Today has been... FANTASTIC! I really can't recall what I did before 12:45pm, which is okay cause it was neither wonderful nor horrible... so I'm happy! But at 12:45 I got home, ate half of my full-sized Waldorf Chicken Salad (copyright CPK) and my DELICIOUS slice of Chocolate Banana Royale Cake (copyright CPK), while watching the latest installment of House. So I was happy. Then I perused my e-mails and comments for awhile before watching Hannah Montana with Lindsey and my mom. My friend Bret's girlfriend was on so we had to watch her. She's a fun girl. Very enthusiastic. Then I went to work, where I hosted alone for the first hour and a half (I seated about 5 tables total in that time and only took about 4 take-out orders... it was QUITE slow), after which I was joined by Nikki, a new-hire. We worked together for a half an hour before Shadee showed up. By this time business still hadn't picked up a whole lot, so my new temporary manager told me that I could leave work early (this was at 6:15! I wasn't supposed to be off until 8:30!!). So I got my Thai Crunch Salad (copyright CPK) and children's sundae which Juan surprised me with :) and FEASTED! I then drove home in my grandfather's luxurious car, rolled the sunroof back, turned the music up, and cruised home.
I just finished my current event (only real homework for the night) and will be leaving in a few minutes to go to the jacuzzi. It's been such a wonderful Wednesday. Tomorrow will be good too! I know it.
♥
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Only semi-original blog : )
I kind of stole Alli's blog idea... but instead of things that make me happy it is going to be a list of
THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE
1. Songs by Jason Mraz :)
2. Funny faces :)
3. Silly laughs :)
4. Caramel frappaccinos :)
5. DINGS! (texts) :)
6. Alli, Lindsey, Deannie, Emily, Greg, Matt, Ricky, my parents (sometimes), and a lot of other funny and entertaining people :)
7. Gaby and Prancer :)
11. The fact that I actually typed the number 11 after the number 7 :)
9. Boys :)
10. Old pictures that remind me of funny times :)
8. Glennykins :)
12. Writing exciting horoscopes :)
13. Going to Ducks games :)
14. The Guacamole Bowl :)
15. Seeing cute couples :)
16. The silly little pictures and animations on my phone for text messages :)
17. Every single installment of the Confessions of a Shopaholic series :)
18. Seri and Dom from work :)
19. When I make a fool of myself :)
20. When people think situations are awkward and I know that they do but I actually don't think they're awkward so I milk them for all that they're worth :)
21. Thin Mints :)
22. Lying to protect my Thin Mints :)
23. When I lie... :)
24. My lime green bed sheets :)
25. Seeing/hearing cute boys play guitar *sigh* :)
THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE
1. Songs by Jason Mraz :)
2. Funny faces :)
3. Silly laughs :)
4. Caramel frappaccinos :)
5. DINGS! (texts) :)
6. Alli, Lindsey, Deannie, Emily, Greg, Matt, Ricky, my parents (sometimes), and a lot of other funny and entertaining people :)
7. Gaby and Prancer :)
11. The fact that I actually typed the number 11 after the number 7 :)
9. Boys :)
10. Old pictures that remind me of funny times :)
8. Glennykins :)
12. Writing exciting horoscopes :)
13. Going to Ducks games :)
14. The Guacamole Bowl :)
15. Seeing cute couples :)
16. The silly little pictures and animations on my phone for text messages :)
17. Every single installment of the Confessions of a Shopaholic series :)
18. Seri and Dom from work :)
19. When I make a fool of myself :)
20. When people think situations are awkward and I know that they do but I actually don't think they're awkward so I milk them for all that they're worth :)
21. Thin Mints :)
22. Lying to protect my Thin Mints :)
23. When I lie... :)
24. My lime green bed sheets :)
25. Seeing/hearing cute boys play guitar *sigh* :)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Countdown to college
Realization: I am college-bound.
Reaction to Realization: Oh my God.
It's a weird feeling, realizing that your life is going to be REALLY different in just a few months. In two months' time I will be graduating, leaving high school (and unfortunately a lot of really cool people) behind. Until today I felt really unsure about which college I wanted to go to. I felt the most pull toward Wisconsin because I absolutely fell in love with the school (and for you skeptics, my love affair with the city had nothing to do with a certain guy I met there).
After a long, enlightening conversation with my second cousin Sean, a successful attorney (who recently made partner at his law firm) about the consequences of student loans, I decided to rule out the college that would cost me the most money. Not only because of the cost, but the distance, the weather, and the fact that I would not be able to afford coming home more than once or twice a year.
That left me deciding between 5 other schools, a few of which I had ruled out a few weeks ago (ASU--because I don't want to become a wild lush, BYU---because I don't want to fall in love with a man who may or may not be interested in marrying me unless I convert / Not sure I could handle a lot of my friends getting married their first and second years of college, UC Davis---I heard it smells like cows. I also heard that there's nothing to do up there except for drink and go to school. Again, I don't want to become a wild lush, but I also do not want to be a reclusive 24/7 student)
So now I was down to two. Cal Poly SLO and UCI. I think if I hadn't taken a roadtrip up to SLO this week with my mother, I would have registered at SLO for sure, without taking a second thought. Luckily we did, and although I absolutely love the town, the people, and the beautiful drive up there, I did NOT like the campus. It was extremely small, not good looking, and I didn't see much that attracted my interest. I also learned today that their writing program is not very good, which is not okay considering I would be in that department.
So I toured UCI today and I love it. I took the campus tour and then met up with my brother's girlfriend, a third-year there and she took me to a few of her classes and showed me her dorm. Basically with all the information I got about UCI, I really want to go there, I don't even mind that it's so close to home. The way I see it, if I find myself wanting to go further away after a year or two I still can. I'll just keep my options open.
So that's where I'm at now, however, everyone's input is pulling me every which way.
"Don't go there... GO HERE!"
"The weather there gets pretty intense, try this place, it's a lot more comfortable."
"Who cares if it smells like cows? Cow tipping is FUN!"
etc...etc...etc...
We'll see.
Reaction to Realization: Oh my God.
It's a weird feeling, realizing that your life is going to be REALLY different in just a few months. In two months' time I will be graduating, leaving high school (and unfortunately a lot of really cool people) behind. Until today I felt really unsure about which college I wanted to go to. I felt the most pull toward Wisconsin because I absolutely fell in love with the school (and for you skeptics, my love affair with the city had nothing to do with a certain guy I met there).
After a long, enlightening conversation with my second cousin Sean, a successful attorney (who recently made partner at his law firm) about the consequences of student loans, I decided to rule out the college that would cost me the most money. Not only because of the cost, but the distance, the weather, and the fact that I would not be able to afford coming home more than once or twice a year.
That left me deciding between 5 other schools, a few of which I had ruled out a few weeks ago (ASU--because I don't want to become a wild lush, BYU---because I don't want to fall in love with a man who may or may not be interested in marrying me unless I convert / Not sure I could handle a lot of my friends getting married their first and second years of college, UC Davis---I heard it smells like cows. I also heard that there's nothing to do up there except for drink and go to school. Again, I don't want to become a wild lush, but I also do not want to be a reclusive 24/7 student)
So now I was down to two. Cal Poly SLO and UCI. I think if I hadn't taken a roadtrip up to SLO this week with my mother, I would have registered at SLO for sure, without taking a second thought. Luckily we did, and although I absolutely love the town, the people, and the beautiful drive up there, I did NOT like the campus. It was extremely small, not good looking, and I didn't see much that attracted my interest. I also learned today that their writing program is not very good, which is not okay considering I would be in that department.
So I toured UCI today and I love it. I took the campus tour and then met up with my brother's girlfriend, a third-year there and she took me to a few of her classes and showed me her dorm. Basically with all the information I got about UCI, I really want to go there, I don't even mind that it's so close to home. The way I see it, if I find myself wanting to go further away after a year or two I still can. I'll just keep my options open.
So that's where I'm at now, however, everyone's input is pulling me every which way.
"Don't go there... GO HERE!"
"The weather there gets pretty intense, try this place, it's a lot more comfortable."
"Who cares if it smells like cows? Cow tipping is FUN!"
etc...etc...etc...
We'll see.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
To be tolerant...?
I consider myself a very tolerant person.
I tolerate it when people tug on the phone cord as I'm trying to take a take-out order.
When old men are dissatisfied with their dining experience (or their seating experience) I tolerate their ridiculous criticism and crude remarks.
I tolerate mini vans (it's taken years for me to come to terms with the fact that they will ALWAYS BE THERE, so there's no use complaining about them).
Sometimes I wonder if people take advantage of my tolerance.
Oh look, she's smiling even though I'm insulting her and making her feel like pond scum... perhaps I'll throw in a mean comment about her shoes just for the heck of it.
Hey she doesn't care that I'm pulling her hair... perhaps I'll continue and ALSO stomp on her feet!
Well last time I flaked out on her she said that it was okay and not to worry... why don't I do it again? She'll understand...
(Examples are taken from real-life experiences that have taken place in the last week. I'm not bitter or anything...)
Is it worth it to be tolerant when people are going to try their damndest to be intolerable?
These are the questions that haunt me...
I tolerate it when people tug on the phone cord as I'm trying to take a take-out order.
When old men are dissatisfied with their dining experience (or their seating experience) I tolerate their ridiculous criticism and crude remarks.
I tolerate mini vans (it's taken years for me to come to terms with the fact that they will ALWAYS BE THERE, so there's no use complaining about them).
Sometimes I wonder if people take advantage of my tolerance.
Oh look, she's smiling even though I'm insulting her and making her feel like pond scum... perhaps I'll throw in a mean comment about her shoes just for the heck of it.
Hey she doesn't care that I'm pulling her hair... perhaps I'll continue and ALSO stomp on her feet!
Well last time I flaked out on her she said that it was okay and not to worry... why don't I do it again? She'll understand...
(Examples are taken from real-life experiences that have taken place in the last week. I'm not bitter or anything...)
Is it worth it to be tolerant when people are going to try their damndest to be intolerable?
These are the questions that haunt me...
Monday, March 05, 2007
What do chow mein, shark diagrams, and depression have in common?
Me.
Today, I ate chow mein. Ooh! Exciting.
Today, I colored several shark diagrams.
And today, I was approached (for like the millionth time) by a depressed friend who doesn't listen to me and doesn't understand what I tell him. *sigh*
Nothing too exciting to report.
Lost my wisdom teeth on Friday--gained about two inches in cheek volume (that doesn't make sense in scientific terms... but basically it means my cheeks have been crazy puffy for the past 3 days).
Gosh, my life lacks excitement. Goal for tomorrow: Make life exciting.
Today, I ate chow mein. Ooh! Exciting.
Today, I colored several shark diagrams.
And today, I was approached (for like the millionth time) by a depressed friend who doesn't listen to me and doesn't understand what I tell him. *sigh*
Nothing too exciting to report.
Lost my wisdom teeth on Friday--gained about two inches in cheek volume (that doesn't make sense in scientific terms... but basically it means my cheeks have been crazy puffy for the past 3 days).
Gosh, my life lacks excitement. Goal for tomorrow: Make life exciting.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Scooter: Vehicle of Violent Serial Killers
So, to continue the series of "Why I am afraid to live in Irvine"-themed blogs I will mention something that surprised me tonight. As I am walking down my friend Deannie's driveway after watching yet another exhilerating episode of 24 at her house I hear voices. The voices of two males. I strain my eyes to look all the way down to the other end of the block where I see two dark figures in the shadows-- and I suddenly feel very afraid for my life. The funny thing about me fearing for my life is that these boys are on scooters. Even once I realized that these boys are on scooters I still felt the need to power walk to my car. Just as I was getting into my car the two boys on scooters rode right past my closing car door and, instinctively, I locked my car door.
I can't really explain why I felt so afraid... I know, I know. I'm lame.
On a brighter note, I finished Shopoholic Ties the Knot, baked brownies, watched Aquamarine in its entirity, and edited lots and lots of really perfect photos for a project which I feel the need to keep under wraps for the time being.
With love ♥
I can't really explain why I felt so afraid... I know, I know. I'm lame.
On a brighter note, I finished Shopoholic Ties the Knot, baked brownies, watched Aquamarine in its entirity, and edited lots and lots of really perfect photos for a project which I feel the need to keep under wraps for the time being.
With love ♥
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Fearing for my life.
Only sort of fearing for my life actually...
You see, I worked take-out tonight at work (did a pretty darn good job of it if I do say so myself!) and I had the unhappy job of telling this eager-to-order woman that she could not place a take-out order, as it was 9:11 and we closed at 9. She said "It's 9 right now."
To which I said, "Actually, it's 9:11. I'm really sorry about that."
To which she said, "Are you serious?!?!"
To which I said, "Yes, I'm really sorry. Our kitchen closes at 9 o'clock on Sundays."
After which she turned on her heels and stomped out of the restaurant saying "Ugh!"
Too bad I'll probably get in trouble for this. I always seem to be the one put in the uncomfortable situation where I have to break bad news to a could-be patron.
That's pretty much the extent of my day's excitement. I'm going to go read and go to bed. No school tomorrow! Hooray!
You see, I worked take-out tonight at work (did a pretty darn good job of it if I do say so myself!) and I had the unhappy job of telling this eager-to-order woman that she could not place a take-out order, as it was 9:11 and we closed at 9. She said "It's 9 right now."
To which I said, "Actually, it's 9:11. I'm really sorry about that."
To which she said, "Are you serious?!?!"
To which I said, "Yes, I'm really sorry. Our kitchen closes at 9 o'clock on Sundays."
After which she turned on her heels and stomped out of the restaurant saying "Ugh!"
Too bad I'll probably get in trouble for this. I always seem to be the one put in the uncomfortable situation where I have to break bad news to a could-be patron.
That's pretty much the extent of my day's excitement. I'm going to go read and go to bed. No school tomorrow! Hooray!
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