LOLOL HAY IS IT SEXY TIME YET?

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 15:21:18 GMT

With Scrubs absent until the fall, I've turned to other fandoms (namely Stargate: SG-1) for solace, ahah. I'm only into the third season, but I got inspired and wrote a fic called Misplaced. It's a Buffy/SG-1 crossover, and my first gen/mebbe het? fic in a while.

That said, you can read all my other fics at holetoledo. I've moved most of everything from Fanfiction.net over there.

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 20:02:18 GMT

If NASA says so, it must be true?

The world is ending in 2012? D:

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 18:12:46 GMT

So the other day, Adam, Chrissy, Diandra, Eric, and I went to Nutley to watch the meteor showers. We left around four and then we ate at Pizza Uno's and went bowling before heading to our usual spot in Boot Park.

Chrissy helped Diandra put eyeliner whiskers on her at Pizza Uno's. XD

This was our sky around eight in the evening. It cleared up by ten, but we were obstructed by trees. We need to find a better spot.

Adam teaching me how to find north on my compass.
It was a very minor meteor shower, or at least it seemed that way (I only saw about three meteorites, two of which were very bright). Perhaps it just wasn't dark enough. :( But next time we'll be ready. We'll go to upstate New York and everything, so that we'll just have a clear expanse of sky.

The sky started getting cloudy around midnight, so we just started fucking around. XD

The next two following meteor showers that I know of are:

The Orionids - Visible Saturday, Sunday, and/or Monday mornings of October 20-22. 2am-6am local daylight time are the best hours as the radiant is highest then. Orionids are at SOUTH-SOUTHEAST.

The Geminids - December 14 from midnight until morning twilight (viewing can be productive even before midnight). The Geminids can be viewed in any spot in the sky.

On another note, I just faxed my resume to Dr. Merela. :D

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 03:58:27 GMT

I'm just one big ball of unnecessary stress right now, and I can't figure out why my brain is on hyperdrive. It's as though it's on a treadmill on max speed with no sign of it slowing down anytime soon. I'm exhausted but I can't go to bed yet cause I'm waiting on a friend to sign on and tell me if things are running smoothly for tomorrow. I'm pretty much running on adrenaline right now and I hope to God that I wear myself out before it's time for bed.

I don't know why I worry about things that haven't caught up with me yet. I feel as though I'm always anticipating something to happen, and I'm constantly on edge because of it. I've noticed how I'm always tense and how I'm always forcing myself to relax. The first few seconds after I wake up are probably my calmest, and then everything comes flooding in and I'm drowning in my worries before I even begin my day. I don't know where all this anxiety comes from, but it's doing a good job tiring me out.

One thing that's eating at me is my god sister is coming here sometime this month to live with us, and I'll be sharing my living space with her since my aunt occupies the guest room on most days. I love her to death, but she can get annoying as hell if I spend enough time with her (which I can rightfully say about anyone cause I feel suffocated when I don't have enough free time to myself). Even though she says she's only staying about two months max, anything can happen to postpone her plans. And that means less sleep and less personal space and less concentration and more tolerating on my part. And I hate to think that I'm merely 'tolerating' anyone, especially when it starts to feel like I'm not enjoying their company anymore. She can be a real freeloader too, and I'm the worst kind that she can be paired off with. I'm overly compassionate. It's inevitable that I'm going to be lending her money, even when I don't have enough for myself.

And within those two months that she'll be here, my dad will be leaving. He's leaving for the Philippines again on September 9 to pick up his dad (he broke his hip exercising), and I'm already wondering how I'm going to be getting him to the airport since the person who usually plays taxi for us recently got deported. I've never driven out of state, even if it's just in New York. I'm just hoping that I'll stay more on the highway than on the streets of the city, cause the last thing I want to do is to put myself in a sea of yellow, horn-blaring taxi cabs that tailgate each other on a daily basis.

I'm also worried about the school year. My health for the past three or four years has interrupted my studies. I don't want it to anymore. But flare ups can happen at any moment and at any time, and it's so God damn unpredictable and inconvenient. I don't want to waste anymore money and I don't want to keep signing up for half-assed classes just because I'm worried Behcet's will intervene again.

My uncle suggested yoga. My joints are messed up though, and there are some really ridiculous stretches. But I subscribed to a yoga magazine and I'm using the 4-6 weeks that it will get here to at least get into shape and stretch out a little so I won't have too much trouble. And I can just stick to the easier exercises. I think there's a yoga network on OnDemand too, so I won't have to pay for group sessions. Except I'm not sure if that will work out cause I never have access to my television, because my grandfather only cares about himself and thinks he owns the living room couch, the television, and basically everything running on electricity since he pays for that portion of the household bills.

I forgot to mention, but I didn't get a call back from my potential boss. And I'm honestly not worried about it. In fact, I'm a little relieved. I can use some extra time to myself this year, especially since I'm recuperating from the last flare up. I don't know how much longer I'll be in physical therapy, but I think it's working pretty well. I used to shake just while standing, but it isn't that bad anymore.

This is somewhat of a busy week for me. I'm going out with a friend tomorrow for ice cream and bowling and beer. And then I have physical therapy on Thursday, and I'm trying to fit Kevin into my schedule if he has the time. I'd really like to see him before he moves to Syracuse. I'm going to Monnie's birthday party - or at least I think I am. I have to check if she has seats available because I forgot to RSVP. I keep forgetting to ask her. And then there's a meteor shower on the 12th at 9pm, and I'm planning on taking Chrissy, Eric, and Diandra to see it in Nutley cause that's the only place where we can actually see stars. Jersey City is cloaked in smog.

Oh, gosh. I googled images of speculums the other day, just because I was curious. Oh, gosh.

Let's pray I never have to go to an OBGYN. At least anytime soon. D:

Ooh, I went to a flea market on Sunday and they were selling crossbows for like thirty-two bucks a piece! If only I had a use for it, otherwise it'd just sit on one of my shelves and collect dust. ._.,

Guh. I'm getting addicted to selling stuff on Amazon.

This entry has gotten way too long. And spazzy.

For my Kristina! :)

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 01:16:59 GMT

Graagh, feedback bad! I hope you could understand it. :(

Lyrics and guitar chords:

Kristina, Kristina, I love you so
C Am Dm C

If you were water for my garden,
C Am

You'd make my flowers grow
Dm C

Your hair in the sunlight; so breathtaking
C Am Dm C

I love ev'ry moment with you
C Am

And the happiness they bring
Dm C
--

CHORUS

Your eyes, they shine with ethereal light
F C Dm C

They guide me home in the darkness of the night
F C Dm C

--

Your aesthetic touch brings beauty to my life
C Am Dm C

You calm me when I'm depleted
C Am

And whenever I'm at strife
Dm C

You take me by the hand
C Am

And guide me to the light
Dm C

And whenever I am blinded,
C Am

You return back my sight
Dm C

CHORUS

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 03:46:56 GMT

There's a drought in my head.

It's catastrophic. My beliefs have all of a sudden withered and I don't know what source I can turn to to revive them. But they're still connected by the roots, lodged into place -- but still searching, still hungering, still reaching. For anything. They wait for something to pass through, something that will nourish them, something that will help them grow. They grasp at the air, sometimes catching whatever happens to drift by with the help of the currents of time.

My beliefs are tainted, though. They're tainted by memory, and they release anything that makes them remember what it's like to be misled. So they grasp for something that glows with self-righteousness. They can't bear to find someone else to idolize; all of their heroes have crumbled into dust and blown away -- but some don't disappear forever. Some of those particles become filtered out, but the larger chunks get caught up in the thought process. They're difficult to erode, even when faced with the currents of time.

I think I'm going to have to hold out until the rainy season. It will come.

Just not as soon as I would like.

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 04:22:54 GMT

Snagged from randomsome1. :3

1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
~~3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.~~

1. One of the weirdest erogenous zones I have is my head. Plz don't rub my head. ._.,
2. My entire body tingles when I hear a really good song, especially with an amazing guitar solo.
3. I've eaten an entire bar of 73% bitter chocolate and tasted nothing while my friends and my dad cringed and complained about a small piece for ten minutes.
4. I have had a chronic disease for the past four years that could lead to blindness and bone loss if not managed by medication.
5. I can remember everything that everyone has ever said to me, but I can't recall what I had for dinner the day before.
6. I'm afraid of commitment, and anything that ties me down - school, a job, a boyfriend/girlfriend - scares the living shit out of me. I have never had a stable job or a long term relationship.
7. I actually have horrible social anxiety, but I hide it well by acting really stupid, or if in terms of the workforce, really professional. ._.,

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 22:42:01 GMT

You can find the strangest things in Asian supermarkets. Take this, for instance. It's carbonated, peach flavored mineral water. But that's not what's strange about it. Its container isn't a can, but it isn't a bottle either! How cool!

And it tastes like Heineken beer. O_o

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 04:52:37 GMT

I have a job interview Thursday! I'm so excited. I'm going to be working - if they hire me, which I'm sure they will - at another dental clinic. I think it will be a little different this time because Meme's dentist said that she'll be putting me in front of the computer for the most part and I'll be handling appointments and probably insurance claims. Mrs. Charito never let me do any of the insurance stuff in fear of me fucking things up, but then again, she never did give me much of a chance. I was basically her bitch. I'm hoping through this new work experience that I gain a new perspective and a lot more respect for the profession, because with all the bullshit that I went through two years ago, well, I kinda lost hope in it.

Wish me luck! :)

Hurray! With the job description that Meme gave me, it sounds like they're designating me as case file manager. And that means I'll be sitting down for the most part, so I won't be putting too much stress on my knees. At the same time, I feel kinda sad that I won't be dental assisting, but at least I cover all areas so that I'll know what goes on in a dental office, for when I get one of my own after graduate school. :D

--

Tina: "Getgo... Get gas and go!"

[re: Pink Floyd playing on my radio]
Analexa: "What kind of music do you listen to?"
Me: "Music that you will never appreciate."

[re: Analexa is about to put a spoonful of rice in her mouth at Mitsuwa]
Analexa: "Wait--this rice is rice, right?"

Analexa: "What's the difference between Japanese and Chinese food?"
Me: "Chinese food is fake. You will never see 'Chinese food' if you eat at a Chinese person's house."

Brittney: "I think Analexa listens to the radio more than I do."
Tina: "Yeah, like, the top forties on the radio or something."
Me: [re: the song playing on my radio] "Yeah, this song was in the top forties... in 1979."
Analexa: -starts laughing incredulously-

Ah, to spend an entire day with a twelve year old and uncultured teenybopper. Kinda infuriating, I must admit!

--

RIP Uncle Rene.

--

Graagh, LJ was down for a couple of hours. ._.,

ATTN: Selling books!

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 21:41:25 GMT

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 15:32:38 GMT

Jason - my physical therapist - was taking down my pertinent medical history before teaching me some stretches. The pen in his hand hovered over my records, and he made eye contact with me with every question that he asked.

"So when did you dislocate your knee cap?" he asked me.

"Uh, I think March twenty-seven."

"And how'd it happen? Did you fall or...?"

"I was exercising. It was some weird... knee rotating exercise... thing."

He looked at me thoughtfully before putting my medical records down. He got to his feet, put his hands on his thighs, and swiveled his knees in a circular motion. "Like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, exactly," I muttered.

He laughed. "That's some martial arts stuff."

"I know. It isn't much of a natural movement, either."

"Yeah... I took martial arts for a while and it wasn't until later on did I find that it wasn't a very good exercise."

Now that I think about it, I asked Jae to prepare me for the physical labor that was pretty much warranted working with the EMS. Except I think he misheard me and heard "war" instead.

...thanks a lot, Jae. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 05:22:43 GMT

Fighting on the internet is so incredibly stupid. Trying to end a friendship of 3+ years through a short and concise email is even stupider, especially when you use cliche lines like, "The memories we had were great, but we've gone in different directions. It would just be not fair to me or to you if we thought we had a connection that we don't have anymore." I'm not an idiot. An abrupt and final decision such as this doesn't come out of thin air, and no amount of sugar-coated bullshit is going to make me believe for one second that that was all that was. Especially when the last real conversation you had with the person was full of hugs and mushiness and, "You really grew up, and I'm proud of what I see."

What changed? And why wasn't I there to see the metamorphosis?

For one last time, I am demanding closure. And if I don't get it, well, that's just one more open wound this year that I'll be tending to by myself.

This is utterly ridiculous.

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 02:08:47 GMT

People who're hired to write this kinda stuff must be intrinsically pessimistic, huh?

Quick, make up a ridiculous warning label! Your life depends on it, y'know.

Here, I'll start.

"Warning: If you swallow your food and it inadvertently goes down the wrong pipe, your airway may become blocked and you may die via asphyxiation."

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 02:40:24 GMT

How do I tell a really good friend that they've been really inconsiderate lately?

Well, on the bright side, my laptop's been shipped to me, and I have named him Jimmy (which is a dedication to Jimmy Page!).

Yes, I do love to name inanimate objects.

I had a drinking party with Gil and Danjyu the other day, and it was really chill. It was the first time in a while that I got to blow off some steam, as well as relax just a little bit. It was exactly what I needed. Danjyu showed me the Led Zeppelin concert in Madison Square Garden from 1979 and it was really amazing. It's nice to put a physical visual to Plant's wailing and Page's crazy guitar playing and Bonham's phenomenal drumming. Agh, just the thought of it makes me happy. I think I'm all set for the rest of the week, ahaha.

I'm in Trenton now, so I won't get to get acquainted with Jimmy until tomorrow. But I've installed most of my necessities (except for SoulSeek because I had forgotten), so all my work is all basically cut out for me. I'm excited!

Graagh, but the first thing I mentioned is really chipping away at my good mood. I need to get things straightened out, and fast - or else I'm going to lose my temper and things will go horribly, horribly wrong.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 17:30:12 GMT

GRRAAAGGHGHSGLKDJG;ALDKGJA;SLGD.

I got a ticket. I guess I parked too close to the crosswalk. I hate parking on my block. I came home last night and my street was full of double-parked cars. HATEHATEHATE.

I really need a driveway. Can't I just accidentally run my front fence over with the 4x4? Then we wouldn't have to make so much noise when the construction workers try to saw it down (which is what made us get our permit taken away in the first place)!

GRAAAGGGH, I'M SICK OF DRIVING.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 02:56:14 GMT

I feel so restless lately. It feels as though I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I've been so anxious about school lately and I want to get a job too. But it seems as though I've been keeping myself busy with a lot of petty things.

Erin was telling me about how she went to school drunk every day last semester and she still managed to get a 3.5. If it's that easy to pass in that school, I'm horrified. I want to work for what I want, not have it all drop into my lap. :\ I don't even know how my classes will be like because they've all been based my on how my transcript looked since my transferring from another school exempted me from the placement exams. I wish I'd been given a chance to, because I have a feeling that I'm going to have some bullshit classes. And most of them are two hours and forty-five minutes long, if not more. Jesus Christ. The least I could hope for is air conditioning and decent instructors.

I'm really tired of driving around. I think I've driven more than 2,000 miles since my dad's been away. My friends need to get their licenses (or at least drive around enough that they get better at it) so I could take a breather, cause being the designated driver sucks, honestly. And even when Gil got his license, I still had to take care of him because at the time he was taking medicine that made him drowsy and I had to drive when I'd been on my feet for like 10+ hours at work. I don't even know how he survived getting to Edgewater. So much for a ride home, hahah.

I surprised Chrissy today. It's her birthday and she thought it'd be crappy like the rest of them have been, but Eric and I decided she needed a change of scenery. I picked him up around one, got a cake from PathMark, and then picked up Tina. We arrived at her house around two and we had to coax her out of the house while Eric waited in the car with the cake all lit up. She'd taken so long that the ropes on the candle had all burned out, so she was left with a waxy looking cake. Hahah. I brought us to Mitsuwa and we had lunch, and we hung around and I chilled with Danjyu for a little bit during his break. We went to B&N afterwards and I bought the new White Stripes CD at the FYE adjacent to it. :D Then we went back home and I parked near Newport and we got bubble tea and just ambled around a bit. I walked around with Tina while Eric and Chrissy spent time together, which is always the case, haha. Tina had to go home because she had to cook dinner for her family, so we went in search of the love birds but we couldn't find them. We looked all over the pier, and then we eventually got tired and we sat down for a while and talked some more. By the time we were starting back towards where I'd parked, we ran into Chrissy and Eric. They'd been at Newport Mall the entire time, and we weren't able to get a hold of them because neither of them have cell phones. ._.,

I drove everyone home afterwards and now I'm here. And pooped.

Drinking and barbecue party on Thursday, yay!

I swear I am not budging at all next week, except for maybe my physical therapy. I need a vacation from my vacation.

I sometimes wonder if people notice when they're being inconsiderate. :\

Oh well. And such is life, I suppose.

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 06:57:58 GMT

So today was a lot of fun. I woke up before my alarm clock and still managed to waste a lot of time, hahah. I took a shower and then attempted to do my hair afterwards, but I gave up 3/4ths of the way and just decided to tie it. --; I picked up Chrissy and then we went food shopping together, and then we were on our way to get Diandra until she called and told us she'd be getting there by herself cause she still needed to walk her neighbor's dogs. I turned around and drove in the direction of the park, and there was a bit of a hold up cause of the traffic and the police and staff were directing the line of cars to available parking spaces.

We were directed onto the grass because the parking lots were already full.

The American flags wavin'.
Chrissy and I were just snacking on pretzel sticks and waiting on Diandra, Justin, and Gil. Justin couldn't leave until five because he had to lie to his mom about having class otherwise she wouldn't have let him out. That family is like the strictest I've seen - and to a boy, no less. Justin arrived around five, but we learned that his brother had dropped him off on the other side of the park when I had told him to find us near the cobblestone. To which he replied, "Cobblestone? What's that?" And this is coming from our valedictorian. Amazing, I know. Chrissy had to walk to the other side of the park just to fetch him, and I would've come with but I had to wait on Diandra and Gil.

Chrissy on the phone with Justin whilst showing off the new tattoo she had done in Virginia.

Helicopters!

Chrissy and I emoing while waiting on our friends.
It started to rain so I found shelter in my car and listened to my iPod until Diandra called and told me that she'd arrived at the park. She'd told her dad to drop her off at the entrance though because he probably would've had a hard time getting out of there. She and I met halfway and then walked back to the car. We waited for Chrissy and Justin inside and a lot of people started leaving because the rain was coming down. Chrissy lunged at Diandra's window a few moments later and startled the both of us. She and Justin were soaked.

We ate the fried chicken and potato salad and raspberries that I bought from PathMark, and the rest of them ate cherries but I couldn't because I'm allergic (blasphemous, I know). And then Chrissy hid between my car and another parked next to it to open a coconut with a knife and a hammer, ahaha.

Chrissy: "I feel so primitive!"

Yum-o!
-stabs Rachel Ray with a spork-

Screw materialistic crap - if I ever get stuck on an island, I'll make sure to bring Chrissy with me.

Chrissy and Justin.

Dancing with The Rolling Stones on blast and eating bland pretzels. x)

Diandra's upset cause her doctor told her to take a break from being vegetarian for a while cause she's not healthy enough for it.

Attempting to get them to dance. Note how uninterested they look, hahah.
Justin had to leave shortly afterward, and we were mad cause the fireworks hadn't even started yet and his mom and his brother were telling him to go home already. He left after we hugged him goodbye and then we walked around the area some before moving the car closer to the waterfront. We had just gotten comfortable on the grass (we had laid out a huge beach towel with tarp underneath it) when Justin called my cell phone and asked that I come and get him because he "was in the middle of nowhere and he had no ride."

The girls and I all comfy on our beach-towel-tarp-thing.
I left Diandra and Chrissy in search of Justin, and he asked me to meet him by where I'd parked last because his brother couldn't get into the park. Security had closed it off already cause the fireworks were starting soon. I walked back and forth a lot and then I just decided to stay in one place because the service on my cell phone was fluctuating and I guess the same thing was happening to Justin too because his kept going straight to voicemail. Diandra and Chrissy called a few times to check on me, and they were going to come and meet me because it was starting to rain really hard when suddenly I saw a flash of plaid and two spindly arms smother me. Ahaha, Justin's so funny. He was like, "OH MY GOD, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM TO SEE YOU." Thoroughly bewildered and a little startled, I muttered, "Uh, Justin, you're okay." Ahaha.

Diandra and Chrissy attempting to find shelter under the beach towel while lying on the tarp. Don't ask me where that begins to make sense. I was looking for Justin during this. x)

We walked back to the car and took a breather while the rain continued to fall. It started to die down a bit and then the fireworks began to start, so we left the parking lot in search of a better spot. It was really nice, cause it was Justin's first time seeing them in person and it was everyone's first time seeing it with people other than family. Gil called sometime during that and he told us that he was across from us, but we had no way of getting there because the two parks are separated by water and there are no walkways (that we know of, anyway).

These two are the only decent pictures I got of the fireworks.

Our fireworks were actually kind of sad, and we peered over at the fireworks Gil was watching across the water and they were so much better and vibrant than ours. Ahaha, I guess we're going to that spot next year.

Getting out was annoying cause there was bumper to bumper traffic and I hogged one side of the road so that people would stop trying to cut everybody off. It took a little more than fifteen minutes to get out of the park. I got Gil from his aunt's place and then we went to Diandra's to drop her off and also meet her new pet rat, Lorenzo. He's so cute!

I had to drive Justin to Belleville cause his brother was there sleeping over a friend's place, and he had also happened to take his car. Chrissy was kind of feeling bad cause we were so close to her boyfriend and she wanted to see him. I decided to do her a favor and drive her over there after we and Justin parted ways, and she was kinda nervous to ring the door bell so I rang it for her, ahaha. Some middle aged guy who I'm guessing is Eric's father answered the door, and he stared at me with a creepy half-smile while I asked if his son was home. Eric appeared right behind him and he looked confused as hell, hahah. I asked him to come over to my car cause "I needed directions to someplace". As soon as he saw Chrissy around the corner, he went back to his house to put some shoes on, hahah.

I drove them to the park we'd gone to last time, and Chrissy and Eric separated from us as usual and I really had to pee and Gil had to baptize a tree with his own piss before I even considered doing it. I made sure to explore every possible option first - like checking if the Burger King across the street was open (WHICH IT WASN'T) - before literally answering nature's call. It was so awkward and Gil wasn't helping much, considering he kept shouting, "I CAN'T SEE YOU ANYMORE, ERICA! I CAN'T SEE YOU!" every time I approached a tree. And then he had the nerve to make fun of me afterwards and he was talking to Candace on the phone about me peeing in public places. I gave him a good smack in the face for that. :P I dunno, that boy brings out the violent side of me, hahah.

It was starting to pour and a few minutes later, Chrissy and Eric were knocking on my window, soaked to the bone. They climbed into the backseat and then I drove Eric home, and then I drove back to Jersey City and dropped everyone off. I got lucky with parking even though it was past one in the morning. I was surprised.

So today - July 5 - happens to be the day I quit smoking. I made a pact with Candace that we'd both quit by today, and so far I haven't freaked out. Much. Although I am very aware that a cigarette isn't perched between my lips at this very moment, but that's nothing new as I am aware of every waking moment that one isn't.

Wish me luck, and grant me sanity, ahaha.

I need something to preoccupy myself with. :\ And right now, sleep sounds really good. Hopefully I'll be able to fall asleep though, cause normally I can't without a bedtime cigarette. D:

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 06:25:40 GMT

Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard to keep everyone happy. I guess it's because I know how it is to be let down, because I've disappointed as many people as much as I've disappointed myself. It's such a heavy burden too, as empty as it is. But the more I try to help, the more cumbersome it feels. It makes me feel incredibly guilty that I've come to think that way, but there's only so much that I can hold up by myself. I can only build a foundation that's fit enough for me, but sometimes I try to stretch my support a little further. And the more I stretch, the sparser it becomes.

I often think about hoarding all of that foundation all for myself, but it all seems a bit meaningless if all that effort were to be used solely on me. I know that everyone must come to depend on themselves at some point, but all that self-confidence and self-esteem doesn't come out of thin air. We realize our worth through the people we come to meet, the trust that we earn, and how we go about using it.

So maybe my foundation isn't as sparse as I think it is. Perhaps I'm more of a cell wall than I am a mason. While a mason builds with the material provided to him, a cell wall will continue to expand as much as it continues to grow, drawing from natural and much more permanent elements than what the mason is left to work with.

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 18:57:30 GMT

Monday:
College Algebra - 1200-1445.
Building D-
Science Center, Rm. 107
168 Sip Ave.

Tuesday:
College Composition I - 1200-1445.
Building F-
Cundari Center, Rm. 101
870 Bergen Ave.

College Composition Workshop - 1500-1550.
Building B-
Historic Pathside, Rm. 312
25 Journal Square

Wednesday:
Principles of Sociology - 1200-1445.
Building B-
Historic Pathside, Rm. 310
25 Journal Square

Friday:
Intro to Computers & Computing - 12:00-1545.
Building F-
Cundari Center, Rm. 118
870 Bergen Ave.

My first class is Sociology on August 29. I'm going to have so much fun finding these facilities.

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 00:37:36 GMT

So Gil is trying to convince me that a mini fridge will fit in my car, and I'm fairly certain that it won't considering how small it is. So he calls back a few minutes later and proposes,

"Erica. Erica, I have a plan. I'm sure you'll like it."

"I'm not sure I will, Gil."

"No, no. Listen. Are you listening?"

"Fine. I'm listening."

"Ok, good ... How about we don't bring Candace's grandma?"

"...BUT CANDACE'S GRANDMA ISN'T GOING IN THE TRUNK, GIL."

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 21:59:07 GMT

Our adventure sorta kinda started on Tuesday evening. I picked Gil up around ten in the evening and had him sleep over because he just so happens to be the farthest person I'd have to pick up. My mom had me pick my friends up around 10:45 the following morning and things kinda weren't going as planned because I had thought she'd wanted me to have them ready by eleven. I picked Tina and Meme up and then returned to the house expecting for us to leave right afterwards, but my mom called me inside and told me that I'd just be following Adrian because Ahmed was incredibly late. We filled our gas tanks and then went on our merry way.

It was my longest drive in one sitting ever, and I was kinda nervous but Adrian was nice enough to not overtake other cars and leave me behind. We went to a rest stop because the oldies wanted to have lunch, and during that time I called my mom only to find out that she was still at home because Ahmed hadn't arrived yet. Everyone in my car decided that we wouldn't eat until we reached Atlantic City because we were fairly sure that it was somewhere up ahead. And truth be told, it was about two exits away from the rest stop we'd loitered at. --; I don't get the oldies' logic.

Me, Meme, and Tina outside of the rest stop eating area.
I parked at the Bally's self-parking lot alongside Adrian and we had to stick around until my mom arrived. She'd left home shortly after we'd left the rest stop. We waited for Adrian, Tita Des, and my grandfather to check in and then we hung around in their room before heading downstairs again to find something to eat. We were going to eat at a doughnut shop, only we didn't when we found that a bagel with a cream cheese spread of your choice cost a ridiculous five dollars. The deli at the end of my block sells butter rolls for like sixty cents!

We ate at a Wok n' Roll next to the elevators going to my relatives' floor, and the food was just horrible. I've never tasted bad Chinese food in my entire life, and New Jersey so happens to have the best around (at least that's what a lot of outsiders claim).

I want a refund.
We went to our hotel afterwards (we weren't able to get a room in the same hotel as my family cause everything was booked) and we waited in the small lobby for my mom to arrive. We got our room afterwards and then settled in.

We freshened up a bit and watched a little tv, waiting for the sun to set a little before going out on the boardwalk. We're smack-dab in the middle of the brightly lit and dingy area, so it was a little scary. The alleyway leading to the boardwalk (which was conveniently right behind the hotel) was awfully creepy and desolate, and right by a pub, too. Thankfully we didn't have much trouble with any drunks.

Freshening up. (:

A rare shot of Gil being macho and holding the elevator doors open.
We had dinner with my family at The Country Kitchen and everyone was starving and I ordered the meatloaf and it was so good and I finished before everyone else did because that was my first real meal the entire day. x) Afterwards, everyone went their separate ways again. Us young'ns went back to our room and Gil decided to stay behind while us girls walked around the boardwalk (we had to follow behind a family walking alongside us because we were scared to take the alleyway behind our hotel) and browsed around. We played go-karts (ahaha, I did an extra lap just because I could. No one's going to stop me when I'm going like 20 mph >.>) and then ordered a pizza pie for my mom and her boyfriend. We went up to their suite in Bally's (it was a really long walk) and they gave us two six packs of Heinies. We didn't have much to conceal it with, so I put one case in a laundry bag while Meme put the other in her purse.

Picture opportunity overlooking the beach while waiting for the line at the go-karts to cut down some.
We went back to the room to find Gil enshrouded in darkness and with our bedcovers, listening to his iPod. He got up and showed us our window, which is a beautiful view (insert sarcasm here) of a dilapidated church. We drank our b33rs, ate pizza and watched hookers pass by on the street corner, and tried to secretly take pictures of them with Tina's camera. They didn't turn out too well. Man, it must suck having to stand out there every night. I wonder how much they charged, ahaha. xD

Tina, Meme, me, Gil.

The following day, I drove out to the outlet mall and we had lunch at a crepes cafe. It was good, but I think it was a little overdone because it was crunchy and hard to cut into instead of soft and fluffy.

My Chocolate Crepe. It was actually hazelnut, considering they used Nutella spread. --;
After two hours of shopping - Tina and I separated from Gil and Meme for a while - my family decided that they want to have dinner at Ruby Tuesday. Mind you, we ate pizza when we woke up, and then we had lunch shortly afterward at Cavo, and two hours later, we were shoving more food down our throats. So much food in such a short span of time. .____.,

We went to a couple of stores before heading back to the hotel room to freshen up and possibly utilize our toilet. My mom dropped off some Riesling and then we stowed it away in our mini-fridge-turned-mini-bar. Afterwards, we took the car back to Bally's self-parking lot and then we went around the mall at the pier. All I was there for was the fudge, really. Oh, and the water show. xD

The water show. Pretties!

Giving Gil a makeover at MAC.
We were going to go back to our room and drink our wine until we realized none of us had a corkscrew on us. We walked down the boardwalk and were sidetracked by Ripley's Believe It... Or Not museum. Gil didn't want to go in because he'd gone before in California, leaving us girls - the wimpiest girls ever! - to pay fifteen bucks each and browse around. The host pointed out a treasure chest to us and told us to open it because there was candy inside, but we weren't convinced. Meme was yelling at me to open it and then I was yelling at her to open it and we were yelling at the guy to open it for us, ahaha. Finally, I folded and cautiously lifted the cover. A blast of air blew out at us and we screamed and ran away. --; THEY OWE ME CANDY.

Miniature sculpture of a room! The details were really astounding.

Touching a piece of the Berlin Wall.

We spent the rest of our time on the boardwalk hunting for a corkscrew - which was lousy and small and costed four bucks because Atlantic City robs not only gamblers but customers, too - and then we headed back to Bally's. We made the mistake of walking through the casino and were stopped by a Deutch security guard, and we told him that we were a bit lost and couldn't find the garage. He asked us, "Are you in Claridge or Bally's?" And we answered, "Claridge," because that's where we had entered. He ushered us into an elevator and left us to our own devices, and then when we arrived at the garage, it seemed oddly different! What the hell? We ended up taking the elevator down to the ground floor, walking in a huge circle around the building, and taking another elevator in an entirely different building to the garage we'd parked at. How'd we get there? ._.,

We sipped the Riesling and I took a nap sometime during that and Gil and Meme were talking by the window while on the lookout for hookers and Gil almost fell out of it. --; Everyone ended up talking until five, and Gil and Meme decided to walk around the boardwalk. Tina and I stayed behind and tried to catch some z's cause I was to be driving home in like less than four hours. I didn't get much sleep though and I felt groggy and a little wobbly when I woke up. Everyone started gathering up their things and we loaded our luggage into the car before joining the rest of my family at Bally's for coffee and breakfast. I left as soon as we reached the garage and the drive wasn't as bad as before now that I knew where to go. I didn't follow anyone cause everyone'd lost each other in the garage.

Yummy Riesling.

Half awake.

Meme making a mess with her whipped cream and lukewarm cocoa.

I got back to Jersey City around three and I dropped everyone home and got gas. And now I'm exhausted and due for a very long nap. xD

Kinda tl;dr material, but there are pictures if you want to check those out. >.>

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 15:02:56 GMT

I went bowling with Ebony, Wennie, Tina, Justin, and Meme last night, which inevitably turned into drunken bowling when they all had to go home and Meme's coworker Steve came by with his friend JR. Steve got us drinks because he's twenty-five and the bartender thought the girly drinks were for him, so he decided to make it more manly by adding 75% alcohol and 25% juice. God, that vodka and cranberry was horrible. JR and Meme teamed up while Steve was stuck with me - the non-bowler, ahaha - and we lost. Whoops. He was supposed to be my anchor! He was supposed to pick me up!

Steve thought it'd be a good idea if he got me a Long Island Iced Tea, but as soon as I took a whiff of it, I told him, 'Dude, give me your beer. That's going to kill me.' And then he took a sip of it and he was like, 'This thing is strong as hell. I don't even know why I suggested it to you, cause it's basically alcohol. It has like gin, rum, vodka, triple sec, and some other crap in it.' Meme and I killed the beer and I was kinda worried cause I hadn't eaten anything all day and I didn't want to puke. We got bored of hanging around the bowling alley, so we went to Steve and JR's friends' house, who happened to conveniently live on my freaking block!

Yeah, so there was a party there. And um, we sort of crashed it and drank all their b33r. It was so bad, because I didn't know who anyone was, ahaha. Meme fell asleep on the couch and Steve, JR, and I just started talking about old school movies - like Highlander and The Terminator and... um... some other stuff that I can't remember at the moment - while watching Jurassic Park III in HD. There was a whole 'nother party going on upstairs and people were doing shots and hooking up and throwing up... Yeah, I didn't feel like going up there, ahaha. Steve and Egyptian!Steve went up there to take a shot of Remy Martin, but that's all the action they got. Except Egyptian!Steve claims that he hooked up with a drunk Filipino girl and that he was being "passed around like a hot potato." I hope he got a disease. :D

Anyway, I have to go now cause I have a farewell mass for my high school. So sad. :( I hope this cottony feeling in my head will go away after a shower and some food. D:

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 23:41:38 GMT

Today turned out to be a good day. I woke up at eleven and then I left my car at Journal Square before taking the PATH to my eye doctor in the city. It turned out to be a shorter appointment than I expected, and the microscopic scar in my right eye has healed up nicely thanks to the Vigamox and the Prednisolone. I had lunch with my mom and then I went home to change into my contacts. It's so nice to have my grandfather back, especially when he accuses me of forgetting to unlock the front door as soon as I walk through it. Agh. Home sweet home.

I went to the Kozaks' house to have Louis assess the damage on my car, and it wasn't as worse as he expected. He pulled half of the bumper out and then pushed it back in correctly, and then after I popped the hood up, we found that the pins holding the bumper to the body of the car had all flown off during the collision. It would've been nice if at least one of them had stayed on, so that at least we'd know what type to order. Louis strung some plastic tie wraps through the pinholes to securely hold the bumper until he's able to talk to his mechanic friend across the street and order the pins from him. And since Louis happens to have a mild case of OCD, he spent an excessive amount of time trying to pop my dent into place, and then he waxed it and smeared some other stuff on it that made that particular spot shiny and smooth compared to the rest of the car. -_-;

I got back home around three, and then I just lounged around and took a power nap and stuff. I'm attempting to plan a trip to Atlantic City cause my folks are going there next weekend, and my mom offered to pay for a room for my friends and I. I've reined in Gil and Meme so far, but I'm not sure who else can make it.

Tomorrow's the Saint Aloysius farewell mass, and I just wish I had a camera to capture it with. :( The repairs on mine are already finished, but they have yet to send it back to me. And it turns out that I'll be stuck with a crappy connection for another month or so because the estimated shipping date on my laptop is July 18. I guess that's the downside of custom made PC's.

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 00:34:58 GMT

I got into an accident today. :( I was in the left lane on the boulevard and the guy in front of me was making a left, and then I moved to get into the right lane but some guy behind me sped into the right lane in hopes of getting there before me - which he successfully did - and we ended up smashing into each other. I thought there was minimal damage because the only thing that managed to cave in was my sideview mirror, but when I got to Meme's house, Mapett came running down the steps and called out to me, "Why is it sticking out?!"

I thought she was kidding cause she usually jokes about dents in my car, but then she walked around to the front bumper and started staring at it. I muttered, "Mapett, this isn't funny. Are you joking?" until I decided to get out of the car and look for myself. The bumper was literally hanging off the car and there was a small dent right below the sideview mirror. I started panicking and then Meme and Mapett started punching and kicking my bumper back into place.

GAH. I have to take it to the shop tomorrow. :(

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 04:15:45 GMT

So Tina and I tried to make s'mores the other day and failed horribly at it. Who knew it was so difficult? Our marshmallows kept catching fire and getting burnt to a crisp before we could save them, so eventually we just settled for a more modern alternative...

Uh, we put them in the toaster oven.

The marshmallows got hard instead of soft, and the chocolate bars got too melty. So once they were out, I speared a skewer through the side of a new marshmallow, stuck the skewer right in the middle of the graham cracker, and claimed it as our white flag. Yeah, we kinda gave up, ahaha. But we have made a promise to one another that we'd master it by the time we're mothers so that we don't make total fools out of ourselves in front of our kids. x)

We made a video of our trials and tribulations, but Tina's having a hard time uploading it, so I'll have to show it to you guys another time. Man, we felt like we didn't deserve to live afterwards, ahaha. It was as though we were deprived of a childhood, lol.

Meme, Diandra, Tina, and I went to Newark Airport today to pick my grandfather up, and then we dropped him home before going to Jersey Gardens to search for those elusive bathing suits. I managed to find a pair (they were all sold separately because people like to mix and match them), but Meme and Diandra weren't so lucky and so we're going to have to try again tomorrow. We plan on going to the beach on Thursday, but I dunno how plans are going cause we have no idea who to invite, or who will fit in my puny car, ahaha. Things were so much easier when I drove the RAV4 cause people were actually willing to ride in the trunk, but I don't even know how to drive it anymore. I almost took one of the sideview mirrors out backing out of a parking space. -_-;

Ugh, I've been wearing a lot of skirts lately and now I remember why I normally don't. Men - older men - seem to take notice that I'm a girl more often than not when I'm in something that doesn't go past my knees. Yesterday, some guy sitting on his porch steps flashed his flashlight in my general direction after I passed him on my way home - like he's some fucking firefly - and called out to me, "Hey darling, how are you doing tonight?" To which I replied while walking at a faster pace, "Fine, thanks." And then he told me to "just keep on walking." I have no idea what he meant by that. D:

And then today I was wearing a skirt cause it's getting so unbearably hot and the cable guy - after asking if I was over 18 - looked at me like I was a piece of meat when I answered the door. Like I literally saw his eyes size me up from bottom to top. -shudder-

Speaking of cable, the company for some odd reason can't figure out why I can't access the internet from my desktop. It's been malfunctioning for over a week now and my mom's been getting antsy about it because the cable line is also correlated to her business number. So out of the blue she offered to get me a new desktop or a laptop, and I insisted that she didn't because I'm kinda attached to my computer - I've had it for almost seven years, haha - and plus I don't like her spending so much money on me. But then she insisted that she get one for me (probably cause I'm hogging her laptop a lot these days) cause I'll be needing it for when I go back to school in the fall. So as of now, I am anticipating a new Dell laptop. Guh, looks like I got Louis to install that network card for nothing, huh? Maybe I can auction it off on eBay. :P

Oh, and good news before I sign off! Turns out that I won't have to pay a thing for my camera repairs for some reason. I think it's because it just needed a thorough cleaning, from all the sand particles being lodged in the lens and whatnot. I'm glad. (: