Today, my formerly-beloved-but-slowly-regaining-its-good-graces baby boy (un)Lucky passed his 100,000 mile mark on the odometer. To celebrate, (un)Lucky nearly ran out of gas on my way to work while continuing to smell of funktified mildew. As for me, I celebrated by ignoring the blinking gas light on my dashboard and making a leisurely detour to Star*ucks on my way to work and ordering a soy Vanilla Latte. As you can see, the Star*ucks is back into full effect despite my recent seasonal attempt to break free from its deadly stranglehold and I am again no longer able to function on any sort of productive level without my morning cup of soy crack.
I'd write more but I'm too busy fantasizing about what I am going to eat for dinner tonight...
More spater, meinen freunden!
4.25.2007
4.18.2007
Quickie bedtime blog
1. In self-punishment, my body has decided to make me repent for my Weekend O' Disgusting Gluttonous Eating by giving me heartburn for the past 2 days. I've gotten heartburn like only two other times ever in my entire life. This was one of them. I keep popping the Tums, but since I am a delicate little daffodil, I am unable to burp, which, really, is the only thing that my body wants to do right now. One huge massive one that will instantly return my current bloated acid-bubble stomach to its usual more fit state. Ugh, that would be awesome.
2. Perhaps the fact that I scarfed down nearly an entire bag of "Hot and Spicy" Nagaraya nuts at midnight last night didn't help things. What was I thinking?! Well, "delicious" is what I was thinking, but now I'm paying for it.
3. I have begun the official Ysabel Is Slowly Starting To Freak Out About Turning 30 In A Few Years And Is Undertaking Steps To Get Her Health, Body And Finances In Tip-Top Shape Step By Step Plan:
2. Perhaps the fact that I scarfed down nearly an entire bag of "Hot and Spicy" Nagaraya nuts at midnight last night didn't help things. What was I thinking?! Well, "delicious" is what I was thinking, but now I'm paying for it.
3. I have begun the official Ysabel Is Slowly Starting To Freak Out About Turning 30 In A Few Years And Is Undertaking Steps To Get Her Health, Body And Finances In Tip-Top Shape Step By Step Plan:
- a. Help Scott buy an elliptical machine for our apartment (i.e. Accompany Scott as he goes to the exercise machine store and buys an elliptical machine for our apartment).
- b. Ask parental and computer-genius brother units for help in paying off bills which I fell behind on as a result of my running off to Japan last month and losing 3 weeks of precious pay.
- c. Go so far as to mark down on my Google calendar my payments back to parental and computer-genius brother units, beginning payday this Friday (at last!) so as to not be a complete and utter mooch this time around. Huzzah!
- d. Did 10 minutes on the elliptical machine yesterday (Hey, we all gotta start somewhere...) and 20 minutes tonight. Woo! Tonight's workout nearly made me vomit in my mouth from the seizing of my asthma-weakened lungs. No pain, no gain, right?
- e. Seriously ponder the thought of starting use of wrinkle cream on my face. Oy. How did I get to this point in my life when I'm actually starting to analyze my forehead in my rear-view mirror during stop lights examining for potential wrinkles?! I mean, don't you have to have a successful career and more than $2 in savings before you get to that point?! Well, I don't have any wrinkles. Yet.
4. Oog, that's all. The acidy bloatiness of my tummy is too distracting. Off to bed and dream of giant burps and antacids...
4.15.2007
Someone please tell me why I love this commercial so much...
Perhaps because, unlike Berries & Cream Jazz Diet Pepsi (i.e. vomit in a bottle), this product actually sounds kind of tasty!
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Speaking of, I've eaten an obscene amount of gross, unhealthy foods the last 3 days. The reason I haven't updated in a while is because I have been too busy being a disgusting bloated blob of flesh on the couch. Blargh.
4.12.2007
I thought I covered my addiction pretty well....
Is it bad that I walked into work this morning carrying a Grande Iced Soy 2-pump Caramel Machiatto in one hand (for me) and a Tall Vanilla Latte (for one of my co-workers) in the other, and as I passed one of our educational road reps while double-fisting the cups of Life Elixir, he just automatically assumed that both drinks were for me and made the comment of, "Ha. One of those mornings, huh?"
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Holy crap. I just looked at the order sticker on my Caramel Machiatto. I had asked for half the number of pumps of vanilla syrup. However, it seems that the person at the drive-thru typed in "15 pumps" instead. Yowza. No wonder it tasted a little sweet. And no wonder I'm in such a good mood! It's because I can't feel things anymore! Wheee!
Wheeeee!!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
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In other news: My childhood best friend, Heidi (Hi Heidi! You know, you should comment on my blogs...), came up to Seattle to visit her dad who recently moved to a neighborhood literally about 5 minutes from our apartment and we had an awesome time just catching up over coffee and dinner. It's pretty amazing to have a friend that knew you from when you were a teeny tiny little 10-year old kid all the way through high school and then reconnect with them almost 10 years after you fell out of touch. Anyway, more details on that later. When my veins aren't filled with pure vanilla syrup and I am able to hold the same thought for more than ten seconds.
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Holy crap. I just looked at the order sticker on my Caramel Machiatto. I had asked for half the number of pumps of vanilla syrup. However, it seems that the person at the drive-thru typed in "15 pumps" instead. Yowza. No wonder it tasted a little sweet. And no wonder I'm in such a good mood! It's because I can't feel things anymore! Wheee!
Wheeeee!!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!
***
In other news: My childhood best friend, Heidi (Hi Heidi! You know, you should comment on my blogs...), came up to Seattle to visit her dad who recently moved to a neighborhood literally about 5 minutes from our apartment and we had an awesome time just catching up over coffee and dinner. It's pretty amazing to have a friend that knew you from when you were a teeny tiny little 10-year old kid all the way through high school and then reconnect with them almost 10 years after you fell out of touch. Anyway, more details on that later. When my veins aren't filled with pure vanilla syrup and I am able to hold the same thought for more than ten seconds.
4.02.2007
I know I said my next post would be the Japan pictures...but I lied.
Ugh, just one day back at my unbearably soul-destroying job and my formerly rejuvenated soul has already re-blackened itself with the intense hellfire of one thousand evil winged monkeys which feast on...
...Okay, it's not really that bad, but, man, customers are such bitches sometimes, you know? Ick ick ick. Like, hey, I'm sorry that you have to wait an extra 90 seconds for us to re-download and print a piece of music that came out wrong on the printer, but you throwing a hissy fit because I told you that we cannot just take an original piece of music and copy it on the Xerox machine because that goes completely against federal copyright laws pertaining to published sheet music -- something that I am clearly more knowledgeable of and, not to mention, more apt to be held accountable for -- isn't going to accomplish anything, nor is your smarmy comment made under your stanky breath of, "See? Nobody came and arrested you..." after we quickly and legally reprinted a newly purchased downloaded piece of sheet music for your hateful ass and very politely handed it to you despite every instinct to take the piece of music and give you 10 swift well-deserved paper cuts instead.
*sigh*
Ah well, I guess I'll just have to look at my Japan pictures on Flickr again while sipping a delicious cup of hot green tea and Zen myself back into a more peaceful state. Ommmm...
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Oh, and P.S. So I leave for a couple of weeks and my triumphant return post garners one measly comment (thank you Joan!) from you ungrateful so-called faithful readers??!!! Unacceptable!!! I expect a much higher level of gratitude from you; otherwise, no Japanese souvenirs for you!! Hahaha, just kidding. I have no souvenirs for you anyway. I'm poor.
And P.P.S Have you gone to see "Blades of Glory" yet? Freaking high-larious. Go see it.
...Okay, it's not really that bad, but, man, customers are such bitches sometimes, you know? Ick ick ick. Like, hey, I'm sorry that you have to wait an extra 90 seconds for us to re-download and print a piece of music that came out wrong on the printer, but you throwing a hissy fit because I told you that we cannot just take an original piece of music and copy it on the Xerox machine because that goes completely against federal copyright laws pertaining to published sheet music -- something that I am clearly more knowledgeable of and, not to mention, more apt to be held accountable for -- isn't going to accomplish anything, nor is your smarmy comment made under your stanky breath of, "See? Nobody came and arrested you..." after we quickly and legally reprinted a newly purchased downloaded piece of sheet music for your hateful ass and very politely handed it to you despite every instinct to take the piece of music and give you 10 swift well-deserved paper cuts instead.
*sigh*
Ah well, I guess I'll just have to look at my Japan pictures on Flickr again while sipping a delicious cup of hot green tea and Zen myself back into a more peaceful state. Ommmm...
***
Oh, and P.S. So I leave for a couple of weeks and my triumphant return post garners one measly comment (thank you Joan!) from you ungrateful so-called faithful readers??!!! Unacceptable!!! I expect a much higher level of gratitude from you; otherwise, no Japanese souvenirs for you!! Hahaha, just kidding. I have no souvenirs for you anyway. I'm poor.
And P.P.S Have you gone to see "Blades of Glory" yet? Freaking high-larious. Go see it.
3.29.2007
I'm baaaaack!
...Okay okay okay. I've actually been back for an undisclosed number of days. However, seeing as how the privacy of my blog has been somewhat compromised in regards to my workplace (damn you, MySpace!) and seeing as how I have been hiding out from my workplace since my secret return to Seattle an undisclosed number of days ago, I have been holding off on blogging about how FREAKING AWESOME OUR TRIP TO JAPAN WAS AND HOW I AM NOW FULLY CONVINCED THAT I DO NOT WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH MY LIFE BUT PLAY MUSIC, TEACH MUSIC AND TRAVEL THE WORLLLLLD!!!
Step 1: Begin hatching ways in which I can quit my dreary, stress-filled, life-overtaking job and still manage to be able to pay for things such as electricity, food and a roof over my head without sending pathetic emails to the parental units and computer-genius brothers. Check.
Step 2: Determine that the best plan of attack, which I should have started, oh, back in September, is to launch a full-scale attack on the young clarinet-wielding student population in the greater Puget Sound area in order to lure them into taking private lessons with me. Check.
Step 3: Buy some fancy-schmancy resume paper on which to print out 50 thousand copies of my resume. Check.
Step 4: Spend the greater majority of the afternoon online designing and ordering unbelievably cute yet professional business cards, with matching refrigerator magnets and post-it note pads to give to prospective clarinet students. Check!
Step 5: Await arrival of aforementioned unbelievably cute yet professional business cards with matching refrigerator magnets and post-it note in the mail. Meantime, finish off this blissful Week of Hiding Out From My Workplace as I Attempt to Win the Battle Against Jet Lag and go back to work on Monday where I tough it out until I can complete my full-scale attack and build a studio of a target twenty students. And then I can move on to the part of my life where I am actually happy and content doing what I am doing and can feel like an actual musician again. Sigh...check soon?
Anyhoo, speaking of jet lag: it is officially kicking my butt this week. On our way to Japan we met at Sea-Tac at about 10am, departed at 1:30pm and landed in Narita at about dinnertime local time. Then we had to take a 2-hour bus ride across Tokyo to the Haneda airport where we caught another plane that took us to Kobe. From there we took a bus to Osaka. By the time we got to our hotel for the night, it was nearly midnight local time, meaning it was about 8am Seattle-time. Long story short, we were beyond exhausted, and falling asleep right away and, consequently, waking up on schedule the next morning was not a problem.
On the return flight, however, we departed Tokyo at about dinnertime and arrived back in Seattle at 10am. So we were tired when we got home and couldn't resist the urge to take a quick 6-hour "nap" in the middle of they day which, of course, led to not being able to fall asleep at night, staying up til 5 in the morning watching informercials until you finally doze off, and then repeating the entire cycle over again for an undisclosed number of days. Case in point: last night, as I sat on the couch wide-awake cursing the fact that there is no more good television at 4 in the morning, I gave in and popped a couple of ExcedrinPMs. This, unfortunately, resulted in my falling asleep on the couch and sleeping until 2 in the afternoon. Damn! I'll try the snoozy pills again tonight -- perhaps at a more reasonable hour than 4am -- and see if I can get back on schedule sometime this weekend. Because I have to go back to work next week. Ugh.
Anyway, I'm working on getting my photos posted on this blog soon. I've uploaded them on Flickr, so if you've got a Flickr account, let me know and I can add you onto my contacts list. Otherwise, watch out for my next post as it should (hopefully) be pictures of the Japan Tour!
*******
ps. On an unrelated note: Blades of Glory opens tomorrow and I can't wait to see it. Will Ferrell plus Olympic Ice-Skating? Yes please!!
Step 1: Begin hatching ways in which I can quit my dreary, stress-filled, life-overtaking job and still manage to be able to pay for things such as electricity, food and a roof over my head without sending pathetic emails to the parental units and computer-genius brothers. Check.
Step 2: Determine that the best plan of attack, which I should have started, oh, back in September, is to launch a full-scale attack on the young clarinet-wielding student population in the greater Puget Sound area in order to lure them into taking private lessons with me. Check.
Step 3: Buy some fancy-schmancy resume paper on which to print out 50 thousand copies of my resume. Check.
Step 4: Spend the greater majority of the afternoon online designing and ordering unbelievably cute yet professional business cards, with matching refrigerator magnets and post-it note pads to give to prospective clarinet students. Check!
Step 5: Await arrival of aforementioned unbelievably cute yet professional business cards with matching refrigerator magnets and post-it note in the mail. Meantime, finish off this blissful Week of Hiding Out From My Workplace as I Attempt to Win the Battle Against Jet Lag and go back to work on Monday where I tough it out until I can complete my full-scale attack and build a studio of a target twenty students. And then I can move on to the part of my life where I am actually happy and content doing what I am doing and can feel like an actual musician again. Sigh...check soon?
Anyhoo, speaking of jet lag: it is officially kicking my butt this week. On our way to Japan we met at Sea-Tac at about 10am, departed at 1:30pm and landed in Narita at about dinnertime local time. Then we had to take a 2-hour bus ride across Tokyo to the Haneda airport where we caught another plane that took us to Kobe. From there we took a bus to Osaka. By the time we got to our hotel for the night, it was nearly midnight local time, meaning it was about 8am Seattle-time. Long story short, we were beyond exhausted, and falling asleep right away and, consequently, waking up on schedule the next morning was not a problem.
On the return flight, however, we departed Tokyo at about dinnertime and arrived back in Seattle at 10am. So we were tired when we got home and couldn't resist the urge to take a quick 6-hour "nap" in the middle of they day which, of course, led to not being able to fall asleep at night, staying up til 5 in the morning watching informercials until you finally doze off, and then repeating the entire cycle over again for an undisclosed number of days. Case in point: last night, as I sat on the couch wide-awake cursing the fact that there is no more good television at 4 in the morning, I gave in and popped a couple of ExcedrinPMs. This, unfortunately, resulted in my falling asleep on the couch and sleeping until 2 in the afternoon. Damn! I'll try the snoozy pills again tonight -- perhaps at a more reasonable hour than 4am -- and see if I can get back on schedule sometime this weekend. Because I have to go back to work next week. Ugh.
Anyway, I'm working on getting my photos posted on this blog soon. I've uploaded them on Flickr, so if you've got a Flickr account, let me know and I can add you onto my contacts list. Otherwise, watch out for my next post as it should (hopefully) be pictures of the Japan Tour!
*******
ps. On an unrelated note: Blades of Glory opens tomorrow and I can't wait to see it. Will Ferrell plus Olympic Ice-Skating? Yes please!!
3.11.2007
Gah.
Can someone please tell me why I cannot find one freaking fitted, long sleeved, non-hoochie black concert top to bring to Japan??!! Our tour takes us through the more rural areas of Japan, which warrants more conservative concert wear (i.e. I am not allowed to wear pants. Or show my elbows apparently. Boo....) and I spent a good two hours speed-walking through the entire Alderwood Mall and couldn't find anything that wasn't either too hoochie or too granny. Ugh. And seriously, since when is everything made with a 3/4-length sleeve? I just need something that looks semi-decent that has sleeves that go to my wrists and a neckline that doesn't show any bosom. Ich bin sehr frustrated. Don't even ask me how long it took me to find an ankle-length black skirt.
God, I hate shopping.*
* Except for smokehouse almonds and men's socks, that is. Both of which I bought at Target after my anxiety-inducing trip through the mall. Huzzah!
God, I hate shopping.*
* Except for smokehouse almonds and men's socks, that is. Both of which I bought at Target after my anxiety-inducing trip through the mall. Huzzah!
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