Mr. Pumpkin Head

So, I am super happy right now. Jenny and I decorated our pumpkins today. Yes, decorate not carve. Carving takes too much effort and you all should know how lazy I am. So some genious out there created mr. potato head parts for pumpkins. so glorious. jenny's is a pirate and mine is a witch. freaking hilarious. =)

okay really, am i five?

Playing hooky

I feel like a rebellious teen again! Oh wait, i wasn't a rebellious teen. I totally ditched work today. I got woken up at 9, realized what time it was and decided to call work and let them know i was going to be in late. Then I flipped the miraculous coin and it told me to take the day off to hang out with mama thompson - or as i like to call her now, the j-mom. let's recap the nite...

YESTERDAY
Went to help coach a soccer practice with little boys who were about 10 years old. Oh the flashbacks to USD soccer camps. good lord...they are a lot to handle. But it was fun.

Decided to go to the shout house with the j-mom, jenny, anthony, and joan. what a blast. was well on my way to a good buzz when we picked j-mom up from the airport. The shout house is a piano bar downtown and it is a great freaking place. Continued to drink a big ass beer in a cup that says "big ass beer" on it. then i remembered that the only other time i had been to the shout house i was wasted beyond all control and called andre creepy. oh the memories.

so we toasted and drank and sang and it was wonderful. when i first sat down i looked at one of the guys playing the piano and i was like, holy shit i know that guy! granted, i don't KNOW him but he was the pianist when i was in the usd choir. never said a word to him in my life...minor detail. always thought he was cute though. so we drank some more and sang some more. then, this is classic, anthony requested they play "stacey's mom" but say jenny's mom instead. you remember that song? stacey's mom has got it going on...

so the CPG (cute piano guy) started playing it but he said stacey's mom. then he stopped the song and said he was supposed to be saying jenny's mom and then he asked the audience, where is jenny's mom? so we all point to j-mom and they get her up on stage. THEN cpg asks, where's jenny? so jenny joins her mom on stage. many pictures were taken. then cpg says, i think they've lost that loving feeling. so everyone starts singing the song like it's another top gun. i don't know how it came about but cpg said something about watching out for these ladies because they're full of std's and whatnot. and i died....i was laughing so hard. the two probably cleanest ladies in this world just got told they have std's. so effing funny. so we all go back to the table and i drink some more.

after all the drinking it was time to pee. so i'm on my way to the bathroom and they start playing istambul is not constantinople and i turned right back around and sprinted to jenny. because only crazy people like us know they might be giants. so funny.

later they started playing vanilla ice and cpg asks anyone who knows how to dance like vanilla ice to get up and start dancing. so anthony gets up next to our table and starts dancing exactly like vanilla ice. so cpg gets anthony up on stage in front of everyone to dance. freaking hysterical.

then at some point anthony, jenny and i went up to the bar for a shot of tequila. i'm wasted by this point in time.

so throughout the night i keep looking at cpg and when he took a break earlier in the night, joan and i did a walk-by to see if he would look at us. he didn't, so when we got back to the table we came to the conclusion that he must be gay. towards the end of the night, cpg got off stage and was hanging out in the bar area. in my drunken phase, i thought it a good idea to go hit on him and ask if he was gay or not. so i walk up to him and ask him if i can buy him a drink. he's not dumb so he says of course. then i asked him if he was the piano player for usd (damn well knowing he was) and we talked about that for awhile and i told him that i thought he was an amazing pianist. and he is. so after that, i decide it's a good time to throw the gay question at him. i am an idiot...whatever. this is what i said...

"So I don't want to offend you but i wanted to ask you if you were gay."

and he looks at me with an expression of surprise and wtf. i think to myself, fucking A andi. he responds with a NO and asks if he gives off that impression and I said no it's just that he's musically challenged and you don't find many that are straight. He's still looking at me like i'm this crazy ass girl. but for some odd reason he kept talking to me. maybe he felt bad cuz i bought him a beer. so we talked for a little while longer and then i had to pee again. so i said i'd be right back. jenny joined me and when we came out of the bathroom there was no more music, mostly everyone was gone. jenny walks back to the table and i go back to the bar assuming the guy has left. nope still there...however my beer wasn't. haha. oh well. THEN, this was unexpected. he asks me if i want a shot. well i'm not dumb either so i gladly accept. his shot of choice? jager. always fucking jager. as soon as he said that i start laughing because i have interesting experiences with jager. so we take our shot. and then it's time to leave. and i remember writing down my number for him but i don't remember if i just offered it or if he asked me for it. i really wish i could remember. oh well...and then i was joking with him saying he wouldn't call me. he asked why and i said because i called you gay. and we laughed and it was all fun. but i figure if i called andre creepy and we ended up dating, i can call cpg gay and we can end up dating. HAHA. i love my reasoning. however, i don't think he'll call but that's ok because i got a great story out of it. =)

i don't remember walking back to the car, nor the ride home, nor the walk to our apartment. but somehow i woke up this morning in my pajamas so that's a good thing. fucking jager...i swear i always forget shit when i drink that black licorce tasting demon.

TODAY
had every intention of going to work today. but i needed to hang out with my mama, the j-mom. we went to breakfast and ran errands and it was a lot of fun. j-mom is hysterical. they all went camping so i'm on my own for a couple days. i will get studying done dammit!

i just have to remember that today is not saturday and that i still have work tomorrow.

ps- i love evanescence and i wouldn't mind raping amy lee. =)

Life is about to get GREAT again. (note the sarcasm)

At times in my life, I enjoy being pathetic. For instance, I ate at the mission this, well, afternoon, and then i continued to lay on my couch for the remainder of the day. i got up for three reasons: get a cup of water, go pee, and run to the phone in my bedroom. I watched three movies and would be four except the fourth one was going to scare the shit out of me and i kinda want a good night sleep. I think to make myself feel better for not going for a run i watched action packed movies - mummy returns, blade, and the matrix. i definitely got my workout watching all those swords fights and shit.

what really made me laugh was when i decided to watch the movies i was laying on the couch and the remotes were not in my sight. so i call to jenny and not only does she put the first movie in but she hands me the first remote that is above my head and i can't see and then hands me the second which is on the floor right below me. honestly, i'm not sure if i could be any lazier. i think it stems back to junior year when i would talk on aim and then i'd ask rose to get me something from the kitchen when i was by far the closer person. but i've had some amazing roomies that make my laziness excel.

i guess i'm not extremely lazy. i was up at 7am on saturday morning and then i didn't go to bed until 3am. it was a long ass day....driving to LA, funeral, driving to sister's apt in laguna niguel, driving back to SD in bloody traffic, and then proceeding to drink a crapload and go to maloney's with the girls. yeah no wonder i'm fucking exhausted.

warning:
studying will resume on tuesday and i will have no life. no more marathon training, no more drinking (ok let's keep it real, minimal drinking), and no eating. basically i'm going to be a skinny, nonmuscular, smart girl.

crap....i hear jenny watching saw in the background....

i'm gonna go watch it despite my reasonable judgment. fucking nightmares...

Eff You Credit Card Companies

I'm irritated.

I remember trying to get my very first credit card and no one would except my application. Ok, what the fuck I have a steady job and I make decent money yet you aren't going to let me have a freaking credit card?

And this one was the best....one company wouldn't let me get a credit card because I had no previous credit. WELL YEAH you fuckers won't give me a goddamn card.

So, I got one of those "pre-qualified" papers in the mail saying hi sign up for our credit card. I decide that I probably should have another one so I go online and fill in the application. After I've filled everything out, it says I'm sorry we regret to inform you that we're not going to give you one and we can't explain the reasons why.

you fuckers.

Still unhappy...

So, I've been to 3 funerals in my entire life...and i've decided i'm not the prettiest sight at these gatherings.

Funeral #1, Age 8, Grandpa Moon:
First person I've known personally that had died. I remember standing the church and they started playing amazing grace and my dad started crying. That was the first time I had ever seen my dad cry, and I lost it after that point.

Funeral #2, Age 11, Gramma:
This was weird because we knew my gramma was slowly dying and it was only a matter of time. She asked that her closest family members say something at her funeral. I had to get up in front of a crowded church and tell them something that I remembered about my gramma. We had a coloring book that was called "I'm Glad I'm Your Grandma." So whenever we would say goodbye, she would always say, I'm glad i'm your grandma and I would say, I'm glad I'm your little girl. That was really fucking hard to say in front of all those people and not be crying.

Funeral #3, Age 17, my friend's father:
He was killed by a drunk driver. Fuck you drunk drivers...I fucking hate you. I handled this one alright, relatively speaking. I remember the one person comforting me and wiping my tears was my old soccer coach that i hadn't seen in 4 years. So there were the emotions for mimi and maytal (kids) and then there were mixed in emotions for my coach whom i love taking care of me and my friend sara.

Soon to be Funeral #4, Age 22, Danny:
Danny is the first person who has passed away that I've actually been friends with, who has been my friend and not just an acquaintance (wow i probably butchered the spelling of that word) and I don't think I'm going to handle this very well....

I've seen better days...

Not only did I have to work this weekend but I found out one of my friends died in a freak accident. great. then i decided to get my mind off everything and we celebrated andrew's bday which was fun until the drama kicked in and i had to kick people out of andrews house and deal with drunken drama. which i don't mind except i wasn't really in the right frame of mind to be a tolerant person.

today has been a blur. i've cleaned a lot. i've noticed that if i keep busy i kinda forget that anything ever happened. but then it always comes back....and i feel sick to my stomach.

marcus, my sincerest apologies for leaving my phone in andrew's apartment when we went out last night.

andrew, i love you and everything will be okay in the end.

to my dearest departed, i hope you know how loved you were, are, and will always be.

=(

Is it sick that I think marathons are addictive?

I'm already thinking about which one i want to do next. Here's my vacation:

FRIDAY:
Hopped on a plane to portland with my dear friend jenny. watched mean girls on my laptop. looked out the plane at all the beautiful trees and mountains. met her parents at the airport. had hot guys direct us to the rental car. ate lunch at our hotel bar and grille. went for a little jog along a huge ass river. ate yummy italian food. bedtime.

SATURDAY:
Woke up and ate FREE breakfast. sat down and completed three, yes three, homework questions. room was freezing so instead of turning up the thermostat like a normal person i got back under the blankets and started reading. i wasn't very successful. i was woken up by nathan's phone call saying he was coming to get me. crap and a half....i should probably get out of my pj's. went out to lunch with good ol nathan. for those of you that don't know nathan, he is one of the nicest guys you will ever meet. it's funny, we actually hung out more this weekend than we probably ever did at usd. anyway, went to lunch, went to pick up AA batteries at his parents house (which really made me laugh being you can easily go to any store and buy them), met his mom who is absolutely precious, continued thru back roads and more beautiful trees to his house (yes HIS house) and we watched football and i drank a crapload of water. he has the cutest little house and i'm really effing jealous. moving on, ate a spectacular dinner at this restaurant that floats on the river.

SUNDAY:
woke up at the asscrack of dawn to run 26.2 miles. i was really scared that my knee would fuck me over because it has kinda been bugging me. but j and i were so adrenaline rushed that i don't think i noticed anything. the race was fucking phenomenal. around 8000 people ran/walked the marathon, 4000 volunteers, and a gazillion supporters along side the course. there were so many things to look at....the fans and all the crazy signs they were holding, the bands, the fat belly dancers, the drumline band, the fans dressed in giant fruit costumes (the blueberry was the best) and jenny's parents tracking us down at various points of the race. key things to note:
we ate gummy bears every chance we got and drank a shot of beer at mile 23.

jenny and i beat our first marathon time by one hour and ten minutes. just take a second to think about that. out of effing control. the race was surreal. it doesn't seem like we did it. i swear, if i hadn't gotten a metal, space blanket, and seedling i wouldn't have thought i had done it. it is such an amazing experience to run a marathon and i suggest that everyone does it at some point in their life.

here comes the good stuff....

jenny and i ate lunch with the parents and went back to the hotel...or so the parents thought. we walked three blocks to the nearest 7-11 and picked up two large bottles of aquafina and three 32oz bud lights. we walked back to the room, drank our beers and watched spaceballs. well, we didn't quite watch it, we were quoting the entire movie before it happened. and it was one of the best times i've ever had with j. we finally showered (ew we're gross) and we went to dinner (certainly buzzed) with the parents and nathan. we recapped all the crazy shit we did earlier that day....such as jenny taking the gummy bears and telling them that their life will have not been in vain. so funny. i'm sure nathan probably thinks we are retarded.....but at least we're entertainment. in fact, one guy in the race flat out told us that we were entertaining. jenny and i continued to down 2 more beers at dinner. we were feeling great after that. we went back to the room and nathan, jenny, and i continued to talk and eat sweets. good stuff. a perfect day.

MONDAY:
i didn't want to leave portland. something about that city consumes a piece of my heart. regardless...j and i flew back to sd. and we ate souplantation and i bought closer and garden state. we watched closer...which is a really weird movie. later that night, jenny passed out, i drank a bottle of wine and joan and i watched garden state.

an excellent vacation.