I know what I was doing / But what was I thinking?
Yesterday I went to Costco with a friend of mine, and I foolishly bought way too much fresh stuff, especially fruit. I bought:
1 pineapple
13 lbs oranges (in a box)
4 lbs grapes
2 lbs sugar snap peas
2 bags of lettuce
and then something not so fresh, but still too much:
1 carton creampuffs (96 ct)
I'm gonna be eating a lot of salad and snap peas in the next few days. Maybe I'll write about my experience and create some fangled diet called the "Rabbit Imitation" and I'll get put on the NYTimes Bestseller List.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I Can See Clearly Now...
...the rain has gone. I can see all obstacles in my way/ Gone are the dark clouds that had me down/ It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day!
Well, it's not really that the rain is gone, it's that I managed to rescue my glasses from the DMV where I'd misplaced them on Saturday when I went to get my driver's license. I didn't even have to wait a million years...a very un-DMV-like experience, I know.
It was hotter than blazes this weekend...over 100, and it's only June! It's killer because the A/C in my car isn't working, and since the car's life is almost over anyway, I don't want to pay to have it fixed only to have the car die a week later. I was sweating everywhere I went, and the DMV was no exception. It was really hard to concentrate while I was taking the written test, and few of the questions were about driving--they were more about other laws, like smoking and cell phones, etc. Oh well. So you can miss 6/36 and still pass if it's your first time applying for a CA license, and I missed 6, and just barely squeaked by. Everybody around me didn't even pass, so I felt extremely lucky.
I lost my glasses because I thought I misplaced my keys, and emptied my purse in pursuit of them, but then forgot to put my glasses case back in my purse, so I only had my sunglasses with me for the rest of the weekend and had to wear contacts, which I hate, because my eyes are so dry. I even watched a movie with my sunglasses on, so now I know what movie stars must go through when they try to go to a film incognito.
Later in the week I had another heart-stopping moment when I went to the library on my lunch hour. After circling the stacks of DVDs several times, I finally made up my mind, and was in line to check my items out, but then I realized I couldn't find my library card...which means I couldn't find my keys, either. But I didn't start panicking until I got back to work and the drawer where I keep my purse had no keys in it, either. So I walked across the street to the parking garage to check on my keys, and lo and behold, I'd locked them in the car and there they were, plain as day, sprawled for all to see on the front seat. In the end, I had to call AAA to come (thank goodness for that $45 I paid a year ago!) and rescue me, and after some confusion with locating the driver, my keys were restored to me. whee!!
Hopefully I can keep better track of my stuff this week....
Well, it's not really that the rain is gone, it's that I managed to rescue my glasses from the DMV where I'd misplaced them on Saturday when I went to get my driver's license. I didn't even have to wait a million years...a very un-DMV-like experience, I know.
It was hotter than blazes this weekend...over 100, and it's only June! It's killer because the A/C in my car isn't working, and since the car's life is almost over anyway, I don't want to pay to have it fixed only to have the car die a week later. I was sweating everywhere I went, and the DMV was no exception. It was really hard to concentrate while I was taking the written test, and few of the questions were about driving--they were more about other laws, like smoking and cell phones, etc. Oh well. So you can miss 6/36 and still pass if it's your first time applying for a CA license, and I missed 6, and just barely squeaked by. Everybody around me didn't even pass, so I felt extremely lucky.
I lost my glasses because I thought I misplaced my keys, and emptied my purse in pursuit of them, but then forgot to put my glasses case back in my purse, so I only had my sunglasses with me for the rest of the weekend and had to wear contacts, which I hate, because my eyes are so dry. I even watched a movie with my sunglasses on, so now I know what movie stars must go through when they try to go to a film incognito.
Later in the week I had another heart-stopping moment when I went to the library on my lunch hour. After circling the stacks of DVDs several times, I finally made up my mind, and was in line to check my items out, but then I realized I couldn't find my library card...which means I couldn't find my keys, either. But I didn't start panicking until I got back to work and the drawer where I keep my purse had no keys in it, either. So I walked across the street to the parking garage to check on my keys, and lo and behold, I'd locked them in the car and there they were, plain as day, sprawled for all to see on the front seat. In the end, I had to call AAA to come (thank goodness for that $45 I paid a year ago!) and rescue me, and after some confusion with locating the driver, my keys were restored to me. whee!!
Hopefully I can keep better track of my stuff this week....
Friday, June 6, 2008
Journey of an Organic Marble
I stood on the beach yesterday, and watched beams from the setting sun
filter through the smog-filled air and cause the sea to glint in welcome.
Squishing my toes in the sand, I waited for the surf to send its fingerlings of foam
rushing toward my legs; then watched as the tide was forced to retreat
smiling as I heard it hiss in displeasure as it left me behind.
I watched the gulls pick at the kelp left stranded by the tide,
sorted through my own snack: red grapes, firm and juicy
that burst in flavor upon my tongue with a slight "pop" as they gave way,
their soft flesh melting down my throat, leaving crunchy skin behind.
I wanted to throw a handful of grapes into the air in jubilation
to celebrate life, glory in the sea's scent, dive into the waves.
But I was hungry, and my grapes were few, so instead, I threw one...
a solitary sphere, that didn't pass the texture test
and watched as it sailed in the air and landed without a splash:
the organic marble tumbled pell-mell toward me, dancing
driven by the wind and tide, its progress was quick, unhindered
till the waves' grip failed--left it bereft, alone, upon the shore.
It lay there, sad and lonely, quite red amidst the cooling sand
like a lady whose eyes endlessly sweep the skyline, watching
for the ship carrying her sailor love to hove into view.
But fate deemed she was not to wait: not one, but two waves emerged,
and raced toward the preening grape and tossed and swirled and jostled
she rolled and danced, but did not choose, and selfish were her motives.
The waves got bored, and couldn't wait--their retreat call soon sounded
and she, who tried to play two beaus, was scorned and pushed far ashore
the grape was left, quite high and dry, to contemplate her actions.
filter through the smog-filled air and cause the sea to glint in welcome.
Squishing my toes in the sand, I waited for the surf to send its fingerlings of foam
rushing toward my legs; then watched as the tide was forced to retreat
smiling as I heard it hiss in displeasure as it left me behind.
I watched the gulls pick at the kelp left stranded by the tide,
sorted through my own snack: red grapes, firm and juicy
that burst in flavor upon my tongue with a slight "pop" as they gave way,
their soft flesh melting down my throat, leaving crunchy skin behind.
I wanted to throw a handful of grapes into the air in jubilation
to celebrate life, glory in the sea's scent, dive into the waves.
But I was hungry, and my grapes were few, so instead, I threw one...
a solitary sphere, that didn't pass the texture test
and watched as it sailed in the air and landed without a splash:
the organic marble tumbled pell-mell toward me, dancing
driven by the wind and tide, its progress was quick, unhindered
till the waves' grip failed--left it bereft, alone, upon the shore.
It lay there, sad and lonely, quite red amidst the cooling sand
like a lady whose eyes endlessly sweep the skyline, watching
for the ship carrying her sailor love to hove into view.
But fate deemed she was not to wait: not one, but two waves emerged,
and raced toward the preening grape and tossed and swirled and jostled
she rolled and danced, but did not choose, and selfish were her motives.
The waves got bored, and couldn't wait--their retreat call soon sounded
and she, who tried to play two beaus, was scorned and pushed far ashore
the grape was left, quite high and dry, to contemplate her actions.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Looking for housing in the city
the vacuum bag's full, and the garbage can, too;
the shower is pink with bacterial goo...
the tv is blaring, the hall smells like pot
and all of the food in the fridge? Full of rot!
the cupboards are sticky and covered with ants
and under the sink roaches do a small dance
the laundry room's gathering spiders and lint
to see out the windows, well, one has to squint
the neighbors are fighting, and sirens blare out
the drunk on the corner complains he has gout
the paint's chipped and cracked, and is starting to peel
so you see, city life? it has little appeal.
I think I'll start looking for housing elsewhere
perhaps in the country, where there's fresher air
where dogs bark and kids play and stars can appear
and I can go walking with little to fear.
the shower is pink with bacterial goo...
the tv is blaring, the hall smells like pot
and all of the food in the fridge? Full of rot!
the cupboards are sticky and covered with ants
and under the sink roaches do a small dance
the laundry room's gathering spiders and lint
to see out the windows, well, one has to squint
the neighbors are fighting, and sirens blare out
the drunk on the corner complains he has gout
the paint's chipped and cracked, and is starting to peel
so you see, city life? it has little appeal.
I think I'll start looking for housing elsewhere
perhaps in the country, where there's fresher air
where dogs bark and kids play and stars can appear
and I can go walking with little to fear.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
When I Ruled the World
facebook.comTitle credits: Coldplay, "Viva la Vida" --is that not the best ad ever?
When I rule the world, I'm going to:
1. Get David Cook to go out with me on a date, and shoot for a long-term relationship. He's amazing, I love him. Not just for the sparkle in his eyes, his sexy smile or his control of his voice. He's real, he's good, and I really feel like he connected with me. When I rule the world, he'll see that the connection is two-sided, and forget all about that stupid Kimberly Caldwell girl (plastic faces will not be in vogue when I am in charge, by the way).
2. Go on a date with Sidney Crosby, too, if things with DC don't work out. Cradle robbing is all the rage!
3. Work 23.5 hours a week, and get paid $120K/year.
4. Make a national Sleep Day! Honor the sleepers! It won't be "the big six"--it will be "the big seven"! Sleeping will not be compulsory; however, operating lawnmowers, revving motorcycles, turning up NPR, and any other activity that generates enough decibels to awaken me will be banned, and punishable with fines.
5. Fix Wal-Mart's wagon. Byebye, "Sam!"
6. Make sure the patch of road at the intersection of Gateway and Barrington is smoothed out. Gosh, my brain has joggled so much from going over all the bumps it's amazing I have any noggin power at all!
7. Have a driver named Max.
8. Reinstate the civil liberties of keeping your shoes on in a public place (the airport) and being able to take a bottle of water on the plane!!
9. Build a public transit system that will make Tube-riders jealous of LA.
10. Have a genius, workable idea of a health care system.
11. Create the most comprehensive, awesome library EVER, and ban terrible employees!
12. Prosecute pornography distributors and employers of illegal aliens, derail all pyramid schemes and the oil oligarchy, and ensure each person has easy access to a recycling facility.
When I rule the world, I'm going to:
1. Get David Cook to go out with me on a date, and shoot for a long-term relationship. He's amazing, I love him. Not just for the sparkle in his eyes, his sexy smile or his control of his voice. He's real, he's good, and I really feel like he connected with me. When I rule the world, he'll see that the connection is two-sided, and forget all about that stupid Kimberly Caldwell girl (plastic faces will not be in vogue when I am in charge, by the way).
2. Go on a date with Sidney Crosby, too, if things with DC don't work out. Cradle robbing is all the rage!
3. Work 23.5 hours a week, and get paid $120K/year.
4. Make a national Sleep Day! Honor the sleepers! It won't be "the big six"--it will be "the big seven"! Sleeping will not be compulsory; however, operating lawnmowers, revving motorcycles, turning up NPR, and any other activity that generates enough decibels to awaken me will be banned, and punishable with fines.
5. Fix Wal-Mart's wagon. Byebye, "Sam!"
6. Make sure the patch of road at the intersection of Gateway and Barrington is smoothed out. Gosh, my brain has joggled so much from going over all the bumps it's amazing I have any noggin power at all!
7. Have a driver named Max.
8. Reinstate the civil liberties of keeping your shoes on in a public place (the airport) and being able to take a bottle of water on the plane!!
9. Build a public transit system that will make Tube-riders jealous of LA.
10. Have a genius, workable idea of a health care system.
11. Create the most comprehensive, awesome library EVER, and ban terrible employees!
12. Prosecute pornography distributors and employers of illegal aliens, derail all pyramid schemes and the oil oligarchy, and ensure each person has easy access to a recycling facility.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Noise
It never ceases to amaze me how people respond to each other...how they automatically tune out what they aren't interested in and 'read between the lines' to get the answer to the question they're looking for, instead of the non-answer they're getting.
Case in point: a person I knew in high school (I did not know him well, but I still remember his name, and vice verse) found me on Facebook, and said, "Hi, how are you?"
I responded that I was in LA, working, and that life was a bit hectic.
He thought I said, "I am amazing. I live in LA, and rub shoulders with celebrities every day. I love my life! I have the best job, and I am so proud of myself that I moved away from home and am attempting to make something of myself!"
No, no, NO, people! What I was actually saying was that I am having a tough time hacking it in this city of celebrities, that the world seems very shallow and People (the magazine) oriented, and it's very hard to make friends, much less acquaintences, and that LA seems to equate with loneliness. Hectic = traffic jams, working = tiredness and frustration, and life = trying not to let the rat race encompass my entire existence.
So much for LA being the City of Angels. There are angels here, watching over me, but they are not of the city...when I leave, they'll go with me. Besides, the air's so dirty you couldn't tell if the flying object was an angel or a special effects creature on the loose because the angel's wings would have been permanently tinted brown by the smog. Surely the angels would have created a more patron-friendly library system, and blessed the leaders of the overcrowded metropolis with the foresight to make an efficient, attractive public transit system for citizens to ride instead of hogging the road with their cars and paying $4/gallon for gas (and that's for regular unleaded on the cheap side of town).
Listen to me, people, don't hear me...see what I'm writing, not what you want me to write.
Case in point: a person I knew in high school (I did not know him well, but I still remember his name, and vice verse) found me on Facebook, and said, "Hi, how are you?"
I responded that I was in LA, working, and that life was a bit hectic.
He thought I said, "I am amazing. I live in LA, and rub shoulders with celebrities every day. I love my life! I have the best job, and I am so proud of myself that I moved away from home and am attempting to make something of myself!"
No, no, NO, people! What I was actually saying was that I am having a tough time hacking it in this city of celebrities, that the world seems very shallow and People (the magazine) oriented, and it's very hard to make friends, much less acquaintences, and that LA seems to equate with loneliness. Hectic = traffic jams, working = tiredness and frustration, and life = trying not to let the rat race encompass my entire existence.
So much for LA being the City of Angels. There are angels here, watching over me, but they are not of the city...when I leave, they'll go with me. Besides, the air's so dirty you couldn't tell if the flying object was an angel or a special effects creature on the loose because the angel's wings would have been permanently tinted brown by the smog. Surely the angels would have created a more patron-friendly library system, and blessed the leaders of the overcrowded metropolis with the foresight to make an efficient, attractive public transit system for citizens to ride instead of hogging the road with their cars and paying $4/gallon for gas (and that's for regular unleaded on the cheap side of town).
Listen to me, people, don't hear me...see what I'm writing, not what you want me to write.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Viruses
Is Viruses the plural of virus? I've gotten a mind cramp regarding this one (perhaps a new sort of virus? haha, okay, that was a bad joke). I was thinking maybe it was virii, or something.
Regardless, since I moved to LA I've caught several viruses:
1. Netflix. I live off the red envelopes. You know I don't usually like red, but I love it on envelopes containing movies! (especially when my roommates are home...I do not have a mail key. Discrimination! Give me my mail rights!!!)
2. American Idol. Since Season 2 I haven't really cared much about the show...mostly because I was in school and didn't have time for such inaneness...especially Idol Gives Back. RIDICULOUS!!! cough. Now more than ever I want to go try out just to see what Simon would say about my crazy style. :) Also speaking of which, Michael Johns going home instead of Carly or Kristy Lee? Unforgivable.
3. Sunglasses. I broke down and bought a $300 pair of designer sunglasses. They make me look really "LA"--whatever that means. But I like them, and one really needs a good pair of sunglasses here, where even when it's overcast you still need them (and yes, I realize I switched from third to second to first tense in this sentence).
4. Snoozing. In high school I could have the clock on the bed with me and as soon as I heard it beep I'd be up and awake. Now, 25 minutes later, I'm still languishing in bed...
5. Blogging. Ick! Why I ever started this is beyond me. I think it was the whole You've Got Mail factor..."so I just wanted to send this off into the void. Goodnight, dear void."
6. Facebook. What a great way to not stay in touch with people! It's all about the applications. Sheesh, don't send me a two line post, call me if you want to know what's going on! (see earlier post)
7. Staying up too late. So to remedy the situation, I'm going to go attempt to go to bed now.
Haha, I'm listening to Hanson now. Don't you wish you were me? "Whoaaa-whoaaa...hmmm..hmmm, ooooh, yeeaaah"
Regardless, since I moved to LA I've caught several viruses:
1. Netflix. I live off the red envelopes. You know I don't usually like red, but I love it on envelopes containing movies! (especially when my roommates are home...I do not have a mail key. Discrimination! Give me my mail rights!!!)
2. American Idol. Since Season 2 I haven't really cared much about the show...mostly because I was in school and didn't have time for such inaneness...especially Idol Gives Back. RIDICULOUS!!! cough. Now more than ever I want to go try out just to see what Simon would say about my crazy style. :) Also speaking of which, Michael Johns going home instead of Carly or Kristy Lee? Unforgivable.
3. Sunglasses. I broke down and bought a $300 pair of designer sunglasses. They make me look really "LA"--whatever that means. But I like them, and one really needs a good pair of sunglasses here, where even when it's overcast you still need them (and yes, I realize I switched from third to second to first tense in this sentence).
4. Snoozing. In high school I could have the clock on the bed with me and as soon as I heard it beep I'd be up and awake. Now, 25 minutes later, I'm still languishing in bed...
5. Blogging. Ick! Why I ever started this is beyond me. I think it was the whole You've Got Mail factor..."so I just wanted to send this off into the void. Goodnight, dear void."
6. Facebook. What a great way to not stay in touch with people! It's all about the applications. Sheesh, don't send me a two line post, call me if you want to know what's going on! (see earlier post)
7. Staying up too late. So to remedy the situation, I'm going to go attempt to go to bed now.
Haha, I'm listening to Hanson now. Don't you wish you were me? "Whoaaa-whoaaa...hmmm..hmmm, ooooh, yeeaaah"
Sunday, March 23, 2008
I've been thinking a lot lately about how we as a people communicate nowadays--or rather, how we don't. Text messages have replaced invitations and traditional flirting, emails have replaced letters, phone calls have replaced going to dinner and chatting with friends, and TiVo has replaced dinner with family. Seems like we have regressed, not progressed. Life is hectic enough...our attention spans are getting shorter by the day...so why not use the attention we have on the people we love, instead of giving someone we're with half of our attention while we blithely text away to someone else? Why not grant the clerk at the store the same courtesy we would extend to, say, our boss, by giving him (or her) our full attention while we're checking out? In the last ten years we have completely changed how we communicate...which, in my book, is not necessarily a good thing. Now we don't think--we text. We don't ponder the consequences of our actions--we call our friends to discuss minute details instead of thinking things through ourselves.
How will the world be when I actually get around to having kids? How will I teach them how to communicate properly in a world where true communication is rapidly becoming extinct?
I'll go ponder that now...instead of calling my sister to see what she thinks.
How will the world be when I actually get around to having kids? How will I teach them how to communicate properly in a world where true communication is rapidly becoming extinct?
I'll go ponder that now...instead of calling my sister to see what she thinks.
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