p.s.

AND! i forgot to add that my dad brought me a new iPod! he upgraded me to a 30gig photo iPod. yay dad!

hi computer rockstar

UPS woke me up at 9am to deliver my brand new T40 laptop! yay! and since my little router was chugging away this whole time sans computer to connect to, my internet connection was RIGHT THERE when i booted up! yay! i love when things work without complication.

last night i woke up at 3am and then got all excited about my computer and my pending road trip to the The Giant Mall in milpitas and then Giant Mall II in san jose? i am meeting misty at the FORNARINA outlet with the hopes that i can find big shoes. yay! oh, i have no money but whatever. so i was awake FOR EVER. i played a couple of rounds of scrabble on my PDA. and then finally fell back asleep...so that is why i was still sleeping at 9am.

now i will download photos! yay!

so close!

my computer was FINALLY shipped on friday! however, i was reading my new yorker on the eliptical trainer at the gym when they tried to deliver this morning...so sadness. no computer yet!

FAFSA=Happiness (at least until i have to pay it back)

so i just had my meeting with my financial aid "advisor" because i was a little confused about what i was "awarded." turns out for the program i am in, USF starts the school year in the summer so not only was i qualified to receive funds for the summer, but the school (who was my employer until may) gave me tuition remission for the whole summer (two classes) and not just one like i thought. AND i got financial aid! what does that mean? that means that i got 3k extra which will just keep rolling over into my account each semester and i will not have to PAY ANYTHING up front. and when i finish my program next summer, i will get REFUNDED money. I-AM-SO-ALL-OVER-THAT.


Movies

i want to see movies. who wants to go see movies with me? i'll see anything. well, accept for madagascar. i don't do animated flicks unless its cowboy beebop and aeon flux.

My New Motto

the first year here sucked ass.
the second year was recovery.
my third year is where i begin my life. yay!

DAD
my rockstar dad was in town last weekend. here's what we did:
i picked him up in oakland on saturday morning and we dropped off his stuff and then went to twin peaks for the view. then drove to fort funston and watched the hang gliders jump off the cliff and walked to that giant drain pipe thing...can anyone tell me what that is?
i wanted to take my dad to my all time favorite restaurant, RNM (haight and steiner) and turns out they are closed sunday and monday but robert, the awesome maitre'd, got us in at 7pm on saturday night and we rocked the house! their food is so good!
then we came home and watched the doc's that i have tivo'd on The Secret Rulers of the World
Jon Ronson rocks! (and if i marry him i can be hez aronson-ronson. hahahaha! it would be like i have a stutter.) p.s. he has a BLOG!

sunday we were getting ready to go meet misty, ted and jojo in the castro for some brekkie but holy crap! my dad threw his back out getting out of my retarded shower! so we took sunday easy and i grilled up some pork chops and made a caprese for dinner. we got sucked into a marathon of The Deadliest Catch on the discovery channel. Its a doc-like series about opelia crab (which is alaskan king crab to laymen). apparently the king crab season is 5-7 days long and these fisherman go out for like 72 hours straight and just fishfishfish and then go back to port, dump 'em off and then go get more. its a race against the clock before the wildlife, fish and game peeps shut the season down. anyways, about 3 episodes in my dad turns to me and says, crap! i cant' believe we just watched, like, THREE HOURS of this. i said, "welcome to my life." and then we opened another beer! (btw, i HATE crab. they are like giant sea insects and it just grosses me out, however, i felt sorry for how they get treated on the boats. poor opelias.)

monday my dad realized that he was better off walking around so he wouldn't get so stiff, so we walked to boogaloos and had breakfast and then zipped him over to a chiropractic appointment. turns out it was just a muscle pull and not a horrible disk thing. then we went to MOMA hoping to catch the robert bechtle exhibit, we had both read so much about it, but it ended june 5th. so we just walked around the galleries and laughed at the artists who paint a giant blue rectangle or who just put white paint on canvas..i mean, really. jerks. i DID see a pollack which changed my view of him a bit. usually i'm like, dude ANYONE can throw paint at a canvas. but this painting was actually a PAINTING. i admit it. i dug it.

then we walked over to hog island and got us some oysters. fyi, hog island has happy hour on monday's which means, $1 oytsters. when are we going?

afterwards we drove over the golden gate which was just SHROUDED in fog, i showed him my new beach, rodeo beach, then we came home and ate sausages. yay!

i might add, my dad is a healthy drinker. i spet most of my weekend buzzed.


ok bye.

p.s. does anyone want to be my boyfriend?
p.s.s. i am looking for a bartending job. anyone have any leads for me?

hi. amateur

dude! i feel like am amateur on my freakin' computer lab dell! what's up!?!

everytime i am at the gym i think..dang...i keep forgetting to blog about "this" or i need to blog about "that." so now i am full-on remembering and blogging.

ok so, i'm at the gym i'm either getting undressed or dressed and avoiding all the other girls who are whipping each other with towels while in thier bras and panties (just kidding that doesn't really happen..shhyeah!). now, i work out at the koret center. 1) because i used to work at USF and got in for free and 2) because i am still technically a student (and get in for free) while i decide if i am moving to NYC or not (i know i just dropped that bomb on most). koret apparently has an amazing pool. i wouldn't know because i am not a recreational swimmer. i'm more of like, a "save yourself" kinda swimmer. incidentally, pool swimming is the sport of the elderly and there is this little tiny old lady standing there in her towel and she says to me in her east european accent, "how long it take for henna to wear off?" i'm like, "huh?" and she motions towards her own arms at where tattoos are on my body and she says, "henna. how long?" (i can just imagine her seeing me every day for like 4 months and thinking, when is that stuff gonna come off her arms?) and i was all, "yo gramma! this ain't no henna!" naw, i didn't say that. i politely said, "oh these aren't henna...they're real!" and then i snapped her with my towel.

so, since i am a major fatt-ass right now and being "retired" totally lends itself to laying on the couch whenever i want and watching moviesmoviesmovies...i've decided that i, in addition to going to the gym the 6 days a week, will try to ride my bike at least 30 minutes per day.

yesterday, i rode from my shack @ 22nd, down to 16th to 3rd, then past SBC pahhk, under the bay bridge and along the embarcadero to fishermans wharf, where i promptly got swallowed by A MILLION short-donning-freezing-their-asses-off tourists. i made a quick left (on some street) and rode parallel to the wharf and hopped back on the embarcadero to the ferry building where i stopped and got a coffee at pete's and read the examiner out by the water. can i just say? so awesome to not have to go to work and sit in an office. i took a bunch of pics, including one of these too-cute-for-words pigeons who shared my bench with me. alas, with no computer i'm just piling up the images on my card. you'll see the pics one day!

speaking of pigeons. i really like them! no, i am not on crack. pigeons have such a bad rap, man. i mean, they're just doing their thing! walking around. eating food. it just breaks my heart when i see one with a little mutilated foot. or something wrapped around its leg. actually, this is probably not a funny story, but the other morning i was driving up 21st to guerrero on my way to the gym. you know that road? its a hill between valencia and guerrero, so picture the viewing angle, and there was a dead pigeon laying in the middle of the street on its back with its tail facing me (or down) and its little pigeon feet were sticking straight up in the air like a dead, cartoon pigeon. i totally cracked up even tho it was sad, and if i wasn't whizzing up 21st i woulda pulled over to take a pic. if you know me, i'll take a pic of anything that's dead.

today, my friend ory was at the SF Concourse at an apparrel trade show. ory makes jewlery and is trying to get her stuff into a larger market. currently she is in about 12 stores in SF! that is so awesome! anyways, i rode my bike from my shack down to the concourse to keep her company for a bit. she bought me a turkey sandwich at trader joe's and we chatted for a while. apparently willo's bro, max, was there too with his stuff and i should have popped in to say hi but, believe it or not, i was too shy. he's just too cute for me to even look at let alone "pop in and say hi." groaaan.

today i eliptical trained for 50 minutes! holy crap! i usually go about 30 or so but today i programmed in 40 minutes and then when 40 rolled around i was like..uh..i'm not quite ready to go yet. so i added 10 more! i'm stoked about this because 1) i skipped friday and saturday last week 2) i'm a fatt-ass and 3) i'm usually talking myself out of finishing the meager 30 minutes! (and 4- i made cookies for my therapist and before i even cooked them i ate like half the dough. haha...why did i make cookies for my therapist you ask? because now that i don't have health insurance, he doesn't charge me! so i gotta slide him some baked goods now and again.) workout music of choice today was my awesome Circuit Party 7 CD. (please don't make fun!) kim english rocks! she is such a positive song writer. all she sings about is being thankful for being alive. i know it sounds gay, but its sooo good.

ok, i gotta try and read 4 chapters before class starts in, uh, 30 minutes.

wonders never cease...

this weekend i actually came out of my house on saturday to attend willo's birthday party. i'm really glad i did! i had a great time and really enjoyed meeting some new people, including super-cutey rob and easter-island-head stig, willo's hot bro, max and darren. (uh. i don't have a nickname for him. i already occupy the "heavy metal prefix" with heavy metal hez...can he be heavy metal darren?) i finally had a chance to talk with lynne, which i haven't really before. she's really swesome. my teutonic roots came out and i did shots of jaeger while everyone had tequilla (its jaeger everytime against tequilla!) needless to say, sunday i didn't do anything. lots of movie watching and thai food eating. here's what i watched:

Barcelona (again)
Swingers (again)
Dr. T and the Women - i wouldn't say good, but interesting..i didn't realize it was a bob altman flick.
The Secret Lives of Dentists - campbell scott needs to not ever have a mustache.
..and some other stuff because i AM a tivo-ho and had hours of Film School, Frehsman Diaries and Blow Out to catch up on.

this weekend, i think i fgured out why i like these reality shows so much. i am a HUGE fan of documentaries and that's what the above shows are really like. i'm not so much a Survivor fan as i am a Big Brother fan. that said, at the party, rob asked me what was a good doc that i had seen recently and i said Dogtown/Z-Boys (the doc not the flick) and i think i have to take back my answer. i think Spellbound was the best doc i've seen ever, but that wasn't lately. and as lame as this sounds, i really liked the doc called 9/11 its by these two french brothers Jules and Gedeon Naudet. at the time, they were making a doc on firemen. they had been casing a fireman bootcamp for a rookie to follow on his first year and, in conjunction with their american fireman friend (who was assigned to ladder 1 in NYC) they picked a kid and got him assigned to ladder 1, which was the closest firehouse to the world trade center. and yup, the kid was assigned to ladder one the summer before 9/11 and then bam! they were no longer making a film about a rookie, they were making a film about the WT. its just interesting.

anyways, i am at the computer lab adn they are about to start a class so i have to leave. sadness! cross all fingers taht my computer FINALLY ships this week!

beach!

i'm only blogging because i should be writing a paper right now and the best part is...i have nothing to say. i know, i know...its been DAYS since i posted anything. still no computer. still no ipod.

yesterday i decided to take advantage of 80 degree weather so i made some broccoli salad, and packed some strawberries and grapes into a cooler bag and drove to Rodeo Beach in the marin headlands. (derek was right..it is called rodeo). i had only been there once when "he who shall not be named" and i took a city bus over the golden gate bridge, through the headlands and we ended up there. it was like a mini tour, but for $1.25.

after figuring out how to go "left" after you get off the GG-bridge (i swear...you cannot take left turns ANYWHERE in this city) i made it to the beach! it was awesome, not a lot of people but for some reason A LOT of lesbians! is rodeo beach the lesbo beach? anyways, the sand was really dark and consequently really hot. the sun was nice and warm but there was also a cool breeze so i never got too hot. and it was really nice to smell the ocean. i think that is the weirdest thing about SF...its practically surrounded by water and you can't smell the ocean anywhere.

i layed on the beach from noonish til four-ish. luckily i spf'd and only a little bit on my back is red...the place where i can't reach too good! on the way home, there is the most amazing view. you come around one of the bends and RIGHT THERE is part of the GG-bridge. its SO awesome. i jumped out of my car and looked around.

i was fully prepared to go back to the beach several times this week, but apparently its not going to be 80 again. sadness.

someone please go with me!

http://www.biggerbread.com/shows.htm

yes...kid beyond again. i need to see him this summer. check out upcoming shows and let me know if you want to check him out!

Bo on the Daily Show

now...i've been a proponent of bo bice this whole time. excusing his bad fashion sense (technically you CAN wear denim on denim as long as the pieces are different denim colors) his corey hart fashion sense (i wear my sunglasses at night) and his stupid hippie sense (flip flops? ugh!)

HOWEVER,

i saw him on jon stewarts' show last night and i just can't forgive him. why?

1. he was wearing flip flops, yet again! i can understand wearing these while living in LA and being caught "maybe" on Idol in the little video packages of Bo's casual down time...but bo! National TV! Jon Stewart TV! Discerning Audience TV! you do not wear flip flops for a guest spot on the Daily Show, especially in early june in NYC.

2. hippie shirt unbuttoned to his navel with giant hippie cross thing and purposely ripped and torn jeans...i have no words other than GROSS.

3. the pony tail hair dent. dude, if you're gonna wear your locks in a pony tail and then appear on national TV with a discerning audience...at least get the make-up lady to spray and then blow out your hair to get rid of that thing.

4. and perhaps the most damaging of all...his inability to match wit with Mr. Jon Stewart (love of my life, among other things). you JUST DON'T go on Jon's show and TRY to be as funny or funnier than him. it was just horrible, horrible TV. i cringed the first time. and then surprise, i was up at 2am when they do the replay and was even more embarrassed for him the second time.

maybe misty was right.

Grand Theft Update

so, about 8 years ago, i worked with my best east coast friend, karen, and one night after work, she went to the supermarket and came home to find her apartment complex on fire and, while the fire was not actually IN her apartment, found her apartment trashed by the fire department as they decided to use her apartment as an entry way to put out the fire next store. in other words, not only was her stuff damaged by smoke and fire, but was also watered damaged. she DID NOT have renters insurance and pretty much lost everything. the next day our entire office went out and bought insurance, and since then, i have always had it.

i will get my laptop replaced with the latest model. i will get my ipod replaced and oh, here's a real update...my digital camera. replaced.

its hard to explain, but i am not particularly upset. i'm more inconvienced. granted i had every picture i had taken in the last 2 years on my computer...but whatever. granted i had just finished transferring my remaining 50 CD's the day before AND had purchsed DFA1979 and the new System of a Down from iTunes and, naturally, didn't transfer those to a disk yet...but oh, well. and my camera? well...i was working with a little 2.0 megapixel action and was in need of an upgrade.

what is more problematic, is how to get back my sense of security, living alone in an apartment that i now know can be accessed? and of course, coming home from being out and expecting the rest of my stuff to be gone. shutting all my curtains because someone could be out there!

the cops say that a large percentage of robberies are made by people who actually know you. huh. that's interesting. i don't want to think about that.

I Am So Over School

I went to my first class last tuesday and i am supposed to have a 500 word essay ready to hand in, and since i am ms. procrastinator i hadn't yet written my essay when my laptop was stolen. so i approach the teacher right when i get in and take her aside and tell her that i do not have my paper with me because my house was robbed on sunday (robbed sounds so dramatic!) and that my (theoretical) paper was on my laptop and would i be able to email it to her the next day after i recreate it and then get to the computer lab to do this. she says, yeah that's fine. do you have a copy of the police report? and i just looked at her and said, uh, yeah? do you want to see it? she says, yes. WTF!?!

hate her. hate school (for making me write dumbass papers). so over it.