Archive for August, 2008

getting there.,.,

August 30, 2008 · Filed under Livin' · Tagged , , ,

first, click on this. much music for us all.

i haven’t put words on this mess in a few weeks, for good reason! my temporary hiatus was due to no internets at my place of couch residence the last 2 weeks. i really have nothing interesting to say, but i am drinking beer so i think it would be a good time to let you know how boring i can make fun stuff sound.

the last time i typed stuff i was at todd’s place sleeping on the air matress with dozer, a most excellent bulldog. well i decided to pack up and move on to new couch surfing oppurtunities and moved into my mom’s beach house in oceanside. that whole experience was pretty awesome. first of all, i have really cool friends that i work with and they all came over for a most excellent birthday celebration. we played in the water, drank excellent booze, and bbq’d fish captured in an unethical manner… and that was before we went to a freakin’ PIRATE bar and saw a let-down of a movie called pineapple express. anyways, it was the first time  i saw mom and her fiancee chuck since they got engaged, so that was nice. i think i made her cry a little bit when i told her i probably wouldn’t make the wedding due to me being in tomorrow. i hope she understands or flys me out, because i love her a lot. thanks again for a bed and awesome food mom. nicole, did i eat that ellipsis for dinner? and reallyk, is there even a rule for it’s use, seriously.

p.s. go see tropic thunder if you think awesomness is a word, because that movie embodies it.

okokok. after that i went to lauren’s to sleep on her couch. jesus tap dancing christ the dog just made smelly. lauren has boob cancer and needs your help!! i did her dishes and talked to her puppies so they wouldn’t be lonely, that helps boobs. her house was awesome because i got to go in a spa every night after work, even at 2am! plus i could watch sportscenter in my undies while eating my oatmeal because she goes to work before the mexican yard workers wake up. just kidding, kinda.

so here i am, back at todd’s again. drinking until 4am, and making some seriously fucked up food at around 2 or 3 usually, while we watch south park or three sheets. yay!

the 10th is coming up really quick. so fast that i am starting to get nervous and excited at the same time! tomorrow night is my last day of work, then i am off to riverside to relax with my family for a week or so while i tie up any loose ends with my plans.

what a horrible time to leave. work hired nice people to talk to, tall firls with brown hair and tan girls with brown hair, yay pretty brunettes! adam just got back to party with, and everyone is super good looking. but on the other hand i am probably going to have my mind blown by soju the first night i am in s korea. i can’t even imagine what the food and drink are going to be like, i am so excited for that. i love food so much, even rice and noodles. yum! plus i get to see michelle, a very old friend as well as my host for the next month or so. thanks michelle, i promise to bring refried beans!!

random words and stuff are done now. there will likely be alcohol and bbq in riverside the weekend of the 5th, please bring sexiness and a towel. i am really going to miss my friends and family more than i care to admit. it is a good thing technology has enabled me to bring zoolander and the clubber’s guide to trance into the future to keep me company.

coming soon…

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three sheets

August 8, 2008 · Filed under Livin'

i miss my cats.

the greatest television show on earth, three sheets, after the hosts drinks a round of stella artois and heineken with a bunch of guys from hong kong, in a bar called armani….

“now that we have said cheers in cantonese, after talking in english, while drinking imported beers in a bar named after an italian suit designer…”

i moved out of my apartment a week ago. it was really weird, i have lived there for almost 4 years, easily my longest residence since leaving home.

it is really strange being thrown into a new roommate relationship. the old grind of, hello roommate, watch tv, go to sleep is gone. now i am staying with one of my best friends of all time, so i feel the need to party. it used to be that i would get home, drink some water or tea and go to bed. now i get back to todd’s drink heavily and sleep until noon. i suppose it isn’t so good for me, but at the same time i think it is beneficial. it’s probably a good idea to get all of this i don’t have a home so let’s party nonsense out of my system before my security blanket of a job is ripped out from underneath me.

this is dozer, he is todd’s puppy.

he is a good dog.

good friends going through rough times with their signifigant others make me realize how happy i am not to be in a serious relationship. though it should come as no suprise to the 3 people who actually read this; adam, holly, and nicole, that it is probably what keeps me from having a meaningful relationship in the first place. did i just kill the semi colon?

i have made a few observations since vacating my relatively permanent residence:

  • macs suck so bad, they make zero sense, i have been using computers for like 15 years now and it took me about 20 minutes to figure out how to upload pictures onto this shit. plus, their keyboards are made fr people with 6 fingers on each hand or something.
  • macs are awesome for web browsing and anything else not related to uploading media or playing computer games.
  • nobody would watch mythbusters if the red headed chick wasn’t there.
  • dvr’s and toaster ovens are the first things any college freshman should purchase, 3rd and 4th on the list are a vacuum cleaner and a crock pot.

look what my friend todd found

i made lasagna, he found excellence in beer. thanks todd.

i am definitely not ready to leave, in the sense that i still have some preperation to take care of. but i am definitely ready to get out of here. saturday the 9th to saturday the 16th i will be at my mom’s beach house in oceanside all week, coe on down if you want to get sand in your pants.

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