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FEB 07 ARCHIVES 9:58 PM 2/4/2007happy february. 10 more days until the crappiest holiday of the year. i plan on spending my valentine's day consuming mass quantities of chocolate and crying into my laptop. maybe if i shed enough tears, i'll short out my computer and not have to work anymore. or i could end up electrocuting myself. that would be quite the tragedy. anyways, i saw stomp the ground last night. it was pretty entertaining (though nowhere as good as drumline, best movie ever) and made me wish that i was in a black frat. read daniel's totally awesome review - i don't know whether to be relieved or frightened about us having such similiar tastes in cheesy movies. "i don't stomp...i battle." HAHA. after the movie, me and my sister talked about how asians would be a lot cooler if we battled - unfortunately, we can't rap, dance, stomp, beatbox or drum. we do kick ass in academic decathalon competitions, though. and piano/violin competitions. now if that's not the epitome of cool, i don't know what is. so i'm at starbucks now, working with keri. it's been a pretty unproductive weekend - i'm sure i'll regret it tomorrow morning. i spent a good part of today almost dying of heatstroke at keri's second photo shoot in west hollywood - see one of last week's pictures here. if my smile looks forced, it's probably because i was cold and annoyed at myself for stepping on a half-eaten banana. :( all right, post more later. hope everybody had a great weekend. to all my fellow CPAs, hang in there - only three more months to go. and no, you can't borrow my gun to kill yourself (because then i'll have to pick up your work after you're dead and i'm not cool with that).  knock her socks off! (or go broke trying to) i'm tired. i detest provision season. my head hurts from thinking too much and i'm cranky and irritated and moody. man, this is like having a three month long case of horrible PMS. at this rate, i'm not going to have any friends left by the end of april. it'll just be me and OJ. actually, he's probably mad at me now since i don't whistle at him when i come home from work anymore. i am an awful owner. i wouldn't be surprised if my gun hates me too. :( i left work at 8 last week just to run to the mall...bought a pair of blue michael kors platforms that tom briefly made fun of before i threatened to kick him in the shins. i also got a cropped light pink jacket that my sister tried to convince me not to buy. actually, come to think of it, my sister tried to talk me outta getting the shoes too because they were "really impractical." so i wore the shoes to work on saturday and the jacket on monday and i swear, i've never heard so many people tell me "hey, nice jacket!" and "cute shoes!" before. even random girls in my building and parking lot commented on them. which brings me to the first golden rule of fashion: never, ever listen to glena and tom when it comes to clothes, shoes or purses, because neither of them have any idea what they're talking about. period. speaking of which, me and eunice once wrote down twenty-something fashion rules on index cards during my third year at ucla and taped them up to our closet door in order to avoid committing any faux pas. of course, eunice broke one shortly after college ("just say no to uggs!"), unlike me, who at least held out for a couple of years until i unwittingly purchased and wore a fluorescent pink shirt from express ("no article of clothing should be the same color as a hi-liter!"). i probably blinded everybody i hung out with that day. SORRY. but anyways, my personal favorite was faux pas #7 - stay away from korean fob scrunchies (because hair accessores should NOT be bigger than one's head)!. i'm willing to bet that almost every asian female who reads this blog is cringing right now because she knows exactly what i'm talking about. all i can say is be grateful for your dorky past, because it only makes you look extra cool now. at least that's what i tell myself in order to get over all the years i spent wearing ugly clothes and geeky band uniforms. haha. no, really, i'm serious. all right, gotta get back to work now. i'll update more this weekend if i get some downtime. later, everybody. and please stay friends with me, otherwise i'll be really sad in a few months. thank you.  this is how you say "i love you" or "i like you enough to spend a lot of money on you" or "i'm just a nice guy with too much cash on my hands" without actually having to blurt out the words. a few observations from this weekend: 1. uh, the guy at the torrance walmart who told me that the walmart in cerritos sells ammo is a big fat liar. 2. the guy at the cerritos walmart who gave me the horribly crappy directions to the other walmart in lakewood ought to know that telling a girl to "turn right when you see the golf course on carson street" is totally misleading because there are multiple golf courses all up and down carson street. 3. apparently you have to be disgustingly incompetent and rude to work at any walmart in southern california. my whiny cashier spent a good fifteen minutes counting the boxes of ammo just to make sure she rang it up right. one 9mm winchester white box, lady. times ten. it ain't rocket science! 4. carrying 1000 rounds of ammo in three plastic shopping bags by myself from the very back of the walmart all the way to the very end of the parking lot fifty miles away is NOT a good idea. 5. keri really needs to turn her phone's ringer on the next time she's sitting in my car so that she can hear my plea to "COME PICK ME UP AT THE FRONT OF WALMART, DAMMIT!" instead of making me walk the fifty miles to the car while lugging the two tons of ammo. 6. in fact, keri needs to just be awake the next time i leave her in my car, so that at least the vibration of her phone will alert her to the fact that my arms are about to be ripped out of their sockets at any second. all right, that's it for now. before i go, i'll leave you with a song that's running through my head right now. i'm not really a huge fan of omarion, but i got this icebox where my heart used to be...  melt this ice box... three things in this quick update: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENNY! i love you too!! oh yeah, and happy valentine's day, i guess.  i generally despise this holiday...but i do love flowers and chocolate. not as much as i love YOU guys though. ;) your coolest friend (that would be me, stupid) 11:06 PM 2/17/2007  who needs sappy love notes when your girlfriends send you cards like these?  one of the girls who works at the starbucks downstairs insists on adding "perfect hair" to my cup every single time i come in to get a drink. it's really embarassing when the barista calls out "perfect hair connie, your drink is ready!" because everybody in the store turns around to see who he's talking about. i swear, you can practically sense their disappointment when they figure out it's just me instead of some impossibly gorgeous pantene hair model.  me and peter, in severe violation of EY's dress code. right after i pulled on the jersey my coworker ryan was like, "dude. you know we haven't washed those yet, right?" ewww. i think he was kidding. i hope. 19:54 PM 2/20/2007 i had a feeling it was gonna be a good week when i headed to starbucks yesterday morning and the guy wrote this on my cup:  haha. the people at starbucks like you (a lot) when you blow $40+ a week there. anyways, yesterday was president's day and nobody worked (except for the loser CPAs). it was awesome - traffic was non-existent and my phone hardly rang. i only got sixty-two emails in eight hours (not counting the silly ones from friends). and just when i thought it couldn't get any better, the guy from the mailroom downstairs called and said there was a delivery for me.  all right, it's time to get back to work since i'm still stuck right in the middle of provision season...i guess i probably shoudln't have spent a good half hour gazing at the flowers today instead of writing my memos. good one, connie. have a fabulous week, everybody! click this and thank me later.... 11:06 AM 2/26/2007 i need inspiration; not just another negotiation... okay, hugh grant isn't that great of a singer and the song is totally cheesy. but i'm hoping it gets stuck in your head for DAYS because it's been plaguing me all weekend and let's face it, misery loves company. me and peter are semi-famous (within EY!)  1. i saw reno 911: miami fri night. it sucked. 2. in case anybody is interested, trying to dye your hair back to its original color after lightening it every eight weeks for the past 6 years is a ridiculously time-consuming and expensive process, consisting of at least three to four 1.5 hour trips to your colorist at about $120 each visit. my advice for those of you who have been hopelessly addicted to your highlights for way too long: just pull a britney and shave it all off. it's easier and cheaper that way. 3. i discovered that bowling on the wii is WAY easier than bowling in real life. i actually beat keri with a score of 164. that's almost my old personal high score times three! 4. however, i am equally crappy in wii tennis as i am in real life. sad. :( 5. man, galaga is an awesome game. i bet if i practiced everyday, i could be the galaga champion of the universe. uh, mainly because nobody really plays galaga anymore, with this being the 21st century and all. 6. ok, frogger is way harder than it looks. by the way, who remembers that hilarious seinfeld episode with george and frogger? HILARIOUS. 7. eating cheetos and donuts for breakfast on a sunday morning was a big mistake. 8. my flowers are still doing beautifully at work. girls, continue to hate. haha. 9. wow, i just realized typing about my flowers makes me slightly giddy. 10. okay, time to get back to work. have a fabulous week - later, everybody. | |||||||
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