Victim of Teenage Romanticide at Twenty-Three.

First, I'm not really a victim. I just like the song and the word "romanticide." It's a song called "Teenage Romaniticide" by Dance Yourself to Death. Good songs. A bit teenage angst/emo, but it really captures the essence of the teenager "in love." Check them out at MySpace and iTunes! They're an alternative band.

This "midsummer break" I have is going to kill me. Bear Club and The History Boys came in the mail. I watched The History Boys Saturday and then Bear Club on Sunday. I forgot to get them in the mail today cause I was taking a zombie nap. Bah! Oh well. The History Boys was good. I liked the plot, but I wish the characters were explored a bit more. You really never knew anything else about Scripps other than that he's a devout Christian. And even the others too! In any case, it made for a compelling story. Bear Club was not what I expected. I thought I was in for a comedy in English, but what I got was a drama in Spanish! I didn't mind at all! I loved that it was in Spanish, albeit it was a bit hard to read all the English as fast as they were speaking. This movie was interesting. I wanted to cry at some parts. The grandmother made me angry, that is all. I might have a secret love of bears!

Back to this "break." I see no necessity in it. I'm just going to be a lazy ass is all. Don't need it. Couldn't care less or more for it. Oh and thinking community college is stupid is just fucking elitist. Give up on your "better than you" attitude about community college. If I could go back in time, I would go to John Tyler before trying for VA Tech! Bah, we're all stubborn in our own way so I don't think it matters what I say.

While I'm fired up, I'm going to clarify my hatred for homosexuals cause I wasn't very clear in that last post. The reason I harbor a hatred for homos is because I've been messed with by my friends who are mostly gay. "I don't date friends," then I find out you dated friend A in secrecy and then you dated friend B (all are gay BTW). You could've been honest and said, "You're not my type," or "I don't want to date you." Then friend A and B date and have this amazing relationship and then it goes BOOM because of... something I'm not sure of. Then friend B dates with the friend who doesn't date friends. Yea that's fucking bullshit. You become friends before you want to date someone. You don't just jump into it like a blind date! And even then, you're not doing boyfriend things on that first date, unless you're a whore. I'm sure none of this ever makes sense and really none of it ever involved me. It wasn't even me who brought up the idea of me dating the friend who doesn't date friends. Some loud mouth, "I don't give a shit" girl did. I think I still don't like her. Eh, I'm very positive she's moved on.

My first boyfriend, who lived in Roanoke, wanted to hook up with friend B after friending/dating me. We had an open relationship. Never do that with a whore. Also, tell him to get a car that's reliable so YOU don't have to drive his whore ass every fucking place. I'm getting more bitter as I think about this so onto something else more enlightening.

I was browsing my blogroll of news about gays et alia. Let me preface by saying that I'm not a fan of Pete Wentz. I'm not a fan because my music-obsessed friend hates him and she just rants about how much she hates him so I guess I hate him in association. But after this, I can't hate him. In the August cover story of Out magazine is Pete Wentz. I respect Out magazine. At first I saw it and said, "Ew I'm not going to buy it," but after reading why Wentz got on the cover of Out magazine changed my mind of the not so attractive, why-did-he-marry-that-simpson-girl Wentz. Ashlee, by the way, is not a favorite of mine either. Kudos to both for finding love in each other though. I think they make a perfect couple. Now, I respect him for his view on sexuality. Saying that he's gay even if he's straight. That's brave. Let's not forget that his willy ended up on the internets! Scandalous! I'm not a size queen, but ew!

Blocked.

Trying to find some creative thing to do with all my gay magazines is troublesome. And inefficient. I'm only going to be collecting more and more. No, I don't want to make a purse. It'll fall apart. It's hard to find a way to take the pages out of the magazine without ruining the pages. I could take them to Staples or Office Depot and have them cut the spines off? Hell no I'm not paying $0.75 per 50 pages AND I'm not going to Office Depot ever again. I can't even look at office supplies without grimacing!

Missed the Moon & Stars.

I remember what I wanted to talk about in my last post, but it was just too happy, I didn't want to bring up such a curt, but not so brief subject. To be candid, there are times when I hate homosexuals. I guess- I don't know. I don't know I don't know. Everything about it. Or some of it. I think the people that hurt me the most are gay.

I know I've been a shitty friend. I'm not blind, yet. I'm just on this long ass emotional roller coaster. I thought the line was long, but the damn ride is fucking ridiculous. I hurt at the top of the hills and I hurt at the bottom of the drops. The harness won't come off. Wouldn't it be nice for the safety mechanism to malfunction just once and free fall and not worry about a fucking thing?

I've been concentrating so much on trying to get my priorities in order and manage to not get myself in jail, I've neglected those closest to me. It's hard to think that maybe once it would be nice to have someone give me twenty-one birthday cards or even just a card from someone I just met. Or be invited to something, anything. For that reason, I hate Facebook. Sure I have "friends," but how many can I truly count as real friends. Geez the one person that's really my friend forgot her password so she doesn't get on Facebook any longer. I've sent messages to some people only to have no response or just a trite conversation of one or three lines. Occassionally I'll talk on AIM, but it's not much. It's the same damn conversation over and over again.

Everyone's moved on. I'm still right where I am. I've only gotten to get out of the house because my sister invites me to some of her excursions to Banditos or happy hour, and I accept because I can just crash at her place. I'm a burden to everyone. I invite people to come out for my birthday cause let's face it, when I turned twenty-one, I went in to work at Toys R Us. I didn't go out. It was a Tuesday that year. I didn't do anything that weekend. Twenty-two? Nothing. I probably played Warcraft to pretend I didn't have a birthday that people forgot or worse, didn't care for. Twenty-three? That was a debacle. The only people who wanted to go to the bars were under twenty-one. It's not their fault. Blame their parents, but I felt bad. I felt bad they couldn't have a good time ON MY BIRTHDAY. Everyone went out of town too! I'm sorry for being born in the middle of June when every-fucking-thing happens: marriage, beach, gay pride, new jobs, washing your hair and the plants. If I could, I'd have no birthday at all. I don't care how old I am anyway. Celebrations are overrated. Stimulation of the economy is all holidays are good for. Fuck Christmas.

I know this sounds selfish, but once, just fucking once, I want to enjoy the company of my old high school friends and any friends now without there being fucking drama. The reason I hated LiveJournal so much was the incessant whining of "no one ever comments" and then there's that "read my LJ and then comment." You mean to tell me that your life is so much more important to me that you need evidence that I read your fucking piece of drama shit? Hell, where the fuck were comments for me?!? When you get comments, you're happy! You don't care when I actually comment and then you bitch that you're not loved. Attention-fucking-whores. Once I checked my LJ account and it showed that gave TWICE as many comments than I recieved. God, who needs comments now?! Same with fucking deviantART. I love the idea, but when people just want attention and say "Leave a comment BEFORE you fave. Thank you!" All they want is just for someone to like their art. I guess I'm bitter, angry, spewing horse shit cause I never got any attention and yet I had to pay attention to everyone else. Now that I think about it, I'm only shy and quiet cause I'm afraid I'm going to be used.

I feel like I've been used my entire life. Come over and just watch my TV and eat my food. Drive all of us to this place and that place. Drive me here and there. Fine, I'll tell the Asian guy that we need a table for four because I'm Asian so therefore I should be able to understand him. We have to do this. We have to do that. I guess it's my fault for not saying, "No," and just holding any regret I have inside. If I'm ever asked if I have regretted anything my life, I know my answer. "Everything." I feel like it's all been a waste of time. I've wasted time.  

I don't know why I want to stay in Richmond or even own a computer. So much shit has happened with both.

Ugh, I guess I'm just broken.

Let Me Think About It.

Oh man, it's been forever. Haha! I'm still groggy from a nap, so I hope I'm coherent.

My summer class has me writing a lot so I've been a bit busy. It's a fun class. I live the random writing exercises thing. This week we had to write about a dream and the imagery of it all and then we had to flesh out a story in 500 - 700 words. I wrote about a zombie, who's gay. There's a cult following for gay zombies I think. There are some people I can't stand in that class. Yea... No one cute/attractive to note. I'm not there to hook up! Or am I? IDK.

A cou- actually just last week family went camping! It was fun! We talked about playing beer pong, but with water because alcoholic beverages are not allowed in recreational parks. Unfortunately, it was too dark and there wasn't a steady table. I still had fun. First day was relaxing. Second day, many more people came and it got a bit hectic. The weather was alright. It wasn't hot. It was warm and cloudy, so the sun wasn't out at times. One time, I put on skin cancer preventative lotion and got in the water and the clouds decided to be the skin cancer preventative instead. As soon as we got out, the sun came out. Weather is a bitch, huh? At night, it was cold! It was too cold! Weather really is a bitch! Needless to say, I had fun! Saturday night, we played the card game, Capitolism or Asshole. We had beer, shh! I got tipsy, shh. I slept like a rock, alright! I got an awesome tan. I'm not too dark, but I definitely have some color. No abnormal moles either so I'm good in the skin cancer department. I don't think anyone wanted to come back home, sister and dad included. Going back to class was like, "Uhhhhhhhh..." Oh man, we ate such greasy food! Not a single vegetable and I claim I'm on a diet. We know better for next time, just you wait!

Oh get this! I find out that I have no classes for a whole week because it's a "midsummer break" at John Tyler Community College. What? Can't we just end a week earlier? I don't need a break. I'm just going to vegetate! Shit, I slept from 2.30 to 5 PM today and only woke up at 9 AM!

Oh I got to watch P.S. I Love You. I really liked it. It was such a sad movie, but I liked it! I couldn't cry because of the Prozac, but I know for sure I would've had I no anti-depressant. The movie was funny and sad and just well done. I think I have a newfound love of Irish men! The accent is just so sexy and their body types are normal.

I can't find the remote and Kathy Griffin's My Life on the D-List is playing tonight!

Ugh, I'm done.

Dialogue Exercise.

Inspired by Ernest Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants," create a dialogue between two people, but don't say what the problem is.

(An elipsis indicates that the person is still talking. Think of the elipsis as a pause in one's thoughts.)

What do you think would happen?
I need more wine.
Stop.
I do need more wine. This glass is empty!
Will you concentrate for just a few minutes?
…I know this is difficult-
More wine please!
Don’t interrupt me! I could be doing something else!
Sorry.
…I – I just feel like – Ugh!
Take your time.
I feel I should do this, but everyone else tells me to do that.
…I want to do this. I know I do, but I want what’s best for everyone.
What did he say when he found out?
…It wasn’t good, was it?
No.
Do you need more wine?
Yes, it’ll help me think.
Whatever works for you.
I don’t see it as such a big deal that everyone says it is!
…It’s not my fault I feel this way! I have needs and those needs aren’t met with them!
I think you’ve had enough wine.
…What do you see in ten years?
I don’t see that far! I can only think of yesterday the day before, the day before that.
…Nothing good is going to come out of anything.
You worry too much. You put too much on your plate.
My plate is just fine. I just have to clean it up a little bit
…The broccoli can’t touch the mash potatoes! The gravy is just going everywhere so I really can’t just put anything else there.
You’re not making any sense.
I make sense to me.
I think you’ve had too much wine. Let’s go for a walk.
It’s nice outside. I love the way the air flows through my hair.
You like it, huh?
Yeah.
Do you want to feel like this from now on?
Who doesn’t? Heh, those kids are kicking a ball!
…Don’t you wish times were simpler? Like when you were young. Things were just so carefree and just free.
…Growing up sucks.
No it doesn’t. You have to take responsibility when you grow up and fend for yourself.
…The joy of being an adult is that you have a set schedule that you can follow.
I didn’t schedule this. I didn’t even make an appointment.
However, with being an adult comes responsibility. You have to be man enough and mature enough to deal with any situation.
Do you think I’m mature?
No.
Thanks.
Do you see what I’m talking about? When you’re a kid, you can play with little kid things. When you’re an adult, you can play with adult things.
Like thongs.
You know what I mean!
Haha! You’re blushing!
You’re one to talk. You’re blushing away from this problem. Eventually that flushed feeling will go away. What will you do then?
I’ll just run away.
I won’t let you run away. You know I’m here for you.
I know.
…Can you promise me something?
Anything.
No matter what happens, can I stay at your place? I-I really don’t know what’s going to happen.
You’re going to go through with it?
I don’t want to. Either way, I feel like I’m ripping my heart out.
You’re too dramatic. What’s with this “ripped heart” thing?
My feelings. Whatever.
…You’re too nice to me.
You know I hate to repeat myself. I’m here for you, no matter what!
I know.
…What do you think he’ll do?
You asking me? Sheesh, hell I don’t know! Run away?
Hahahaha!
…Running runs in the family, it seems.
…I’ve been thinking.
What?
Maybe it’s not as bad as I’m thinking.
Hello? Is anyone home? You’re so dramatic about everything.
Maybe it’s not so bad.
Aha! You’re thinking positive now.
Maybe he won’t even care. Maybe he’ll just kick me out. I’ve got my best friend here to help me.
I’m not going to completely support you! You have to start doing things on your own. Grab life by the horns and wrangle it down.
What?
You know what I mean.
No, I don’t. Horns?
Never mind. You’re drunk.
I’m not drunk!
Careful! I’d be surprised if you made it back to your house.
I want to go home.
What?
I’ll go through with it.
What? Really?
…Are you feeling confident?
Nope.
We’ll get ya some wine beforehand, huh?
No no. No wine. I’ve made up my mind.
…I’m going to do it.

Four Things About One Thing.

It's been awhile since I last wrote, but I've been busy. Also to be honest, I'm still adapting to blogger's ways. I'm so use to LiveJournal's easy posting. Eh. I know I said I'd put up a review of Shelter, but I haven't the motivation to write about it though. I'll just say that it's a great movie. No! It's an awesome movie! I'm going to be buying it on Amazon.com cause Best Buy's stupid ass didn't have it. Surprise surprise. And I love me the Amazons! I think I have the UK version of Miss Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine," which has more tracks, waiting in a shopping cart there.

Oh speaking of music, Madonna's "Hard Candy" is awesome hard! See how I tried to make a pun there but ultimately failed? I'm good like that. Love it love it love it! And I'm not saying that because I'm gay, oh no! I love it! It's her hiphop album since it's produced by Timbaland and Justin "fucking hot" Timberlake. Side note: I absolutely need a shirt like those "I heart NY" ones, but it says, "I heart JT." Gotta find it. Anyway, "Hard Candy" went beyond my expectations. I could do without the two remixes of "4 Minutes," which by the way is four minutes and four seconds long. The first song, "Candy Shop" reminds me of 50 Cent's song. It sets the mood, I like it for that reason. My absolutely favorite song is "Heartbeat." It's about dancing. Enough said. Another favorite is "Miles Away" and "Devil Wouldn't Recognize You." Beautiful music and lyrics. Go buy it!

I had more I wanted to say, but I got caught up in talking about Madonna. So sue me!

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Write about one thing four times (~150 words each). I've included how many words each part was.

Tomb One. (156 words)
Tears streak down the woman’s face and sobs of sadness, disrupting the silence, escape her mouth. The man attempts to console her, but cannot hold back grief. All in black, the figures keep their eyes downcast. The tombstone will soon cast its gaze upon disturbed dirt. The refined inscription sits deep in the stone. Four uniformed men lower the casket into the rectangular ditch. A slimy earthworm creates a thud as it lands on the surface of the black box. The casket makes its final descent and settles on the moist, clumpy dirt. Once again, the moans and cries of the grievers cut through the silence only louder. The woman, now soaked in tears, begins to rant, but her speech is unintelligible. The four uniformed men grab shovels and begin to cover the casket. The earthworm manages to escape into the wall of the rectangular ditch. It now has a new friend among the other neighbors.

Tomb Two. (151 words)
My favorite words used to be visible on this one particular tombstone. Requiescat In Pace. That’s all it said. I think the family couldn’t afford to have anything else put on it. The inscription stood out and made the tomb unique from other plain tombs. The lettering was cursive, yet legible to anyone. The capital letters, once towering now resemble the size of the other letters. I couldn’t make out the other letters. It wasn’t enough that the rain and wind battered this poor tombstone, but now I had to use an acid to clean away the dirt and mold. I hated spraying that cleaning liquid on the tomb, but I was careful, spraying where I only needed to spray and using gentle scrubbing. I didn’t want it to deteriorate anymore. My brother never realized that I cared for him the way he was treated, but I did with his tomb.

The Third Tomb. (150 words)
The man in the black suit adjusted his tie and nametage as he moved onto the next available plot. “This one here is between two distinguished men who have contributed a lot to their community.” The couple leaned into one another and whispered. The salesman fidgeted and said, “We do have a nice secluded plot. It has this gorgeous willow near it and will provide shade!” He ushered the couple toward the back of the cemetary. The weeping willow stood by itself. The border of the cemetary was marked by the beginning of the forest. “You don’t see many willows around here. And if you’re wondering about the fall leaves, we have a cleaning crew.” The coupled whispered longer this time.
They looked at the plot, marked by a white chalk line. “Mother, she loved willows,” the woman said with a smile. The saleswoman smiled and wrote on her clipboard.

The Fourth Tomb. (156 words)
The weatherman lied. It’s raining. I hate it, but my best friend didn’t want to come out to the cemetary alone. Every time she goes, she cries and can’t drive. Actually, the last time she drove, we almost died. So I’m holding a spare umbrella and she’s got a bouquet of flowers. I think I can hear her moaning as we make our way, but I look over and she’s fine. It must be the rain. We arrive at her parents’ tomb for the fourth time since they died. She bows her head and says a prayer. I’m trying not to get wet. She places the flowers on the grass and turns to leave without crying. Awestruck, I run to catch up and I think I saw something sticking out of one of the other graves. I think it might’ve been a hand. It must have been the rain, but it looked similar to a hand.

Rekindling.

I just want to say that I think I've found a reason to teach again.

Sunny Monday.

I had such a crazy Monday weekend. I don't know why I typed Monday haha! The weekend mostly consisted of attending a cousin's graduation party up in Pennsylvania.

It took a total of about 4 hours to get there, but we stopped at this asian-town place called Eden in Washington D.C. We ate lunch there and it was so good I didn't have to put on chapstick for my lips! You know food is greasy good when you're done and your lips feel like you just put on grease to stay away from being chapped and well let's face it, you did put grease on your lips.

We got to our destination and it was hot! I hate the hot. I like the cold much better. Not too much really happened. I just saw how muh of a dick my uncle can be. He's family, but gah he's a dick! He just wants to cause trouble! Somehow he remembered, bless his alcohlism for letting him think, that I wanted to be a teacher. He says that he doesn't like teachers and that soldiers are better and goes on about being a young boy and falling in love with the way a soldier looked and what they wore and shit. If that's not gay, I don't know what the hell is!! Anyway, I stayed away from him the rest of the weekend so I didn't have the urge to yell at him, "I don't care if it's a 'man's job' to do this shit and that shit! I'm fucking gay! How's them apples?!" Didn't damper my time though. We shared pictures, some movies and helped cook the food for the graduation party the next day.

The day of the party was hot. I reiterate: I don't like hot; I like cold. I stayed inside most of the time and tried to help, but everyone else got there before I could! Meanies who like to help others! Save some for the lazy asses (like myself)! A lot of younger cousins were there. A lot. Should I be surprised? Nope, but somehow I was. We all just played some games like Taboo and Apples to Apples. After some time, some cousins got restless and wanted to play ultimate frisbee! Gah, it's been like EONS since I've ran! I told myself that I was just going to stand there and not care like gym class, but I started to get competitive. That's just how I am. Oh well, I had fun! The day slowly winded down and I slept like a baby on this gigantic air mattress! It was HUGE!

We left on Sunday and stopped by that Eden place again to get some snacks on the way home. I slept most of the way with the iPod plugged into my ears. We got home in no time! Wow!

Now that I think about, you have to have been there to truely experiene the weekend I had. Haha! Oh well. I came home and found a Netflix postal mail! Shelter had come! Yay! I'll have a review for that in another post. I don't want this bad boy post to be like uber long. Ciao!

Remodeling.

I thought I would get away from my favorite color scheme of red, white, and black and go for something more pink. I used this really nifty website I found on color combinations for the web [link]. It helped me decide on what complementary colors I should use and yadda yadda yadda. It's very handy for all you web designers out there. I think, however, I just used Bloggers choice of colors and what looked nice. I've got a monochromatic color scheme going on with a bit of a tangent.

In other news! I thought that I might enlighten some people with a picture of Jason Mraz (YES) shirtless, wearing a black speedo, and holding a big fucking knife.

Hunk of the Day for June 4, 2008
Yup, that's hot. He's not like ripped, but damn I just love this guy. Thanks to Hunk du Jour for such a wonderful find!
I'm just waiting for my night class to roll around. Yes, I am a little bored.

Monday Monday.

Nothing extremely exciting happened today.

I did get a hair cut. I didn't go to my usual Asian salon because well the stylist had an attitude about me going to another place and getting a trim. She was like, "Why didn't you come here?" and I told her that I was too busy with school and work to drive thirty minutes to get my hair cut! Anyway, my sister suggested I go to Salon del Sol, which is an expensive place, but the lady she recommended to me was good. I drove twenty-five (!) minutes to this specific location. The overall process took about an hour as opposed to the twenty to thirty minutes at my usual place. The stylist at Salon del Sol took her time and even engaged me in conversation, which was good because I tend to fall asleep. She washed my hair before and after the whole cutting and styling. That was fun! I never had my head messaged before. I really like my hair. It's a bit too short, but it'll grow back. I will say that $25 might be a bit steep, but totally worth the happiness. :P That was basically my day.

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I chose number 2.

Writing prompt: Choose one of the following and take about 10 minutes to write down what comes to mind.

1. talk about a time you stole something

2. write about a time you felt elated, but don't use the word "happy"

3. write about a time you felt miserable, but don't use the words "tears" or "sad"

4. write about a time you felt pissed off, but don't use the word "angry"

5. write about a time you felt at peace, but don't use the word "content"

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As I waited in line, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered more. The knowledge of the hour wait was devastasting. I couldn't help but keep shifting my weight from either foot or just finding something to catch my eye, like a cute guy. The line moves. The butterflies flap their wings faster. This isn't the first time I've felt this way. Job interviews, going to a new place without directions, and calling someone gives me a case of "the butterflies."

The line moves again. This time it's time to split into smaller lines that determine seating position. Time seems to slow down every second. The car pulls around and it's finally my turn! The funky dressed people make sure my safety mechanism is safe. After what seems forever, the car moves. the chains catch onto the cat and pull it uphill. The butterflies will surely die of flapping exhaustion. "I can see our car from here," I think to myself. As the car rounds the top of the hill, I feel as if I'm on cloud nine. As the wind rushes past my face, my smile touches each ear and I can feel the butterflies escape my mouth as I yell in ecstacy.

Thoughts on John Updike's "A & P."

Originally written on Thursday, May 29, 2008.

This short story confused me. There were times when I had to reread a sentence a couple of times to understand what was going on. It could have been John Updike’s wording, but even then I was unsure of what I was trying to understand. The level of detail the narrator goes into describing the three girls eluded me; I could not for the life of me picture these three girls as clearly as the narrator was describing them. The amount of detail of the girls outweighs what really actually happened to the narrator: he quit his job. For what reason? It could not have simply been because three girls were not dressed to A & P policy. He does say that he felt sorry for the girls and the way his manager treated them. I am certain, after working in retail myself, that this decision to quit was not by impulse. The narrator does not seem to care despite knowing that his parents will be disappointed.

What really threw me off was the narrator’s relationship with Stokes, or Stokesie. After rereading the part where Stokes tells the narrator to hold him and even calls him, “Daddy,” I can slightly grasp what is happening after the narrator explains the situation of the A & P. Six pieces of clothing covering three girls evenly, no sandals or shoes, and an appearance of “I don’t care” about them makes this a phenomenon in an A & P and against the company’s policy.

I can understand the feeling the narrator feels when his stomach drops and he knows that his life is going to be hard without a job. I have been there. I know the feeling of being unemployed and knowing that I have only so much money to spend and with this economy, spending money is not something I can do freely.

John Updike’s short story, to me, does not have a point. From what I am piecing together in my head, this lofty-headed cashier sees an unusual event occur and becomes encompassed in it. His manager informs the three girls that the next time they come into the A & P they must have their shoulders covered. They feel embarrassed and the narrator, thinking his heroic gesture of quitting might have some effect on the girls, acts out. This ends up with him feeling his stomach drop after leaving his job.

End of the Week (or Beginning).

I had a very long, relaxing, slightly stressed weekend. This entry is going to be a bit long so bare with me. :P

My friday started out with seeing my psychiatrist at 1.30 PM. It's not usual I get to see him early, so I bring with me a little book to read to pass the time. He's happy at the progression I've made so far. That's a good thing. I think I'm going to see him one last time before I go back to VA Tech.

That evening, I went to happy hour with my sister and ALL of her co-workers. I do mean ALL cause like everyone there, besides a married couple works with my sister. Happy hour was at Havana 59. This place was so cute! It was a bit humid outside, but eh, I was going to sweat a lot anyway so I didn't care too much. The windows were up and the fans were running at full speed. They had like fake/real palm trees so it was like we were in Mexico. Yes, for awhile there, I thought it was a Mexican place, but I soon found out it was a Cuban establishment. Whatever! The margaritas were deeeeeelicious! Oh my gosh! I got a prickley pear 'rita and it was just heaven! And it was bright pink! People were all like, "I love the color of your drink!" I had a passion fruit mojito before the 'rita. I don't think it was such a good idea to drink a 'jito (:P) on an empty stomach. I heard someone say that the 'jitos were a bit acidic. That would explain the excrutiating pain I felt from my tummy (it wasn't excrutiating, but it hurt). My sister and I split two appetizers. Our "lovely" waitress expained to us upon being asked how big the appetizers were that appetizers are what you eat before the main course. ORLY?! God and here I thought an appetizer was for dieters. In any case, I had to order more food! I was starving before happy hour and the 'jito in the very beginning was a bad idea. I got some t-bone steak with smushed potatoes and a cob of corn. I originally ordered the [other type of steak...] that came with Yucca potato fries and other stuff. Guess what?! They didn't have it! Good job, Havana 59! Good job! Oh well, I shared cause I couldn't finish it all cause my stomach was screaming, "Help me!"

The plan afterwards was to go out. Yea, that bombed. I wanted to go out, but the stomach thing was kind of in the way. The pain, however, did go away once I got up and walked around. Some other people wanted to go out too, but they decided against it. Oh well, my sister and I watched stand up comics until 12.30 AM.

The next day: Beer, Bourban, & BBQ Festival! Yeee-haaaaaa! I had lots of fun. I love beer & BBQ; I am also a fan of bourban now. It reminds me of tequila as it burns on the way down. Hmmmmm!! There was this hard apple cider that I was addicted to! Nothing too exciting about the BB&B Festival. Just lots of drunken country people is all.

Sunday, we were planning on going to the Greek Festival, but it was super hot today and we decided to go shopping instead. Unfortunately, I've had a long weekend and I'm a bit tired of typing cause it hurts me head. Also the dog wants my attention so I'm going to give it to her.

A new leaf; a fresh start.

Originally written and published on Tuesday, May 27, 2008.

Since I am starting a new chapter in my life, I thought it would be better to start a new blog. My Deadjournal account is too much angst and emo shit; my Livejournal account is just fodder. I could easily make a new account on LJ (DJ needs some stupid code), but just the name "Livejournal" brings back memories and drama from long ago, so I think that Blogger would be a nice place to start. Plus, many of the photo blogs I visit on occasion use Blogger. Eventually, I'll put up a link list of the blogs I visit to get my daily drool of hot, delicious men.

At the moment, I'm unemployed. I just got so tired of retail and the stress it incurred on my life. But now I have a new stress! Money. Where am I going to get money now? I can't live off my parents because they're already short on money. I'm not going to go back into retail. I don't know how I'd handle waiting tables. It's something I would like to do, but if I don't like it, there's another job I quit. I've thought about bartending, but I'm positive my parents are against it. They're basically against alcohol, even though I go out drinking once in a while.

Well, the start of a new life calls for a bit of work. Work to get back into my old clothes because I feel bad that I've spent so much money on clothes that don't fit anymore. My goal is to fit into size 32 waist size and into a small sized shirts. At the moment, I'm borderlining into 36 and large. I'm watching my diet and I'm not eating until I get what some people call the "food coma." I eat to satisfy the hunger. I'm slowly but surely getting exercise in. I jogged a little bit this early afternoon because the dog was antsy about going outside. We bought her a lifejacket to wear when we go camping and I fit it on her this morning and also her pink harness, so she got the idea that she was going for a walk. It was nice to go out running. My legs hurt a bit while I was running, but I think I need better shoes.

The political scene sure is heating up with the incoming season of summer. I haven't really been following it as closely as I should. At this point, whoever becomes the Democratic candidate for president, I'll vote for him/her. I'm certainly not going to go with McCain. I should probably have reasons why, but I'm just going to vote Democratic for this year.

Traveling abroad sure can change a person. Just recently I went to Europe with my sister. We have a brother working over in Germany for some chemical company called BASF. We spent four days in Paris and three days in Mannheim, Germany; we spent a day and night each in Basel and Zurich Switzerland. Paris was just absolutely amazing! May was the perfect month to go. It wasn't too hot nor too cold and I'm very picky about my outside temperatures. The atmosphere is Paris was laid back. All the people weren't worried about the past or the future. They took in the present: the food, the people, the environment. I wish I could live in Paris or bring Paris back to the States. Germany was not what I expected. My brother had to work a few days so we stayed at his place in Mannheim. There was shopping, but I didn't see much that I wanted. It was either that or I could get it back in the States. My sister and I took a trip to Heidelburg, Germany, to shop there and see a castle. The castle, albeit in ruins, was gorgeous. We wished we could've stayed longer, but we took the wrong exit and wound up back in the shopping area. To our defense, it was starting to drizzle so we wanted to find shelter. In Basel and Zurich, Switzerland, we did the same thing. We walked around and took in the cities. We went shopping for a bit and ate such delicious food (not just in Switzerland, but in France and Germany, too). I really like Switzerland. My first time out of the US was studying in southern Switzerland. Good times. I will most definitely be going back in this lifetime! I was sad and happy that our trip abroad ended. I was sad because I just wanted to stay there; I was happy because I would get to sleep in my own, cozy bed and also get back to my family!

Once all this stupid pollen subsides, it's going to be a great summer!