Wednesday, June 07, 2006
blogging bc irenes lj reminded me to.
and we're bringing the word PEE into everyone's vocab bc i think poo and its multiple variations (ie poop) are overly used and overrated.
PEE
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
FREAKOUT! Today was slightly traumatic.
I'm cruising down los osos valley road on the way to work and I notice that my car seems to wanting to speed, so I keep pushing on my breaks bc now I'm getting pretty dangerously close to the little honda in front of me, and it's taking a lot of me to slow the car down. And I cant figure out whats going on, like I can feel the car accelerating...but on its own? By Diablo I realize my car is pretty much accelerating on its own but I can't find a place to pull over and now I'm coming towards the Foothill turn. It literally took my whole body slamming down on the brakes to slow it down to barely 45 to take the corner turn. I pulled off to the shoulder slamming my body against the brakes and I keep putting on and bc I'm freaking out and I'm a girl I try to put my car in park which of course angers it and it starts revving and freaking out so putting it back in drive it lurches (check the asphalt marks man) foward, I pull the ebrake as far as I could and then finally yank my keys out while the car's in drive. The jolty stop nearly gave me a heart attack. I immediately go into panic attack mode, call matt to pick me up and dial my dad's looking for my brother. Anyhoo, if it hadnt been that touristy girl who pulled over across from me asking for directions to Poly, I pretty much would have lost it. Anyhoo after pulling myself together and telling her to turn around, Matt pulls up behind me. He tries my car and the angry beast starts revving again. Turns it off. Flips the hood and finds that a corner part of a clamp or something had melted/fell off and wedged itself behind my accelerator. Bastard. Anyhoo, after the mystery piece falls to the ground my lil car is back to its peachy self. But seriously, I was soo freaken scared, as Matt says its like in the movies with the runaway bus except it was me and my runaway infiniti. Needless to say Matt had to drive me to work bc I was so anxious that I started crying. Yea, I'm a pansy like that.
The end.
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I had my second ASI interview today. It went ok. The first one in which I was reviewed by a committee (of my peers/friends too!) was on friday and I felt a lot more comfortable then. Which was suprising bc going into the interview and during it, it felt really weird bc kim, heather and rae were all there and it was awkward having your peers interview you. but i guess it went well bc i had the second interview today which was just ok. It was meant to be informal and a "get to know you" sorta thing witht he HR coordinator but I went into it not knowing that and feeling sorta rigid. A lot of the time I felt i was trying to say the right things and not really be my more casual self. Oh well, good experiences though. The first one was more structured than I anticipated and this one was more informal. Go in expecting nothing!
I started the book for the multicultural psych class I am taking and am in love with it. I actually have heard about it before it became popular at poly (since all freshman had to read the book during WOW bc the author came to speak to poly ) through various recommendations but sorta felt eh about it. Already through the first 100 pages today (which testifies to how much I cant drop em) and I've been moved to almost tears. Lame huh?
@iesec meeting. cya
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Friday, January 06, 2006
oh man i've been watching too much vh1
still feeling sick with the whole scratchy coughy throat thingy. anyhoo, tonight matt and i went to one our fave restaurants, and i swear our waitress must have been stoned or something. she was soo ditzy and so off that it was laughable had we not been so hungry. and she was an older married woman too. not that older people dont get high (bc we all know a much loved professor...). for example, like i asked her about the special thai catfish and she looked at me blankly before replying yea we still have it (pointing to the sign i was just referencing) then another awkward pause, oh it has this and this is soo good you should get it (in which i did); and i ordered a glass of wine that she never got even tho she asked me like 3 times; food was unsually slow; brought me a weird salad instead of my catfish then insisted i eat it so i dont starve only to take it away; and the whole time she looked really lost and confused as though she didnt know why she was working. the table next to us was pissed. they got there a little after us and didnt get their food until we were about done eating and this was after our food mess up and after the hostess/mgr came to the rescue getting my wine and rushing our food out. so yea, it was pretty comical. It was made a lot better by the fact that the hostess notice that there was problems without anyone saying it, you could tell bc she would walk by to observe who was eating and who was waiting and yada. it was a good tip since a) i work in food and b) just for any customer service type thing...anticipate your customers needs, look to see if they need help bc even tho matt and i talked about it, i doubt we would have said anything had nothing been done to make the situation better. Plus we got 50% off! hot shit man.
my life is boring. and a i bought a kathy van zeeland bag that i'm not sure i really want...oh geez
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Monday, January 02, 2006
HAPPY 2006!
i'm totally bummed that school starts tomorrow. like i can't even believe it, maybe it'll hit me when i'm sitting in my useless class tomorrow...man i hope i get into personality so i only have to go to school 2 days a week! how cool would that be?
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Thursday, December 29, 2005
this break is going to be the end of me. ive been eating like crazy bc since my mom took the whole week off she's actually had time to cook (versus her usual ordering of vietnamese take out...nasty) and i loooove my mom's cooking. catfish in a stew and fried up yum-oh! and her flan is soo good, i got the recipe but can i make it? anyhoo, the belly has definately grown a notch or two
ive been so lazy this break. which is good. but today i sat down for 2 hrs, though only 1.5 were real working hours, to work on the handbook and i am seriously feeling fucked. the last meeting i had, which lets be honest was nearly 2 mos ago, i felt like oh man am i ahead of the game. i had read through most of thepolicies, had the mandaotry ones written and was feeling awesome. Today I just sat and started typing in a lot of their extra written policies and have barely made a dent. and i'm suppose to meet with her when? im going to try to plow through a lot on monday and tuesday after class (egad, i cant believe its classes again dble fuqshit) and hopefully try to set a meeting as far away in time as possible. i'm thinking maybe the 2nd friday...seem reasonable no?
anyhoo, i havent done half of the things ive wanted to do. who seriously starts a break with a to-do list? but i havent seen all the friends that ive wanted to see or done all the "exciting" things i want to do...but i am realizing that there isnt a whole lot to do when you have no money! i think it comes from my lack of imagination or remembrance of what people actually do when they get together. Like when i think about it, all the times i go out are centered around food and when youre not eating then what do you do? no seriously. my whole social life revolves around food and now i am at a loss as what else to do. sounds pretty sad when i say it aloud.
ooh i wanted to get some sleep
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
I always mean to start continually writing in this blog but i always forget or become too lazy to piece the words together (which is quite a shame bc a lot of times I have such great thoughts that have sadly been forgotten)
Anyways, I am trying to use my 8 days off in the most productive manner. No, I am not finally doing the job that I am paid (or will be paid) for and completing that employee handbook but rather I am spending a lot of my time cataloging the bazillion digital camera pics that I take so I can neatly burn then to disc and erase the 1.5g of picture memory. In doing that it reminded me of how I wanted to save a copy of all my journals and that meant going back and copying all old blog posts. Of course I am an organization freak (case in point, the reason why it has taken me so long to cataogue and burn my pics is bc I had to organized them into monthly folders depicting events and then labeling each picture itself...i know ANAL) I am copying each post individually since blogger doesnt put blogs in the same order that I do (oldest to newest). Anyhoo, in all that copying (much still lef tto do) I started to reread a lot of my past entries. It made me miss how often I would commit my thoughts to writing and even though much of the dialogue was trivial and superficial, in my respects I feel it really captures my life at that moment. My life isnt filled of great exciting moments but ratehr is the culmination of many little superficial stories. The bluntness and lack of prepared thought (take that younger me!) surprisingly depicts very accurately how I was then and even nowish. At times I seemed happy go lucky, miss pie in the sky and other times I seemed overdone and over staged. And that really is how I am.
I miss having something chronicle my life. I feel like my life has been so busy that its been easy to negelct commiting it to writing. But I dont want to skip over all the things I am doing especially now since I am approaching a very pinnacle point in my life. I love being able to reminsce in my blogs and relieve childish and naive moments. Lame as it may be, I enjoy walking the paths over again.
With that aside, the true star of tonight is my friends. Namely Johne and Tiffany. Through out the tense moments in highschool and the trivial pettyness, those two have stuck by me. To no other people can I really share my thoughts and insecurities and really feel ok to seek out others advice while divulging deep rooted problems. (To set the record straight, I'm not just talking about oh so deep dark secrets but rather things that constantly nag you that you always ignore but then secretly fret about to the point wher eyou cannot contain this fretting of an ignored problem...did you follow that?). They sit in cars with me listening to me go on and on and then give me much solicited advice. Their opinions truly mean something to me and I regard them highly. And sometimes in the lonliness that I have in San Luis, I forget the great friends that I have. I'm almost ashamed that I have to remind myself that it doesnt matter to have gazillion friends if you dont have the special few to share long car rides with or emergency advice phonecalls at 1am.
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