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JULY 07 ARCHIVES 10:40 PM 7/1/2007holy cow, it's july. two and a half months until i finally STOP dreaming about work-related matters. i can't wait. anyways, meet my new ball and chain:  so i saw ratatouille and live free or die hard this weekend. ratatouille was super cute - can you believe i actually want a little pet rat now, even after being terrorized by our apartment mutant rat (aka Splinter) for over a month? live free or die hard was awesome too, though jack sort of took away the coolness factor later on by informing me that fire extinguishers don't really explode into a ball of fire when you shoot them (and i was actually gonna experiment, too). man, i can't believe i saw two movies and read an entire book AND visited tom in his new apt AND helped lynn move patio furniture AND met up with the deputy for ice cream instead of working like i was supposed to. i'm sure i will be paying for it tomorrow morning when my email inbox explodes from too many unanswered messages. hopefully my laptop will explode as well and kill me in the process. i'm kidding (really). well, 99% kidding anyways. all right, gotta run...have a happy and safe fourth of july, everybody. while at ralphs earlier tonight, the deputy and i noticed a sign posted at every cash register advising people NOT to fire their weapons in the air on holidays. uh, meaning it's okay to fire your guns in the air on NON-holidays? i thought it was amusing because if i were ghetto/stupid enough to do that in the first place, some lame sign posted at a supermarket wouldn't do much to dissuade me. and in case you're curious, the ralphs we were at was in carson, off of avalon. 'nuff said - it was miracle that neither of us got shot while sitting in the parking lot. anyways, enough about that. swing by my house at six AM wednesday morning if you want to catch my fantastic rendition of the star spanged banner on the piano (i'm sure the neighbors really appreciate it....year after year). be good, kids....i'll update more later. 12:00 AM 7/10/2007 okay, i need an additional month between now and 9/15. that's all i ask for. thirty extra freaking days so i can finish up all my work in time. i swear, if i end up working anything close to fifty days in a row this year, i will spontaneously combust from rage (if the exhaustion doesn't kill me first, that is). anwyays. happy post independence day - i hope everybody had a good one. i celebrated america's birthday by eating pretty much everything in sight. big mistake. then peter's wedding was sun night, and we all ate two pieces of super rich cake. even bigger mistake. it was a nice and happy wedding though. on an embarrassing note, i almost burst into tears when peter serenaded lorine down the aisle with rascal flatts' "bless the broken road."  us @ the reception. it turns out we were all slightly overdressed compared to the rest of the guests. asians are weird. there are some weddings i go to where it's difficult to tell who the bride is because everybody is so outrageously decked out. personally, i think it's super obnoxious (though i do it too, because i'm certainly not going to be the ONE dork who comes in a cocktail dress while everybody else is in formal wear). yesterday's wedding, however, was not one of those events. uh, apparently now it is okay to wear flip flops to a nighttime wedding. and fellas, if your pants are two inches too short, wearing white athletic socks with your dress shoes really adds to the classiness of the occasion. man. we learned not to do that when we were in MARCHING band eleven years ago - how come some grown men still don't get it? all right, i gotta cut this update short since i'm in the middle of reviewing a client's provision. one day when i write my autobiography, i'm gonna title it "EY: BANE OF MY EXISTENCE." or maybe "THE STORY OF THE GIRL WHO WORKED TOO MUCH AND DIED BEFORE SHE TURNED THIRTY." and last but not least, "HOW TO WALLOW IN SELF PITY TO THE FULLEST DEGREE." haha, i like that last one. later, everybody. 10:59 PM 7/15/2007 it was a gorgeous sunday: upper seventies to low eighties, a nice ocean breeze and not a single cloud in the sky. as expected, i spent most of the day working. normally i'd be a little annoyed, but luckily i'm a recent convert to the "what goes around, comes around" school of thought. if all goes as planned, i'll be able to retire in five years and spend the remainder of my life sailing around the world in a fancy yacht. in fact, i'm gonna take so much vacation that i'm gonna need a vacation from vacation. haha. no seriously, i mean it. i saw harry potter fri night. it was really good, but it kinda gave me nightmares (what am i, five?!). i was completely out of it when i woke up yesterday morning to make it to my hair appointment in manhattan beach at 9am. on a side note, i find it sort of pathetic that i live 15 minutes from the beach but only see it every eight weeks when i get my hair done. i have to be sure to catch up when i take my permanent vacation in a few years. anyways, i sat down in my colorist's chair and told her to fix my highlights that had faded into some god-awful blondish color. two hours, thirty pieces of foil and a half bottle of toner later, my hair was just one stinkin' shade darker. what on earth? apparently it's gonna take two more sessions to get to my ideal color, though i'm sure by the time i get there, i'm gonna wish my hair was back to black again. i was doing the math in my head on my drive back to torrance afterwards, and i concluded i probably could have bought a brand new s-class by now with the billions (yes, billions) of dollars i've spent on my stupid hair. good thing i have no desire to drive a stinkin' benz again. OH wait, i do. dangit. while i'm on the topic of not being able to afford a german car, i pre-ordered a navy blue anya hindmarch bag from saks fifth avenue. i figure it'll be my incentive to stay alive through 9/15.   uh, that last sentence was meant to be sarcastic, just in case some of you are a little slow today and are starting to question my taste in men. all right, back to work. i'm up in sacramento again next week, and then possibly kansas city the week after. cow farms and awesome bbq'ed ribs, i can't wait. update more later...have a fabulous week, kids. 7:22 PM 7/21/2007 at exactly 12:06 AM last night, i picked up a copy of harry potter and the deathly hallows at vons for $20.99. with the exception of two other people standing in line to buy groceries, the supermarket was deserted. i was almost a little disappointed at how anti-climatic it was. so i started reading at 12:18, slept at 2:30, woke up at 9:30 and finished reading straight through 3:00 (nonstop, with the exception of the 45 minutes i took to brush my teeth, eat breakfast and lunch and check work email). total reading time: approximately seven hours and fifteen minutes. i think i could have read even faster had i not been so wiped out from the hellish week at work. in any case, my eyeballs now feel like they're going to explode, which is rather unpleasant. it was totally worth it, though, given the book's spectacular ending. and before any of you start accusing me of being a complete dork, all i gotta say is at least i'm not one of those LOTR geeks. cough keri cough. so after finishing the book, i headed down to south coast to brave the nordstrom anniversary sale. it was absolute chaos. first of all, there were about fifty million die-hard shoppers crammed into one department store, fighting over things like a hideously boring $700 nina ricci skirt (discounted from $1800). i was almost trampled over - twice! - near the miu miu rack. a word of advice for some of you shopping amateurs out there: always bring a huge bag with sharp corners so you can "accidentally" whack people left and right when they start invading your personal space. and wear stilettos too, because it discourages people in flip flops from walking too close to you (the bright ones learn after getting gouged once or twice). sadly, i bought absolutely nothing. what a letdown. i think i heard my savings account heave a huge sigh of relief somewhere deep inside bank of america when i stepped out of nordstrom's empty handed. but that's okay, because then i ordered a pair of christian louboutin heels and a zac posen bag from net-a-porter.com. the bag is hot, but the shoes are even hotter. goodbye, paycheck. my savings account is now on the brink of committing suicide. by the way, it still boggles my mind how so many insanely rich people out there can afford to shop at south coast plaza on a weekly basis. half of these girls don't even have a real job, unless you consider golddigging a legitimate career. i'm usually 99.9% disgusted and .1% jealous. then i take a look at the nasty guys they're with and imagine having to kiss them just to get a new purse, and the jealously pretty much disappears. i'll take working 60+ hour weeks to buy my bags over hooking up with old ugly guys any day, thank you very much. yumi and i climbed up 18 flights on wednesday. i thought i'd be fine, but every step i took on friday was pure agony. strangely, it hurt less to walk in heels. i am beginning to get really discouraged - at this rate, we're never gonna make it up seventy-five flights. man, there's gotta be a way to cheat. haha. i'm kidding. okay, not really. thank you to all my friends out there who feel the need to constantly supply me with words of encouragement - you'll probably be eating those words one day when i keel over and die from oxygen deprivation somewhere on the fortieth floor. please don't forget to bury me in the louboutin heels. all right, i really need to look at some work stuff now, considering that i spent the majority of my weekend thus far reading and shopping. good job, connie. maybe i'll make it to the range tomorrow, it's been forever since i've taken brady out to play. have a great week, everybody. later. | |||||||
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