5:02 PM 5/7/2006
pictures from last week:
keri, me and lynn from the flower fields in carlsbad
keri
keri and lynn
my friend's (old) work car
shot in the chest AFTER i ran out of paintballs and stood up!
so last saturday i ended up going paintballing with my coworkers, which turned out to be a lot of fun. thankfully, i only ended up with two minor bruises near my left knee. i don't even think i really felt the other shot in the chest, mostly because i was busy fumbling with my gun and waving my hands in the air yelling, "i'm out, i'm out!" i've come to the conclusion that i can shoot, and i can run, but i really can't do both at the same time, especially when my mask is fogged up and i can't see sh*t. next time i'm just gonna tie pillows to my arms and legs and blindly charge at people. that would be so cool.
went to south coast on sunday morning to exchange my ferragamo purse for a black suede one...almost got suckered into buying one that cost $250 more (those salesladies can be freakin' persuasive) but i resisted after much internal debate. worked a little bit afterwards, and then went to see united 93. it was a good movie, but i was seriously messed up for a good two to three hours afterwards. the entire movie theater trickled out in complete silence when it ended - it was probably the closest thing to re-living 9/11 all over again.
also hit up the flower fields in carlsbad with lynn and keri - it was absolutely gorgeous. drove back up to work after a minor detour to the outlets and el paso cantina for lunch...finished up the rest of the week, and then headed to some 30th anniversary gala for JABA (japanese-american bar association) on friday night - don't ask me how i ended up there, it's a long story. it was at the dorothy chandler pavilion, so i got there a little bit early to change...came downstairs in a Anne Klein red silk cocktail dress and stilettos, and then realized that 95% of the women were dressed in dark, conservative suits. oops. MAYBE, just maybe, JABA's invitation next time should specify that business attire is recommended. because, for the love of god, if you use the words "anniversary gala" and "cocktails at 6pm," non-attorney idiots like me WILL show up in a dress and open-toed shoes. now if this were an event planned by Taiwanese accountants, i guarantee there would be absolutely no confusion as to the function's appropriate dress code. seriously. i'd write something like, "non-slutty cocktail dresses and/or suits recommended for ladies, coat and tie required for men, and no animal print clothes/shoes/bags please for either sex."
anyway, i'd love to write more, but there's not much to report (unfortunately). hope everybody has a fabulous week! i'll try to come up with more entertaining posts for the rest of may.
4:47 PM 5/14/2006
happy mother's day! i love my mom. one day if i'm lucky, i'll turn out to be half as good of a mother as she is. and if i'm really, really lucky, i'll end up with a daughter who is twice as good as i was when i was growing up. so after much careful consideration (okay, more like five minutes of contemplation while driving back from work the other day), i went and bought myself a pair of 1 carat diamond stud earrings on friday afternoon. i had the following conversation with the salesperson:
me: can i see those over there, the ones set in platinum?
salesguy: of course. are these a present for your mom?
me: no.
salesguy: oh, a present for somebody else? a special occasion, perhaps?
me: no, not really.
salesguy: for yourself, i see! an early mother's day treat for you??
me: (flatly) no. i'm not a mom.
salesguy: (hastily) oh, oh. i see. well these are quite spectacular, especially for a young lady like you.
me: uh huh. i'll take them.
hey, way to make me feel like a selfish/frivolous jerk of a person. anyways, the earrings really are fabulous, although i'm sure i will be close to tears when it comes time to pay for them in 20-something days. "hi, american express? i think somebody jacked my credit card, because there's no way in hell i spent over 3K on a dumb pair of diamond earrings. what do you mean, you don't believe me? all right fine, i bought them, but can't you at least give me a break, just this once? no? ok seriously, somebody stole my credit card."
in an unrelated acquisition, i am now also the slightly shocked owner of a springfield armory XD-9, which is probably hands down the coolest/scariest gift a guy has ever given me. and uh, since i couldn't think of a better way to break it to my family/friends than through a casual reference on this page, there you have it. i will write something better once i actually get the gun (it's in utah with the deputy right now). i have approximately two weeks to figure out a way to tell my loved ones without giving them a heart attack on the spot. maybe i will distribute drawings of a stick figure of me with a gun in my hand and a huge happy face next to the gun - next to the stick figure i'll write "connie = owner."
so i went out with keri, lynn, and lynn's coworker to the LAX shooting range in inglehood friday night - the employees there were inexcusably rude, so i doubt we'll ever be going back. plus the location sort of freaked us out - keri asked if we were gonna be practicing real drive by shootings. i saw a funny sign there though: "martial arts, my ass - try to karate chop a bullet." saturday morning i drove up to meet jenny and tom for lunch in rosemead, and then dropped by iris' place in south pasadena to catch up on gossip. made a minor detour to work afterwards to leave some files at the office, and then went to a birthday party in fullerton at night. i went to buy a card at rite-aid beforehand, and found two horrible greeting cards: one said, "i love having sex with you..." and the inside was filled with a horribly sappy poem about why having sex with the recipient of the card was so wonderful (no joke). the other card had a picture of a chocolate cake on the front with the word "moist" printed underneath, and the inside said, "thinking of you." i was totally grossed out. some sentiments were NOT meant to be expressed through greeting cards. eww. anyway, i've gotta get some work done now, so i'm cutting this post short. a few more pictures below:

keri's shot of me and lynn @ the flower fields!

another gorgeous shot, courtesy of keri...

me and jenny.
9:14 PM 5/24/2006
ugh, i'm a horrible updater, sorry. however, i have a legitimate excuse: some bastard infected me with his horrendous cold/flu a few days ago, so i've been a bit preoccupied with dragging my sick body around like some sort of drooling zombie from dawn of the dead. my body hurts all over, i still have a fever, and i'm about three seconds away from tearing out my tonsils with my bare hands. i don't mind the pain so much, but i am a bit concerned that i'm losing precious brain cells from the prolonged fever. i mean, i must be down to my last five by now. sh*t!
it's time for delirious rambling! i keep thinking about my poor lymph nodes working overtime to produce white blood cells. man, i should have paid more attention in the micro bio class i took my freshman year in college (it was ridiculously easy and i got a freakin' B; i'm still pissed about it. however, lynn pulled a C, which makes me feel a little better). anyway, my immune system is frantically trying to combat whatever disgusting virus i've got (so far people have suggested the avian flu, SARS, and syphilis), and it's doing a pretty lousy job so far. i mean, come on. get it together, body. i try to take good care of you (okay, let's ignore the junk food i ate last friday and saturday) and this is how you repay me!? by giving me alternating hot flashes and chills and the migraine from hell? SO NOT COOL.
i realize that i have just written an incredibly whiny and self-pitying post. i'm tempted to apologize for not being entertaining, but at this point, my body hurts too much to care. besides, this is my page and i am allowed to be a big baby if i want. WAH. WAH. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. ok i'm done. no, i'm not. WAHHHHHH. somebody bring me flowers and orange juice! i want my fantastically hot man to take care of me. wait, first i need to FIND a fantastically hot man actually willing to take care of me. uh, my eyeballs are burning, that can't be a good sign. i think it's time to beg my sister for a morphine shot. but before i go, i'll leave you all with the results of yet another brainless online test i just took:
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You Are Most Like Carrie!
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You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date.
But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal?
It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky.
Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a
great closet of clothes, no matter what!
Romantic prediction: You'll fall for someone this year...
Totally different from any guy you've dated.
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jeez, am i supposed to be comforted by the fact that i'm probably going to end up being a well-dressed spinster with lots of friends? why didn't i turn out to be miranda? the romantic prediction part cracks me up.
3:01 PM 5/30/2006
happy (belated) memorial day! today's post is dedicated to all the brave men and women who have risked or will risk their lives to defend this beautiful country. i may be a die hard liberal, but i do respect and appreciate all the individuals who sacrifice so much to fight for what they believe in.
anyways, my bizarre sickness is getting better, although my throat is still giving me all sorts of pain. i was in a horrible, horrible mood all weekend, and even a trip to the shooting range in hunting beach on saturday wasn't enough to snap me out of it. i shot like a blind woman with epilepsy - it was awful. plus it was the first time on my new gun (named "Brady" after the Brady Bill), and afterwards i thought about giving it back, because people who are such crappy shots should not be allowed to own guns. i still haven't figured out how to tell my family yet. i was thinking something along the lines of, "mom, dad, i'm pregnant and i'm not quite sure who the father is. i think i have it narrowed down to six guys." pause. "ok, just kidding. by the way i own a gun. um, see ya." yes, that is a brilliant plan.
i saw x-men with tom sunday night, which turned out to be a slight letdown. ran errands all day sunday, and then headed down to huntington beach again for dinner monday night, thankfully in a much better mood than i was in on saturday. afterwards we hunted down a baskin robbins somewhere in the middle of little saigon. i've learned that it pays to whine non-stop about ice cream when you're sick, because people inevitably give in and buy you a scoop just to shut you up. mental note: next time whine about being broke. so we sat on the bed of the tacoma, eating ice cream and staring at all the billions of vietnamese people and stores around us. speaking of vietnamese:
EsotericTraderr chinese music is awesome EsotericTraderr just like many other genres of music AFTERPARTY247 i'm just not a fob EsotericTraderr u dont gotta be a fob to appreciate music from other languages EsotericTraderr just as there are plenty of japanese/korean songs that are awesome too EsotericTraderr just not vietnamese music, that shit is ghetto
hahah, johnny, you never fail to crack me up. "that shit is ghetto." somehow i doubt nguyen or annie would be terribly offended at that comment.
anyways, not much else to update about...i'm dying for another vacation, but i'm taking a short trip to washington DC for work training (on mortgage REITs, the excitement is already killing me) sometime in july and then hitting up jj's wedding in michigan afterwards. dude, my guy friends need to stop getting married. can't believe three of my male high school friends have beat me to the altar already. i need to seriously get my act together. quick, somebody tell me where i can get a male order husband!
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