iPod mini in Canada, thinking that the prices would also be $249 in Canadian dollars, which would mean at the exchange rate my iPod would have cost only about $198. So, I'm going to be purchasing my mini iPod this month at my local Apple store. Fuck trying to get it cheaper. I'm just going to bite the bullet and get it.
CA Lotto
No I didn't win, and neither did you. No mansion, no yacht, no quitting my job. Damn.
DVDs
I bought 2 DVDs yesterday:
The Usual Suspects (Special Edition)
The Passion Of The Christ
Depeche Mode
Martin Gore will be doing guitar work on Gwen Stefani's new album, WOW!
Dave Gahan is featured in a new H&M ad...dear LORD, my favorite all time group and my favorite clothing chain, together. Add a little cheesecake, a million dollars, and John Mayer and you've got me on Cloud 9.
ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!?
GO BOLTS!
The Pigskin Pick'em Fantasy Game has begun among my friends, and it's time my dear friends for football season to start. This is the last week of pre-season, and the actual season starts next week I believe. This last pre-season game for my Chargers is against the San Franciso 49er's. Chargers are 1-2 so far, which means that they have to win this to complete the pattern (Colts L, Cardinals W, Seahawks L). Just gear me towards the Raider/Charger game, dear children and you'll see the true football fan in me. It's not pretty, but it is necessary.
Ok, end randomness. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Hello, eh!
Yes, I'm back from Canada. I got back on Monday. It's a bittersweet return. I'll explain in a little bit.
I arrived Friday night (8/27), and we didn't have time to do anything. My cousin's and their kids arrived the same day, so it was a lot of catching up and exchanging of "pasaloobong" (basically souvenirs, and I don't even know if that's the correct spelling).
Saturday (8/28), we went to Niagra Falls. Basically, we went to Fallsview Casino, and Casino Niagra. It actually was fun. I'm not a casino junkie like my mom and dad were, so I never went with them that often to Barona, Secquan or Viejas (and also because it was just too smoky). But I liked Fallsview because it was literally 5 minutes from the Niagra Falls. We went down to the falls and took some pictures. The last time we all went was with my dad back in 1993. We gambled and ate at their buffet. Then we took a bus back to Casino Niagra and my mom won $1000 Canadian. She loves to share the wealth, so it was a nice suprise.
Sunday (8/29), we went to Fairview mall to shop at the much coveted (well, only by ME, hee hee) H&M. I absolutely LOVE that store. It's basically a very trendy European fashion chain store, much like The Gap in price, but with more stylish clothes like Banana Republic (but funkier). They're all over Europe, the North East Cost of the US (New York and Boston) but goes as far midwest as Chicago, and of course Toronto, Canada. They have YET to move West, but when they do, I'll bet they go LA or Las Vegas.
So I went on a SHOPPING SPREE at H&M, sponsored entirely by mom. She said that she didn't want to have all that Canadian money to exchange back in the States, so we might as well shop...and that we did! We didn't have time to spend too long there, so I tried on pants just to see what size I was (solid 5 folks!), and I just grabbed what I liked. I got some very nice stuff for work. The dressing room line was 30 minutes, and so was the check out line. I tried to grab somethings for Ten, but I just got her a black turtleneck sweater and 2 purses. It was just absolutely CRAZY in there!
Then we came home on Monday (8/30). The plane rides from Canada to Houston and Houston home were a bit harried. We had to change planes in Houston because of a "maintenance issue", which was fine with me. I'd rather have a new plane than to crash due to something that could have been prevented. My uncle and auntie came to pick us up and took us home.
My mom got to see the terrible state of the plants first hand now...and yes, the REMOTE CONTROL CARS that have overtaken the garage. The one bright spot was the bathroom I remodelled. Everyone was impressed that I did it myself, and it made me feel good. My mom told me last night that she was bragging to my auntie in Canada at what a good job I did.
I'm so torn because I hate that my mom is so disappointed by my sister, but at the same time, I warned her about letting the house fall apart. It was killing me to watch it, but I knew it would absolutely hurt my mom. I explained to my sister that I was trying to prevent that from happening, but she did not take heed. What more could I do, right?
So my mom loved the bathroom so much and all of my new furniture that she said I didn't have to pay her back for it. So all of my furniture was given to me by by UNLV's mom and my mom! I just have a few more junk pieces to go through this weekend and I'm going to buy a glass cabinet for my shot glasses.
I may not be going to see Aretha this month. UNLV has to go somewhere with his mom and her new boyfriend, so I think I'm going to miss seeing him this whole month. It sucks because I miss him, you know? Sounds like school is going well for him so far. We're supposed to chat later about what's going to happen.
More in a little bit!
Yes, I'm back from Canada. I got back on Monday. It's a bittersweet return. I'll explain in a little bit.
I arrived Friday night (8/27), and we didn't have time to do anything. My cousin's and their kids arrived the same day, so it was a lot of catching up and exchanging of "pasaloobong" (basically souvenirs, and I don't even know if that's the correct spelling).
Saturday (8/28), we went to Niagra Falls. Basically, we went to Fallsview Casino, and Casino Niagra. It actually was fun. I'm not a casino junkie like my mom and dad were, so I never went with them that often to Barona, Secquan or Viejas (and also because it was just too smoky). But I liked Fallsview because it was literally 5 minutes from the Niagra Falls. We went down to the falls and took some pictures. The last time we all went was with my dad back in 1993. We gambled and ate at their buffet. Then we took a bus back to Casino Niagra and my mom won $1000 Canadian. She loves to share the wealth, so it was a nice suprise.
Sunday (8/29), we went to Fairview mall to shop at the much coveted (well, only by ME, hee hee) H&M. I absolutely LOVE that store. It's basically a very trendy European fashion chain store, much like The Gap in price, but with more stylish clothes like Banana Republic (but funkier). They're all over Europe, the North East Cost of the US (New York and Boston) but goes as far midwest as Chicago, and of course Toronto, Canada. They have YET to move West, but when they do, I'll bet they go LA or Las Vegas.
So I went on a SHOPPING SPREE at H&M, sponsored entirely by mom. She said that she didn't want to have all that Canadian money to exchange back in the States, so we might as well shop...and that we did! We didn't have time to spend too long there, so I tried on pants just to see what size I was (solid 5 folks!), and I just grabbed what I liked. I got some very nice stuff for work. The dressing room line was 30 minutes, and so was the check out line. I tried to grab somethings for Ten, but I just got her a black turtleneck sweater and 2 purses. It was just absolutely CRAZY in there!
Then we came home on Monday (8/30). The plane rides from Canada to Houston and Houston home were a bit harried. We had to change planes in Houston because of a "maintenance issue", which was fine with me. I'd rather have a new plane than to crash due to something that could have been prevented. My uncle and auntie came to pick us up and took us home.
My mom got to see the terrible state of the plants first hand now...and yes, the REMOTE CONTROL CARS that have overtaken the garage. The one bright spot was the bathroom I remodelled. Everyone was impressed that I did it myself, and it made me feel good. My mom told me last night that she was bragging to my auntie in Canada at what a good job I did.
I'm so torn because I hate that my mom is so disappointed by my sister, but at the same time, I warned her about letting the house fall apart. It was killing me to watch it, but I knew it would absolutely hurt my mom. I explained to my sister that I was trying to prevent that from happening, but she did not take heed. What more could I do, right?
So my mom loved the bathroom so much and all of my new furniture that she said I didn't have to pay her back for it. So all of my furniture was given to me by by UNLV's mom and my mom! I just have a few more junk pieces to go through this weekend and I'm going to buy a glass cabinet for my shot glasses.
I may not be going to see Aretha this month. UNLV has to go somewhere with his mom and her new boyfriend, so I think I'm going to miss seeing him this whole month. It sucks because I miss him, you know? Sounds like school is going well for him so far. We're supposed to chat later about what's going to happen.
More in a little bit!
