currently listening to jack johnson's "better together"...i fucking love that song..
so anyway, my thursday was hellish...my boss comes to me and hands me this box that she wants me to go over and the box is huge....like big...anyway, she's like, "we have to get this thing looked at by tomorrow." i look at her and is like, "seriously?"
honestly, for me to complete that project, it would have taken me and my co-worker at least 2 days to complete and she tells me this at like 1 pm in the afternoon and i normally leave work at 4 pm...so i get beyond annoyed and enraged...i guess i'm not a procrastinator and i hate working on a project when i'm not given enough time...so around 4 pm, i go to my boss and basically tell her it's not gonna happen...she looks at me and is like, "can u work on it for another hour?" i'm thinking to myself, what does that accomplish? basically nothing cause i would seriously need another 20 hours to complete the project...it was total bullshit so i was all upset cause it was my thursday and i just wanted to go home...i'm obviously not a team player...so i stay for another hour and then leave...
i get home and have a cow with my fiance...he knows what he did or rather, what he didn't do...i can't really disclose that information...but anyway, after 6 hours of him apologizing, all was forgiven...
so my thursday was pretty bad...i know...woe is me...
my friday was a billion times better...i head to starbucks in the morning for some iced tea...so i get a venti sweetened black iced tea cause i didn't wanna fork the money for a black iced tea lemonade...so as i'm about to hand over my card, the barista guy says to me, "don't worry about it." i was like, "seriously?" that totally made my day...especially after such a devastating thursday...i swear, it must have been my coke bottles, my oversized ucla sweatpants i was wearing, or my brand new $15 haircut...well, whatever it was, thanks for the iced tea barista dude!!! ...then again, maybe he gave it to me cause i looked like a homeless person and pitied me...well, whatever the reason, i just saved myself $2...it's awesome..i knew in my heart that it was going to be the beginning of a beautiful day....
i then head over to my mom's house to get laundry done and hang out with my sister, N. i went with her for her lasik follow-up appointment and then she went to get her hair straightened out permanently at some korean beauty shop...getting her hair straightened was like $240 with tip...i was like, holy shit...that's craploads of money...but she looks good...so it's all good...
we then grabbed some thai food where she got pad thai and i opted for the house boat noodles...i swear, that stuff is sooooo good...it's got liver, beef balls, and tripe in it...totally delish...
we came home and our relatives from texas had stopped by...one of my cousins brought her two kids...she's 36 and has two adorable kids...seriously made me think i wanted a child...that's how cute they were...my mom had gotten them candy and i looked at my mom and was like, "mom...if i ever have kids, please don't feed them candy." i swear, that's soooo disgusting...i know, i'm a hypocrite cause i love love candy but i can't imagine giving my child something that will rot their teeth...yes, i'm gonna make the best mom ever...
i then finished doing my laundry and went home...
i began to clean and then ended up hitting chan dara with one of my bridesman for dinner...
so i meet "A" out...so we're sitting there and the waitress begins to inform us how she didn't do well on her political science test and A tells me she's going to school to be a designer...she says stuff like, "yeah..on the test, they asked me about nixon and i don't know what that is." and A proceeds to tell her to like pick the letter "A" as the answer choice...and then she's like, "yeah...we had to figure out who saved who" and A was like, "just put down james bond cause he saves people" and our waitress was like, "really? ...no really?" and giggles and i look at A and was like, "i don't think she thinks you're joking." she then later comes back and was like, "did u know Rachel [names have been changed] is going to florida? like she just left." i'm like, thinking to myself, that's interesting...like really. and then the waitress and A spends like fifteen minutes talking about her co-worker who left for florida...i was like, i don't think i could ever waitress at chan dara...for one thing, i don't have the cutesy look nor apparently, have interesting stories to tell my clients...i mean, patrons, i mean customers...
another really hot waitress comes over and tells us how she'll be hitting japan and thailand...she informs us how she'll be hitting vegas to catch some rock band and tells us we should go to...A is down and she tells me i should come...i'm like, "no." i swear, i should have just said yes even if i wasn't gonna go....what the fuck is wrong with me???? cause of course the next ten minutes is spent, "why don't u wanna party with us?"
so A and i finally get to catch up in person...A seriously had two bites of his food so there was a billion leftovers which he didn't want to take with him so i was like, "i'll take it." it'll save me from cooking for the rest of the week...it's great...he then walks me to my car where we see some guy pissing next to his car....i swear, greatest nite ever...
i then decide to drive A back to his car...so he opens my car door and scrapes the bottom of the door on the concrete sidewalk...he attempts to pet the bottom of the door cause u know, that will take off the scrape that he has just caused on the car door...i laugh...luckily for him, i'm not in love with my car or else i would have had a cow....
so i drop A back to his car and go home...put fresh sheets on my bed and watch the ending of sex and the city on the CW....i swear, the perfect ending to a fabulous day...like seriously....xoox....
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
confession...i shopped at jcPenney
after work today, i stopped by jcPenney cause i was flipping thru their ad today and saw hair spray for like half off...so i was like, whoa...that's cheap...gotta get me some of that...
so anyway, i enter jc Penney and the next thing i know, i find myself buying their clothes...i was like...what? huh? i'm a bloomies girl...what am i doing buying clothes at jc Penney?...this is where the lower middle class shop...and yes, i am lower middle class but i obviously like to live beyond my means...i mean, if it's not from bloomies, i will usually not purchase it...why? cause i'm a label whore...well, to be quite honest, an ex-label whore...i'm an ex-shopaholic...ever since my paycheck at work got cut cause the economy sux ass, i've been having to learn not to spend so much...i have to admit...it totally sucks...
so at jcPenney, i buy this shirt for $7.50 and this super cute jersey dress for $7.50 cause they have this thing where if u buy something on clearance, u get the second item for like 50% off...i'm like, wtf is this? bloomies never has sales like this...i was like, this is totally nuts...honestly, the items i got looked very juicy couturish...i was quite proud of myself...
so yes...i now am a jcPenney shopper...there i said it...it's all good...i actually can't wait to sport my new duds out...i'm gonna look oh sooo cute...i'm soo sure...
so anyway, before hitting, apparently my new favorite store [jcPenney], i had to go get my flowers for my wedding taken care of...i had gotten a phone call from my florist saying that they will be closing shop next month due to the crappy economy so of course i freak out...i'm like, craps...i need my flowers!!! so anyway, i hit another floral shop and managed to actually get my flowers for cheaper than the previous floral shop...i totally scored today...cheap flowers for my wedding and cheap new clothes!!! it's been one productive day...
tomorrow will be spent getting laundry done, driving my sister to get lasik, and chilling out with my fiance before he has to head off to chicago for a week...oh yeah, we have a wedding to hit on saturday which i'm totally psyched about...it's gonna kinda suck cause we're gonna be forced to leave the wedding early cause my fiance has an 11 pm flight to catch...i totally wanna stay for the wedding...oh wells...
wow...i think this is officially the most boring blog i've written up to date...i swear, this is the kinda shit that happens when you're in a happy normal relationship and there's no drama to write about...
i bet once i ever have a kid, my blogs are gonna go like this:
today, i fed my kid...and he pooped, and then i bathed him. the end.
xoxxo...
so anyway, i enter jc Penney and the next thing i know, i find myself buying their clothes...i was like...what? huh? i'm a bloomies girl...what am i doing buying clothes at jc Penney?...this is where the lower middle class shop...and yes, i am lower middle class but i obviously like to live beyond my means...i mean, if it's not from bloomies, i will usually not purchase it...why? cause i'm a label whore...well, to be quite honest, an ex-label whore...i'm an ex-shopaholic...ever since my paycheck at work got cut cause the economy sux ass, i've been having to learn not to spend so much...i have to admit...it totally sucks...
so at jcPenney, i buy this shirt for $7.50 and this super cute jersey dress for $7.50 cause they have this thing where if u buy something on clearance, u get the second item for like 50% off...i'm like, wtf is this? bloomies never has sales like this...i was like, this is totally nuts...honestly, the items i got looked very juicy couturish...i was quite proud of myself...
so yes...i now am a jcPenney shopper...there i said it...it's all good...i actually can't wait to sport my new duds out...i'm gonna look oh sooo cute...i'm soo sure...
so anyway, before hitting, apparently my new favorite store [jcPenney], i had to go get my flowers for my wedding taken care of...i had gotten a phone call from my florist saying that they will be closing shop next month due to the crappy economy so of course i freak out...i'm like, craps...i need my flowers!!! so anyway, i hit another floral shop and managed to actually get my flowers for cheaper than the previous floral shop...i totally scored today...cheap flowers for my wedding and cheap new clothes!!! it's been one productive day...
tomorrow will be spent getting laundry done, driving my sister to get lasik, and chilling out with my fiance before he has to head off to chicago for a week...oh yeah, we have a wedding to hit on saturday which i'm totally psyched about...it's gonna kinda suck cause we're gonna be forced to leave the wedding early cause my fiance has an 11 pm flight to catch...i totally wanna stay for the wedding...oh wells...
wow...i think this is officially the most boring blog i've written up to date...i swear, this is the kinda shit that happens when you're in a happy normal relationship and there's no drama to write about...
i bet once i ever have a kid, my blogs are gonna go like this:
today, i fed my kid...and he pooped, and then i bathed him. the end.
xoxxo...
week in review
last nite was spent having pork chops for dinner and watching 7 lbs. with my fiance...that movie was not bad but i didn't think it was that great...if i were to rename the movie, i'd prolly call it, "how to kill yourself with a jellyfish" or "hey, check it out...i'm a douchebag cause i was busy looking at my cellphone while driving so i ended up killing my wife in the process and now i'm gonna be even more selfish and like totally kill myself and give away my body parts because like that's supposed to make it better." i swear, why isn't the entertainment industry hiring me to name their movies? knock on my door people..i need a second job!!! wow...i sound really desperate...why? cause i am...
yeah..i hate it when movies are too fucking obvious...like seriously, 30 minutes into the movie, i was like, "let me guess...he's not really an IRS agent" and "let me guess, he fucking killed his wife"...and "let me guess...he's gonna kill himself and give away his body parts"...and "let me guess, after he dies, i'm supposed to feel like sad"...honestly, the movie was too cliche...i didn't know anything about the movie besides the fact that he was an IRS agent but it was too easy to guess what was gonna happen next...and btw...i HATE movies where i have to fucking guess what's gonna happen...it's like, dude, i paid for the movie...tell me how it's gonna be...i'm not here to think...so to make a long story short, i didn't feel sad after he like totally killed himself...i was like, dude...you're a total douchebag for like looking at your phone while driving...i told my fiance that if he fucking checks out google maps while driving and i'm in the car and i die, i'd hate him forever...but it really wouldn't matter, would it? i'd be fucking DEAD!!!
so last saturday, i catered a charity event for 200 people..it was fun...i swear, i love love doing catering events but it kinda sucked cause i ended up missing out on my sister's improv show...
sunday was spent grabbing dinner with the family for mother's day...my fiance was in tow cause he's now part of the family...
yesterday at work, i was mad crazy lusting over a cheeseburger and fries and opted to have a brownie for lunch instead...why? well, i figured i'd save myself like 500 calories if i split the brownies and did without the greasy burger and fries...it's good to know that i do have some self-control...sometimes...but by 3 pm, i was super mad hungry so i go to my co-worker's [who is actually my cousin] office and steal her snacks...i'm like, "btw...i'm eating your food...and it's good...i hope you don't mind" and i continue to stuff myself with the rest of her shortbread cookies and candied prunes...delish!!! my other co-worker says to me, "do u drink prune juice? u know it's a laxative, right?" and i'm like, "really? hmmm...i've never drank prune juice before but if it's a laxative, that sounds fabulous...." dude, is prune juice really a laxative? dude...i gotta stop..i am not gonna start consuming prune juice...although losing additional weight would be super great...maybe i can look as anorexic as those girls from beverly hills 90210...dude...i gotta grow up...i'm 30 years old and should be more concerned about like, u know, being healthy...
so anyway, at work, i'm looking at these medical notes and there's some info about what you're supposed to do after like giving birth...it says stupid crap like, "make sure u feed the baby every 1 1/2 to 2 hours"...and i'm like, "u fucking serious? how will i be able to sleep?" so i get home and i tell my fiance, "seriously, once you're ready to like wake up every two hours to feed a child, we can then think about having kids..i mean, one kid." and he's like, "so u want me to feed the kid although you'll be the one not having to go into work?" and i'm like, "yes...do u have a problem with that?" and he's like, "uh...no." i then said, "u realize that we can always adopt..u know.. a kid who is like five years old so we can bypass this breastfeeding crap and avoid me having mommy hips and stretch marks. honestly, it's a win win situation." my fiance is like, "no, i'll love u even if u look like that." and i'm like, "sure...say that now...even i won't love myself." part of me is afraid of not looking like a mother but also having post-partum depression...hello, my life as i've always known it will change...it's nuts...
oh yeah...and then i'm reading the side effects of having a c-section and the notes says stuff like, "the patient has been informed of bleeding, bowel issues, and infection." and i'm like, why don't they just tell us that we're just basically gonna be slaughtered and may not make it out alive? i mean, like seriously, when a doctor tells me this crap when i'm about to give birth, what am i gonna say? like, "seriously doctor...due to those potential side effects, can we just not deliver this baby? u know what? i've decided to just look pregnant like forever and keep this baby inside of me." ...like seriously....
honestly, i know i'm gonna prolly have like one kid but i seriously cannot imagine having more than one...i think it's too nuts...it's like, i used to want to have kids but the more i know about people who actually have kids, i don't think it's that glamorous...if anything, it's the opposite of glamorous and the whole labor thing definitely does not sound fun...and then women like develop all these crazy stuff like strange allergies or gestational diabetes or sun spots on your face, etc. etc...
yeah...like on mother's day, my mom was like, "why don't u guys have a kid after getting married." and i'm just like, "yeah...sure...mom, i can't even afford myself. how am i gonna like pay for a kid? like seriously." on top of that, my fiance may be heading to law school next year and i will NOT be a single mother.
okay...onto to bigger news...my wedding party is finally complete...i've got my maid of honor, my two bridesmaids, and finally, my two bridesMEN!!! it's totally awesome...my bridesmen are basically two really good guy friends i have...i've basically been waiting for my fiance to choose two groomsmen for the last two months and he's been having a hard time with it...so last week, i was like, "u realize our wedding is like in 3 fucking months!!! make a decision!!!"...i then gave him a couple more days and then was like, screw it, i'll just ask my friends...it actually ends up working out perfectly cause i know i'll prolly be a complete stress case on the day of the wedding so i would really need people who know me to handle my spasiness...
craps..i gotta get into work....until next time...xoxoxo....
yeah..i hate it when movies are too fucking obvious...like seriously, 30 minutes into the movie, i was like, "let me guess...he's not really an IRS agent" and "let me guess, he fucking killed his wife"...and "let me guess...he's gonna kill himself and give away his body parts"...and "let me guess, after he dies, i'm supposed to feel like sad"...honestly, the movie was too cliche...i didn't know anything about the movie besides the fact that he was an IRS agent but it was too easy to guess what was gonna happen next...and btw...i HATE movies where i have to fucking guess what's gonna happen...it's like, dude, i paid for the movie...tell me how it's gonna be...i'm not here to think...so to make a long story short, i didn't feel sad after he like totally killed himself...i was like, dude...you're a total douchebag for like looking at your phone while driving...i told my fiance that if he fucking checks out google maps while driving and i'm in the car and i die, i'd hate him forever...but it really wouldn't matter, would it? i'd be fucking DEAD!!!
so last saturday, i catered a charity event for 200 people..it was fun...i swear, i love love doing catering events but it kinda sucked cause i ended up missing out on my sister's improv show...
sunday was spent grabbing dinner with the family for mother's day...my fiance was in tow cause he's now part of the family...
yesterday at work, i was mad crazy lusting over a cheeseburger and fries and opted to have a brownie for lunch instead...why? well, i figured i'd save myself like 500 calories if i split the brownies and did without the greasy burger and fries...it's good to know that i do have some self-control...sometimes...but by 3 pm, i was super mad hungry so i go to my co-worker's [who is actually my cousin] office and steal her snacks...i'm like, "btw...i'm eating your food...and it's good...i hope you don't mind" and i continue to stuff myself with the rest of her shortbread cookies and candied prunes...delish!!! my other co-worker says to me, "do u drink prune juice? u know it's a laxative, right?" and i'm like, "really? hmmm...i've never drank prune juice before but if it's a laxative, that sounds fabulous...." dude, is prune juice really a laxative? dude...i gotta stop..i am not gonna start consuming prune juice...although losing additional weight would be super great...maybe i can look as anorexic as those girls from beverly hills 90210...dude...i gotta grow up...i'm 30 years old and should be more concerned about like, u know, being healthy...
so anyway, at work, i'm looking at these medical notes and there's some info about what you're supposed to do after like giving birth...it says stupid crap like, "make sure u feed the baby every 1 1/2 to 2 hours"...and i'm like, "u fucking serious? how will i be able to sleep?" so i get home and i tell my fiance, "seriously, once you're ready to like wake up every two hours to feed a child, we can then think about having kids..i mean, one kid." and he's like, "so u want me to feed the kid although you'll be the one not having to go into work?" and i'm like, "yes...do u have a problem with that?" and he's like, "uh...no." i then said, "u realize that we can always adopt..u know.. a kid who is like five years old so we can bypass this breastfeeding crap and avoid me having mommy hips and stretch marks. honestly, it's a win win situation." my fiance is like, "no, i'll love u even if u look like that." and i'm like, "sure...say that now...even i won't love myself." part of me is afraid of not looking like a mother but also having post-partum depression...hello, my life as i've always known it will change...it's nuts...
oh yeah...and then i'm reading the side effects of having a c-section and the notes says stuff like, "the patient has been informed of bleeding, bowel issues, and infection." and i'm like, why don't they just tell us that we're just basically gonna be slaughtered and may not make it out alive? i mean, like seriously, when a doctor tells me this crap when i'm about to give birth, what am i gonna say? like, "seriously doctor...due to those potential side effects, can we just not deliver this baby? u know what? i've decided to just look pregnant like forever and keep this baby inside of me." ...like seriously....
honestly, i know i'm gonna prolly have like one kid but i seriously cannot imagine having more than one...i think it's too nuts...it's like, i used to want to have kids but the more i know about people who actually have kids, i don't think it's that glamorous...if anything, it's the opposite of glamorous and the whole labor thing definitely does not sound fun...and then women like develop all these crazy stuff like strange allergies or gestational diabetes or sun spots on your face, etc. etc...
yeah...like on mother's day, my mom was like, "why don't u guys have a kid after getting married." and i'm just like, "yeah...sure...mom, i can't even afford myself. how am i gonna like pay for a kid? like seriously." on top of that, my fiance may be heading to law school next year and i will NOT be a single mother.
okay...onto to bigger news...my wedding party is finally complete...i've got my maid of honor, my two bridesmaids, and finally, my two bridesMEN!!! it's totally awesome...my bridesmen are basically two really good guy friends i have...i've basically been waiting for my fiance to choose two groomsmen for the last two months and he's been having a hard time with it...so last week, i was like, "u realize our wedding is like in 3 fucking months!!! make a decision!!!"...i then gave him a couple more days and then was like, screw it, i'll just ask my friends...it actually ends up working out perfectly cause i know i'll prolly be a complete stress case on the day of the wedding so i would really need people who know me to handle my spasiness...
craps..i gotta get into work....until next time...xoxoxo....
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
i almost died tonite...and not in your arms...u know...like cutting crew.
today was a very bad day...i seriously almost died...basically, i needed a pen and grabbed this blade knife that was on my dining table thinking it was a pen...as i pushed down on the tip with my thumb thinking it was a pen, blood fucking gushing out and i literally wanted to pass out...i wanted to cry for my mama...i hate the site of blood...it makes me beyond queasy...so anyway, i grab a napkin and i easily soak it with my blood...i then clamor for a bandage and then immediately gmail chat my fiance because if he had placed the protector on the blade after using it, i wouldn't have totally stabbed my thumb with it....
so this was our gmail conversation:
me: dude..i'm gonna kill u
so this was our gmail conversation:
me: dude..i'm gonna kill u
i accidentally stabbed myself with the blade knife cause u didn't put the protector thing on it
6:17 PM it fucking hurts
V****: :O
me: i'm totally not having a good day
V****: What knife?
Sorry baby :(
me: the knife u used to cut the caulk thing with
i grabbed it thinking it was a pen and fucking stabbed myself
6:18 PM V****: Oh crap, sorry baby, did you cut yourself deep?
me: not happy right now
it hurts like a fucking bitch and all this blood came out
soaked up a whole napkin
not happy
V***: Omg
me: i think i was about to pass out just having the fucking blood come out
6:19 PM V****: Holy shit baby, should we call a doctor?
me: no
i don't have insurance
V****: You should disinfect the cut too
me: it's okay...no
i'm not putting alcohol on it ...it's gonna fucking hurt like a bitch
6:20 PM i finally managed to bandage it
i'm not opening the bandage...i don't wanna see the damage
6:23 PM V***: Shits baby, really sorry
me: i just wished u had put the protector thing back on after using it
V***: Hmmmmm, you really need to disinfect the cut though, seriously
me: no
it hurts
it's seriously making me cry
6:24 PM i can't inflict additional pain on myself
V***: Fuck, we should see a doctor
me: no
fine...i'll fucking put the alcohol on it
dammit
it's gonna hurt
i just fucking know it
and then i'm gonna pass out when i see the blood coming out again
V****: Yeah, it'll hurt, but its way better than an infection
6:25 PM Was it a deep cut?
6:27 PM me: dammit...that hurt like a bitch
it was pretty deep cause it's a damn blade
6:31 PM V***: Like how deep? If its not a superficial cut we should see a doctor
me: i'm still alive
it's cool
i'm okay now
barely alive...but alive
V***: No, its not okay, I'm freaking out right now
I wanna go home
me: dude..it's your fault
i hate u
u tried to kill me
i almost died
no...honestly, i'm okay now
6:32 PM it stopped bleeding
V***: That's good
me: i was just freaking out initally cause the blood was nuts
6:33 PM but i think i managed to put pressure on it and it stopped
yeah..if it didn't stop, that'd be a bad sing
sign
right now...it's just hurting
6:34 PM okay..i don't hate u
i know it was an accident
6:35 PM V***: A really bad accident
me: yes...u owe my your life
hahaha
V***: K
6:36 PM me: ttyl...
xoxo
so was it really a totally nasty cut? yes...it really was...and was i prolly being uber super dramatic? the answer to that would also be an unequivocal yes...but if i wasn't dramatic, how else would i get my fiance to owe me his life?
one might say i'm manipulative and conniving so that i can get my own way and my response would be...yes, yes, that's true too...
honestly, i was glad when the bleeding stopped...note to self...make sure a blade isn't a pen before i attempt to click on it...i swear...i'm sooo dumb sometimes...
i am totally not having a good day today...for one thing, i'm having women issues which also sucks...it made me miss out on cinco de mayo which is like my fave holiday next to halloween where i get to dress up like a skank and everyone knows it...cinco de mayo is also one of those skanky holidays where u dress up as a skank and as long as you're wearing red, green, and white, it's okay...and u get to drink margaritas and blame looking skanky on being drunk...
so last nite, i had to go to my art class which has been uber amazing...i've been making crap art...i have yet to finish a piece cause i'll make something and realize, it's crap...last nite, as i was waiting for my class to start, these little kids [between the ages of 5 to 8] came out of their class with their artwork and their art looked like crap too...but what's really sad is that their crappy artwork looks sooo much better than the stuff i've been doing and at least they're actually painting their own artwork vs. i'm in this collage class where i just take pictures of stuff and glue it together and it still looks like totally crappy...and i guess the kids have an excuse for their crappy artwork...they're fucking KIDS...while i'm like 30...u know, adult age...i swear...i sometimes really hate myself...i'm worthless...i can't even do well in an art class although last week, one of my classmates told me my artwork was inspiring...i began laughing...if inspiring means painting hot pink on a canvas and calling it art, then yes, i'm inspiring....
so i was like pmsing all last week and this week...i swear, i really feel badly for my fiance...i honestly don't know how he deals with my sorry ass...honestly, i would have dumped myself like a long ass time ago...i really don't deserve him...he's like this amazing person with a heart of gold and i'm a total monster...it's like the movie, "The Love Story" when Oliver looks at Jenny and says to her, "How can u see me and still love me?" well, if i was Jenny in the movie, my answer would have been, "cause you're totally hot and uber rich. what more can a girl want?"
honestly, i know better than to ask my fiance that question cause the answer he would most likely give me is,"you're right...you're totally crazy...i'm outta here." so maybe it's best i don't bring up that question...haha....
so this weekend will be spent catering a charity event in downtown LA...i plan on making :
so i'm just in charge of making three appetizers so those were the three i came up with...yes, it'll be a busy weekend....
my last weekend was somewhat entertaining...i went to a golfing range and hit like some golf balls...that was fun and by fun, it totally sucked...i mean, seriously, how hard is it to hit a ball with a stick? i swear, if i had the proper training, i can be the next tiger woods...i kid...golfing sux and since i have hardcore ADD [which i obviously diagnosed myself with since i don't have insurance so i have yet to have a professional diagnose me], hitting a billion balls one after another is utterly painful...on top of that, my fiance instructed me on wearing the glove thing on the wrong hand...so the entire time, i had this golf glove on my right hand vs. my left hand and i looked like a total idiot which caused me to go nuts cause i was embarrassed i wasn't fitting in with everyone else at the golfing range...let's just put it this way...golfing is not my forte...
the next day, my fiance shot some pics for my gf's dental practice...she wanted to use me as a model for one of her pics...i was supposed to pretend to be a patient which of course ended up being a bad idea...although my gf is an amazing dentist, i hate going to the dentist so as soon as she began working that dental tool near my teeth, i began hyperventilating and crying...after five minutes, she let me go which was fine with me considering that i wasn't camera ready...for one thing, i didn't even fucking brush my hair, number 2, i was wearing my coke bottles, number 3, i had beef jerky pieces of meat throughout my teeth cause i was chewing on beef jerky on the way to her office, and lastly, i looked like a crack whore....
hopefully, next week will be a better week for me...xoxoxo....
so was it really a totally nasty cut? yes...it really was...and was i prolly being uber super dramatic? the answer to that would also be an unequivocal yes...but if i wasn't dramatic, how else would i get my fiance to owe me his life?
one might say i'm manipulative and conniving so that i can get my own way and my response would be...yes, yes, that's true too...
honestly, i was glad when the bleeding stopped...note to self...make sure a blade isn't a pen before i attempt to click on it...i swear...i'm sooo dumb sometimes...
i am totally not having a good day today...for one thing, i'm having women issues which also sucks...it made me miss out on cinco de mayo which is like my fave holiday next to halloween where i get to dress up like a skank and everyone knows it...cinco de mayo is also one of those skanky holidays where u dress up as a skank and as long as you're wearing red, green, and white, it's okay...and u get to drink margaritas and blame looking skanky on being drunk...
so last nite, i had to go to my art class which has been uber amazing...i've been making crap art...i have yet to finish a piece cause i'll make something and realize, it's crap...last nite, as i was waiting for my class to start, these little kids [between the ages of 5 to 8] came out of their class with their artwork and their art looked like crap too...but what's really sad is that their crappy artwork looks sooo much better than the stuff i've been doing and at least they're actually painting their own artwork vs. i'm in this collage class where i just take pictures of stuff and glue it together and it still looks like totally crappy...and i guess the kids have an excuse for their crappy artwork...they're fucking KIDS...while i'm like 30...u know, adult age...i swear...i sometimes really hate myself...i'm worthless...i can't even do well in an art class although last week, one of my classmates told me my artwork was inspiring...i began laughing...if inspiring means painting hot pink on a canvas and calling it art, then yes, i'm inspiring....
so i was like pmsing all last week and this week...i swear, i really feel badly for my fiance...i honestly don't know how he deals with my sorry ass...honestly, i would have dumped myself like a long ass time ago...i really don't deserve him...he's like this amazing person with a heart of gold and i'm a total monster...it's like the movie, "The Love Story" when Oliver looks at Jenny and says to her, "How can u see me and still love me?" well, if i was Jenny in the movie, my answer would have been, "cause you're totally hot and uber rich. what more can a girl want?"
honestly, i know better than to ask my fiance that question cause the answer he would most likely give me is,"you're right...you're totally crazy...i'm outta here." so maybe it's best i don't bring up that question...haha....
so this weekend will be spent catering a charity event in downtown LA...i plan on making :
Hors d’oeuvres
TUNA TARTARE ON A HONEY GLAZED WONTON TOPPED WITH AN
BRIE, PEAR, AND CRANBERRY QUESADILLA
BACON WRAPPED DATES STUFFED WITH ALMONDS DRIZZLED WITH A BALSAMIC REDUCTION
so i'm just in charge of making three appetizers so those were the three i came up with...yes, it'll be a busy weekend....
my last weekend was somewhat entertaining...i went to a golfing range and hit like some golf balls...that was fun and by fun, it totally sucked...i mean, seriously, how hard is it to hit a ball with a stick? i swear, if i had the proper training, i can be the next tiger woods...i kid...golfing sux and since i have hardcore ADD [which i obviously diagnosed myself with since i don't have insurance so i have yet to have a professional diagnose me], hitting a billion balls one after another is utterly painful...on top of that, my fiance instructed me on wearing the glove thing on the wrong hand...so the entire time, i had this golf glove on my right hand vs. my left hand and i looked like a total idiot which caused me to go nuts cause i was embarrassed i wasn't fitting in with everyone else at the golfing range...let's just put it this way...golfing is not my forte...
the next day, my fiance shot some pics for my gf's dental practice...she wanted to use me as a model for one of her pics...i was supposed to pretend to be a patient which of course ended up being a bad idea...although my gf is an amazing dentist, i hate going to the dentist so as soon as she began working that dental tool near my teeth, i began hyperventilating and crying...after five minutes, she let me go which was fine with me considering that i wasn't camera ready...for one thing, i didn't even fucking brush my hair, number 2, i was wearing my coke bottles, number 3, i had beef jerky pieces of meat throughout my teeth cause i was chewing on beef jerky on the way to her office, and lastly, i looked like a crack whore....
hopefully, next week will be a better week for me...xoxoxo....
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