I think I may have found a date for Valentine’s Day. So what if my “date” is a married man with three kids and two dogs? And who cares if by “Valentine’s Day” I really meant Chinese New Year (which just happens to fall on the same day)? Whatever.
Sam the Cooking Guy is having this contest where the prize is to have dim sum with him (plus a friend and four other couples) at Emerald that day. All you have to do to be eligible is translate this Mandarin phrase posted in his newsletter. My grandpa was Chinese, but the only Mandarin words I know are the ones you can find inside P.F. Chang’s menu. I asked every Chinese person I knew to translate this phrase for me—my co-worker’s friend in Arizona, one of my sister’s co-workers in her auditing department, my ex-boyfriend’s sister’s fiancé… They all agreed on the same translation, so I’ve submitted my entry. Wish me luck! If I don’t win, I’ll be forced to hit the bars and make some bad decisions…
Dyanne, Pammie and I drove up to LA Friday night for the Smitten exhibit at the Thinkspace Art Gallery in Silverlake. Two of our favorite artists, Stella Im Hultberg and Audrey Kawasaki, were part of the all girl show, so we couldn’t miss it. We picked up Pammie in the OC and were stuck in LA traffic at 10pm. Lame! Luckily, Thinkspace stayed open past closing time, and we got to see all the gorgeous art. You should definitely check it out if you’re near LA (or even if you’re 135 miles away like us). Or you can just look at my pictures from the exhibit. We schlepped through midnight traffic after the show to hit up Diddy Riese in Westwood. YUM-O. The area around UCLA is pretty cool…. made me think about getting my MFA in graphic design there, but I looked into it today and they don’t offer it. I started looking at other universities outside of San Diego, though. I suppose I should concentrate on getting my BA first! My schedule is going to be insane this fall with both my graphic design internship and regular job on top of a full load at school. There goes my social life. Even June is looking pretty exhausting since I’m working full time over the summer and still squeezing a class and my internship in. Oh, well. It’ll help me save for when Dyanne and I move out together at the end of summer… not that I’ll have any free time to actually enjoy our fabulously designed apartment!
Taking this photo at Edgar’s last weekend of the old Mcdonald’s crew (or as Julz calls us… “the 25 & up crowd”) got us reminiscing about when we all used to work there together. Nearly a decade later, and I’m still hanging out with the same people. They say that I’m not much different now than I was back in the day. I guess it’s true when I’m reminded of stories like this…
Our Mcdonald’s had the standard drive-thru with one window where you’d pay for your order and another where you’d get your food. On crazy days like the dreaded Cheeseburger Sunday, we would open a second window where you could order… a tandem window, if you will. For some reason, Jed would always assign me to the tandem window. Looking back at it now, I’m convinced it was for his own personal amusement. Anyway, orders were taken in one line at both the regular and tandem windows when it was busy. The only way anyone would know what order to give to which car was to press the tandem button whenever an order from that window was taken. Being the forgetful person you love and adore, I’d always fail to remember that one little detail. Sheryll and Pammie would often give the wrong food to the wrong car because of me. “Press tandem, Mayan!” they’d always say. Not much has changed since then.. Except now I have to be reminded about more important things like remembering to bring my driver’s license so not to disrupt my date with Jack Daniels at the bar. Just kidding. I’d much rather have Filipino Cowboys these days. Ask Mitch at Landlord’s to hook you up!
Spring break is such a tease! I’ve still got six weeks of classes and interning left and all I can think about is going to the beach with my friends and all my favorite musicians going on tour. I watched John Legend and Corinne Bailey Rae perform at the Embarcadero with Pammie, Chel and Shi tonight. We had an “avencha” (as Mark would say) and ended up walking thirty or so blocks! I could have definitely skipped my workout earlier this afternoon. I thought we were gonna have to haul a cab (or paramedic) for Shi! Ha, ha! Check out my vids from the show. Be jealous!
I was thinking about going up to LA tomorrow to see OneRepublic with Dyanne at the Viper Room, but they sold out today. I think I’ll go to the beach instead and work on achieving the natural tan of the islands. I attempted to get my tan on the other day with Trace, but it was mostly cloudy, so we spent half the time underneath blankets eating sandwiches. I’m still ridiculously pale, but those sandwiches were really, really tasty.
So I was driving to work yesterday feeling particularly emo, because I was listening to my Top 25 Most Played list randomly selected songs on my iPod that were all coincidentally depressing. But while I was contemplating driving my car into oncoming traffic, I saw a semi drive by with no trailer. I love those things…
What? Semi’s driving around without trailers don’t make your day? You’re weird.
I was at this bar last weekend and some guy told my friend that he wanted to “lick her all night long” (and he was so ridiculously drunk that he fell out of his chair minutes later). Seriously, who says that shit? An even bigger question is how come he didn’t offer to lick ME all night long? Not that I would’ve let him (and his tongue) come within a ten-mile radius of my body. Disgusto. I don’t get this whole dating thing. I’ve been single for a year TODAY. I was with my ex for seven years, three of which I was still a teenager. All of my girlfriends are attached except for one (and she belongs on The L Word). I’m not remotely attracted to any one… I’m convinced my husband is not in San Diego. My therapist says it’s important for me to be single, because I haven’t been single since I was sixteen, and I should take this time to focus on myself before jumping into another relationship… and by “therapist” I mean my friend… who is also single… who I secretly think wants me to remain single with her. Boo whore.
I’ve been challenged to list five things you don’t know about me, but there is privileged information I haven’t already vomited all over cyber space with good reason. Instead, I’ll list five incidents that cemented my reputation as somewhat of a space cadet among my friends.
1. Pammie and I were in the OC walking back to my car after lunch. It was freezing out and I asked her where we were. She said, “Santa Ana,” and I was like, “Ohhhh… No wonder it’s so windy here.” She stopped walking and laughed at me while I stood there freezing my ass off.
2. Jay was talking about how Ernie Reyes Jr’s dad was this martial arts master and starred in a few movies. I said, “Who’s Ernie Reyes Jr’s dad?” and Jay was all, “Um, that would be Ernie Reyes, Mayan.”
3. Errol, Pammie, Jay and I went to Skokie’s to watch “Everything is Illuminated.” Skok popped the DVD in and was like, “Hit play, Mayan” so I just hit the play button on the DVD player. Thirty minutes go by before we realize that we just watched deleted scene after deleted scene thinking the entire time that we were watching the actual movie and they had just Tarantino’d the shit out of it. At the end of the movie, I was like, “That’s weird… None of the deleted scenes were in the movie.” …and I was serious.
4. Meehchelle and I were in the kitchen at our cabin in Big Bear and Pammie was showering upstairs. (I thought) Meehchelle said, “What does your sister call you, Mayan?” I gave her this confused look and was like… “Um… Mayan?” and she looked at me in disbelief before saying, “Your sister is calling you, Mayan” as I heard Pammie’s distant cries in the background because Julz had used up all the hot water… and I thought SHE was the clueless one in this conversation.
5. I was at a gas station with Jay buying some cupcakes and M&Ms to fashion a makeshift cake for Pammie’s birthday. Jay noticed my confusion as I stood in the candy aisle with a bag of king-sized M&Ms in one hand and regular M&Ms in the other. I was like, “Feel these bags, Jay. This one’s supposed to be king-sized, but the M&Ms are the same size in both bags…” Before dying of laughter, he managed to say, “Sweetie, ‘king-sized’ refers to the size of the bag, not the size of the M&Ms!” Oh hell no.
I’ve only listed five, but sadly, shit like this happens all the time. My friends like to hoard these “mayanisms” and whip them out amongst strangers whenever the opportunity presents itself, so most people already think I’m a space cadet before I get a fighting chance to convince them otherwise. Now that I’ve broadcasted these infamous stories on the internet, they never have to be repeated again (and again and again… I’m talking to YOU, Jay!).
Even though I’m sick at home coughing up my insides, I feel like this year is already looking better than 2006. I’m officially halfway to fifty (yikes!). Pammie threw me a surprise dinner with all of my friends in the Champagne Room at the Strip Club Steakhouse downtown the night before my birthday. She’s only the most awesome sister ever. We went to an Incubus concert on my actual birthday, and they rocked, of course. We might see them again when they close out their tour in LA. On Saturday, I spent some much needed time with my friends at this club that they spin at. I drank entirely too much, but you only turn a quarter of a century once, right? Sunday was spent nursing a hangover, witnessing my sister cry as the Chargers lost to the Patriots, and watching a Grey’s Anatomy marathon with Pammie (best show ever!). Sadly, Pammie’s moving back to the OC for a fabulous new job, so we went up there on Monday so she could set up her apartment. She’s not the only one moving up, though… The graphic designer for SDSU’s CES marketing department offered me an internship as a production artist because she loved this sexy website. I’m gonna have to give up my stable, higher paying job with dental and health benefits, though. It’s all about sacrifice. A year from now, when I’ve finally gotten my BA and a year of design experience under my belt, I’ll be able to land my dream job and it’ll all be worth it. At least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself as I’m eating Top Ramen for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I plan on working a second job on nights and weekends after I leave the bank at the end of the month and get my school schedule settled. I’m also going to move out this summer. With school, an internship and a second job, I probably won’t be home enough to appreciate having my own place, but it’s something I really want (and need) to do for myself. I always said that by the time I was 25-years-old, I’d be married with kids. Life never turns out how you expect it, but I’m okay with where I’m at and where I’m headed… It only gets better from here.
Listening to music in my car had become a very dim memory to me. After more than a year of talking to myself, rolling down my windows to hear the radio in the car next to me, and painfully silent drives to and from the OC and LA, my car stereo is finally fixed… and I did it! ME… Mayan. The girl who leaves her ATM card in the freezer and finds it a week later when she’s craving popsicles. I can’t even remember how to get to your apartment that I’ve been to a million times, but I can at least listen to music while I’m lost now! I got tired of waiting for a new boyfriend to come along and fix it for me, so I decided to (attempt to) do it myself! I did some online troubleshooting, bought this replacement ribbon-looking thing off of eBay not knowing if that would fix it or not, somehow got my stereo out of my car (after watching my ex do it so many times before), unscrewed a bunch of unnecessary parts to get to that ribbon piece inside, tore out the ribbon piece, replaced it with the new one, put all the parts back together (but was somehow left with six extra screws), plugged it back into my car and it WORKED! I almost cried from the sound of music. I called Pammie up because I had to tell SOMEONE about the unthinkable feat I had just accomplished… Then five minutes later, as I’m shoving the stereo into the hole where it used to be, the power shuts off! I called Pammie in a blind rage and she said that her friend could look at it for me. I consoled myself by taking a long bath and giving myself a pedicure while Pammie took my car to get fixed. Later, I heard the garage open and she called the house and told me that her friend couldn’t fix it, but she had something for me outside. I thought she brought me back a present to make me happy because she’s an awesome sister like that, but I went outside, toe separators and all, and she was bumping Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable” in MY car! Turns out I blew a fuse when I tried the shove the stereo back in… so I really did fix my radio! I just happened to blow a fuse in the process. Technicalities.
It has been more than a year since the Great Purse Disaster of 2005, and the only thing I have left to replace are my Gucci sunglasses (pummelled to bits by car after passing car). I wore them well past their prime (even when my prescription had changed and I couldn’t afford to replace the ridiculously priced lenses). I could usually care less about brand named anything, but I wear glasses all the time (even in the shower when there’s a spider in the bathroom), so they might as well be nice, right? Looking for sunglasses is an uphill battle because of my horrendous vision and need for frames with just the right shaped lenses that can handle my crazy prescription. After some extensive shopping, I’ve found a suitable (albeit entirely too expensive) replacement for my Guccis. I bought new eyeglasses this past summer, and I’ve been looking for a justifiable reason to spend more than half a grand splurge on these sunglasses I’ve been lusting after. I think I’ve finally found a reason: Valentine’s Day.
It’s my first valentine-less year since I rocked braces and colored contacts (nearly a decade). Overpriced sunglasses would make a nice Valentine’s gift to myself, don’t you think? Help me afford them by buying some goods from the shop!
Every year, I make the same New Year’s resolution to lose enough weight to fit into my skinny jeans again — not the trendy skinny jeans immortalized by Audrey Hepburn in the Gap commercial, but the jeans I wore when I was skinny…er. Because let’s face it, I was never (and probably never will be) skinny. I thought for 2007 I’d resolve to do more than that. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
– Fall in love with someone who knows my worth.
– Quit the BS. It’ll be very clear if I don’t like you. I’m tired of being nice.
– Fix my car stereo on my own.
– Strengthen relationships I value. Drop those that don’t matter.
– Focus more on myself and less on others.
– Take/pass 42 units so I can get my BA next spring.
– Move out of San Diego (I might save this one for 2008).
2006 was a year of realization… who my real friends are, what really matters (and doesn’t matter) to me, the potential for something better. I’m ready for a new year and a new life.
Okay so I asked my dad to change the dead bulb in one of my head lights, but as little as I know about cars, he knows even littler (yes, it’s a word). I ate some dinner, approved some myspace comments, picked some lint off my pants… Almost an hour later, I’m on my way out with Pammie to go grocery shopping and there, sitting in the garage, is my dad shining a flashlight under the hood of my car. “You are NOT still replacing my light bulb!” I say. He says he can’t figure it out. “This is why I need a boyfriend,” I tell him. He nods in agreement. Sad times. I always had a boyfriend around to change my lightbulbs, jumpstart my car, hook up my (now defunct) stereo with an iPod cable, unlock my car when I leave my keys inside of it, change my oil, replace my front bumper when I accidentally strike dogs on the street (okay so that was a one-time thing)… I thought about this last night on the radio-less car ride home from LA. I saw this DIY repair kit for my stereo on eBay, but thought that even if I bought this kit, I wouldn’t know how to take my stereo out of my car and attempt to repair it. I should really learn how to do these things.. Or I can just marry a mechanic (who moonlights as a chef — I can’t cook, either).
Yesterday, instead of sitting at home refreshing my myspace page for new comments, I decided to get out of San Diego for a while. Pammie had an interview in the OC and I went up with her so we could spend the day shopping. I went to the anti-mall while she got her interview on, and I picked up some cute stuff from Urban Outfitters. By some form of miracle, I made it to the anti-mall and back to my sister’s interview without getting lost. This newfound sense of direction lasted about three blocks before I got lost again on the way to Southcoast Plaza. We ate lunch and headed up to LA so we could hit up the new H&M at the Beverly Center. H&M was my favorite store in NYC. They really need to open one in San Diego… We spent HOURS in that store. I convinced Pammie to pick up this gorgeous top that didn’t entirely fit, just so she could use it as a goal shirt. I know you girls know what I’m talking about.. Like those skinny jeans that you used to fit that you keep in the back of your closet just in case you ever get that skinny again. We all have them… and if you’re saying you don’t, then you’re either a realist (like Pammie was before yesterday), you’re lying, or you’ve always been skinny (in which case I officially hate you). Cute clothes are a great motivation to lose all that weight you gained while you were with your ex-boyfriend for seven years and didn’t need to impress anyone. Not that I know anything about that. Anyway, we wandered around the mall for a while and I somehow managed to lose the mini extension cord for my ear buds that I just picked up at Sony Style not an hour before. Different city, same Mayan. We went to P.F. Chang’s for dinner and were told it was going to be a 45-minute wait, but got VIP treatment and were seated in minutes. We ignored the evil stink eyes of all the customers who had gotten there much earlier, followed our host pass the bar where we thought we were sitting and were seated at a table for four. Okay, so they probably alerted the wrong buzzer. We’re still VIP! 😉 It was nice being away. Pammie is most likely moving back to the OC for a better job, and I’m definitely ready for change…
I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas this year. Most of my relatives went out of town, taking with them the traditional family party I’ve attended for nearly twenty-five years… but it actually ended up being okay. I got $30 worth of Starbucks cards from work (even a gift card from one of the few customers I love helping with her seemingly endless number of transactions)… and even though I suffered a mild stroke when I heard that Starbucks discontinued its Valencia syrup (I used to put eight pumps of it in my Passion Tea Lemonade), I still appreciate the gifts. The white elephant gift I got from our office Christmas party ended up being this twenty questions game that took me back to a happier summer last year (and a Target gift card… who wouldn’t use that?). Pammie got me something from my wish list (that will remain up for my birthday, people!) and I’m so excited to use my new headphones at the gym (and in my car since my radio is still broken). Chel made me this lovely painting and Shi got me a DIY book (SO me!). You can all thank Shi when I give you handmade soap for your birthdays. I hope you all had as good of a Christmas as I did and thanks to everyone who called or sent me a text even though I haven’t been around much. See you next year…
I got a surprising amount of orders this past week from sororities, so I spent my Sunday in front of the tube making buttons. I wasn’t really paying attention. It was mostly just background noise as I worked. By the time I was finished filling orders, I realized that I watched “The Wedding Planner,” “The Wedding Singer” and “My Best Friend’s Wedding.” I also just finished reading this fictional wedding-themed book on Saturday called “Something Borrowed” (so fucking awesome that I read it in one day) and started reading its sequel, “Something Blue.” I saw the first book at Borders and snagged it because I liked the cover. Anyway, this whole weekend has been an ugly reminder that I am straight spinster status. I always spend Thanksgiving with my mom’s sisters and my cousins who are all around my age, but this year a lot of my cousins weren’t there because they were spending Thanksgiving with their husband’s slash baby’s daddy’s side of the family… and my cousins who WERE there were there with their significant others… even my younger cousins. So sad.
I got my pre-sale on today and bought tickets to Incubus for me and Pammie. I get to spend my birthday with one of my favorite bands, my favorite sister and 2,600 other people… and maybe you, too, if you’d like to celebrate a quarter of a century with me. Soma is arguably the worst venue I’ve ever been to, but I haven’t been this excited since my bangs grew back. I wasn’t even old enough to drink beer the last time I saw them… Now I’ll be old enough to accompany minors! I finally have something worth looking forward to. If someone ruins my birthday, I will ruin their life! 🙂
On our way to see Lupe Fiasco, we stopped by the new Chick-Fil-A on Sports Arena Boulevard… It’s been months since I’ve been out with anybody and even longer since I’ve had Chick-Fil-A. There’s also a Phil’s BBQ being built on the same street. MADNESS! SD City Beat came out with its annual “Best of San Diego” list and Phil’s was voted “Best BBQ” for the millionth time. I want to try the rest of the winning restaurants. Who wants to come with? Anyway, Lupe Fiasco was disappointing. Midnight rolled around and there was still no sign of him. Jay took a nap on the couch as we listened to almost three hours of opening acts. It was Street Scene all over again, except he actually showed up this time… His set didn’t even last a full hour. Wackness. At least he played the three songs I wanted to hear (“You My,” “Daydream” and “Kick, Push”). Common was two hours late the first time we saw him, but he was well worth the wait. Lupe put on a good show, but it was entirely too short and not worth waiting three hours for. I skipped out on 94.9’s anniversary bash with OK Go at 4th & B for this… I could’ve gone to that first AND eaten Chick-Fil-A AND walked from downtown to Mission Beach and I still would’ve made it to Canes before Lupe Fiasco did.
So I only have three and a quarter door handles on my car now. I must’ve been crazy excited that I was finally going home after hours of art history lecture, because I opened my driver side door in the SDSU parking garage and more than half of the door handle snapped off in my hand. Seriously WTF. One of my windows no longer functions… I can’t see through the old, bubbling tint on my rear windshield… I shattered my sideview mirror when I hit the side of my garage… I’ve been driving in silence since last November when my stereo decided to stop working… My air conditioner blows air that is somehow warmer than the air outside… Our pets’ heads are falling off… Could anything else go wrong? Someone please steal my car already. It’s the white Camry with mismatched hubcaps and gray, unpainted replacement bumper from that time I accidentally hit a dog. I’ll make it easy for you by unintentionally leaving my car keys in the door (again). I shouldn’t be allowed to drive.
I made my usual trip to the post office today to buy stamps so I could mail out buttons. I normally go to the post office by the bank, but was halfway home from work by the time I remembered to go. I went to the one by my house instead where they don’t know that I always buy a crazy amount of oddly priced stamps… The mail clerk was like, “Sixty 52¢ stamps! Are you getting married, hun?” OK what. Thanks for reminding me that I’m nearly twenty-five without a boyfriend to marry. Sad times.
So today sucked. I usually look forward to Wednesdays… It used to be because I’d get crazy drunk with my friends at JT’s Pub and still manage to get up for work the next morning.. but now it’s because it’s my day off from the bank, I only have a couple of classes, and most importantly… Four back-to-back episodes of “Without a Trace” followed by a repeat of “Las Vegas.” Oh, how the mighty have fallen. After school, I went to Mission Valley to take a pilates class and accidentally locked my keys in my car. This is something I WOULD do, but surprisingly, I can count on one hand how many times I’ve done it… and each of those times I luckily had my window cracked open and friends around with small arms. I was by myself this time and I didn’t want to call any of my friends with small arms because I’ve been MIA for months and I’m not one of those people who only call when they need something. I had a minor lapse of judgement and considered calling my dad since he has the only spare key to my car, but thought about the endless lecturing that would result from this favor and decided against it… When I finally decided to call Pammie, I realized that I left my cell phone at home. I was 0 for 2. The girls at 24 Hour let me use their phone, but Pammie was still in the OC working… So ultimately, I had to cough up $35 for some tow truck guy the concierge called to break into my car. He used what looked like one of those blood pressure measurer things to pump some space in the crack of my door. Then he stuck some hanger apparatus that I could’ve fashioned myself in the small open crack to unlock my door. I should keep a hanger and blood pressure kit in my car for times like these… but I guess it wouldn’t really help me if it was locked in my trunk, now would it? You should keep it in YOUR car so you can help me the next time it inevitably happens. I missed my class waiting for the tow guy in the parking structure, since I didn’t have my cell phone with me… Otherwise I would’ve been getting my pilates on during the 45 minutes it took him to get there. Today wasn’t entirely sucky, though… I came home to the sweetest E-mail from an old friend. Thanks, Errol ♥
It’s after midnight and I got off of work five hours ago, but right now I’m sitting alone in my house eating cold Taco Bell in my work uniform still. WTF mate. Clearly, there is seriously something wrong with this picture. These past few weeks have been shitty for me.. Actually, this whole summer has been pretty shitty. There are just so many changes in my life, not one of them good except for me going to SDSU now instead of bullshit community college (and even that has been disappointing). SDSU (so far) has been community college with a lot more walking and a more expensive parking permit (that I’ve somehow managed to misplace within the first two weeks of school). None of my classes or professors are the least bit interesting. I felt all excited at first. I was thinking that I could show the graduates of Monte Vista High that they, too, can transfer to a state school within six years of high school graduation. I feel so fucking old, because I don’t know any students who go to State, but I know FACULTY members (hey, ERROL!). Sad times. It’s okay, though. I’m sticking with it… Pammie, Chel and Shi are all planning to purchase their first homes by next year, and I need to catch up! There’s also the change in my love life (or lack thereof). For those of you who have been living underneath a rock, Edgar and I broke up like half a year ago. I felt like we weren’t moving forward. We were just at that point where you either part ways or get married… and we definitely weren’t going to do the latter. For some reason (it might be those seven years we were together), our breakup still feels fresh. I seriously thought I was fine, but some days I hear a song and I just lose it.. Then I think about how I’m listening to this song on my iPod with one ear phone while I’m driving because my radio broke ten months ago and Edgar was supposed to fix it and then that makes me even more sad. It’s just sad to think about our history, but it’s not like I want us to be back together. It’s just weird to picture him with someone other than me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. It’s worse that he’s friends with all of my friends, so that totally disrupts my social life. I feel like I can’t be with my friends sometimes because he’s there with whomever he’s talking to at the time and it’s uncomfortable. I am now a firm believer that you should keep your significant other and your friends separate. I’m all about the clean break. It’s been six months and the break couldn’t have been any dirtier. I think I’m okay with being single… I mean it DOES have its moments (and by moments I mean moments of unbridled loneliness and depression), but it’s not like I didn’t go out all summer. I was at Landlord’s practically every Friday and JT’s every Wednesday and living it up with my best girl, Trace… but not once did I see anyone I was remotely interested in. JT’s has gotten too crazy for me, anyway. Mindz Alike’s newfound popularity among the fresh twenty-one crowd brought along annoying groupies and made JT’s encompass just about everything I despise about clubbing downtown on the weekends. I was quite content when it was just some little dive bar our small group of friends would go to on Wednesdays to spin while trying to stay warm near the outdoor patio heater last year. Those were the days! I stay away from the dollar drama now. I don’t expect to meet the love of my life in a bar, but it’d be nice to meet SOMEONE new. Sometimes a hot guy will come to my bank and after handling their transaction, I check their customer profile and they turn out to be married or years younger than me or Mormon or constantly overdrawn (LOSER!). I wouldn’t want to date anyone whose transaction history I have access to anyway (Hey, who did you take to Benihana’s?!? Oh, wait… That was the day you took me. Never mind… See how psychotic that would make me? SO uncool!).
So this past month I’ve been MIA. I’m sorry I haven’t been returning anyone’s phone calls (well, apologies to everyone except Jay because I never returned his phone calls in the first place. HAHA♥), but I just need some time to myself to take charge of my life. Lately the same old shit has got me saying, “I’m too old for this shit.” Maybe I really am.
I keep baking cookies. They never turn out right. I never eat them. I’m not domestic at all. I give them to my friends and they eat them even though the cookies always somehow come out too salty, disfigured or full of bubbles (thanks, boys). I feel this constant need to please people and I think that’s why I’ve been on this cookie-baking binge. I like making people happy. I got this new job around Christmas, so I bought all of my friends gifts knowing that I’d only be getting one gift because we did the secret santa thing this year. I am STILL broke from Christmas, but I know my friends really loved their gifts and that’s what I think about when I’m starving on my lunch break LOL. For my birthday next week, I want nothing more than to have a good time with my loved ones. I have work this whole week, so I won’t be able to fully celebrate till the weekend. I want to have as much fun as I did on new year’s eve sans the painful vomiting.
I feel like I don’t have anything post-worthy to say anymore. It’s always the same shit, different day. I see my friends everyday… I feel like it’s summer still. I’m sure one day I’ll get sick of them (or vice versa), but right now I’m happy to see them everyday. Most of them, anyway 😉 It’s hard to keep this thing updated when I do the same thing everyday (smoke hookah, play poker, watch Mindz Alike DJ, watch the boys skate, eat Chick-fil-a) with the same people (CHIP SET!) who make up 98.2% of mayanrocks.com’s viewers. These people already know what I did, because I did it yesterday and the day before that (and the day before that) and I did it with THEM. But what about that other 1.8%? They don’t know what I’ve been doing or who I’ve been doing it with… so this one’s for you, 1.8%. I’m sorry I kept you in the dark.
Today I played my first real cash game with the set. My friends have been playing poker together for years now while I’ve been on the other side of the garage smoking hookah. Sometimes I got tired of smoking and I would go inside and hibernate. I’d be awakened by a “YOU FUCKER!” coming from the garage at four in the morning indicating my sister just lost a hand and it was time to go home LOL. Slowly, the people who used to only hookah with me started playing poker on the other side of the garage. More recently, Raul started playing and so it was just the girls (sans Pammie) who didn’t play. So yesterday, I asked Skokie to teach me how to play with them forreal. I mean, I know all the hands, I just don’t know how to play them. He taught me how to FOLD (apparantly, it’s not illegal) and how to watch out for the assholes among other things… I have a REALLY bad poker face (I got you some flowers…), and I have a tendency to think out loud (Queen Jack!), but I think I did him proud today 🙂 But anyway, besides poker, we’ve had a ton of birthdays these past couple of months. Julz, Jay, Gerald, Rome… Saturday is Raul’s birthday and Vince’s is next week… We pretty much celebrate by doing the same shit we do every other day, but we usually just add alcohol and maybe a couple of people who don’t hang out with us everyday (and sometimes fifty southsiders that none of us know). My life is pretty monotonous and uninteresting, but I’m easily amused so I’m enjoying every bit of it right now.
I had the BEST day today, but I’ll wait till I get back to SD to post everything that happened. I wish I could stay in NYC a little longer! I’ll be home soon, but here are some new photos to tide you over till then. I uploaded some pictures that were taken one of the days we went to the beach before I left for vacation (Trace is going to KILL me!) and some pictures from DC and NYC, too. I still have a couple days left here, so I’ll be sure to post more pictures when I get home…
I miss home. I’m in Washington DC right now and it’s humid as the f*ck! I tend to appreciate SD a lot more when I go out of town. There really isn’t a better place to live. I can’t wait to go to New York on Saturday, though. DBJ! I miss you guys. I’ll be home in a week…
This is the first time in weeks that I’ve been home before three in the morning. I haven’t been feeling like myself lately… Or maybe I’ve changed and this is just how I am now. I find myself not giving a shit about things I used to care about and getting hurt over things that shouldn’t even matter to me. I’ve been having this constant feeling of uncertainty. Something has shifted… I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay.
During one of our philosophical conversations, Errol said that people try to make their lives seem much more interesting in their blogs. My life is VERY uninteresting… but I’m easily amused. Corneal abrasions… Sandwiches… If that’s not interesting, I don’t know what is! Maybe I should spice things up a bit. What if I told you that I recently discovered that me and one of my best girls, Trace, are SISTERS! Okay, not really. But we’re cousins! Okay… so we’re not BLOOD cousins. Her sister’s godmother is my mom’s sister! And Trace’s Dad is my cousin’s godfather! My aunt has known Trace’s mom since back in the day when my mom and her sisters went to Sweetwater High and Trace’s mom went to Mount Miguel! She’s basically FAMILY if you look at it from a FILIPINO perspective 🙂 I always sensed that we were relatives haha. Anyway, a few things going on this week… I start summer school tonight (BOO!). Going to the COMMON show tomorrow night at the new House of Blues in San Diego (finally!). Celebrating Skokie’s birthday on Thursday (if he deems me cool enough to party with him!). Then Edgar moves into his new house in Otay Ranch this weekend. I should have a lot of pictures posted throughout the week (taken with my grad gift from Pammie!). I have to go to school now. Bah. See you later tonight for some fakhfakhina, biatches.
There’s this palm reader place that I always pass by on the freeway. A lot of people are skeptical about its validity, but I figure… if this place has been open my entire life (23+ years), then they must be doing something right. Jay says that they’re probably still open because they serve sandwiches, too. My gullible ass totally believed him. Man… I would go there on that basis alone. Trace told me that her grandma got her palm read and they told her that she would die in a body of water… but her grandma went on a cruise recently and is still alive as far as I know. I think the palm readers are pretty vague in their readings, so you can pretty much twist whatever they say and apply it to the situations in your life… I would still like to get my palm read for fun. Who wants to come with???
Anyway, tomorrow (or TODAY, technically) is my graduation. I’m finally getting my associate’s degree from Grossmont. Yaye. My mom (being the Filipino mother that she is) is making me walk. I think it’s partly because my parents aren’t sure if I’m ever getting my bachelor’s degree and this might be the last time they’re gonna see their baby graduate. Haha. I don’t expect anyone to sit in the hot sun and listen to boring speeches and listen for my name out of 1,100 different graduates… so no one has to go to the actual ceremony. At 5:30 p.m. At Grossmont College off the 125 freeway. Haha. But seriously it’s not a big deal. I only EXPECT family to come to the ceremony. I’m having dinner afterwards with my family (and whoever decides to show up for the ceremony and a free meal paid for by my parents haha) and then it’s ON at Julian’s house! I plan to get my drank on, biatches. I reeeally like it when I’m buzzed. I don’t know why I stopped drinking before I turned 21. I guess it’s because it was less fun when it became legal. I’ve been missing out. Life seems a little bit easier when your intoxicated… I didn’t want to make a big deal out of me getting my associate’s degree, so this mini get together I’m having at Julz’s is last minute. It’s on a WEDNESDAY, so I’m assuming people have work the next day. Don’t feel bad if I didn’t officially invite you. If you know me, then consider yourself invited. Don’t expect food or anything to be there. LOL. All I know for sure is that there will be Jell-O shots and hookah and brownies and Chambord and vodka and poker and spoons and me with a big smile on my face.
I broke a mirror at work on Monday. This is day six of my seven-year curse, and let me just say that I totally believe that I’m cursed right now. So many random bad things have been happening to me this week… and today I spent my morning in “urgent” care and waited over two hours for someone to tell me that I *don’t* have pink eye like you all thought I did (you b*tches can stop touching me with your elbows now haha). As if I wasn’t uncomfortable enough, the doctor scanned my eye with an ultraviolet light (which always strikes a nerve in the most bizarre part of my body) and it turns out I scratched my cornea and that’s why my eyeball has been extremely irritated these past couple of days… and while the doctor has told me that it’s 75% healed and should mildly sting for the next day or so, to me the pain is something more akin to sticking my face into a crate of exploding dynamite. I was prescribed no antibiotics… no painkillers. I was basically told to walk it off. Oh, and not only do I have to deal with the constant throbbing in my eye without so much as a vicodin to ease my pain, I have to wear a crazy ass eyepatch that covers half of my face for the next twenty four hours. It’s not a cool pirate patch, either. It’s this gigantic gauze pad adhered to my face with what seems to be fifty strips of tape. I came out of the doctor’s office hoping to make a beeline to my car, but Pammie busted up laughing as soon as she saw me. Everyone looked up to see what her crazy ass what laughing at. So much for my quiet exit! I wanted to go out tonight, but it looks like I’ll be staying indoors. That’s for DAMN sure.
This rant was written by a nice girl named Jessica Griffith who finally snapped:
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date, who don’t want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe… maybe this time he’ll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from “there are plenty of fish in the sea,” to “time heals all wounds.” This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it’s an experience that they don’t want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they’d rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn’t care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one’s for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won’t because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he’s just not ready, he’s just not over her, he’s just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it’s easier to believe that it’s not that they don’t want you, it’s that they don’t want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you’ve returned home alone, for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he’s with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship: it was that he didn’t want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the “I really like you, so let’s still be friends” comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends, for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more, because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don’t understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call… and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the “stalker chick” you’d met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this “nice girl” who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you’re not looking for a nice girl. You’re not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you’re looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don’t say you’re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at a nice girl in whore’s clothing — we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we’re all thinking the same thing: “This isn’t me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me.” You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don’t want the nice girl.. so don’t say you’re looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend — but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets… the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she’s a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won’t matter), hoping against hope that maybe you’ll realize that they’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what’s a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
I had the BEST time at D&B’s on Thursday. The set went there for Charlene’s 21st birthday. I don’t think I’ve ever had fun at D&B’s before that. I never looked forward to going (especially on FILIPINO Thursdays)… I should’ve known that a little alcohol could fix that. $7, one Zombie and one Chambord later, I was on a GOOD one. I’m such a cheap date. I’ve NEVER had such a good alcoholic experience. It’s usually fun for a while, then the fun quickly ends with me yakking or hungover… but none of that ish happened this time. Edgar was SOOO mad at me! I drove Trace there, so I was supposed to be able to drive both of us home. I only had two drinks in the span of three hours, so I figured that I would be okay, but that Zombie f*cking killed me… and then Errol bought me a Chambord Sour that I couldn’t pass up… when it hits your lips… YUM. I could barely keep my eyes open. I somehow managed to score a ridiculously high score in skee ball, though! I kept hitting the 50 shot… then I hit the *100* shot… which is like IMPOSSIBLE even when you’re sober. Having Edgar yell at me for being the most irresponsible designated driver ever didn’t even kill my buzz. After much debating that I was OK to drive, Julz ended up driving my car back to Ed’s where we all smoked some candy sheesh (my new favorite) and sobered up with some Mexican food (thanks, ROSS!). Tonight is Errol’s graduation party. He makes me feel terribly old and behind, but I can’t say enough how proud I am of him. Thank goodness he lives up the street from me. This designated driver shit is overrated.
Pictures from our weekend in San Juan Capistrano and Scott’s party have been posted (thanks, Jay, Julz and Edgar!). Yesterday, Jay took me out for breakfast at Hash House in Hillcrest. YUM! That was the most INCREDIBLE breakfast ever. When we got there, he was like… Reservation for Jay. LOL. I’ve never eaten at a place that someone made reservations for me at. These two girls were eating near us and one of their boyfriend’s came in and surprised them with flowers. What the… I almost cried. I’m such a nerd. It was so sweet. These ladies who were waiting to be seated clapped when he was leaving haha. We stopped to check out shoes at Mint and Best Buy for Jay’s weekly visit before he had to go to work. Afterwards, I picked up my SOUL sister, Trace, and went to Grossmont hospital to apply for a job. We went across the street to the mall to stalk Skokie, but he had already gone home from work. Afterwards, we ate at Chipotople and had the BEST girl talk! Lately, I’ve been surrounded by testosterone, so it’s refreshing to vent with a girl. Guys just aren’t built to endure that kind of bitching! Later that night, the set came over to Edgar’s to chill and we beatboxed LOL. I only had one line, but I owned that shit. Haha. Good times!
I’m in a FLAN comatose right now. Too much flan is too much Mayan… Is was so f*cking good, though! Meehchelle’s grandma was trying to kill me with that shit haha. I didn’t know that flan is basically milk and eggs (my tummy’s WORST enemies ever!) I felt like I was going to die this morning. Anyway, I had a pretty chill weekend. On Friday, I went to the movies after work with Edgar, Pammie, Meehchelle, Julz and Skokie. “Kicking and Screaming” was f*cking HILARIOUS. I’m a tornado of anger! Ahahahaha. We smoked some sheesh at Edgar’s afterwards before heading home. Yesterday was Kalana’s birthday party. My sister and I elliptical’d our butts off at the gym earlier in the day and knocked the f*ck out after we showered. We didn’t get to Meehchelle’s parents house until late, so we missed the astrojump! Damn. There was plenty of food left, though… FLAN… ahhh. I got to see GERALD, who I haven’t seen in weeks (only in my dreams… ahahaha), but he leaves today again for some place I can never remember the name of. I miss him and his Axe deodorant. I’m gonna go through Axe withdrawals when he leaves for Iraq for six months. Too bad Edgar is one of those freakishly unsweaty people who doesn’t need deodorant. I told him that he should wear it anyway just to humor me. Scent drives me wild 😉 ANYWAY. Most of Meehchelle’s family had left, and we had our standard poker and hookah session. Meehchelle, Trace and I drank Chambord Sours, but it wasn’t enough for me to get faded (or even buzzed). I haven’t gotten fucked up in a loooong time. I feel like such a square haha. I plan on getting eff’d up in VEGAS this July. Is everyone down to go? I think Edgar is renting out the PENTHOUSE timeshare. Woot! It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to lose my inhibitions and have a good time without thinking about shit too much. I’m looking forward to it…
Lauryn Hill – “Tell Him”
Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love, then I am nothing at all
I can give away everything I possess
But left without love, then I have no happiness
I know I’m imperfect and not without sin
But now that I’m older all childish things end
and tell him…
I haven’t heard this song since high school, but I remembered every single word when I listened to it recently… It’s weird the way my mind retains potentially useless information, but I can’t remember what I did two days ago or how to get to a place I’ve been to ten thousand times. This weekend was different from weekends past… I barely saw any of my friends and I actually worked the ENTIRE weekend… plus I work tomorrow and Tuesday, also. Five days in a row? It feels like Christmas. I haven’t had a decent paycheck in a while, so I’m not complaining. It feels good to be busy, anyway. On Friday, I kept trying to get a hold of Genevieve so she could cover my shift because I felt nauseous again. No cigar, though. I actually ended up having a pretty good time at work tending to all the Mother’s Day procrastinators… I’ve never seen so many boys shopping for candles. Afterwards, I met up with Edgar, Errol, Julz, Pammie, Vince and Trace to go bowling. I think the earth’s axis shifted or something, because I bowled a MOTHERF*CKING 168! I couldn’t believe it… well, no one could believe it really. I usually score something closer to 60! I had them print my score sheet, because it was probably the first and only time I’d score that well… Sooo many people from the set weren’t there that night. You b*tches missed a milestone. I went home afterwards, while some of the others went to Alex’s to play poker. I never play poker with the set. I usually just have philosophical conversations with Errol or smoke sheesh with Trace and Julz… I feel more comfortable doing that at Edgar’s or Errol’s. On Saturday, I woke up early to go to work and chilled with my cousins in Scripps Ranch afterwards. Today, I went to work and met up with my family afterwards for dinner. We ate at Panda Palace. I ate take out from there last week while watching Fever Pitch by myself, and it just depresses me to eat it now. Sad. Tomorrow I have work at seven in the motherf*cking morning… in La Jolla… so I need to be up in five hours and drive an hour in traffic. F*cking zombie status. Maybe I’ll stop at Coffee Tea Bean & Leaf for some much needed caffeine (I know it’s Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf… Pammie says it the other way, though. Ahahahahahahaha). I don’t even like coffee, but I need something to wake me up at that ungodly hour. Plus I have class after work and I plan on hitting the gym after school, so I need some liquid energy to make it through the day. I’ve been spending so many nights smoking the hookah and sitting on my ass and drinking ten million liters of Coke… I need to treat my body better if I want it to help me pick up sexy motherf*ckers. Haha. Just kidding, Edgar. I’ll just be happier and more fun to be around if I get in shape. I know you’re thinking… Is it POSSIBLE for Mayan to be more fun than she is now? I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve been holding back. The amount of fun I’m gonna be is illegal in some small countries. You should start preparing yourselves now while I get ready for bed… before midnight! I usually don’t sleep till two or three or FIVE in the morning, but this is the new Mayan. Let the fun begin.
Whenever I’d be out eating with my friends, I’d always feel sorry for those people who were eating at a booth by themselves. I’d come up with hypothetical situations in my head that would cause them to eat alone. Do they not have any friends? Are they on their lunch break from work? Are they single? Did their girlfriend just break up with them? I never used to eat by myself. It just made me feel really lonely. The only time I ate alone was when I was on my lunch break at work, and sometimes not even then… I kind of like the ME time now, but I think that too much time alone gives me too much time to think. I spent most of today by myself. I drove around. I picked up some Chinese take out. I went to the movies and watched Fever Pitch by myself… which made me feel even more lonely because it was a romantic comedy and it was just me and another couple in the theatre. I’ve never watched a movie alone before. I feel crazy laughing with no one around me. I found myself laughing and turning to look at no one to confirm the hilarity of something Jimmy Fallon said during the funny parts. People can’t ALWAYS be with me… Life just doesn’t allow it. I wish I was more independent like Meech or Pammie. Maybe I wouldn’t mind the solitude so much.
I was preheating the oven when my smoke alarm started beeping a couple minutes ago. I looked in the oven and there was a little sausage on fire that fell off the frozen pizza I baked last night. LOL. I was going to reach my bare arm in there to take it out, but I remembered the great oven rack burn of 1998 and thought twice about it. So I put one of those arm-length oven mitts on for protection. It’s really difficult to use tongs when you’re wearing an oven mitt, so it took me a while to get that little b*tch out! And that has been my day so far… and my sister wonders what the hell I do at home by myself haha. Sometimes I blast my iPod and rock out in my panties. Sometimes I take hot showers and fall asleep afterwards (sometimes?). Sometimes I call Edgar and bug him at work. And sometimes I talk to myself. It’s a good thing I’m easily amused. I feel like I should do something productive like go to the gym, but I don’t think my body could handle that kind of strenuous activity right now haha. I think I’ll just take a long, hot shower and take a nap before my night class. Call me if anything’s going on tonight, b*tches!
I had a SUPER weekend with my SUPER crew, CHIPSET. We spent the weekend in San Juan Capistrano (down by the beach, BOY-EEE!). I would say that it was as fun as our weekend in Big Bear, but I missed a CRUCIAL five hours of fun while Pammie and I stepped out for a family shindig. Skokie waited for me for ten billion hours on Friday while the procrastinator that I am packed my things. I still forgot my shampoo, conditioner, shoes… Me? Forget something? That’s strange… We finally got to San Juan around midnight and stayed up smoking raspberry sheesh and shooting the shit till the a.m. hours on the balcony of our hotel room. I tried to keep it down because everytime I laughed, Edgar would walk up to the sliding door from the inside and just point at me. I’m a loud f*ck! I can’t help it… Meehchelle and I were the only ones up after 4 a.m. and we just whispered to each other on the sofa bed with the collective symphony of snoring in the room as our background music. We kept laughing over things like “beef and steak” and sometimes I’d be laughing so hard that I would involuntarily slap the mattress with my hand or snort when I tried to contain my laughter which would just make us laugh even harder. Out of no where, we’d hear Mayannnnn — Edgar telling me to keep it down again. As soon as Meehchelle and I tried to sleep, Edgar’s parents started frying things on the stove and filling coolers with ice to prepare for their roadtrip to San Francisco at 5:30 in the motherf*cking morning. I contemplated pointing my finger at them and giving them the look through the sliding door, but I didn’t think it would work. There was no way I could sleep through that… All the while, the sun starts coming up and it’s not night time anymore so I just realize that sleep isn’t coming and stare at the ceiling listening to the snoring and the frying and the ice shoveling… Most everyone woke up around 6:30 because of the hoopla and turning-on-of-the-lights that happened when Edgar’s parents left the hotel room. I tried watching Amelie with Meehchelle and Skokie, but started dozing off halfway through it. Everyone else started going back to sleep since it was too early to be up at that ungodly hour on a Saturday (except for Trace and Ed who never woke up in the first place). We all got up again around eleven and headed to Dana Point. It was straight up OC in that biatch. I half expected to see LC and Lo sunbathing in their designer bikinis. Traceface and the boys bodyboarded and skimboarded and some people got bruised buttocks in the process haha. Meehchelle and Rome got their tan on while I spent half the time in the frigid water and the other half playing in the sand. We went back to the hotel mid afternoon to eat and chill while I got ready to go to a family party back home with my sister. Gerald brought the largest bottle of Grey Goose I had ever seen in my life to the hotel. They were already drinking it in the afternoon and the chaos ensued after Pammie and I left that night. Before we left San Diego to drive back up there, I called Edgar to see what was going on. Apparantly, Trace (the girl who can hold her liquor like a 300-pound man) had yakked on her pillow and towel and JULIAN. Gerald drank most of the vodka and was — say it with me, Meehchelle — INEBRIATED as the f*ck (thank you, DARWIN, for making me despise that word like I despise strawberry ice cream). When Pammie and I got back to the hotel, Trace was passed out in the bedroom and Gerald was passed out in the balcony, periodically waking up to yak in the cooler of all places. He ended up taking a two-hour shower, while the rest of the boys and Pammie played poker. I tried watching Oceans 12, but kept falling asleep again. That sofabed is death. People had the munchies at three in the morning, so Pammie and Jay went on a Del Taco run, since that was the only restaurant open (what is UP with this town?). I had a reeeally good sleep that night, so it made up for the lack of sleep on Friday. When I woke up on Sunday, Rome, Julian and Jay had gone back home to SD and the rest of us got our things together to go home, too. We chilled at Errol’s for a bit, played with the cute babies, and I went home to take a superhot and relaxing shower and nap of course (I really need a robe, guys). Later that night, Pammie, Edgar, Errol and I went to Del Mar for the Jason Mraz show and met up with Kristine. Pammie got hit on and didn’t even know it. We met up with Jay and Julian afterwards to eat at Tyler’s and then went to Sycuan to feed our gambling addiction. I’m home now and looking forward to Edgar’s party this weekend. Fun times as always with the CHIPSET (you know how we do!).
Last night was an avencha as Mark would say. Pammie, Meehchelle and I decided to try out Amarin Thai, this restaurant that Kelly from work recommended. The three of us should not be allowed to drive alone together! Meehchelle has horrible night vision since her prescription expired during the Clinton regime LOL. She missed the exit, turned around and was thisclose to missing the same exit again… She couldn’t read the street names or the big sign that said DIP haha. I am a TERRIBLE navigator. I told Meehchelle to exit and it was the wrong street. We tried to turn around and ended up at a dead end… So we went back the other way and ended up in North Park… you DO NOT want to be driving through residential North Park in the middle of the night without your gat strapped! I decided that it was a good time to relinquish my navigating duties and gave the directions to Pammie… who just handed them back to me because she can’t read in the car without getting nauseous! Somehow, we finally reached Amarin Thai half an hour before it closed and without any puncture wounds. It was SO worth it. You would think with all our trips to Hillcrest for good eats, we would have gotten there without a hitch, but with my poor navigating skills and Meehchelle’s inability to see at night and Pammie’s refusal to see words while in motion… I guess it just wasn’t in the stars. After dinner, we chilled at The Living Room and went to Errol’s for the standard hookah and poker night. Tonight, we’re going bowling and I think we’re gonna hit up gravity hill so I can see what all the hoo-ha is about (thanks for the invite earlier this week, biatches! haha). For those of you who don’t know about gravity hill in SD, it’s this place in Sorrento Valley. If you park on the left side of the bottom of the hill and put your car in neutral, your car will move backwards UP the hill on its own. There’s this myth that says that there were once train tracks that ran through that road and these children were run over there. It’s been said that the children are pushing your car up the hill so you won’t get run over. I’ve heard that if you put baby powder on the front of your car, you can see the children’s handprints after your car moves up the hill. Jesus of the Christ. I’ve got goose pimples just blogging about it. I’m gonna go now.
I’m annoyed by girls who wear Coach signature shoes to match their Coach signature purse (and their Coach signature belt and fedora… and sometimes… when it’s raining… their Coach signature umbrella). I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, while my boyfriend owns a Lacoste polo shirt in every conceivable color. My friends are shoe heads who spend hundreds of dollars on limited edition Nikes, while I’ve worn the same pair of Vans for more than a year (and before that, a pair of Converse shoes that I retired after two years because water would seep through the holes and soak my socks when it rained). Now that I’ve tried to convince you that I’m anti fashion, let me negate all that by exposing my guilty obsession with Gucci sunglasses. I ♥ them! I’m so ashamed. I’ve had the same pair of Guccis for four years. I still wear them even though my prescription changed two years ago. I’ve been looking for another pair to replace them, and I’ve found the perfect ones. I’ve spent hours staring at them online to feed my obsession… and now I’ve just seen Kanye West rocking them. I must have them!
It’s raining. Again. Luckily, I don’t have work or school this week, so I can stay off the roads as much as possible. I have to put air in my tires later today so I’m reading instructions because this is something I’ve never done before! I was going to have Edgar do it, but he has work… Maybe I’ll have Jay do it later 😉 I’ll probably give myself flat tires if I attempt to do it on my own. Anyway, I’m home from Texas. That was the longest weekend of my entire life. We drove 24 hours straight to and from Texas (well I didn’t drive, of course). We saw Roxy for like.. two seconds. She got married, had the reception at her husband’s house, then left the reception to consummate her marriage before I could even have cake! LOL. Oh, man. Let me tell you about TEXAS. It is the wackest state I have ever step foot in! The groomsmen asked us if we wanted to go clubbing with them (I use the term lightly). We were like, F*CK YEAH! The night was still young. We decided to skip South Padre Island where all the spring breakers were partying, because it would have taken us two hours to get there. We hit up a local club called GRAHAM Central Station… WTF. It had a $6 cover charge and six different rooms. There was karaoke, 70s, salsa, country, hip hop and some other one I can’t remember. We stayed in the hip hop room and the DJ rotated the SAME four tracks! There were people in COWBOY HATS dancing to hip hop. Most of the people couldn’t dance. There was this girl that had to be at least 250 pounds wearing this bathing suit with strategic cut outs dancing with her rolls flapping about… and no one thought this was disturbing but us. The only thing good about the club were the $2 test tube shots… which I couldn’t drink because I was the DD for the night. I hope you had a good time, b*tches! Haha. I definitely needed some alcohol to enjoy myself at this place… Texas is also full of Whataburger fast food joints, so we decided to try it. Shi placed her order first for cheese fries. Then the rest of us placed orders after her for entire meals. We all got our food before her and I even ate my whole meal by the time she got her food. She asked them where her food was, and they brought it to her table. They gave her a box of fries and a SLICE OF CHEESE in a wrapper. OH HELL NO. We couldn’t stop laughing over that shit. I guess cheese fries has a different meaning over there. As if this trip couldn’t get any worse, Edgar got a speeding ticket on the way home for doing 80 in a 70. The cop had his lights turned off and was facing the opposite directing of traffic and right when we passed his covert ass, he turned his lights on and turned around and followed us. I don’t know about New Mexican laws, but you have to at least have your parking lights on and be visible to passing cars if you’re a cop in California. He was like… You have two options. You can plead guilty and mail in $80 for your ticket, or contest it in court. Like Edgar’s gonna drive TWELVE hours to New Mexico to contest an $80 ticket! Then, to add more salt to the wound, Edgar’s friends called him up and said that they partied with C.S. Keys at Harrah’s for his FOX sports show and got drunk with him in the limo he picked them up in… all while Edgar was having a horrible weekend and just got a speeding ticket… Then they told Edgar that C.S. Keys invited them to do it again on April 2nd… and he can’t go again because he RSVP’d to go to a paid-dinner family party with me at the Double Tree Hotel. He must REALLY hate being my boyfriend right now LOL.
I was watching Unwrapped and they said that gelatin is made of the collagen in cow or pig bones, hooves, and connective tissues… *THROWS UP* Gelatin is in Jell-O, cream cheese, cake frosting, marshmallows and my candy of choice… GUMMYBEARS. I don’t know if I can eat them now. I’m repulsed beyond belief.
Anyway, Chicago was LOVELY. I’ve never been so effin cold in my life! I miss the snow. I miss my seester. I miss eating at White Castle (don’t be jealous, b*tches!). I don’t miss the airplane rides, though (or O’hare airport!). I f*cking hate riding on airplanes. I’m not good at sitting still for long periods of time… especially in cramped spaces… where my hair sticks to the walls from all the static… and the stewardesses spend 99% of their time in first class (where Josh Kalis – a pro skateboarder – was sitting and eating a McFlurry! Damn, you’re FLY!). I don’t know how my sister does it. Flying to different cities and working all the time and living out of a suitcase. I’m immobile as f*ck. I would make a horrible military wife, because I would hate to move around… find a new job… adjust to the weather… San Diego has ruined me. Pammie is so damn SUCCESSFUL! Flying me to see her in Chicago. Buying me anything I want. I’m so jealous! I’m terribly poor and STILL in college and STILL living off of my parents. I need to get to PAMMIE status, so I can get out of Stone Point and start the next phase in my life. I really need to get my shit together. Pammie’s looking into buying a house here in San Diego while I’m wondering whether or not I have 75¢ to buy me a mall employee-discounted drink at Cinnabon during my break at work. Wow, that’s just sad. Anyway, all I’m hoping for is that I get accepted into CSU Fullerton this fall… since that’s the ONLY university I applied to. If I don’t get in, I’m toast! My father is DEATH when it comes to my studies.
…I don’t want to talk about school anymore. I wanted to blog about my Chicago trip and instead I’ve talked about cow hooves and discounted soda. I had a blast! It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day and there’s a HUGE Irish population there. Everyone gathered downtown to DYE THE RIVER GREEN. Is that madness, or what? There were two parades and everyone was sporting green. We shopped on Michigan Avenue, visited the Michael Jordan statue at United Center, went to an expo at Navy Pier, ate a Chicago hot dog (but no deepdish pizza… too hardcore!), went to Wicker Park and saw Kurt Halsey’s beautiful art in person, ate White Castle like Harold and Kumar, freezed our asses off and when we got tired, we went back to the hotel and watched Law and Order: SVU. LOL. Just like home. I’m going to Texas in a couple days for Rox’s wedding. After this weekend, it’ll be nice to be on spring break back home in San Diego for a while… March has been a crazy ass month for me.
So last night we all gathered at Errol’s house (sans Pammie and Meehchelle) to watch the Big Bear video. OMG. Effin HILARIOUS! The camera was on at times we weren’t aware, so we were caught doing some pretty funny shit! WOP! Hahahahaha. How gay was it to be filmed while we posed for like 50 timed camera shots? Too bad the camera wasn’t on when Meehchelle, Julz and Pammie slipped and fell on their butts! It’s so painful to watch yourself on TV. The camera adds like ten pounds, too (how many cameras were on me?). I kept thinking… Is that what I look like? Anyway, we’re trying to get Rome to hook us all up with DVDs of the VHS tape… Someone told me this could be done 😉 I f*cking ♥ technology. Right now I’m loving life (most parts, anyway). Looking forward to my weekend in CHICAGO with Pammie! My mom just came home right now and gave me some thermal underwear for the trip. X-LARGE MEN’S thermal underwear. For the love of God! She said it was the smallest size they had… and it was on clearance. Ah, who cares. I’ll wear baggy thermal underwear under my clothes as long as I get to do it in CHICAGO!
Best weekend EVER! I had SO much fun in Big Bear with Pammie, Edgar, Gerald, Meehchelle, Vince, Tracee, Julian, Errol, Jay and Brian. We met up at Edgar’s house around three in the morning and got to Big Bear around 6 a.m. I almost threw up from all the curvy roads driving up the mountain (you weren’t kidding, Chel!). I was seriously dry heaving in the Starbucks bathroom. We stopped on the side of the road to take pictures of the beautiful snow and people were injured! LOL LOL LOL. Meehchelle was the first one to slip and fall on her butt… Julian slipped on the ice, scraped his arm, and slid halfway under the van… Pammie was so distracted laughing at Julian that she lost her balance and slipped also. Haha. We were a little early for the slopes so we stopped by our cabin to check it out. “Our Place” was so cute with it’s little bobsled course on the side of it. We went to Bear Mountain afterwards… just up the street from our cabin! It took Pammie and Meehchelle ten years to get their rentals, so Edgar, Jay and I waited for them while the rest of the set hit up the slopes. Errol, Julian, Brian and Vince turned into pro-snowboarders in the hour it took us to get everything settled. WTF? This was my third time snowboarding, and I still sucked hardest core. Meehchelle and I have accepted the fact that we are uncoordinated and anti anything that requires physical skill. Haha. Gerald did his best to instruct us, but I almost took him down the mountain with my ungraceful ass. All the while, Pammie and Tracee and the boys were zooming past us like effin pros! Meehchelle and I are scared of breaking our legs and dying, so I think our fear keeps us from being able to snowboard. That and our lack of balance. We decided that we were over boarding and headed down the slope to chill with Jay (who refused to snowboard because he almost cracked his sternum in half the last time we went!). We ate some $10 Disneyland meals and took some much needed naps in the lodge. Everyone gathered around mid-afternoon to go back to the cabin. It was snowing really hard at this point and the toasty cabin was so comforting. We all took showers (some of ours were ICE COLD…. Thanks, JULIAN!) and chilled for the rest of the night. Jay made us spaghetti and we made s’mores in the fireplace. Pammie bought like ten thousand Hershey bars from the market down the street LOL. It was like we were at home. We rocked the Magic Mic, smoked hookah, played poker and drank. I fell asleep on the couch during Julian’s rendition of some Time Life Soul song and woke up at 11 p.m. thinking that it was four in the morning. We were all so tired from not sleeping the night before and being out in the snow all day. Everyone decided to go to sleep, so Gerald and Ed slept downstairs while the rest of us went upstairs to get ready for bed. I wasn’t sleepy since I had just woken up from my nap, so I went downstairs to make some hot chocolate. Brian, Julian and Errol were in the kitchen wide awake, too. I could hear Pammie, Jay and Meehchelle laughing their asses off upstairs. I guess we weren’t going to sleep after all. I went upstairs and had some hilarious times that will remain unmentioned! Errol and Julian went in our room because we were loud as f*ck. Julian kept saying, “Let’s go sledding!” Crazy ass! It was like 30 degrees out and pitch black. We found a birthday card from 1999 in one of the books in the room and were freaked out. We also saw this blank VHS tape downstairs and were afraid to see what was on it. Pammie, Meehchelle and I were convinced that our cabin was haunted. We tried to go to bed after that, but we heard some scary shit in the walls and I was like, “Meehchelle, is that you?” and she was like, “NO! What the hell was that?” and so we opened the light (LOL Meehchelle) and left it on for the rest of the night. I woke up at six in the mother effin morning to Meehchelle saying, “Mayan, isn’t that your phone?” because the alarm on my cell phone was going off downstairs. Dammit! I couldn’t go back to sleep and my alarm had woken up only Gerald LOL. We made breakfast while everyone slowly started waking up. Julian and Edgar snowboarded off some sweet jumps outside while Meehchelle and Vince built an Asian snowman. The rest of us got our stuff together and cleaned the house. Before we left, we took solo pictures with a big, black cock (literally) and group shots in front of the cabin and with the snowman. I miss that place already! On our way home, we stopped at Ontario Mills for lunch at Market Broiler and some crazy impulse shopping. All together, I think we bought like eight pairs of shoes and some other random shit! Damn, ballers (AKA broke asses after this weekend!). Meehchelle, Pammie and I rode with Gerald on the way home and played my favorite game… Would you rather…? Like… Would you rather be with someone who you’re in love with, but isn’t in love with you or with someone who’s in love with you, but you don’t love? That’s how it started… Then the questions took an unexpected turn into Filthy McNastyville! LOL. I know more about my friends than I ever wanted to after this weekend! Haha. I ♥ my friends to death. Meehchelle said that she’s going to write the Book of Mayan filled with random quotes by me. I admit that I say some pretty stupid things! I can be so dense at times. All my friends have accepted it. I think I’ve been spending too much time with Meehchelle because she was pulling Mayans all weekend! She needs to represent WTF with me and Trace! I’ll post pictures up from this weekend soon, so look out for that big, black cock in photos to come!
I’ve decided to name my new fish “Jelly” because of my obsession with Garden State. I considered naming him “Walter” because he looks like an old man with his crazy underbite, but I think that “Jelly” suits him. I think he’s really warming up to me. When I first got him, he was all hiding in the rocks and wouldn’t eat his Betta Bites until I left the kitchen (where he lives). Now whenever I go near him, he violently shakes his tiny fins until I feed his crazy ass. I guess he’s my fish. My dad’s scared to get attached to him since G-Funk bit the dust out of no where haha. So this weekend I’ll be in Big Bear SNOWBOARDING with the set! FUN TIMES! I can’t wait. Then next weekend I’m flying to CHICAGO to visit Pammie while she’s working there. I am SO scared of flying. I just keep thinking that I’m going to die in a horrible plane crash. That’s all. I don’t know how my sister flies back and forth every weekend. I would die. I’m excited because it might be snowing AND Mr. Kurt Halsey himself just so happens to be having an exhibit at Wag Artworks in Wicker Park in CHICAGO! So I get to see his beautiful paintings in person. I will probably cry from all the beauty. The weekend after that I’m taking a (LONG ASS) road trip to Texas with my girls and Edgar for Roxy’s wedding. The weekend after that I’ll be in Temecula for Roxy’s California reception. The weekend after that is Rhea’s debut that Chelface has been working so hard on. The weekend after that I’ll stop saying “the weekend after that.” Because there’s nothing going on the weekend after that.
Last weekend, I picked Pammie up from the airport and it took us TWO HOURS to get home… from the SAN DIEGO airport (which is like twenty minutes away from my house). It all started when my gas light went on. I drove to the gas station down the street from my house and saw that I had $2 in my pocket. That’s not even enough for ONE gallon of regular unleaded gas in San Diego… My sister offered to fill up my tank with her corporate credit card, so we had to find another gas station since Arco only takes debit cards. I drove down the street to another gas station. There were cars parked next to the pumps, so I assumed that the gas station was open (I mean, what gas station CLOSES?). I took off my gas cap and tried to take the nozzle off the pump holder when I noticed a padlock attached to it. I looked around and noticed that there were cars at the pumps but no one actually pumping gas into them. I asked myself, “Do I need to ask them for a key or something?” Some things sound good in my head and then I say it out loud and they don’t sound so good anymore. I drove off and took the loooong way to Rancho SD to get gas at Mobil. That’s when I noticed that I drove off without putting my gas cap back on at the other gas station. After getting gas, I drove back to the other gas station to see if my gas cap was still there. It wasn’t. I left it on the trunk of my car, so it really could have fallen off anywhere. I kept saying, “I can’t believe I did that!” but really… I could believe it. I’m such a geek. I always do shit like that! So I go back to Mobil because my sister worked there back in the day and said that people always left their gas caps so they always had extra caps at the station. She told me to tell them that I got gas there earlier that day (which I did), and left my gas cap there (which I didn’t) so that they would give me a gas cap. I’m a horrible liar. HORRIBLE. I’m convinced that the gas attendant knew I was lying. He offered me no gas caps. Now I have to BUY a gas cap at Autozone or something. I’m SUCH an idiot.
It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m taking an extended break from cramming for my history midterm. I’ve been drinking hot tea all night trying to stay awake, but I’m convinced that drinking an excessive amount of Coke over the years has made me immune to the stimulating effects of caffeine. My mom drinks coffee at three in the morning and still manages to fall asleep directly afterwards. Maybe it’s hereditary. I feel like I’m getting sick… which is very likely, because I always get sick before I’m about to do something fun. And in the cold. Like go snowboarding with my friends in Big Bear. I keep sneezing and my left eye is all itchy and watery. My dad was sick and my sister was sick and Gerald and Meehchelle are sick. It was bound to happen. I may be immune to stimulants, but I ALWAYS get sick whenever someone within a five-mile radius of me is sick. Plus it’s been raining like crazy in San Diego. The reservoir down the street from my house is overflowing. I remember when it didn’t rain for like a year or two straight and you couldn’t even see the reservoir because it had dried up. I usually ♥ the rain, but this is madness. I drive like 40MPH on the freeway in the rain. People are zooming past me at like 70MPH and I just keep my hands on ten and two and shake my head at their senselessness. After spinning out on the freeway in the pouring rain, I’ve been skerd to drive during even the slightest inclination of dampness. I’m a terrible California driver whose great fear is dying in a horrific car accident. Anyway, I had a bad day today. I think I’m just letting my monetary problems get to me. My second job only gives me part-time shifts on the weekends. My school schedule during the week makes it impossible for my other job to give me enough hours in between my classes. I have three bills a month that are automatically debited from my checking account, so it’s not like I could SKIP a payment, even if I wanted to. My boyfriend doesn’t get enough hours at his job either, so we’re seriously the most poverty-stricken couple EVER. When it’s REALLY bad, we combine our money just so we could take out a twenty at the ATM! Gah. It’s like I’m a struggling artist already. Except I’m not even working as an artist yet. I’m just STRUGGLING. I refuse to ask my parents to help me, because my dad got me out of the hole during the great credit card fiasco of 2000 when I max’d out four credit cards and owed over $2,000. I had just turned eighteen and went a little crazy. I see how happy my parents are about my sister being this über successful auditor travelling around the country, and I would hate to disappoint them again. Pammie knows about my situation and said she would help me out, but I hate borrowing money from her and proving my dad right. There are far less things I hate more than my dad being right about me.
It’s been a while since I last posted. I just haven’t had anything exciting happen these past couple of weeks. This past weekend just flew by. On Friday, I had a SUPER day at work. I picked up my sister from the airport at three in the mother effin morning! Gah. I drove up to the OC with Edgar, Pammie and my mom on Saturday. My sister had some things to pick up at her work and my mom wanted to shop at Southcoast and Edgar wanted to come along for the ride haha. We went bowling with the set that night and everyone was doing hella good except for me with my 70. I’m usually a MACHINE! That’s what Mike Le says anyway. Too bad the usuals couldn’t come (Gerald and Meehchelle are both sick 🙁 Jay and Mike were in Vegas). We just hung out at Errol’s afterwards. On Sunday, Pammie flew back to Chicago, and I had two dinners! One with my family and another with Sheryll and Joey’s families for Sheryll’s birthday. The bill at Emerald was over $400. CHRIST. That’s like My Super Sweet 16 worthy. Speaking of which, those teenagers make me ILL. I get so mad watching that show, but I can’t stop watching it. LOL. It’s an addiction! Like Laguna Beach! I’m so embarassed. Two of the five episodes they’ve aired of My Super Sweet 16 focused on girls from La Jolla, CA. I work in freakin’ La Jolla. I’m just waiting for one of those biatches to walk into my store. I really can’t stand little rich girls like that (and there are SOOOO many in La Jolla). La Jolla in San Diego is equivalent to Beverly Hills in LA. Or Laguna Beach in the OC. That’s why I was surprised when they filmed The Real World, San Diego, in Point freakin’ Loma instead of La Jolla. It smells like fish over there. Awww, speaking of fish… G-Funk died (R.I.P!) so I bought another betta for my dad since he was so upset about it. I spent about fifteen minutes at Petco trying to find the right one. I don’t know what we’re gonna name him. My mom calls him G-Funk #2. Maybe we’ll just call him #2 for short. Or just #. Like Prince.
I want a Kurt Halsey archival giclee for Valentine’s Day. Or for any day actually. President’s Day is also coming up. If you bought me an original painting, I would name my first-born after you. Kurt Halsey is such a beautiful artist. *SIGH* Right now I’m drinking tea that I brewed from my mom’s coffee maker. It kinda tastes like coffee. BLEH. I keep forgetting how bad it tastes and drinking it. I should really stick a post-it note to my monitor so I’ll remember not to drink it. That’s pretty sad, huh? I’ve really got to do some memory exercises or something. I’m that waitress at Denny’s who forgets to bring you the flippin’ ranch dressing you’ve asked me for a billion times. Anyway, I might be taking a class at Mesa College this semester, too. Southwestern, Grossmont AND Mesa? I’m all over this godforsaken city. South, east, north… I should work in the west to balance it all out. I have this design class at Southwestern in the morning that I have to wake up butt-early at 6am for and I’m soooo not a morning person. Skokie asked me what happened to the barista who used to wake up at five in the morning to work at Starbucks. I think I left her ass there when I quit last month (along with my gray hoodie. Drat!). It’ll be much easier to take the night class at Mesa on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Oh well, I have till this Friday to decide since Mesa just started this week and I can still drop that Southwestern course without receiving a W (as if I need another one of those on my transcript the semester before I plan on transferring). I wanted to enroll in Paul Berger’s art history class, but there’s no way I can do that and still have enough availability to get more than eight flippin’ hours a week at work. There was this Hallmark commercial I saw last night that showed this woman walking into this grumpy old man’s office. She’s in her thirties and she says that she used to be a student of his but he doesn’t recognize her. She gives him a Hallmark card that says something along the lines of him planting a seed and not knowing how they turn out and then on the inside it says something like he has planted many seeds and they are all growing even if he doesn’t see them (I know that’s a horrible recap, sorry!). Anyway, he says this phrase and it’s the title of the paper this woman wrote when she was in his class. He remembers her. She turns to leave and he asked her what she’s done with her life… Become a banker..? An internet guru? And she turns around and tells him that she became a TEACHER. Cue the waterworks. Story of my life! I should sue Hallmark for copyright infringement.
Looking for a job is a job in and of itself. This will be my THIRD job in the past six months! Gah. Red Envelope has ruined me. I ♥ my Illuminations girls, but I hate the 30-minute commute back and forth, the traffic, the scarce distribution of hours, and the $87 paycheck I just received for two weeks. I made more than $87 in ONE DAY working at Red Envelope. I want to get a job at the bank, but my crazy school schedule won’t really permit it since most banks aren’t open in the evening or Sundays. Hopefully Meehchelle can hook me up with a teacher’s assistant job at Sylvan in Bonita or La Mesa. Or maybe The Living Room will hire me, since they’re open till two in the morning every day. Errol said he’d visit me in between classes at SDSU if I worked there. Hehe. I’m sure I’d be seeing a lot of Meehchelle, too 😉 Anyway, I hope I get this whole work situation settled within the next month. If you know someplace nearby that’s hiring and you think I wouldn’t mind working there, please give me a call. Hopefully, my cell phone won’t be disconnected by the time you read this.
Spring semester started at Southwestern today. It’s kinda weird to be back there during a regular semester, but I think I’m really going to enjoy it. My classes aren’t too difficult (FUN, even) and my teachers have all been approved at ratemyprofessor.com haha. I’m most excited about taking ceramics with PAUL BERGER 🙂 I had him for design class over the summer last year and I swear he changed my life. He is just this amazing teacher and person, and I left the class feeling INSPIRED. I decided that I might want to get my teaching credentials after my B.A. so that I can teach art. I want to be somebody’s Paul Berger. I want my life to have purpose and I want to inspire others, and I think I’ll be able to do that through art. I don’t even NEED this ceramics class, but I’m attending two three-hour sessions a week because he really is the most amazing teacher I’ve ever had. I hadn’t been back to Southwestern since the summer I took his art class, and I got all nostalgic being in the same classroom today. It smelled the same. One of the projects we did was still tacked to the wall. The same dingy, unclaimed sweater still hung on top of the ceiling beams. It was kind of sad, really. I took that design class with Pammie and Edgar, and I miss going to school with them. I was always really happy in Paul’s class, and I suppose I’m trying to capture the same feeling by taking another one of his classes. It felt really good seeing him today, and I’m very excited about the class, so I guess it’s working. His class is my last one in the afternoon, so I got in my car afterwards and turned on the radio and FRANZ FERDINAND was playing! That was me and Pammie’s theme song that summer. Paul always played 94.9 while we worked, and Pammie and I would get so amp’d when they played Franz’s “Take Me Out!” I think it was a sign 🙂 Anyway, I called Skokie to see if he was at home down the street and wanted some afternoon delight (AKA Yokozuna’s!) and he was at work, so I just went home and ate there. I had a few hours to kill before my night class, so I went to the gym to firm up my wobbly bits. Then I went back to Southwestern for my night class and got out early. I called up Edgar, but he and Jay were going to the gym, so I headed over to Grossmont to refresh Skokie with the Jamba Juice he kept asking me to bring him, and chilled for a bit. We had dinner at BJ’s Brewery (there goes all that cardio I did earlier!) where I was attacked by an avocado appetizer (because I don’t know how to eat without making a mess and using 10,000 napkins). I ordered the french dip (damn, I’m predictable!), but only ate half of it because I really wasn’t hungry. I was there more for the company than the food. I only got three hours of sleep the night before, so Skokie told me I should go home and sleep because I’m still sick and all… but I ended up going to Jay’s to hang out with the boys and give Edgar my leftovers. I went home around one in the morning, but now it’s 4:00 a.m. and I have to take Jay to his doctor’s appointment at 10:30 a.m. for his bum knee. I should probably go to bed now. I’ve really got to get into the habit of having a semi-normal sleeping pattern now that school has started.
So I got into an accident today. My first accident EVER (with another car at least). I’m surprised I didn’t get into one sooner with my horrible driving skills. I was driving around the lot at UTC looking for a parking space. I see this family walk to their car near the top of the aisle, so I post it on the side waiting for them to move out of their parking spot. I pick some lint off my pants, change the song on my ipod, drum my fingers on the steering wheel… all the while thinking WTF is this biatch doing??? I’m gonna be flippin’ late for work! I was sitting there FOREVER. There was this parked van blocking my view of the car I expected to pull out, so I moved up to see if they punk’d me and just went to their car to drop their things off and weren’t really leaving. But sure enough, as soon as I move forward and throw up my arms to give them the universal sign for “what the f*ck?” I see their reverse lights go on. So I back up no more than one foot and then BAM. I hit a Mercedes F*CKING Benz! I was off to the side of the aisle so that cars could still pass through the aisle while I waited an eternity for the parked car to pull out, so I scuffed the front right corner of the Mercedes with the back left corner of my car. I got out of the car thinking UNF*CKINGBELIEVABLE and I see my white paint on her car, but no dents… There was this huge black scratch on it and when she saw the look on my face she said that the scratch was already there. I started touching the paint scuffs with my fingers and the paint started rubbing off. She said “I could probably get it buffed out” but who knows what she’s gonna do. She drives a freakin Mercedes and wrote my insurance information down on a Pottery Barn card. Why couldn’t I have hit some janky ass car whose driver had no license and insurance? Haha. Damn you, UTC! *shakes fist* To make me even more upset, the lady who took a jillion years to back out her car so I could take her spot had the audacity to get out of her car and rudely tell me to MOVE MY CAR so she could get her car out. UGH! I was so frustrated, so the tears started flowing when I finally parked my car. I walked to my store crying on the phone to Edgar when I passed my boss. She stopped to make sure I was okay to work. She probably thought someone died or something LOL. Who the hell gets worked up over a freakin fender bender? Mayan does! My deductible is $500 dude. I have enough money problems as is. Of course my WONDERFUL weekend would be offset by this. Oh, well. It could’ve been worse, right? I seem to be saying that a lot lately.
I’m sick =( Please kill me. I’m drinking massive amounts of hot tea in hopes that my voice will come back and my nose will stop running and my head will stop throbbing. Maybe if I just imagine I’m weightless in the middle of the ocean surrounded by tiny little seahorses I’ll feel better. I always get sick right before I’m about to do something FUN… Of course I got sick just days before my BIRTHDAY PARTY! Gah. It didn’t stop me from having an effin good time, though! I had the BEST time. Everyone that I wanted to be there actually came and celebrated with me and Meehchelle. I didn’t think we had enough food, but there was like TEN TIMES more alcohol! The boys brought the poker table, hookah and PARTY BUDDY (some strange contraption that holds bottles of alcohol upside down and dispenses shots with a twist of the twisty handle), we had THREE bottles of Chambord (my favorite!), beer, and a BUTTLOAD of hard liquor. My friends are pretty hardcore when it comes to drinking. I had the worst headache, though. Evidently, you shouldn’t mix alcohol with cold medicine and you should never drink alcoholic beverages mixed by ROSSANNE. Haha. Everyone left around five in the morning when Meehchelle put an end to Edgar’s drunken madness on the turntables LOL. Thankfully, Edgar spared us our vision this time and didn’t end up streaking, but he was PISS DRUNK! His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was lobster red. You know he’s drunk when he starts talking nonstop about back in the day this and that… Jose was like, “He’s gonna start crying soon!” He passed out after everyone left, but I stayed up till 8:30 in the morning because I was so wired. Pammie bought me a polaroid camera and tons of film for my birthday (thanks, SEESTER!), so I have a million instant photos from our party. My friends sharpied quotes on them, so they’re extra special. I’ll post them on here when I get the chance, but I might leave out a couple INDECENT shots (SHEEN!). Today, we all had lunch at Bronx Pizza in Hillcrest and checked out the little shops before heading back to Meehchelle’s and watching Napoleon Dynamite for the millionth time haha. I’m kinda hungry, so I’m gonna make myself a dang quesa-dilluh! GOSH!
Meehchelle and I are throwing ourselves a birthday extravaganza! She’s turning 25 and I’m turning 23. Come celebrate our oldness! It’s gonna be at Meehchelle’s house on Saturday, January 15, around 6:30 p.m. If you would like to help us out by bringing something (i.e. food, alcohol, a stripper named Shawn in a fire fighter costume) then please let us know. It would be GREATLY appreciated! Meehchelle sent an evite out, but we don’t know everyone’s e-mail address, so if you didn’t get an evite than give us a call and we’ll give you more details.
Happy new year! Last weekend was pretty nice. I welcomed the new year with the boys and bonded with one of their girlfriends. It’s really great when someone just GETS YOU because she’s going through the same shit (thanks for the talk, Tiffany!). Roxy and Chel came over on Sunday to make wedding favors for Roxy’s big day. I’m so happy for her. She’s just GLOWING. Chel’s getting married next year… What’s this? What’s happening? What’s going on here? Everyone I know is either getting married or reproducing. I guess I’m just in that “always a bridesmaid, never a bride” funk… even though I’ve never been a bridesmaid. Well, I’m supposed to be one of Roxy’s bridesmaids, but her wedding is in her fiancé’s hometown of Podunk, Texas and a roundtrip plane ticket for the weekend is definitely out of this poor college student’s budget. Even attempting to SAVE money from my mediocre Illuminations paychecks would be difficult. Roxy is one of my BEST girls. She’s family. That would really suck if I couldn’t be a part of her wedding. Sadness. OMG today I went to the post office and the postal clerk told me I was “so pretty” (and it wasn’t some creepy old man, it was this sweet, middle-aged lady). She said it like four times during our transaction. Nobody ever calls me pretty! LOL. I couldn’t stop smiling in the car. Anyway, BEDHEAD ED comes home from P.I. tomorrow! Yaye! I can’t believe he was gone for an entire month. I’m so happy right now. I’m thinking of buying my dad a betta because he got really attached to G Funk (Edgar’s fish – who used to be Gerald’s fish… who used to be named Geraldine because we thought he was a she – who I took care of while Edgar was gone and need to eventually return). My dad talks to that fish. It’s weird to hear the word “G Funk” come out of my dad’s mouth. He’s been nice to me this year. This love/hate relationship with my dad is all very confusing. As for G Funk, I stopped liking him weeks ago. He tried to bite me. So I stopped feeding the bastard. My dad feeds him though. He says that he feeds G Funk when he looks hungry. My mom thought he was dead the other day, but he was sleeping. She was banging her palm on the glass seeing if he’d move. She wasn’t aware that fish sleep. Oh well, I wasn’t aware that fish had facial expressions. We are two peas in a pod. Except when it comes to cleaning. She LIVES to clean. Today, she took out the Swiffer Jet and said, “This is my new best friend!” My room is never tidy… and if it is, then it just LOOKS tidy. Cleaning my room to me is just stuffing my crap in my closet. That’s all I’m really going for. A facade of cleanliness.
Today I went up to Snow Valley to go snowboarding with Sheenie, Chris, Arlene and Gerald for Arlene’s birthday. It’s been pouring these past few days, so we expected a lot of fresh powder. I was excited because it was nothing but manmade snow when I went boarding last year. Sheenie drove me to her house in Moreno Valley in the pouring rain at 90 mph (Safety? What’s that all about?). She is one crazy biatch! Chris, Arlene and G met us at Sheenie’s and we all rode together from there. Five gas stations, Starbucks, WalMart and two attempts at attaching chains to our tires later, we arrived at Snow Valley. There was snow EVERYWHERE and I felt like I was in a snow globe. It was so beautiful. I wish Edgar was there to see it. It started raining… Then it started snowing… Then it started HAILING mini ice balls of death! Those b*tches hurt! It didn’t stop hailing the entire time we were up there. We got there close to one in the afternoon and the resort closed at four. We only had a couple hours to snowboard and we found out that they closed everything but the bunny lifts because of the strong winds and hail. We didn’t think it was worth paying $50 to ride the bunny lifts for a couple hours. Plus I still had to rent boots and a board since Edgar’s boots were too big for me, but just small enough for Sheenie’s sasquatch ass. LOL. My feet were soaked through because I was wearing my slip on vans while everyone else had boots on. We had a snowball fight instead. Afterwards, we stopped in Moreno Valley to eat at Olive Garden and go to Sheenie’s before heading home around five in the afternoon. Chris, Arlene and G went home soon after we got to Sheenie’s house, but I fell asleep on her couch and Sheenie fell asleep in her room. We left around nine o’clock and stopped at JT’s bar in San Diego to see Brad before going home. Even though nothing went as planned today and we weren’t able to go snowboarding, we all had SO much fun. I can’t wait till Edgar comes home (one more week!) so we can attempt to go snowboarding again.
I’m convinced my father spends hours on end thinking of different reasons to yell at me. If it’s not one thing, it’s another… It’s like he’s looking for ways to bring me down. The day that I no longer live under the same roof as him should be a national fucking holiday. I know this is the billionth time I’m venting about my dad on this thing. I should probably take the $9 a month I pay for my website to be hosted and put that towards seeing a therapist to reverse the years of damage my dad has surely caused in my life… I don’t really know anyone who has an ideal relationship with their father. Why should I be any different?
Anyway, I went upstairs to change into my pajamas and saw a package on my bed. I didn’t recognize the return address, but decided to risk anthrax poisoning and homemade mail bombs (could this day really get any worse?) and open it. It was a purple iPod skin! I checked the invoice and saw that Edgar ordered it online and had it delivered to my house. Awwww. Even from 7,000 miles away he can make me smile…
I haven’t blogged in a while, but not much has changed since my last post. I’ve been working like crazy trying to keep busy while I have no class and no Edgar. Christmas is finally over, and I had a pretty good time with my family this year. All of my crazy ass relatives and Chipset came over on Christmas. The boys got ROLLED by my cousin, Randy! Sorry, he’s a poolhall junkie AND a poker hustler =/ $230 is a shitload to win at a HOME game, boys… Good thing I didn’t try to get in on that. I’m dead money! Anyway, I got some damn good gifts! Jed gave me a $50 gift card that I can use to buy the Gilmore Girls Complete Season Two DVD (yeah, baby!). Jay gave me the Rooney DVD and an FM transmitter for the iPod my sister gave me. The other gifts were mostly monetary with the occasional Victoria’s Secret or Bath & Body Works gift set here and there (I ♥ girly stuff like that)… but the BEST gift was Chel’s lacquered mosaic tile creation of our original watermelon pose (complete with her sweatband and my fiesta print shirt with matching shorts). I ♥ handmade gifts! I ♥ store bought gifts, too, so keep that in mind when my birthday comes along in a couple weeks 😉 I’m pretty sure that Meehchelle and I are gonna have a joint birthday extravaganza. It isn’t set in stone or anything, but when was the last time we had a PARTY for our birthdays? We didn’t even go to Vegas or anything this year (okay, Meehchelle is going to Vegas for New Year’s, but I’m not!). We can probably have a little something at her house, since she has her own place and her neighbors aren’t nazis and her street isn’t redzoned (damn my neighborhood!). Just leave the night of the 15th open in case this extravanganza happens. If not, we can at least go to DINNER or something to celebrate our oldness. Haha… so Edgar comes home in ten days (segue isn’t really my thing). He called me on Christmas, and I hadn’t talked to him since he left a few weeks ago and I wasn’t expecting him to call me at all while he was away, so I was pretty shocked to hear his voice on the phone. I even cried. I was just really happy to hear from him. We talked about how I saw him in the audience on MTB on TFC (I’ve got it on tape for anyone who wants a peep at his fobulousness!) and how all my relatives kept asking me why he wasn’t at my house and then after a couple minutes, he got cut off because his prepaid card ran out. I talk to him online when he’s in Manila and he texts me every day otherwise, so it’s not like the other times where he would be gone for a month and I wouldn’t get a phone call or a smoke signal or even a fruit basket. He said he sent me a postcard, but it’ll probably get here after he comes home from the Philippines haha. Ahh, I miss that buttface.
I actually got to SLEEP IN today 🙂 No waking up butt-early at five in the morning to make caramel macchiatos or to sit in traffic for an hour on the 805 on my way to slang candles in La Jolla. I actually WAKE UP at five in the morning for work sometimes. Skokie was like, “This is the NEW Marion!” Haha. Because you know I normally have trouble waking up before NOON. I have to set three alarms to get up, but still. Five in the morning… I mean, REALLY. Who is UP at that ungodly hour? I still fall asleep in the AM hours when I have work at six in the morning, though. I just need a couple doppio espressos to get me through my shift… Anyway, Edgar’s in the Philippines now, and I haven’t really felt it yet. This is the third time he has gone to P.I. since I’ve been with him, so I guess I’m used to it now. We’re nearing six years, so it’s not like we’re in that puppy stage where I’ll cry if I’m away from him for more than two seconds. I just find myself saying, “Oh, Edgar would have liked (insert random item here),” but I always say stuff like that when I’m not with him. Yesterday, I hung out with Jay and ate and went shopping. He bought Z-Trip’s live album (Jay, Edgar and I watched him at the Scratch Tour earlier this year) and we were listening to it in the car. It reminded me of Edgar. He loves hip hop music (the REAL kind). I’m more of an acoustic, rock, alternative girl myself, but am open to some good hip hop to get my booty shakin. A few days ago, Edgar, Pammie, Jay, and I went to Hollywood to see an acoustic benefit show at The Roxy… what an awesome, intimate venue. Rooney unexpectedly didn’t perform (boo!), and Jason Mraz wasn’t on till the end of the show, so we just walked around Sunset Boulevard. We mocked toys at Hustler and ate at the infamous Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles (who knew chicken and waffles would be such a yummy combo?). I fell in love with two new bands, The Like (an all-female, darker version of The Cardigans) and The Speechwriters (two Jason Mraz’s for the price of one band). Thanks for letting us crash at your pizzad fo shizzad, Pammie! Tonight, I’m going to Jay’s house for his annual my-parents-went-to-a-college-reunion-out-of-town-so-i’m throwing-a-party party. I baked some yummy brownies. They’re probably gonna play poker, but the last time I played, I lost all of Edgar’s money to LYNEEZY, so I think I’ll just stuff my face with Jerome’s ribs and Jay’s pork chops and chill instead. If you don’t have any plans tonight, you should come and eat and get your ass rolled 😉
OMG today I went to Sycuan BY MYSELF and lost $80 playing The Price Is Right. WTF? I’m effin crazy. First I lost $40 so I put in another $20 and won $150… Then I kept playing because money makes you greedy and lost it ALL… so I put in another $20 to try and win it back LOL. WTF was I thinking? I’m never going to the casino by myself again. Damn you, Bob Barker! *shakes fist* Friday morning, I’m going to the poker tournament there with all of Chipset (sans Pammie), but Edgar’s gonna hold my ATM card so I don’t lose my paycheck. I didn’t make all those mocha lattes for nothing! Shooot.