Tuesday, August 29, 2006
tpsombat: Hi baby
Auto Response from ksombat: It has been such a constant battle waking up these days. At work, hopefully not sleeping at my desk.
tpsombat: of cause you can not do that (sleeping at your desk) Go to bed at 9:00 event 8:30 and get up fresh at 6:30 or event 7:00 am. (if you have a planty of time) to get to work on time. Keep doing this because when you have to babysit my babies (including the Tweetie) you have a long way to go to work.
I love my Mom!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
For instance, since I have no furniture in my living room, I decided that this would be a good time to steam vacuum my carpet. My carpet was really gross and I tend to vacuum it once in a blue moon. When I walk on it, it feels nappy and sticky. And since I have been sitting on the floor I have really noticed how disgusting it is. And its amazing how I have no furniture, but the living room looks like a tornado went through it strewing everything I own all over the place. I seriously don’t know how to pick up after myself, but I’m going to work on that.
So I went and rented the steam vac from Giant and set to work cleaning my carpets. First, I had to pick up all my shit off the floor and find a new place to dump it. Currently its all residing in my room since I also wanted to steam vac my roommate’s old room before I move into it. Then I had to dry vacuum it to pick up any dirt or hair. By the way, I love my new vacuum cleaner. It’s a bagless Dirt Devil, and its so freaking cute and it always amazes me to see how much dirt, dust, and hair it can pick up. Who knew I was such a dork?
Once that was done, it was time to get down to business. The steam vac was actually really easy to work once I actually read the directions. I hate reading directions. Usually when I get something new, I just start pushing all the buttons until I figure out how to work it. I thought it was going to take me forever to clean my carpets, but it only took about an hour to finish both rooms. The steam vac uses a lot of water though, so I did have to refill it a few times. And it was so foul to see all the dirty black water every time I emptied the thing. It grossed me out thinking that I usually plop my ass on the carpet all the time.
And now that it’s done, I’m really proud of myself for taking on the task and actually finishing it. I didn’t ask for any help. I did it all by myself, and I think my carpet looks so much cleaner. I couldn’t get out all the nastiness, but it doesn’t look as bad as it did before. I really am going to do my best to keep my apartment clean and orderly. I need to start picking up after myself instead of waiting until I have piles accumulated everywhere. I’m going to implement my new cooking skills and cook a meal once a week. I might be Suzy Homemaker worthy after all.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
We have a pool in our backyard and earlier this summer we had two ducks that would come chill in our pool and backyard. It was a couple. They’d take a morning dip in the pool, then an afternoon nap in the sun on the edge of the pool. After they woke up from their nap, they’d waddle over to the bird feeder and feast on dinner. My Mom loves those damn birds. She’d worry about them if they didn’t show up one day and then she’d worry about them if they stayed too long at our place.
So the ducks haven’t showed up in awhile. Maybe they found a new pool to hang out in, or maybe they realized that our pool isn’t filled with dirty mucky water and has no fish or whatever the hell ducks eat and went to a real pond. Who knows? My Mom has finally stopped worrying about them until I made the mistake of asking about them. My Dad told her that the ducks have flown south for the summer and that they’ll be back next year. But in typical Dad fashion, he also said that if they don’t come back next year they are probably dead cause a hunter shot them. Seriously, no joke. I was on the ground laughing so hard when she told me this. I’m actually crying right now as I write this, and I can’t breathe cause I’m laughing so hard. Why on the earth my Dad would say this to my Mom, I have no clue. But I just found it so funny that he would tell her that, and now she’s worried cause I laughed so hard about it. It reminds me of something I would tell a child to see what kind of reaction I would get out of them. My poor Mom, I hope she doesn’t think about this all night.
When I have more Mom stories, I will continue to post them.
I like to eat, I enjoy good food, and since I don’t usually cook dinner for myself, I tend to eat out a lot. I also enjoy eating out with other people and sometimes its dinner with the opposite sex. And sometimes the person I am having dinner with offers to pay for me. I try to force my credit card on the bill, but most times, the card is denied and is safely tucked back into my wallet. Ehh, what are you going to do?
But that is why I started to take cooking lessons, so that I won’t have to whore myself out anymore. And I even attempted to cook last night. I made the fish dish, and it turned out decent. Not as good as it was in class, but it was edible. I still believe it took way too much time and effort and clean up for one person. So maybe I won’t hang up my dinner whore ways just yet.
Monday, August 21, 2006
- Funnel Cake
- Getting my tattoo during beach week with my bestfriend Christa. We both got ours on our ankle and she was supposed to get a turtle while I got a butterfly, but when we were looking at sketches, we ended up switching. So no, I did not get a turtle tattoo cause I went to the University of Maryland. FEAR THE TURTLE!
- The summer I lived at the beach, my roommates and the guys who lived in front of us went jacuzzi hopping. We broke into various hotels at the beach and hung out in their jacuzzi's. My favorite was at the Princess Royale cause theirs was on a deck facing the beach, and we were there until 6am and the morning staff came to start their day, and we're just chilling in there. I think they thought that we were guest cause they didn't say anything to us. Eventually we got out and walked out of the gate that we had jimmyed open. It was so money.
- Playing the card game Asshole, where I had to wear a an empty beer case on my head like a mask cause I was the asshole. And after we all were completely wasted we decided to go drunk swimming. It was the perfect night, not too hot, not too cold, and later on that night I hooked up with my bestfriend's older brother whom I was madly in love with at the time. We continued to hook up throughout that summer.
- The first night my bestfriend Lisa's parents let us got to OceanCity at night by ourselves without their supervision. I think we were 13 or 14, and I think all we did was hang out at the boardwalk and then found her older brothers and hung out with them the majority of the night.
- Shopping at the outlets in Rehoboth.
- Waiting in line at midnight for the Endless Summer Sale. That's when I thought wearing boys surfer shirts was cool. So sad.
- Climbing the sand dunes in Nagshead, NC.
- The day Christa and I decided that the minute we get up we would start drinking till we couldn't drink anymore. I can't remember how long we lasted, but we did drink all day.
- The time we got Lisa to smoke (she doesn't smoke) to get rid of the smell of something dying in our apartment. We woke up one morning and our place smelled like someone threw up all over it, but when we searched we couldn't find anything, and the smell wouldn't go away. Finally we couldn't take it anymore, so we all bought packs of cigarettes and started smoking inside to mask the smell of death. I even have a picture of Lisa smoking.
- All the beach volleyball tournaments that Lisa and I went to. It was a weekend of staring at hot and sweat gorgeous beach volleyball guys. I was in complete heaven.
- Sharing the back bedroom with Lisa's older brothers. Again, I was in heaven.
- The time we had a party at Lisa's beach trailer and Kristen broke the window and we told her parents that I shanked the volleyball which proceeded to break the window. Her parents never found out that we had a party.
- The time I finally learned how to inhale properly.
- My roommate Tina having Christa's sloopy seconds.
- Beating all the boys in Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat, and all because I was a button pusher. I even beat Anthony in a tournament laying on the couch upside down. He was so pissed.
- I wasn't there for this one, but I've heard the story so often I feel like I was there. Mark puking off the balcony while Steve yelled Spaghetti.
- All the car rides down to the beach with Lisa and her family.
- Learning how to play spades and Lisa getting angry at me cause I didn't fully understand the point of the game so that we always lost to her brother. I understand it now!
- Hating the game Chinese Checkers cause Lisa would kick my ass. You'd think with me being Asian that I would whoop her.
- Just spending hours playing in the water and spending the entire day at the beach.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Today, my roommate, Best Friend Ever moved out. The place looks so empty, and I’m living like a very well off homeless person. I have no furniture in my living room except for my new tv that I bought myself the other night. Its pretty ghetto fab. BFE owned everything in our place and it clearly shows. And currently I just don’t have the time to stock up on furniture, so I will be living like this until September when things calm down a bit. Since she has left me, I am dedicating this blog to her, and all the things I will miss the most from living with BFE.
- Getting sucked into stupid movies such as Under Siege 2.
- Banning her from picking movies to watch such at the debacle Tiptoes.
- Going to her closet to borrow clothes and shoes.
- Watching endless episodes of What Not to Wear, Sex & the City, Grey’s Anatomy, Law & Order, stupid 7th Heaven, Charmed, Project Runway, and a bunch of other shows.
- Her cooking me delicious dinners.
- Spending hours on end working on a puzzle.
- Dressing up her fagot son Bob in gay outfits.
- Reading her Time magazines.
- Going on evening walks and bike rides.
- Her doing my hair for parties.
- All the furniture in my apartment.
- Using her room as a guest bedroom whenever I had company.
- Her knocking on my door scared whenever the police helicopters flew over our apartment looking for a criminal
- Watching a full weeks worth of General Hospital on the weekends.
- Having dinner parties.
- Laying on her bed while she cleans her room.
- Her helping me clean the kitchen after I dropped a can of coke as it exploded and spun all around the kitchen leaving coke all over the floor, walls, ceiling, and even in parts of the dinning room. And I’m just screaming watching the coke can spin. And I have done this twice!
- Being on the woogie (PMS) at the same time and going to the Cheesecake Factory to get tiramisu and black chocolate cake for dinner.
- Her going on her crazy cleaning sprees while I just let her go at it cause she scares me when she gets like that.
- Her helping me clean the frog tank anytime it got really dirty.
- Going to her for advice concerning anything and everything in my life.
- Having late nights where we just talk.
- But most of all I will miss having my best friend living in the room next to me. I love you girl!
Monday, August 14, 2006
My Monday started off with me getting up late even though I’m trying to get to work on time. Since I got up late, it meant that I did not have time to make myself lunch even though I’m trying my bestest to save money and bring lunch to work everyday this week. I woke up in a bad mood cause I never got over my bad mood before I went to bed last night. It didn’t help that I had weird dreams all night some even involving death and mayhem. One dream involved false hope, which is probably worse than death and destruction.
Sitting down at my desk, my headache comes rushing at me like a tidal wave. I can feel the tension forming behind my eyes, and there is this constant buzzing like a fly in my ear. And of course I had scheduled a conference call first thing that morning. And of course I have to act like I give a shit about what I’m talking about and be nice and friendly. But I did get him to agree that he’d be sending a purchase order by the end of this week, which will propel my numbers up.
After that conference call, I don’t think I talked to anyone till lunchtime. I was highly agitated and all I wanted to do was throw my computer against the wall. I was in a very bad mood, and I knew exactly why I was in my bad mood (which I won’t get into), which made it even worse. I hate knowing what the root of the problem is, but not being able to do a damn thing about it. Or knowing what to do, but you can’t change your way of thinking. My problem is that I over think everything. And that over thinking causes you to dwell way too much on things that you shouldn’t.
To top off my day, my roommate calls me to tell me that our AC is leaking water again into our linen closet. This pisses me off extremely cause the linen closet is my 2nd closet, and this is the 3rd time this has happened to me. And I was just putting away clean laundry yesterday and the damn thing wasn’t leaking. So now all my clean clothes are dirty. And to piss me off even more, my roommate goes to the leasing office, and the asshole leasing guy has the nerve to say that this won’t get fixed tonight cause the office is about to close and its not an emergency. Umm, sorry fucker, but leaking water is considered an emergency. Since this man is absolutely useless, I call the emergency number and someone calls me back to tell me that they will be over later on that evening to fix it. I seriously hate that prick and am calling the leasing manager tomorrow to complain about him. What a dickwad!
I seriously hate Mondays! Tomorrow will be a better day, or else I'm going over to the leasing office and stabbing that guy in the eye.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Ok, so I probably could’ve waited to Netflix the movie, and I’m not really sure what exactly propelled me to see it. My friend and I were seriously the oldest people there. It was actually quite sad. My favorite moment in the theater was the girl-on-girl kissing scene. All the kids in the theater went ewww during that scene, and I was shocked. I would’ve thought that high school aged children would’ve seen tons of girl-on-girl action in this day and age. I was quite surprised by the reaction of the kids. Maybe they were all middle school aged, I can’t be sure, it was dark in there.
That movie made me think back to my high school and if there was a John Tucker type character who I went to school with. I can’t think of one single guy who dated multiple girls, but there was definitely a cast of playas. I was a dork in high school so I never got to date any of them, but I do remember hearing stories about some of them. There was one guy in particular named Jimmy who brought two dates to our senior prom. It was actually really funny cause those two girls were fighting for him through out the entire year, and he was clearly dating them both, and somehow he managed to bamboozle them and take them both to our senior prom. I’m sure he had a great after-prom party too. God, those girls were stupid.
I think I’m done with teen movies after this one. I’m sure it would’ve been a lot funnier if I was that age.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
I was so dreading going to class. I was like, what am I going to say to this guy, I don’t want to partner up with him again. I got there so freaking early cause there was no traffic on the beltway. Instead of sitting in the same seat from last time, I sat up front and prayed that someone else would sit up front with me. Luckily another woman walked in behind me and sat next to me. And she was super doper nice. For the first part of class I refused to look behind me. When I finally did, I scanned the entire classroom and realized that he wasn’t there. Relief swept all over me. I could relax and enjoy the class.
This class was much better than the last one. We made red snapper with some nice sauce, lentil (WTF is a lentil?) and potato salad, and yummy chocolate chip cookies. I actually love to bake and can make pretty much anything from scratch, so I was in my prime for the cookie part. And the fish was actually really good. I may have to try that recipe on my own. Shocker and scary all at the same time. My mother is way too excited.
But the best part of the night was this poor kid. He looks to be about 18, in his first year of college and wants to learn how to cook. The first class the kid cut himself with the knife. I think it was a minor cut cause all he needed was a band-aid. But this class he took it to the next level. Somehow and I’m not sure how, cause he was sitting three rows behind me, this kid burns his hand with scalding hot oil. Let me just say, ouch. It looked like he was testing to see how hot the oil was by putting his hand in the pan. He had to put his hand in ice-cold water and his skin was already puffing up and breaking. The teacher told him he needed to go to the hospital cause the burn was just that bad. Poor kid. I will be shocked if I see him in the next class. And I’ll also be worried if he does show up, he might end up burning the entire place down with his luck. Some people are just not meant to cook and clearly he is one of them.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
My poor baby Ethel (my ’94 Honda Accord) is on her last legs. I just replaced her starter yesterday and of course the mechanic found a zillion and one things wrong with her. Not only is poor Ethel leaking oil, she needs a new clutch, new break pads, and some other things that I don’t know the name of. I unfortunately will have to throw down the money to get a new clutch cause I can’t quite afford the new car that I want. Hopefully by either the end of this year or beginning of next year, I will be in a position to buy my dream car.
I really want the Acura TL. It’s so pretty. It’s a little on the high end, and if I do get it, I will be stretching myself thin, but I love it. My Father and I got in an argument about this the other night. He doesn’t think I can afford it, but I honestly believe I can make it work. I understand where he is coming from and that he doesn’t want me to waste my paychecks on car payments and insurance. But regardless of whether I get the Acura, I need to buy a new car. It’s time. Ethel has been so good to me, but the poor girl is just past her prime. We’ve had some good times and she has gotten me to a lot of places. But I got to make poor Ethel last till the end of this year.
Monday, August 07, 2006
One moment was all it took
For me to fall in love with you.
Staring into your brown eyes
I just knew, we were meant to be.
For me to fall in love with you
I took a great leap in faith.
I just knew, we were meant to be
When I became mesmerized gazing into your eyes
I took a great leap in faith
The night I allowed you to tenderly kiss me so.
When I became mesmerized gazing into your eyes
I thought nothing could shatter our love.
The night I allowed you to tenderly kiss me so
I did not realize you were playing me for a fool.
I thought nothing could shatter our love
Who was I to know that your heart was captured by another.
I did not realize you were playing me for a fool
Because my soul was given completely to you.
Who was I to know that your heart was captured by another
Now I understand the joke is on me.
Because my soul was given completely to you
Staring into your brown eyes.
Now I understand the joke is on me
One moment was all it took.
Love is the empty feeling I get in the pit of
my stomach whenever I think of him.
Love is the sigh of relief I receive when he talks
Love is a song that rings in my ear.
Love is a fire consuming me whole.
Love is the blood rushing through my body as
he kisses the delicate skin on my neck.
Love is the tears raining down my cheeks as he
breaks yet another promise to me.
Love is a fairytale that never quite meets your expectations.
Love is a dream that bends your reality until you can’t even see straight.
Love is the whisper in my ear warning me not
to trust him.
Love is the smile on my face as he grasps my hand
when we are walking.
Love is a puzzle and I’m just trying to make the pieces fit.
Love is a constant fight and I don’t believe I’m winning the battle.
Love is the steady beating of his heart beneath
my ear as we lie in bed.
Love is the panic I feel everytime
he leaves me.
Love is a shadow creating darkness when there should be light.
Love is a long forgotten memory.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I think my favorite scene in this movie is when two of the state troopers pull over a guy and they have a bet of how many times one of them can say the word “meow” while issuing the ticket. Jim Gaffigan makes a cameo for this scene and looks absolutely stupefied and petrified all at the same time. It’s just great. Comic genius. If you’re looking for mindless entertainment, then netflix Super Troopers
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Last night I stayed in and caught up on some movies. I watched Just Friends starring hottie Ryan Reynolds and some other people.
The movie was a two. There were some funny moments, but it was pretty predictable. Reynolds plays Chris, who was once fat and in love with his best friend, Jamie, played by Amy Smart, who only likes him as a friend. Hence the title. Ten years pass by and Chris is back in his home town, looking as hot as can be, but also a bit of a playa, which is a complete 180 from his dorky high school self. He now works in the entertainment industry and is accompanied by Samantha James, played by Anna Faris. Who by the way, steals the movie. Her character is a mix between Paris Hilton and Courtney Love. She is hysterical.
So basic plot line, Chris runs into Jamie, and of course still has feelings for her. He tries to be his new cool self to win her over, but that doesn’t do it. He then reverts back to his nerdy persona but has competition from Chris Klein who plays some dude. Poor Chris is stuck back in the friends zone, and isn’t quite sure how to dig himself out of it. In the end true love conquers all, and Chris and Jamie finally get it right.
Like I said, the movie was ok. To be honest, I’m not really sure what Chris saw in Jamie. Her character was really boring and I’m not sure what Chris saw in her to still be pining over her 10 years later. Which made me start to think. Can you really still be in love with someone after 10 years of not ever seeing them? I mean, can a person love someone that much and just never get over them? How can you not move on? How can you not let go? Do we never get over someone we love? You always see movies and read books that have this basic plot line. A long lost love comes back into your life and you realize that you’ve never stopped loving them. And fate has brought them back together for a second chance and its up to them to walk down that road. And I wonder how true this is to real life. Are there just some people in your life that you’ll never get over? Does that mean you’ll get a second chance with them, or just hold on to what might have been? I don’t think there are any real answers to my questions. And I’m trying to decide if there is anyone in my life that I’m still holding on to. Only I could turn a movie like Just Friends into such a thinkfest.
I’m just not one of those types of people who enjoying cooking to begin with. I don’t get any real satisfaction from cooking; I don’t like to cook for other people. I can’t be bothered will all the time and effort involved with cooking. To me cooking is just something to do for survival. I mean, a girl’s gotta eat, that’s why I go out to dinners all the time.
I did learn some things from class, and I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it. I just don’t see myself coming home every night and hitting the stove for a meal. Maybe on occasion I’ll whip something up. I learned how to handle a knife properly. But I still need lots of practice. One of the assistants came up to me and said she was worried about me cause it looked like I was about to chop off my fingers. So I have to remember to tuck my fingers into my palm and to get a better grip on the knife. But I wasn’t the one that cut myself! Yay! Some kid in front of me cut his finger and needed a band aid for his boo-boo. Hahaha, sucks to be you!
I also learned that I have this uncanny ability to attract the crazies. That’s not a fair statement, I’m not sure if this fellow is crazy or not, but he did creep me out. So you work in partners and I was paired up with an older gentleman who looks to be about 35-40ish. Anyhoo, I’m not going to ignore this guy or be mean cause well we’re working together to create our dinner. By the way, we made beef stir-fry. The man and I begin making conversation, and I ask where he works, and what he does. Turns out he works right across the street from me. Go figure. So at the end of the night he asks for my business card, and I knew I shouldn’t have, but I gave it to him anyways. I’m sitting at work Friday morning and my phone rings. I see that it’s a local number. I never get local calls cause my territory consists of Central, Mountain, and Canada. I see this number and I know it’s the guy from the cooking class. I pick up, and he asks me to go to lunch. I make up some lame excuse that I have a meeting or something and said that next week would work better for me. Crap, now what am I going to do? Again, I’m prejudging and maybe he just wants to have lunch and that’s it, but it still creeps me out that he called the very next day to have lunch with me. And of course I still have two more classes with him, and I’m sure he’ll want to partner up with me again. Again, it’s this amazing skill I have. I think I need to patent it, bottle it up, and sell it on the street. So we’ll see what happens next and if he calls me again at work.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Four jobs you’ve had in your life:
1) Account Executive for Clear Channel Communications
2) Hostest at Harry’s Café
3) In-Market Leader for promotional group called TOEJAM (cute huh?)
4) Maintenance Analyst (sounds dorky, trust me, it is)
Four movies you would watch over & over:
1) Center Stage
2) The Notebook
3) The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (I know it’s a trilogy, but I love it, which reminds me, Jones, we need to do a marathon on this one!)
4) The Matrix
Four places you have lived:
1) Rockville, MD
2) Huntington Beach, CA
3) Ocean City, MD
4) Burtonsville, MD
Man, I need to move somewhere overseas, like Europe.
Four tv shows you love to watch:
1) Grey’s Anatomy
2) Project Runway
4) The Hills/Making the Band (I know its 2 different shows, but I only count them as one)
Four places you have been on vacation:
Four websites you visit daily:
1) Blogs - KJ and Chris's Sport's Blog
2) DC's Craig's List
3) Soap Central – Gotta find out what’s happening on GH!
4) CNN and Washington Post – when I’m bored at work
Four of my favorite foods:
2) French Fries
4) Gang Massaman Gai (favorite Thai dish that Mom makes)
Four places I’d rather be right now:
1) On a small tropical island where the sand is white and the water is crystal blue
2) Back in Thailand on the island of Phuket
4) anyplace warm and beachy
Can you tell I wish I were on vacation right now?
Four friends I am tagging that I think will respond:
1) No one. I only did this out of obligation since Kiah said I would
Four places you’d love to visit:
Four foods you don’t like:
1) Kim Chee (Korean)
2) Pho (Vietnemese)
3) Anything I attempt to cook
Tomorrow I will write about my 1st cooking class.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
This girl is going to school to be in the fashion industry. She already got to intern at the Teen Vogue office in California; to go to Paris is just icing on the cake. They “supposedly, allegedly” pick only one intern from the entire program (I assume nationwide) to do this, and lucky LC is the girl. How could you pass this up? It will look incredible on your resume, and ITS FREAKING PARIS!!!!
But no, no, no, despite all of that, stoopid Lauren decides to stay in California to spend the summer with Not-Worth-It-Jason. I cannot believe that she is passing up this wonderful chance to go to Paris. Wait, yes, actually I can believe it. She’s more concerned over her relationship with Jason disintegrating than an amazing move for her future career. What an idiot! Its only for 3 months; not the rest of your life. Jason and Malibu will still be there when you get back. I was seriously screaming at my television last night, that’s how angry I was. I’m sure if Jason had been a little bit more supportive of her and excited for her, she wouldn’t have felt so insecure about leaving him for the summer. Yes, he did say, I will support you in whatever you choose to do, and I know that you will make the right choice, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled for her that she got the internship in the first place. So instead Lauren will waste her summer with Jason instead of having the time of her life in Paris. What a waste of a season! And this article agrees with me too.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
My roommate just bought a condo. Kudos to her. She went in there to see what the process is for taking her name off the lease. She spoke with the evil rat boy and he told her that I would need to reapply for the apartment to make sure I can qualify on my own and then resign the lease at the current asking rate for the place. Step back – hell to the no! We have such a killer deal on our place; it’s amazing that we were able to swindle it. Currently we pay $1306 for a 2 bedroom including all utilities! That’s unheard of in Rockville! Now this little twerp wants me to pay $1550 or some shit like that, nigga please.
I call back a week later asking for the manager. Freaking crackhead says he’s the manager and basically tells me the same shit. I know for a fact that you are not the most Senior manager there, so the fact that you tell me you are really pisses me off. Now I can’t afford to pay $1500 and some change on my own, and I really don’t want a roommate since I’ve been living pretty much by myself ever since my roommate and I moved there. And I also just hate moving. Who can be bothered with such stuff? But I was going to suck it up and move into a 1 bedroom that cost more than my 2 bedroom. But whatevs.
I really am just too lazy to move. I hate the fact that I’ll have to move all my bedroom furniture into my roommate’s room (she has the bigger room). I call up the leasing office again, but this time ask for the real manager by name. She is super doper nice and is so accommodating to my request. Thanks to her, I’m able to stay in my apartment at the current rate I’m paying for. YAY!!!
So I’m in there today to do all the paperwork, and of course I have to deal with the idiot. Over the weekend, I had lost my pool passes cause some punk ass kids took them. The super nice leasing manager is at the pool and just tells me to come in during the week to get new ones. I tell the guy that I need new pool passes cause mine got taken by accident, and he responds, “I can’t do that. You can’t get new ones.” I’m like WTF. Listen jerkface, how the hell are you going to deny me new pool passes. I’m probably already paying for the freaking pool through rent, so you’re ass better give me new ones. I just look at him and say, “Well, Tricia (nice lady) was at the pool and told me to get new ones.” That shut him up.
What a dickwad! He should not be in an occupation where he services people with that kind of attitude. And I hate the fact that he’s probably getting commission off of my apartment. Jackass doesn’t deserve it.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
For those of you who know me, you know that I cannot cook to save my life. I once burned a microwave dinner. I blame the microwave and the directions on the box. They were confusing, I swear I’m not an idiot! It read something like cook on high heat, then cooks on medium heat. It’s my roommate’s microwave, so I also blame her. I didn’t know how to use it, so I just kept hitting a bunch of buttons till I thought I got it right. I went back to watching TV, waiting for this yummy goodness that was to be my dinner. Ten minutes roll round, and I’m thinking to myself, I wonder what’s taking so long. Finally the damn machine beeps and my yummy goodness that was supposed to be dinner is burned and shrunken. Not really sure how it happened, but it did. Stoopid microwave.
I have ruined spaghetti on two, count them TWO different occasions. The first time I boiled the spaghetti for half an hour. Not really sure why I did that. Maybe I forgot about it, or maybe I thought that was how long you were supposed to boil it for. Either way, the spaghetti turned to mush. Ooops, my bad. The second time involved me cooking a pound, yes I said a pound just for myself – don’t laugh I didn’t know I only needed a handful, and then dumping the entire pound into the sauce. Needless to say I did not make enough sauce to handle the pound of spaghetti. The noodles ended up soaking all the sauce and my spaghetti tasted like poo. In my defense I was on the phone with a friend and he suggested that I dump all the noodles into the sauce (he just didn’t realize that I cooked a pound of spaghetti). Never asking him for cooking tips.
I have survived living on my own for the past 3 years by either having my roommate cook dinner (she’s an amazing cook), going out to dinners, take out, cereal, glasses of wine for dinner, and trail mix. My old co-workers are amazed that I’m still alive. My one co-worker felt so sorry for me, that she would bring in her leftovers so that I had something to eat. I’d loved it. It meant that I didn’t have to eat cereal for dinner.
Since my roommate is moving out at the end of this month and I won’t be able to rely on her to feed me, its time I learned. And as my male friends like to point out to me, I’m useless. But so are they! This should be interesting. I told my mother, and she IM’d me (hahaha, her friend’s at work got her on it, and its great cause she IM’s me the most randomest shit sometimes) (imagine her speaking in an asian accent) Baby, I so excited for you cooking lessons. Now you can make me dinner. Poor woman.
I'll keep everyone updated on the classes.