"Don't wake me...

...I plan on sleeping in." I think The Postal Service wrote that song just for me. I love to sleep. Today (Wednesday) was the first day since Friday that I've had to be up early for work. So, all weekend I've enjoyed harmonious sleep. "Sleeping in" to me requires that I sleep past 9:00, but usually when I have the opportunity, I sleep as late as possible. Saturday I slept in til 11, Sunday till noon, and Monday till 1. Notice a trend? :) I love my life. Monday was amazing because I didn't have work (thank you Mr. President) so I stayed in my pajamas all day watching Nip/Tuck season 1, playing on my new ibook, and eating yummy food with Timo. He surprised me with these really pretty earrings that I told him I liked in a magazine a few weeks ago. It's thoughtful things like this that make me like him so much.

For Valentines Day he had me over to his house, and he answered the door dressed up in a shirt and tie, with candles lit all over his apartment. He was cooking dinner, and had the table set, and offered me some wine. It was the cutest thing ever. No one has ever put so much effort into making a sweet Vday for me. Thanks Tim! This weekend should be pretty fun. Sejal is coming from San Jose, and we always have a great time going out with her. Tim also might be having a friend come visit, this time a better one ;) It's Mardi Gras, so we are going downtown to show our boobies...just kidding. Mardi Gras 2003 is when Helya first corrupted me...but that's a good thing because I was a lame-ass prude. Thanks to her I am no longer with Adam (woot!), and I enjoy being social with my friends! She's my hero. So, it's our anniversary, and we are going to break out the vodka and skittles with a side of hookah. Friday will be just what I need after last weekend's debaucle.

My favorite things right now:

• Starbucks Hazelnut Mochas
• Tim's down comforter
• My new earrings
• Cuddling with Rachel while watching Grey's Anatomy
• Nip/Tuck
• my ibook
• my future wedding dress
• listening to Tim talk (Crazy!!)
  
• sleeping in
  

Aye Dios Mio!

Above all, mind what you say. "Behold how much wood is kindled by how small a fire, and the tongue is a fire" - that's the truth.

I made the mistake of overeacting to a situation that was really not a big deal. There were some valid reasons for me to be upset, but overall, I turned something simple into a huge, huge, embarrasing, unnecessary battle. I don't think I've ever been a true bitch to someone who I met for the first time before last night. Again, there were plenty of reasons for me to be bitchy, but my personality rarely includes actually becoming a bitch to new people outloud. (I say new people, because my friends all know I definitely know how to be bitchy). Also, I don't think I've ever been in such a crazy, pointless yelling match with a boyfriend. It really sucks, and I really don't like drama. My mom even said tonight, "this is what you were afraid of: relationships with drama." Yuck. I usually try to stay away from drama that stems from jealousy or bitterness, but for some reason, this time I could NOT stop myself for the love of god! I need to learn how to shut my mouth, but even more, I wish there were a way to get my brain cleansed of all the nasty things that were going through my mind the past couple of days. I mean, really, I imagined all sorts of wild things, and the sad part is, I believed they could actually happen. I am psychotic and I think I need to be checked in. Rachel said tonight, "it's worse when you usually aren't the type to flip out about stuff involving boyfriends, so when you do, it's like you can't control yourself, and it just turns into a huge mess!" She is completely right. Hopefully I got it all out of my system, so I never have to go insane again. Hmph. Thank GOD for Saturday. Time for a little romance.

So with this, I leave you with my daily horoscope which was surprisingly dead on.

Hopefully, you've gotten over the urge to lose your cool and do something crazy, because with the kind of conscience you tote around, it would never work: You'd turn yourself in and apologize in three hours or less. No, you may be fiery, but you know when to call it quits, and it's time. Besides, it's the weekend, and it's time to have fun -- which just so happens to be your specialty.

One more thing...to all the "visitors" out there, pease don't be rude. Stay with someone else if it feels like you are causing problems...and when you know people have plans the next day, get your ass out of bed, and don't overstay your welcome. Thanks.

I am a Believer

There are really no words to convey my experience seeing the Coldplay concert with Rachel last week, but it was

"amazingextrodinaryincrediblesexysensationalastoundingbreathtaking" ;)

First of all, our seats were FABULOUS. I think my eyes popped out of my head and I had to catch my breath when we found out how close we were. We could see that Chris Martin's black pants weren't the same shade of black as his shirt (shame on him), and we could see the sweat dripping off his face, and we knew the guitarist was married because we could see his wedding ring. Pinch me, because I think I am dreaming!

The entire concert was a big exciting blur, partly because I was pretty much in shock the entire time--I mean come on, COLDPLAY, my favorite band of all time, was 20 feet in front of me--all I could do was sing and scream and jump up and down and dance and squeeze Rachel! But also, we were second hand high, which did not help my memory of what songs had been played. I don't even remember Chris singing my favorite song, A Message. :( Stupid pot smokers.

I <3 yellow balls with gold confetti. Enough said.

I DO, however, remember Clocks. Holy shit. Clocks was the most incredible performance I have ever witnessed. I think I had a "concertgasm" (thanks Rach). Chris danced around stage and crawled on the ground, and the lights went crazy, and my heart beat and melted and aaaahhhh I could die happy. Next time you see me, I'll do Chris' crazy dance. Rachel will too.

Okay, so it was the best concert I've ever seen, but WAIT, what about the encore?!?!?! Let me just say, tears almost streamed down my face as Fix You came on. Probably the most beautiful song ever, and I can act out the whole performance, right Tim? (first he sits soulfully at the piano, then...wait for it...wait for it.......then he swings the light!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Tears stream down your face!!!!!!) I have an idea readers! Go to your itunes. Click on "Fix You", and go ahead to about 3 minutes into the song...listen to the music build up, then imagine Chris standing in the middle of a dark stage with a single lantern hanging from the ceiling, and then the song climaxes, and he takes the lantern and throws it out and it swings around in circles and it just captures all the feeling and all the love of his glorious music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, sorry, I just think Coldplay was the most incredible concert ever, and I am a tad psycho about it. Thanks Rachel for the best birthday/graduation/Christmas gift in the whole world, and I couldn't imagine seeing it with anyone else. Coldplay is our new religion.

We are believers.

I'll leave you with my theme song (note picture):

"The Scientist"

Come up to meet you

Tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Let’s go back to the start

Runnin’ in circles
Comin' up tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Aww take me back to the start

I was just guessin’
At numbers and figures
Pullin’ the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh when I rush to the start

Runnin’ in circles
Chasin’ tails
Comin’ back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m goin’ back to the start

Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo

I HATE the Dentist!

I am NEVER going to the dentist again. Today I got my first cavity filled, and it was the worst experience of my entire life. I'm not even kidding. First of all, I've never had this done before, so I expected a little more explanation of what was going to happen, but all I got was a big needle stuck in the back of my mouth. Lovely. It was the most painful thing I have ever felt. So, the dentist leaves the room saying it will take a few minutes to kick in. Thirty seconds later, I break into a sweat, get dizzy, and my left eye goes blurry. The next thing I know, I am slouched down in the chair trying to regain consciousness before the dentist comes back. I wipe off my brow, and pretend to read a magazine. He comes in to see if I am numb enough, and as luck would have it, I am not. He sticks the needle back in my mouth for round two, and oww! Asshole. This time I don't pass out, but now my entire face is numb, I want to cry, and the assistant is trying to talk to me, but all I want to say is shut the hell up. The dentist comes back a few minutes later, finally ready to invade my mouth with his drill. This scares me. As he is drilling, I start to taste the smoke and pieces of who-knows-what, and it hurts!!! I squirm, moan, and wince, and he notices and stops what he is doing. He looks up at his assistant, scolding her, "I thought you said she was numb!!!" - like its her fault he's an asshole. So, he takes out all four of his power tools and proceeds to give me a third shot. Are you kidding me?! Okay, so we're back in the mouth now to finish up the job, and all I want to do is yell, hurry the fuck up! Get your metal out of my pretty mouth! And the sound. The sound was excruciating! It scared me shitless! It was almost worst than the pain! I kept listening to the screeching and imagining what it would feel like if I weren't numb. The sound was going to hurt me! So he keeps poking, drilling, cleaning, smoothing, sanding, more drilling, sucking, poking, heating, poking, almost done! Liar! Ten minutes later he is finally finished and all he can say is, "that was a bad one. You better not eat until that numbness goes away, probably three hours." What a dick. Excuse me, but next time could you please be a little bit nicer? Do me a favor and try to inject enough novocaine the FIRST time. Tell me I'm going to be alright while you are welding away at my teeth. And, for the love of God, NEVER tell a girl she isn't allowed to eat. Fucker! So, now its three hours later and I am STARVING. My cheek is numb, my chin is numb, and I can't feel half of my tongue. I tried having some water, but it just dribbled down my chin, like I'm a freaking geriatric. Nice. Real nice. As for all my friends who said it wouldn't hurt...screw you. Next time I say I need someone to hold my hand at the dentist's office, I mean it! When I get my teeth cleaned, I'm dragging someone's ass down there to hold my hand. Don't think I'm joking. Rachel-I know you empathize with me-I'm right here with you girl...I'll hold your hand any time you need it...and I'll blot your tears. For everyone else out there, brush your teeth! Now! Go do it! Hurry! I wouldn't wish this upon my most hated enemies.

Now, get me some food damnit.

And a margarita.

WORST 10

Why did I decide to embarrass myself and post incredibly lousy pictures of myself (and my friends-hahahaha suckers!*) for everyone to see? In hopes of making you laugh, of course!! These ten photos are the the ugliest, weirdest, and most freakish pictures you will ever come across on this blog. Now you can see a part of me that I usually like to keep locked away in the depths of My Documents. Enjoy, giggle, make fun of me, but please, I beg you, don't stop being my friend (or anyone else pictured here). :)

In order of least bad, to delete-NOW-and-empty-the-recycle-bin-HURRY!

"Helya, you're beautiful."

"Hi, we're relatives of Bozo the Clown, and we're here for the party."

"You chopped off my head!"

"Don't eat me!"

I'm pregnant, and her name is Smirnoff.

I don't even know what to write here.

Can you see the hangy ball thing? I can. Click to enlarge and die.

Be a friend and cut them off. WTF!?

Whoever decided it was okay to take this photo needs to put down their drink.

and the #1 worst photo of 2005:

They let me out on a day pass.

* if anyone posted here would like to be removed, please leave a comment. I am sure I can find a substitute-my computer is full of nasties.

Best of 2005

I dedicate this post to the best twenty three photos of 2005. Laugh, remember, but most of all...enjoy! (click to enlarge)

*Thanks Rachel for helping me decide among our millions!

2006

Welcome to my new blog! I haven't written in a while, but I wanted to start the new year out with a fresh look, and new site! This blog is now the centerpiece for my life as a 23 year old graduate. Hopefully I will still have a life, and be able to write about some great experiences in either the working world, or in my lovely countless homework free evenings.

Just a little recap since graduation: I was forced directly into work on Monday morning after graduation weekend. From there, I worked 9 days in a row, everyone left town, and I flew home after a lonely birthday at work. LIFE SUCKED! I immediately regreted my decision to graduate!

Home was well...home, but I had a fantastic time with my mom shopping and running errands. Christmas was interesting, but whatever...at least my mom didn't have to work this year. I also got sex and the city, season 6, which I finished watching today since my work was cancelled due to a power outage from the weather! WOOT!

New Years in San Francisco was fabulous! Rachel, Tim and I went down Thursday afternoon and took a gander around Golden Gate park, where we were offered some good herb several times in just a few minutes. It was rather amusing. We met up with Kara at her quaint little studio, and went out to dinner at Union Square by the big Christmas tree! We couldn't get into Cheesecake Factory (BOO!) so we went to some Diner, and then just went home. Friday, we ventured out shopping while Tim met up with a friend in Oakland. It was very rainy, but we still managed to have fun. Friday night, we got drunk around 5pm, and rode the Muni downtown, and walked a bajillion blocks to dinner at Gordon Bierch. Kara was extremely belligerant, and entertained us all. :) Afterward, we got picked up by Raul (Mr. Big's driver) and he drove us to another bar. Kara forgot her ID so they wouldn't let her in. She took a taxi home to get it, while we waited in another bar for her to return. While Kara was puking in the cab, we were losing the height of our rage (at 9pm-we are losers.) So...we walked about 30 blocks downtown to the nearest Muni, and waited about 3 years until the N train came. It was the slowest freaking train ever and stopped for 15 minutes at each stop, then broke twice, and I was freezing, wet, and I wanted to die. YAY. Saturday we slept in and then Tim and I went down to Pier 39 and had lunch at Bubba Gumps. It was tasty, and I got a photo with Forrest Gump. Remember Tim, it's not the size that matters, its how tough she is! HAHA, yay Forrest! :) Saturday night, we got fancy and took the Muni downtown to GlasKat. We got tickets for the open bar there, and had an hour to guzzle down drinks so that we wouldn't have to pay anything all night. Lucky for me, it only took 1.5 drinks to get me pretty much wasted. From then on, the pictures tell the story.

So, its back to work now. Ugg...but hey..I don't have school tomorrow, and therefore I don't have any sorrow in my pinhole. Sorry kids, let me know if you need any homework help! I'm off to the store, because I'm trying to become domestic. God, I'm old...old and FABULOUS!!!!!!!