So today I got to work, after having a particularly stressful morning taking care of my sick mother. I say it was stressful because I would have much rather stayed to take care of my mother than go to work, but my dad and aunt were able to stay with her so she was well taken care of. My amazing manager Kris (28, successful, blonde hair, blue eyes, 68" High Def television) allowed me to come in 45 minutes late to work until someone could be with my mom. When I got there Kris had already done all of my opening sidework (thank you Kris!) and all I had to do was cut bread and put out butter. How nice!
There was no host today, so we servers seated customers ourselves in our sections. A man walked in by himself and most servers do not like to take single parties (smaller checks I suppose...) but I like solos, so I greeted him and sat him in my section. Little did I know that this man was the founder of myspace! (No, he's not Tom or Chris, the two guys who came up with the idea and were the essential brains of the operation.) This man owns and operates the media company under which myspace was run. HOW EXCITING! I didn't know that he was who he was, but he looked familiar so I made a point of looking at the name on his credit card. B_____ B_____. I assumed he was a football player because he looked like he could have been and the name fer sure seemed like a pro athlete. So I got home and googled him and found out who he was... so so SO exciting! And for the record, he tipped me very well. Hope he comes back!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Caught!
So the other day as we were on our first of two weekend phone dates, the boyfriend found my blog.
Now, I'm not entirely sure how he came upon it, because he CLAIMED it came up on the 15th page of the google search for Emmanuel Lewis. I know, this whole thing sounds entirely random, but I didn't believe him so I proceeded to copy the google search and went the 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, and 17th pages to see if there was any possibility that he was telling the truth. Nothing. So I think he was trying to fool me and really he just typed my name (or some variant of my name) on google and it came up.
Either way, he knows about it and regardless of whether or not he'll ever look here again, I thought it should be known that another person has sneakily discovered my blog (which is far less exciting that Miss Alli's, for she is much better at maintaining her blog than I am).
So boyfriend, if you are reading this... HI! If not, then I'll tell you hi next time I talk to you :)
It's Christmas Break! I'm stoked. ♥
Now, I'm not entirely sure how he came upon it, because he CLAIMED it came up on the 15th page of the google search for Emmanuel Lewis. I know, this whole thing sounds entirely random, but I didn't believe him so I proceeded to copy the google search and went the 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, and 17th pages to see if there was any possibility that he was telling the truth. Nothing. So I think he was trying to fool me and really he just typed my name (or some variant of my name) on google and it came up.
Either way, he knows about it and regardless of whether or not he'll ever look here again, I thought it should be known that another person has sneakily discovered my blog (which is far less exciting that Miss Alli's, for she is much better at maintaining her blog than I am).
So boyfriend, if you are reading this... HI! If not, then I'll tell you hi next time I talk to you :)
It's Christmas Break! I'm stoked. ♥
Monday, November 12, 2007
Procrastination Proclamation
If I know that I'm procrastinating does it make it better or worse for me?
On the pro side, I tend to work best under pressure with the clock ticking.
On the con side, I stress myself out when I don't allow myself to be productive.
I went to Six Flags today for the first time EVER! It was great (except for the part where the security people stole my flower highlighter, fat sharpie, and tiny keychain sharpie for "graffiti prevention" as I entered the park. Bad first impression.). Tatsu is my favorite ride cause it feels like you're FLYING and it's amazing. Deja Vu hurt my head like none other. X hurt pretty bad too but it was fun besides the splitting headachiness. Goliath was pretty darn fun too, that is a FABULOUS roller coaster. It was good to get to hang with Ben and Ryan again, I've missed them dearly :(
Thanksgiving is in a week and two days! People are starting to return home on SATURDAY which is in four days, and I seriously cannot WAIT! Although i will be very busy until that time with server training/shadowing, school, and making a paddle for my Big Sis (whom I love dearly, even though she led me to believe she was NOT going to be my big)
Can I fast forward to Saturday please? Great. Thanks.
And for the record, I have decided that as long as I know and acknowledge the fact that I am procrastinating it's not such a bad thing, because I am not lying to myself and pretending to be productive. At least I realize that I am a ridiculous silly fool lacking the motivation to write an essay about Descartes...
On the pro side, I tend to work best under pressure with the clock ticking.
On the con side, I stress myself out when I don't allow myself to be productive.
I went to Six Flags today for the first time EVER! It was great (except for the part where the security people stole my flower highlighter, fat sharpie, and tiny keychain sharpie for "graffiti prevention" as I entered the park. Bad first impression.). Tatsu is my favorite ride cause it feels like you're FLYING and it's amazing. Deja Vu hurt my head like none other. X hurt pretty bad too but it was fun besides the splitting headachiness. Goliath was pretty darn fun too, that is a FABULOUS roller coaster. It was good to get to hang with Ben and Ryan again, I've missed them dearly :(
Thanksgiving is in a week and two days! People are starting to return home on SATURDAY which is in four days, and I seriously cannot WAIT! Although i will be very busy until that time with server training/shadowing, school, and making a paddle for my Big Sis (whom I love dearly, even though she led me to believe she was NOT going to be my big)
Can I fast forward to Saturday please? Great. Thanks.
And for the record, I have decided that as long as I know and acknowledge the fact that I am procrastinating it's not such a bad thing, because I am not lying to myself and pretending to be productive. At least I realize that I am a ridiculous silly fool lacking the motivation to write an essay about Descartes...
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Train Station Observations and Random Thoughts
Train station.
Aggressive pigeons.
Ew. A guy spat. I hate it when guys spit. Why do guys spit? Is it a masculinity complex? It is SO not attractive.
Homeless man with the Bible. I want to buy him a sandwich.
Woman checking her face in a compact. Maybe she’s going to see her boyfriend. Maybe they haven’t seen each other for days or weeks or months. She looks excited. I’ll bet she hasn’t seen her boyfriend for a long time.
Boy with mini faux-hawk and UCSD sweatshirt tapping his feet and hands to the upbeat music coming from his i-Pod. He looks bored. I would talk to him but I would rather watch people.
Ooh! Guy in a Navy (?) uniform (it’s tan with the little sailor-like hat… I think it’s the Navy’s new uniform). I’ll bet he’s going home today! He looks excited too.
Old man picking his nose. His name is Andres. Well, his hat has “Andres” embroidered on it. I will call him Andres regardless of whether it’s his real name or not.
Policeman! R. Anderson. I like policemen. I hope Tyler’s dream of becoming a cop comes true. He would be such an amazing police officer.
Navy man looks tired now. I’ll bet he wants to go home really badly.
Cute couple sitting behind me. The woman is crocheting something blue. I’ll bet she has grandchildren. She looks like she would be an excellent grandmother.
I probably should be writing my essay for humanities.
I like San Diego. It’s a really pretty city. It’s a mix of city and country. There are SO many amazing trees—I love it. Greg does too, which is great because he lives here now.
I’m not sure how the whole train thing works… this guy told me I don’t buy my ticket until I board the train. I hope I understood him correctly. It would suck to miss the train.
Trains are loud. Who rides the train in California nowadays anyway? I feel like I’m living in the 20’s. I’m going to board the train and Humphrey Bogart is going to run alongside it telling me he’s in love with me and doesn’t want me to go back to my home in Georgia. He’ll keep running until the train reaches top speed, and he’ll slowly stop running as a single tear rolls down his face. I’ll look on him with sadness as I kiss the glass window. My ruby red lipstick will stain the glass and then the credits will roll.
The woman sitting next to me has a really cool straw baseball cap. She’s the same woman who was looking at herself in the compact a few minutes ago. She works here collecting trash. She’s putting on lipstick and eye liner now. She’s really pretty. I feel bad that she has to collect trash. Why can’t people just pick up after themselves? Local governments have supplied us with a surplus of trash receptacles; is it that hard to walk an extra five feet to a trash can? I think not.
My Monster isn’t cold anymore. I want water. My texts aren’t going through to people so no one is answering me. I’m listening to a song that reminds me of my ex.
Isn’t time a strange thing? Six months ago I was nowhere near as happy as I am now. I felt like there was just something missing but now I seriously feel so content and so complete. I seriously have such an amazing life with such amazing friends and family. I’m so lucky!
The Navy man got on his train. There he goes, heading home to his long lost love or his mother who has secretly cried in the bathroom every night over his absence for two years while he’s been away at war. Actually he’s probably just been at Camp Pendleton for basic training, but that’s not as exciting of a story.
Super cute little boy weather a turtle shirt. His grandma is holding a white and a purple balloon. Maybe it’s his birthday. Or hers?
I can’t read what I’m typing. The sun is really bright. There are probably a lot of typos. I think I’ll post this as a note on facebook. I’ve never posted a legitimate note. Has anyone really? Facebook notes aren’t really a popular thing.
Clarissa told me I’m “prec” (pronounced like fresh but with a ‘p’). She’s a cute girl. I like the sound of that. You’re so prec! People at UCSD are super cute. I have a new twin. Her name is Lis. We don’t really look all that similar—we determined that the similarity pretty much ends at our round faces. She has really pretty blue eyes and I only wish I did.
A really nice woman with red streaks in her hair just asked me about my computer. She liked it and didn’t mock it for its size like boys do. Boys are just jealous cause I can say, “mine is bigger than yours.” Haha I’m so funny. Not.
I love seeing couples. It makes me happy to see that love actually does exist. Although not all couples you see are necessarily in love, you can expect that they have the potential to be—I think that’s such a great thing to be capable of. I love loving people. I love being loved too.
Text to Tyler isn’t going through. I would resend it but I feel needy and lame when I do that and I don’t want to.
I just had a lovely conversation with the train station officer and R. Anderson (the aforementioned police officer). They are super nice and fun to talk to. I was sitting on the total wrong side of the train tracks and had to walk a really long way around to get where I’m supposed to be. I’m sitting with the grandmother of the little boy I was talking about earlier. Their whole family is here now and they’re all super cute together.
It’s weird how I have now interacted with almost all of the people I was writing about in the beginning of this ridiculous little montage. It’s like life—we’re all interrelated in some way. I think that’s fabulous. It’s the whole six degrees thing. I know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows Brad Pitt. I do not particularly care about Brad Pitt, but Greg does, so this association could make him happy.
I think Crocs are such silly shoes. They look super cute on babies and toddlers though. Perhaps my children will wear Crocs. I am so excited about the prospect of getting married and having a family. I think it’ll be so much fun. Hopefully by then I’m mature enough to take both advancements seriously rather than pretending like I’m playing house. I loved playing house when I was younger. My preschool boyfriends got very used to playing house every day before school, at school, and after school.
What lucky kids those boys were. Not.
I wish writing essays for school was as easy as writing random thoughts and observations. If that were true I would be almost done with my humanities essay which needs to be at least three pages by Tuesday. It is currently less than 0 pages. I say “less than 0” because I haven’t even brainstormed for it yet. I’m such a failure. It’ll be good though. I’ll find some inspiration.
I have had the urge to listen to my old Avril Lavigne CDs for a couple days now. Why? I don’t know. It’s a strange urge to have at age 18 when the world is at my feet. I could be out traveling to exciting new places, meeting exciting new people, and learning new languages—but no. I would prefer to stay at home and listen to my old Avril Lavigne CDs. I love college.
Wouldn’t that be cool if someone read this blog and decided that I was this amazingly talented, innovative person whose thoughts and ideas could change the world, and they paid me millions of dollars to go sit in various random public locations to watch people and ponder the ways of the world? I think I would quite like that. My odds are probably pretty good too, considering all the ridiculous things people are paid to do nowadays. Unlike some of the random weird people in reality tv shows, I will not flash people. I will make my money and claim my fame honestly and conservatively with my top ON, thank you very much. ♥
Aggressive pigeons.
Ew. A guy spat. I hate it when guys spit. Why do guys spit? Is it a masculinity complex? It is SO not attractive.
Homeless man with the Bible. I want to buy him a sandwich.
Woman checking her face in a compact. Maybe she’s going to see her boyfriend. Maybe they haven’t seen each other for days or weeks or months. She looks excited. I’ll bet she hasn’t seen her boyfriend for a long time.
Boy with mini faux-hawk and UCSD sweatshirt tapping his feet and hands to the upbeat music coming from his i-Pod. He looks bored. I would talk to him but I would rather watch people.
Ooh! Guy in a Navy (?) uniform (it’s tan with the little sailor-like hat… I think it’s the Navy’s new uniform). I’ll bet he’s going home today! He looks excited too.
Old man picking his nose. His name is Andres. Well, his hat has “Andres” embroidered on it. I will call him Andres regardless of whether it’s his real name or not.
Policeman! R. Anderson. I like policemen. I hope Tyler’s dream of becoming a cop comes true. He would be such an amazing police officer.
Navy man looks tired now. I’ll bet he wants to go home really badly.
Cute couple sitting behind me. The woman is crocheting something blue. I’ll bet she has grandchildren. She looks like she would be an excellent grandmother.
I probably should be writing my essay for humanities.
I like San Diego. It’s a really pretty city. It’s a mix of city and country. There are SO many amazing trees—I love it. Greg does too, which is great because he lives here now.
I’m not sure how the whole train thing works… this guy told me I don’t buy my ticket until I board the train. I hope I understood him correctly. It would suck to miss the train.
Trains are loud. Who rides the train in California nowadays anyway? I feel like I’m living in the 20’s. I’m going to board the train and Humphrey Bogart is going to run alongside it telling me he’s in love with me and doesn’t want me to go back to my home in Georgia. He’ll keep running until the train reaches top speed, and he’ll slowly stop running as a single tear rolls down his face. I’ll look on him with sadness as I kiss the glass window. My ruby red lipstick will stain the glass and then the credits will roll.
The woman sitting next to me has a really cool straw baseball cap. She’s the same woman who was looking at herself in the compact a few minutes ago. She works here collecting trash. She’s putting on lipstick and eye liner now. She’s really pretty. I feel bad that she has to collect trash. Why can’t people just pick up after themselves? Local governments have supplied us with a surplus of trash receptacles; is it that hard to walk an extra five feet to a trash can? I think not.
My Monster isn’t cold anymore. I want water. My texts aren’t going through to people so no one is answering me. I’m listening to a song that reminds me of my ex.
Isn’t time a strange thing? Six months ago I was nowhere near as happy as I am now. I felt like there was just something missing but now I seriously feel so content and so complete. I seriously have such an amazing life with such amazing friends and family. I’m so lucky!
The Navy man got on his train. There he goes, heading home to his long lost love or his mother who has secretly cried in the bathroom every night over his absence for two years while he’s been away at war. Actually he’s probably just been at Camp Pendleton for basic training, but that’s not as exciting of a story.
Super cute little boy weather a turtle shirt. His grandma is holding a white and a purple balloon. Maybe it’s his birthday. Or hers?
I can’t read what I’m typing. The sun is really bright. There are probably a lot of typos. I think I’ll post this as a note on facebook. I’ve never posted a legitimate note. Has anyone really? Facebook notes aren’t really a popular thing.
Clarissa told me I’m “prec” (pronounced like fresh but with a ‘p’). She’s a cute girl. I like the sound of that. You’re so prec! People at UCSD are super cute. I have a new twin. Her name is Lis. We don’t really look all that similar—we determined that the similarity pretty much ends at our round faces. She has really pretty blue eyes and I only wish I did.
A really nice woman with red streaks in her hair just asked me about my computer. She liked it and didn’t mock it for its size like boys do. Boys are just jealous cause I can say, “mine is bigger than yours.” Haha I’m so funny. Not.
I love seeing couples. It makes me happy to see that love actually does exist. Although not all couples you see are necessarily in love, you can expect that they have the potential to be—I think that’s such a great thing to be capable of. I love loving people. I love being loved too.
Text to Tyler isn’t going through. I would resend it but I feel needy and lame when I do that and I don’t want to.
I just had a lovely conversation with the train station officer and R. Anderson (the aforementioned police officer). They are super nice and fun to talk to. I was sitting on the total wrong side of the train tracks and had to walk a really long way around to get where I’m supposed to be. I’m sitting with the grandmother of the little boy I was talking about earlier. Their whole family is here now and they’re all super cute together.
It’s weird how I have now interacted with almost all of the people I was writing about in the beginning of this ridiculous little montage. It’s like life—we’re all interrelated in some way. I think that’s fabulous. It’s the whole six degrees thing. I know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows Brad Pitt. I do not particularly care about Brad Pitt, but Greg does, so this association could make him happy.
I think Crocs are such silly shoes. They look super cute on babies and toddlers though. Perhaps my children will wear Crocs. I am so excited about the prospect of getting married and having a family. I think it’ll be so much fun. Hopefully by then I’m mature enough to take both advancements seriously rather than pretending like I’m playing house. I loved playing house when I was younger. My preschool boyfriends got very used to playing house every day before school, at school, and after school.
What lucky kids those boys were. Not.
I wish writing essays for school was as easy as writing random thoughts and observations. If that were true I would be almost done with my humanities essay which needs to be at least three pages by Tuesday. It is currently less than 0 pages. I say “less than 0” because I haven’t even brainstormed for it yet. I’m such a failure. It’ll be good though. I’ll find some inspiration.
I have had the urge to listen to my old Avril Lavigne CDs for a couple days now. Why? I don’t know. It’s a strange urge to have at age 18 when the world is at my feet. I could be out traveling to exciting new places, meeting exciting new people, and learning new languages—but no. I would prefer to stay at home and listen to my old Avril Lavigne CDs. I love college.
Wouldn’t that be cool if someone read this blog and decided that I was this amazingly talented, innovative person whose thoughts and ideas could change the world, and they paid me millions of dollars to go sit in various random public locations to watch people and ponder the ways of the world? I think I would quite like that. My odds are probably pretty good too, considering all the ridiculous things people are paid to do nowadays. Unlike some of the random weird people in reality tv shows, I will not flash people. I will make my money and claim my fame honestly and conservatively with my top ON, thank you very much. ♥
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Recap of my week...
Monday: I went to the fair in the park on campus to check out all of the sororities that I will be rushing (beginning tomorrow). I narrowed my prospective list from 8 to 5 in a mere 20 minutes. One of them (I'll refrain from using their name) was just psycho. Each sorority is responsible for putting their top 3 members in the booth to recruit girls-- if these three girls were that sorority's top 3 I feel sad for them. These girls were weird, I honestly thought one as a trekkie and they all looked like they hadn't done any form of grooming in weeks. That statement was my mean quota for the day. It just had to be said. I backed away slowly (but not smoothly, I hit my head on one of their Greek letters on my way out) and pretended to get a phone call.
That night I met up with Danielbeast at the ARC for a big Late Night thing which I ended up leaving after about a half an hour. I did, however, meet a lot of the boys from the Jewish fraternity that are trying with all their might to recruit Danielbeast. They're nice and they really like me :)
After leaving the ARC I went to karaoke as I have done for the past 4 or 5 Mondays, but this time was different. I finally got up the courage to sing! BY MYSELF! People got up and sang and danced and swayed and totally got into it so I was really stoked :))))))
Tuesday: don't remember.
Wednesday: don't remember.
Thursday: First day of school! Parking is miserable, but hey, it's a commuter school-- I should've expected it. I have to park on the OPPOSITE side of campus from where my classes are, but I'm hoping it will prevent the whole Freshmen 15 thing from getting me within its horrible, chubby, stereotypical grasp. I also went to a recruitment meeting and watched The Office tonight. PB & J forever. It's about darn time!
Friday-Monday: Rush!
♥♥♥
That night I met up with Danielbeast at the ARC for a big Late Night thing which I ended up leaving after about a half an hour. I did, however, meet a lot of the boys from the Jewish fraternity that are trying with all their might to recruit Danielbeast. They're nice and they really like me :)
After leaving the ARC I went to karaoke as I have done for the past 4 or 5 Mondays, but this time was different. I finally got up the courage to sing! BY MYSELF! People got up and sang and danced and swayed and totally got into it so I was really stoked :))))))
Tuesday: don't remember.
Wednesday: don't remember.
Thursday: First day of school! Parking is miserable, but hey, it's a commuter school-- I should've expected it. I have to park on the OPPOSITE side of campus from where my classes are, but I'm hoping it will prevent the whole Freshmen 15 thing from getting me within its horrible, chubby, stereotypical grasp. I also went to a recruitment meeting and watched The Office tonight. PB & J forever. It's about darn time!
Friday-Monday: Rush!
♥♥♥
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Shopping!
So I went shopping today and got some really cute stuff! I got two longish top/dresses that I plan to wear with leggings and a belt. Do you care? Perhaps not. But that could be because you're jealous that I bought cute new clothes and you didn't. BUT YOU CAN! I was perusing the H&M website so that I could post pictures of the clothes I got but I couldn't figure out how to just look at clothes... I ended up making my own virtual model and it's super fun. You make the model to have your body style, hair style, face style, EVERYTHING and you try clothes on her to see how it looks. If you're bored or don't want to take the time to go try things on, I definitely recommend it. Check it out!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
More sap than a Maple tree
After talking to a few people at work tonight about high school I came to realize just how amazing my high school experience was.
First of all, I had the most solid close circle of friends, plus a lot of casual ones. My close inner circle included Deannie, Alli, and Lindsey-- three of the most amazing friends and people ever. One was a four year varsity softball player, talented saxophonist, and one of the funniest girls I've ever met. Another was a beyond talented performer; whether she was singing with the top singing group at our school or dancing in one of the many shows she was in, she stood out like no other. The last of the three was a total animal lover, adopting her science teacher's frogs and looking for any opportunity to take another science class to put forth for credit to become an animal trainer. All three of them are amazing listeners (and talkers), hard workers, and entirely devoted friends. I think in a way we take our friends for granted, but I am SO grateful to have had all three of them all four years of high school (and two of them since age 5!), it wouldn't have been the same without them.
I also realized that the activities I chose to participate in really shaped who I've become. I did color guard for the first two years which really taught me about discipline, hard work, and dedication. Cheer taught me that you can love a person, but hate their drama. It turns out even Link Crew was worth something! I discovered that the people that bring you into a new environment and show you the ropes really can have an effect on the way you approach your new surroundings. Journalism taught me everything I needed to know in order to choose my potential career path-- I learned so much in my time in journalism I can't begin to write it all out.
Basically high school was amazing! I feel fully prepared to head into college and learn more. I know how to deal with people and situations that I could never have without my high school experiences. Who would have thought I would appreciate high school so much after an extended summer away from it?
I'm starting a new diet I think. Not like a crash diet. In fact, it's not even because I feel like I need to lose weight, I just want to see if I have the will power to cut out certain wonderful (but unhealthy) foods. I haven't worked out the details quite yet... but I'll post the rules when I set them.
First of all, I had the most solid close circle of friends, plus a lot of casual ones. My close inner circle included Deannie, Alli, and Lindsey-- three of the most amazing friends and people ever. One was a four year varsity softball player, talented saxophonist, and one of the funniest girls I've ever met. Another was a beyond talented performer; whether she was singing with the top singing group at our school or dancing in one of the many shows she was in, she stood out like no other. The last of the three was a total animal lover, adopting her science teacher's frogs and looking for any opportunity to take another science class to put forth for credit to become an animal trainer. All three of them are amazing listeners (and talkers), hard workers, and entirely devoted friends. I think in a way we take our friends for granted, but I am SO grateful to have had all three of them all four years of high school (and two of them since age 5!), it wouldn't have been the same without them.
I also realized that the activities I chose to participate in really shaped who I've become. I did color guard for the first two years which really taught me about discipline, hard work, and dedication. Cheer taught me that you can love a person, but hate their drama. It turns out even Link Crew was worth something! I discovered that the people that bring you into a new environment and show you the ropes really can have an effect on the way you approach your new surroundings. Journalism taught me everything I needed to know in order to choose my potential career path-- I learned so much in my time in journalism I can't begin to write it all out.
Basically high school was amazing! I feel fully prepared to head into college and learn more. I know how to deal with people and situations that I could never have without my high school experiences. Who would have thought I would appreciate high school so much after an extended summer away from it?
I'm starting a new diet I think. Not like a crash diet. In fact, it's not even because I feel like I need to lose weight, I just want to see if I have the will power to cut out certain wonderful (but unhealthy) foods. I haven't worked out the details quite yet... but I'll post the rules when I set them.
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