1. First Name? Ysabel
2. Were you named after anyone? I'm not sure. I think my mom told me once about an old relative or family friend who spelled her name like mine. But I may have made that up in my head, since I do that sometimes....
3. Do you wish on stars? No. I'm too cynical and cold-hearted for that now. But I'm sure I used to...
4. When did you last cry? A couple of weeks ago...
5. Do you like your handwriting? Yes. My penmanship is fabulous, if I do say so myself.
6. What is your birth date? May 25, 1980
7. What is your most embarrassing CD? Ugh, I have so many: There was "Chumbawumba," but thankfully I returned it the day after I bought it in a brief cloud of idiocy and exchanged it for "Save Ferris"; there's also Charlotte Church's first CD, a couple (yes, as in plural) of Shania Twain gems... I need to go shower now.
8. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Totally. I rock.
9. Do you have a journal? This blog, doy.
10. Do you use sarcasm a lot? With friends who I know would appreciate it, yes.
11. What are your nicknames? Ys, Y, and one that I can't mention because it would provide those not in the know with too much fodder. haHA!
12. Would you bungee jump? Totally.
13. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Well, seeing as how I wear boots, heels and flip-flops 99.4% of the time, I'd say no.
14. Do you think that you are strong? My guns are a source of fear for many thugs who happen to cross my path on the street.
15. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Mint chip. Or Cherry Garcia. Or awesome cheese-flavored ice cream you can find in Filipino stores! Don't knock it 'til you try it, yo.
16. Shoe Size? 6-ish
17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I'm not going to be one of those girls, thanks.
18. Who do you miss most? My cat, Buddy.
19. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Eh. If you want.
20. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jeans and brown boots. The old tried-and-true.
21. What are you listening to right now? Seinfeld on TV.
22. Last thing you ate? A milky way bar and coke. Holidays! No guilt! Wheeee!
23. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green. Or periwinkle, because I've always liked that color name.
24. Last fun thing you did? Hang out with old friends and my high-school music teacher this morning. Then shopping with my mummie.
25. What is the weather like right now? Rainy, 60-ish degrees. Ah, northern California winters...
26. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Scott
27. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Honestly? Their smell. I'm actually pretty bad at checking other guys out.
28. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Nobody sent this to me.
29. Favorite Drink? Water. Diet Coke. Starbucks double tall 1 1/2 pump Raspberry Mocha. Gin and Tonic. Gin martini.
30. Favorite Sport? Anything Olympics-related. I mean anything. Even archery. Also, NBA basketball (go Kings!).
31. Favorite Athlete? Lenny Krayzelburg. Aleksei Nemov. Peja Stojakovic.
32. Hair Color? Dark brown.
33. Eye Color? Daaaaaaaark brown.
34. Do you wear contacts? Hells yes.
35. Favorite Food? Anything cooked by my parents. Fried potatoes in various forms. Nachos. Those burgers they served you in elementary school.
36. Last Movie You Watched? Um, part of "Catch Me If You Can" on the plane here, until my laptop's battery ran out. Boo.
37. Favorite Day of the Year? Loot-mas! I mean, Christmas!
38. Scary Movies or Happy Endings? Either, depending on the mood and the company.
39. Summer or winter? Winter.
40. Hugs OR Kisses? From the general public: hugs. For very specific people: kisses.
41. Your Favorite Dessert? Whatever's in front of my face. Preferably something in pie form.
42. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? Wha?
43. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? See above.
44. Living Arrangements? Sinfully co-habitating in Knoxville.
45. What Books Are You Reading? Not really reading anything at the moment. Was in the middle of The Color of Water by James McBride until I left for California.
46. What's On Your Mouse Pad? Nothing. I have a laptop. Because I'm cool and you wish you could be like me. (BTW, Re: my previous post: After much prodding, my younger brother has been working away at my precious sick laptop all day and it is considerably better now. No more annoying-as-@$$ pop-ups! And it is not as slow as it was a couple of days ago. Thank God. Stupid spyware!!!)
7. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? I don't remember. Must not have been terribly noteworthy.
48. Favorite Smells? Pine, especially during the holidays. Coffee. My man-cologne. Scott's man-cologne.
49. Favorite Sounds? Music that's not being blasted into my eardrums, of course. People I like laughing. The ocean. Cat purring. My niece giggling or saying anything.
51. What's the furthest you've been from home? Japan this summer, I guess.
52. Do you have a special talent? I am a virtual well-spring of talent.
*Have you ever*
1. Kissed your cousin: On the cheek, yes.
2. Ran away: Nope. Too much good food :)
3. Skipped school: *sigh* Yes. I even keep Spike the Blowfish in my car as a memento of my first time! But that's another story...
4. Broken someone's heart: Nope. I think. Oooh, wait. Maybe once.
5. Cried when someone died: Yes.
6. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: Hmm...not really. Oooh, wait. "Couldn't" or "shouldn't"?
7. Broken a bone: Nope.
8. Done something embarrassing: Numerous times! Hasn't everyone?
9. Lied: Yes. Again, hasn't everyone?
10. Cried in school: Yes.
*Who...*
1. Makes you laugh the most: Kat. Scott. Ben.
2. Makes you smile: Kat. Scott. Ben. Friends and family.
3. Can make you feel better no matter what: Friends and family.
4. Has A Crush on You: Who knows?
5. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Nope, I'm taken, thanks!
*Seven Years Ago*
1. How old were you? 18
2. What grade were you in? Senior in high school
3. Where did you go to school? Santa Rosa High
4. Where did you work? Blockbuster Video ... oy.
5. Where did you live? At home
6. How was your hair style? I think my hair was in a chin-length bob when I graduated.
7. Did you wear braces? Never!
8. Did you wear contacts? Yes
9. Did you wear glasses? Only when I had to
10. Who were your best friends? I stopped having best friends after Jodie and Heidi a few years previous. But the band nerds were my people.
11. Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend? In my fantasy world: Matthew Broderick
12. Who was your celebrity crush? See above. Also: Peter Gallagher, Conan O'Brien, Kevin Spacey ... I have unusual tastes.
13. Who was your regular-person crush? Senior year? I honestly can't remember. ...John Grattan? Every girl in Santa Rosa had a crush on John Grattan.
14. What was your personality like? Quiet at first, friendly after some time. Moody. Stubborn. Same as now.
15. How many piercings did you have? I think I had 4 by that point.
16. How many tattoos did you have? None. But I always fantasized about getting one.
17. What was your favorite band/group? Weezer, Save Ferris, Aerosmith...
18. What was your biggest fear? Going off to college
19. Had you smoked a cigarette yet? No
20. Had you gotten drunk yet? No
21. Had you driven yet? Yes!
22. What kind of car did you drive? A Chevy Nova, baby!
23. Which of your pets were still alive? Buddy
24. Which members of your family were still alive? My maternal grandfather and my paternal grandmother
25. Which members of your family were not born yet? My niece, Kat. And numerous little cousins.
26. Favorite memories of that year? Band. Especially our trip to Vancouver.
The End
12.27.2005
12.24.2005
Xylophone?! WTF??!!
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Happy Christmas Eve! The madness of Christmas shopping is done (except for one... and that, thankfully, can wait until after tomorrow) and I am free to do nothing but sleep. Which I did in massive quantities yesterday. Like, I literally was not awake for more than probably two hours at any given time throughout the day before I collapsed in a random nap-attack.
It probably didn't help that my sister woke me up at 6:30 in the morning yesterday to do our final shopping run. This wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't met up with my old UOP friends Erin and Benwar the night before and had ooooodles of sangria and merriment (and then some more sangria...) in downtown Sac. That was a good time. The highlights of the evening were:
1) when E and I used our feminine wiles to get out of having to pay at a parking garage which we had driven into by accident. Don't ask.
2) recounting how funny and immature (read: idiotic) we were in undergrad.
3) when it took E about 10 tries to get a successful picture of me and Benwar for various (read: intoxicated) reasons.
***
In other news: there is now a naked 4-year old running around in this room and that's my cue to leave:
Kat: I'm naaaaked!!!
Me: Why?
Kat: Because I want to!!
There's just no arguing with that, folks.
12.22.2005
Oh, the horror...
My precious laptop has been infected with a virus!!! Or spyware!!! Whatever, I don't care!!! AAAAUUGGHH!!! My computer genius brothers need to come home and fix him STAT!!!
I feel like my blackened heart has been ripped out from my chest.
...In other news: the annual madness of wrapping up presents at the last minute has commenced and I have run out of white ribbon. Hopefully my mom remembers to pick some up while she is out so I can finish this up before heading down to Sacramento.
ps. Augh! I just thought about my poor computer again and the evil virus that is destroying its precious insides! GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!! Waaaaaaaahh....
pps. Dear Santa,
In addition to the suitcase(s) filled with cold, hard cash that I anticipate receiving on Christmas Day (hahaha .....wait, who can laugh at a time like this??!!), I would also like a new laptop seeing as how some hellborn evil-doer has succeeded in possibly destroying my current baby. Please use your magical powers to make this happen in a timely manner. I would greatly appreciate it.
Sincerely,
Ysabel
I feel like my blackened heart has been ripped out from my chest.
...In other news: the annual madness of wrapping up presents at the last minute has commenced and I have run out of white ribbon. Hopefully my mom remembers to pick some up while she is out so I can finish this up before heading down to Sacramento.
ps. Augh! I just thought about my poor computer again and the evil virus that is destroying its precious insides! GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!! Waaaaaaaahh....
pps. Dear Santa,
In addition to the suitcase(s) filled with cold, hard cash that I anticipate receiving on Christmas Day (hahaha .....wait, who can laugh at a time like this??!!), I would also like a new laptop seeing as how some hellborn evil-doer has succeeded in possibly destroying my current baby. Please use your magical powers to make this happen in a timely manner. I would greatly appreciate it.
Sincerely,
Ysabel
12.19.2005
Back in the U.S.S.R.!!*
...And by U.S.S.R., I, of course, mean California.
To be precise, I am sitting here waiting by the baggage claim at SFO and will continue to do so for the next hour and a half because, once again, my cursed nemesis, American Airlines, has managed to screw me over by misplacing my checked luggage for the second time in a row, hence making me miss the airport shuttle that was supposed to take me back to Santa Rosa. *sigh* It's times like these you just can't help but march over in a blood red rage to the airline baggage counter and say to the attendant: "Damnit, if you weren't Filipino like me I would so yell at you right now!" Damn me and my instantaneous feelings of empathy for my people.
Interestingly enough, the problem this time around was not that the bag got lost or left behind in Chicago, but that it arrived here early. This would have been heavenly IF the baggage crew had realized the need for the luggage to be on the appropriate carousel, instead of sitting behind the baggage counter. Ugh. Definitely not the nightmare that was my fiasco this summer, but still annoying all the same. Especially since, if the bag had been on the carousel like it was supposed to, I would have been able to catch the 8:00 bus instead of wait around at the airport writing in my blog and watching all the weirdos that walk by.
Also: I bought a McDonald's side salad at Chicago O'Hare earlier and never got around to eating it (I ended up purchasing one of those damned $3 "snack boxes" on the flight...bah.) and I for some reason still have it with me. And by "for some reason," I mean, for the same reason that I will put an opened, half-full can of diet Coke in the fridge and then drink it days later, thereby grossing my boyfriend out completely: I think I may be a closeted food hoarder; And, also, I find a strange thrill in tempting fate by ingesting all sorts of possibly-dangerous food items and awaiting the outcome. Anyway, I mention this only because I am now contemplating eating it before the next bus comes. A salad can't go bad in 6 hours, can it? Hmmm, only one way to find out...
* This is a Beatles reference, for those of you poor, un-knowing, non-hipsters.
To be precise, I am sitting here waiting by the baggage claim at SFO and will continue to do so for the next hour and a half because, once again, my cursed nemesis, American Airlines, has managed to screw me over by misplacing my checked luggage for the second time in a row, hence making me miss the airport shuttle that was supposed to take me back to Santa Rosa. *sigh* It's times like these you just can't help but march over in a blood red rage to the airline baggage counter and say to the attendant: "Damnit, if you weren't Filipino like me I would so yell at you right now!" Damn me and my instantaneous feelings of empathy for my people.
Interestingly enough, the problem this time around was not that the bag got lost or left behind in Chicago, but that it arrived here early. This would have been heavenly IF the baggage crew had realized the need for the luggage to be on the appropriate carousel, instead of sitting behind the baggage counter. Ugh. Definitely not the nightmare that was my fiasco this summer, but still annoying all the same. Especially since, if the bag had been on the carousel like it was supposed to, I would have been able to catch the 8:00 bus instead of wait around at the airport writing in my blog and watching all the weirdos that walk by.
Also: I bought a McDonald's side salad at Chicago O'Hare earlier and never got around to eating it (I ended up purchasing one of those damned $3 "snack boxes" on the flight...bah.) and I for some reason still have it with me. And by "for some reason," I mean, for the same reason that I will put an opened, half-full can of diet Coke in the fridge and then drink it days later, thereby grossing my boyfriend out completely: I think I may be a closeted food hoarder; And, also, I find a strange thrill in tempting fate by ingesting all sorts of possibly-dangerous food items and awaiting the outcome. Anyway, I mention this only because I am now contemplating eating it before the next bus comes. A salad can't go bad in 6 hours, can it? Hmmm, only one way to find out...
* This is a Beatles reference, for those of you poor, un-knowing, non-hipsters.
12.15.2005
Da Bears!
Greetings from Chi-town!
This city is awesome. Scott is here for the annual Midwest Band and Orchestra conference (NERDS!!! hahaha) and I just tagged along for the sole intent to hang out with my old UOP friend, Dev. We actually got here on Tuesday evening after a 9+ hour car ride.
Our first two days here were ... interesting, seeing as how Scott and I were not best friends for the last little while. But now that that has been worked out we are well on our way to enjoying the next few days in Chicago with Dev & Christie (Best. Hostesses. EVER!), as well as their nerdly band director friends Vanessa and Ed. I actually first met Ed back in the day when I was a fresh and eager, wide-eyed young budding musician in the armpit of America (i.e. Stockton, CA). He is a percussion friend of Dev's and came to a couple parties of ours at UOP. ...He gave me my very first beer! Hahaha. What a distinction. And weirdly enough, Ed and Scott know each other from when they were both in the Blue Devils Drum Corps waaay back before Scott and I even met. Small world, eh? So I think Scott was very glad, not only to have another male figure in this apartment, but also to have somebody to have nerdish band discussions with. 'Cause it shore ain't gone be wit me! Ha!
Anyway, today was pretty much the first time I ventured out into the arctic tundra instead of hibernating inside D & C's warm toasty apartment all day. Well, except for last night when Scott and I joined the rest of the crew to go have drinks and merriment. But we only lasted a couple of hours, so I didn't count that. Scott and I went to the Shedd Aquarium in the museum campus (I think that's what it's called? It's also got the Field Museum and the Adler Planetarium.) The aquarium excursion was especially cool because:
a) Christie works as a teacher there and was able to get us free passes, and
b) she also stuck around to give us pretty much a personal tour of the place.
It was awesome! Yay Christie! On a side note, we also had lunch at the aquarium wherein I had my very first Chicago-style hotdog, which basically was a hotdog with every imaginable topping you could pile on top. Mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, pickles, relish, etc. etc. etc. It was glorious.
Then after the aquarium, Scott and I exited the place with the intention of finding a taxi cab to take back to the apartment. For some reason, though, a taxi cab never surfaced and we ended up walking and walking (and walking and walking...) until we realized we were not that far from the Hilton hotel (where the Nerd Conference is being held) so we just ended up walking the entire distance. Let's just say that by the end of it Scott's ears were just two flesh-colored blocks of ice and my face was so frozen it hurrrrt. Oh well. The Hilton was toasty warm and we walked around a bit and got some Star*ucks coffee (I can't escape it!!! Gaaaah!!!!) before finally catching a cab back to the apartment.
*** NOW WE GET TO THE PART WHERE MY PARENTS SHAKE THEIR HEADS IN DISAPPOINTMENT AND PONDER THE THOUGHT OF DISOWNING ME FOR MY FINANCIAL INEPTITUDE ***
So then, after a brief respite at the apartment, Scott and I went to meet a few of his band director friends from California for a nice dinner at Shula's (as in Don Shula -- some big football guy? Da Bears? I don't know... Whatevs.) in the Sheraton hotel. I was forewarned that it was going to be expensive. Despite the warning, however, I still chose to go because:
a) I wanted to actually meet some of these people that Scott has been talking about forever who I have never really had a chance to sit down with and get to know (plus it would give them a chance to sit down and get to know the wonderous beauty and splendor of .... me! Ha.)
b) I haven't really been spending that much money for food since we got here. Hurray for Dev and Christie's (and Vanessa's, actually!) cooking skillz! And
c) in my pathetic universe, anything over $30 is "expensive" so I figured I would be able to throw down, you know, $40 or so for a nice dinner.
...Let's just say that ten minutes into the dinner, one of the guys (who I happen to have known by name for years and years because he is the band director at the Santa Rosa Junior College in my hometown... What a small f*ing world!) ordered a $200 bottle of wine for the table, after which I proceeded to re-start my pulse and mentally plan the rest of my meals for the year around the McDonald's dollar menu. Soooo... at the end of the evening, I charged what is definitely the largest amount of money I have ever spent on a single meal on my poor, weeping bank card. After the shock (and PAIN!!) of it wore off, I realized that it was actually worth it, because it was a very nice meal -- expen$ive cae$ar $alad, expen$ive vegetable$, expen$ive ha$h brown$, expen$$$ive wine, expen$ive $teak -- and, more importantly, just very nice company. It was a good time.
Then to top the evening off, we came back to the apartment wherein Scott proceeded to pass out from his inability to do wine, and Dev, Ed and I had Folk Song Night!! Hahaha! This just involved us busting out the guitar, drums and keyboard and trying to cover every possible song we can imagine. We rocked. Extreme's "More than Words" and the Barenaked Ladies' "If I Had $1,000,000" were my personal favorites. Christie sat, playing Playstation 2 trying to block out the horrible horrible (and by "horrible," I mean "fantastically harmonious") sounds of our vocal and instrumental stylings. Good. Times.
Don't be jealous.
This city is awesome. Scott is here for the annual Midwest Band and Orchestra conference (NERDS!!! hahaha) and I just tagged along for the sole intent to hang out with my old UOP friend, Dev. We actually got here on Tuesday evening after a 9+ hour car ride.
Our first two days here were ... interesting, seeing as how Scott and I were not best friends for the last little while. But now that that has been worked out we are well on our way to enjoying the next few days in Chicago with Dev & Christie (Best. Hostesses. EVER!), as well as their nerdly band director friends Vanessa and Ed. I actually first met Ed back in the day when I was a fresh and eager, wide-eyed young budding musician in the armpit of America (i.e. Stockton, CA). He is a percussion friend of Dev's and came to a couple parties of ours at UOP. ...He gave me my very first beer! Hahaha. What a distinction. And weirdly enough, Ed and Scott know each other from when they were both in the Blue Devils Drum Corps waaay back before Scott and I even met. Small world, eh? So I think Scott was very glad, not only to have another male figure in this apartment, but also to have somebody to have nerdish band discussions with. 'Cause it shore ain't gone be wit me! Ha!
Anyway, today was pretty much the first time I ventured out into the arctic tundra instead of hibernating inside D & C's warm toasty apartment all day. Well, except for last night when Scott and I joined the rest of the crew to go have drinks and merriment. But we only lasted a couple of hours, so I didn't count that. Scott and I went to the Shedd Aquarium in the museum campus (I think that's what it's called? It's also got the Field Museum and the Adler Planetarium.) The aquarium excursion was especially cool because:
a) Christie works as a teacher there and was able to get us free passes, and
b) she also stuck around to give us pretty much a personal tour of the place.
It was awesome! Yay Christie! On a side note, we also had lunch at the aquarium wherein I had my very first Chicago-style hotdog, which basically was a hotdog with every imaginable topping you could pile on top. Mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, pickles, relish, etc. etc. etc. It was glorious.
Then after the aquarium, Scott and I exited the place with the intention of finding a taxi cab to take back to the apartment. For some reason, though, a taxi cab never surfaced and we ended up walking and walking (and walking and walking...) until we realized we were not that far from the Hilton hotel (where the Nerd Conference is being held) so we just ended up walking the entire distance. Let's just say that by the end of it Scott's ears were just two flesh-colored blocks of ice and my face was so frozen it hurrrrt. Oh well. The Hilton was toasty warm and we walked around a bit and got some Star*ucks coffee (I can't escape it!!! Gaaaah!!!!) before finally catching a cab back to the apartment.
*** NOW WE GET TO THE PART WHERE MY PARENTS SHAKE THEIR HEADS IN DISAPPOINTMENT AND PONDER THE THOUGHT OF DISOWNING ME FOR MY FINANCIAL INEPTITUDE ***
So then, after a brief respite at the apartment, Scott and I went to meet a few of his band director friends from California for a nice dinner at Shula's (as in Don Shula -- some big football guy? Da Bears? I don't know... Whatevs.) in the Sheraton hotel. I was forewarned that it was going to be expensive. Despite the warning, however, I still chose to go because:
a) I wanted to actually meet some of these people that Scott has been talking about forever who I have never really had a chance to sit down with and get to know (plus it would give them a chance to sit down and get to know the wonderous beauty and splendor of .... me! Ha.)
b) I haven't really been spending that much money for food since we got here. Hurray for Dev and Christie's (and Vanessa's, actually!) cooking skillz! And
c) in my pathetic universe, anything over $30 is "expensive" so I figured I would be able to throw down, you know, $40 or so for a nice dinner.
...Let's just say that ten minutes into the dinner, one of the guys (who I happen to have known by name for years and years because he is the band director at the Santa Rosa Junior College in my hometown... What a small f*ing world!) ordered a $200 bottle of wine for the table, after which I proceeded to re-start my pulse and mentally plan the rest of my meals for the year around the McDonald's dollar menu. Soooo... at the end of the evening, I charged what is definitely the largest amount of money I have ever spent on a single meal on my poor, weeping bank card. After the shock (and PAIN!!) of it wore off, I realized that it was actually worth it, because it was a very nice meal -- expen$ive cae$ar $alad, expen$ive vegetable$, expen$ive ha$h brown$, expen$$$ive wine, expen$ive $teak -- and, more importantly, just very nice company. It was a good time.
Then to top the evening off, we came back to the apartment wherein Scott proceeded to pass out from his inability to do wine, and Dev, Ed and I had Folk Song Night!! Hahaha! This just involved us busting out the guitar, drums and keyboard and trying to cover every possible song we can imagine. We rocked. Extreme's "More than Words" and the Barenaked Ladies' "If I Had $1,000,000" were my personal favorites. Christie sat, playing Playstation 2 trying to block out the horrible horrible (and by "horrible," I mean "fantastically harmonious") sounds of our vocal and instrumental stylings. Good. Times.
Don't be jealous.
12.13.2005
Whoops
So.... my last post where I earnestly promised to update every day? ....Yeah, I lied.
Scott and I are about to leave for Chicago, where I plan to freeze to death in a timely manner. I will update from there. Wheeee!
Scott and I are about to leave for Chicago, where I plan to freeze to death in a timely manner. I will update from there. Wheeee!
12.05.2005
I'm aliiiiiive!
Sorry about the (not-so) brief absence, folks. Things in my head were sort of getting in the way of my producing my usual witty witticisms for the past several days. Ugh, life. Except now it's, "Whee, life!" because things are starting to work themselves out like I hoped they would. So my goal for now is to stop neglecting this blog -- because I know all of my trillions of faithful readers are lost and despondent without it -- and update once a day. Or at least every other day... Okay, definitely more than once a week.
*****
Yesterday I worked at Star*ucks from open to close. The hours weren't as hellishly long as it sounds considering we close at 2pm on Sundays. What was hellish, however, was the fact that from the time I got there at 6am to the time I left, we had literally about 30 customers pass throughout the entire day. Unfortunately, I didn't sleep very well the night before and could almost tangibly feel my brain slipping into a deeper and more extreme state of dead-ness with each passing hour. I think at one point I actually saw a tumbleweed roll by. Okay, not really, but the imagery is effective. The mocha, pumpkin spice latte and cup of coffee I had (not to mention the cinnamon twist and cup of caramel apple cider...) didn't really help things either. In fact, it probably made things worse somehow. Luckily I had another (non-Idiot) coworker with me -- who was in an equally sleep-deprived and extremely-bored state as I -- and we had a hell of a time passing the hours away by going through the Sunday paper, doing all the crossword puzzles and leafing through all the katrillion pages of Christmas shopping advertisements. The crosswords were especially entertaining considering our combined state of brain-cell inactivity:
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "What's a five-letter word, ending with N, that also means 'sea'?"
Me: "'Sea?'"
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "Yeah, S-E-A."
Me: "Four letters?"
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "Five."
Me: ".....Ummm, 'ocean'!!"
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "AAAAGH!!" walks away in shame...
Anyway, so that was that.
Also, Scott and I got a Christmas tree this past weekend. It makes me happy to no end! Ich liebe Christmas!
*****
Yesterday I worked at Star*ucks from open to close. The hours weren't as hellishly long as it sounds considering we close at 2pm on Sundays. What was hellish, however, was the fact that from the time I got there at 6am to the time I left, we had literally about 30 customers pass throughout the entire day. Unfortunately, I didn't sleep very well the night before and could almost tangibly feel my brain slipping into a deeper and more extreme state of dead-ness with each passing hour. I think at one point I actually saw a tumbleweed roll by. Okay, not really, but the imagery is effective. The mocha, pumpkin spice latte and cup of coffee I had (not to mention the cinnamon twist and cup of caramel apple cider...) didn't really help things either. In fact, it probably made things worse somehow. Luckily I had another (non-Idiot) coworker with me -- who was in an equally sleep-deprived and extremely-bored state as I -- and we had a hell of a time passing the hours away by going through the Sunday paper, doing all the crossword puzzles and leafing through all the katrillion pages of Christmas shopping advertisements. The crosswords were especially entertaining considering our combined state of brain-cell inactivity:
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "What's a five-letter word, ending with N, that also means 'sea'?"
Me: "'Sea?'"
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "Yeah, S-E-A."
Me: "Four letters?"
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "Five."
Me: ".....Ummm, 'ocean'!!"
Nice, non-Idiot coworker: "AAAAGH!!" walks away in shame...
Anyway, so that was that.
Also, Scott and I got a Christmas tree this past weekend. It makes me happy to no end! Ich liebe Christmas!
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