dissonance

Hugs all around

This has been a shitty week for families.

- A person's whose blog I read, their brother in law passed away after a car accident.
- My friend's sister is missing.  Please keep her in your thoughts/prayers.
- A friend's friend's father passed away (plus my friend's dad is going through crap).
- I got bad news about my own cousin and I feel useless and guilty.

I hate to be such a downer, but sometimes I need a reality check to remember what's important in life.

End of work laugh

[17:36] miim: i get a ride back with cindy if it would be cool if I could jam in your car
[17:37] Muus: wait, are you callingyourself phat?
[17:37] Muus: of course you can ride with me
[17:37] miim: jam as in rock out yo
[17:37] miim: not like physically smush
[17:37] Muus: oh okay

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On a side note, I'm surprised she could understand a word I said in that first sentence. Uh yeah, fob much?

Worthy bandwagon

I have a new favorite show: So You Think You Can Dance.

Stupidest name ever, I concur.  But it was so fun to watch!  They had a couple of rilly rilly bad auditions, just for entertainment sake, but way less than American Idol. The judges are also less annoying (so far).

Some of these contestants... WOW!  One of the small reasons I like watching music videos is for the choreography (Rhythm Nation anyone?) so it was great to wallow in an hour and a half of diverse dancing backgrounds.  Everything from street, classical ballet, ballroom and even a guy on skates (he made it to the next level).

Also, similar to "is funny", the characteristic "good at dancing" brings a guy's stock up a few points and there were some on the show that I .... well, I'll just say Let the Stalkings Begin!

I already have a couple of favorites but I've only seen the LA auditions (NY was last week).  Next week is the beginning of the actual competition.  So, join me in the obsession!  Come on, what else are you gonna do until the OC premieres again in the fall?

Does this mean I can buy more clothes?

With the impending move, I have slowly been collecting neglected pieces of clothing in my closets (yes, closets... and a dresser).  I plan to donate most but I decided to try and post some of my nicer things on Craigslist. (I need beer money for Street Scene)

The listing's been up for a couple of weeks so I was just about to give up on it but last night a girl with her husband came by and picked up most of it for $85!  Turns out she got a nice office job but no office clothes and her husband spotted my ad and thought it would be perfect for her.  It turns out it's a win-win situation.

She got: 5 pairs of nice slacks (JCrew, Banana, Shelli Segal, etc.) and 4 nice dress shirts including a BCBG silk blouse.  She said she hated shopping (mon DIEU!) so she was grateful to have saved the time.

I got: pretty close to what I paid for this stuff!  I pride myself in being a bargain queen and I know for a fact that I didn't pay full price for any of those things. In fact, I distinctly remember that the JCrew slacks were $4.99... AT J. Crew. (A girl doesn't forget that sort of thing)

The icing on the cake?  After she tried on some things she said, "Wow, you have excellent taste in clothes!"

Ahhh, please indulge me as I bask in the afterglow of a girlish compliment...

I blame Bonnie Fuller

I really didn't want to like War of the Worlds because Tom Cruise is a freak.  And I really didn't want to like Batman Begins because Katie Holmes is canoodling with Tom Cruise so I don't like her anymore by proxy.

But I saw both in the last week and I enjoyed both of them dammit.  They were both mindless fun and dang Christian Bale looked hot... even though his teeth looked a little weird, but in a way it worked because they kinda looked battish (at least to me).

Despite all my efforts to resist being sucked into pop-culture and frivolity (by hiding behind books, indie music, and general geekery) I now conclude I am no match against Hollywood, MTV, and FOX.  I wave my white flag in defeat.  Bring on the Jessica Simpsons, the OCs, and the Garflecks, I'm ready to surrender.

(Yes, I know that the attitude behind this entire post is rather hypocritical.  Everyone at the gym knows I read US Weekly like it's my job.)

Groeten!

The great thing about latching yourself to a group 7 hot girls is that you get to reap the benefits of being hot without the actual, you know, maintenance that comes along with cultivating hotness.

Saturday night I went downtown with my friend and 6 of her friends visiting from Riverside.  We first tried to get into Henry's through the much shorter VIP line and of course we were told to queue up in the line for normies.  I am used to this.  I shrugged my shoulders and shuffled to the end of the line and chatted a bit with some girls visiting from Ireland.

But oh no, the girls I came with would not have any of this.  No less than 2 minutes later someone grabbed my wrist and said, "Come on, we're going in now."  We are?  Oh my, yes, look at this we're going in. Hot diggity dawg! (yet another reason I will never be considered "hot": I say stupid shit like "Hot diggity dawg!")

We were on the dance floor for like 5 seconds and some Stripe Shirts came by like moths to the flame.  That was my cue to exit to the patio where  I chatted randomly with a couple of guys...  and of course they turn out to be married...  and of course their wives are sitting 3 feet away from me.  Of course. 

Anyway, they were visiting San Diego and I told them how they should eat brunch at The Cottage and they told me how cool Chicago is and I should definately visit.  But because one can only take so much "fifth-wheel-ness" (especially amongst strangers), I eventually went back inside, found my friend, and convinced her to consume many drinks with me.

That night I got only 2 "konichiwa!"s (4 being par for an evening downtown) and I had to actually explain to my friend that this was 1) quite common and 2) obviously quite annoying.  How cute is this, she actually says, "Why would they say that? You're not Japanese..."  Yes, my pretty Philipino hottie, how astute of you to note that I am not Japanese.

The best way to eat sorbet

San Diego weather has spoiled me.  The temp has tipped over 90 degrees and I'm tempted to walk aroud nekkid as a bluejay whining "It's sooooo hawwwwwwwt!"

I know all you people living in NY/Arizona/North Carolina/Instanbul want to just smack me for complaining (Case in point, she probably will not tolerate such complaints).  But it's all relative isn't it?  Considering the narrow band of temperature we experience, it's no wonder I'm freezing at 55 and roasting at 85. 

What can I say?  San Diegans are pampered pets and we like to make up complaints about the weather because there isn't much else to complain about (aside from being boring as fuck). The weatherman swears that the weather is anything but boring, citing June gloom as a downright challenge.  Poor guy.

So anyway. It's hot. I can't think. I don't want to think.  I just want to sit around in boxer shorts and eat sorbet out of the carton with a big asian soup spoon (are they shitting me with the $20 pricetag??). 

Thus, I blog about mind-numbing things like the weather.

Tune in tomorrow for: Things that Taste Better Frozen than Not.

Seriously, ow my eyes

I've been having major issues with my eyes lately. It's been exceedingly difficult to keep them open.  It's not that I'm tired, I'm getting plenty of sleep in the past couple of days. It feels like I have 10lb weights strung onto my eyelashes.

A couple of theories:
- Lack of iron:  I'm at a, uh, phase where it can be expected I'm low in iron.  I tried taking vitamins with no luck though.
- Full moon:  I was talking to a friend last night (after we watched War of the Worlds) and lately he's been having weird sleep patterns too (he has the opposite pattern where he can't sleep). HIS friend suggested that it may be the moon.
- Contacts:  I'm on my last batch.  Could it be that they went sour?

At any rate, this does not bode well for me to defend myself against oncoming projectiles.

Tonight's dodgeball game: Ow My Eye vs. Pelotas En Fuego

Food is not love... and neither are comments

Cindy, Mabel and I found a place to live!  It's about half a mile up the road from where I currently live, two stories, nice hardwood floors on the first floor, 2-car garage, conveniently located in the heart of soccer mom territory.

The move out/move in date is August 20th so Alana and I have decided to throw a party the weekend before.  I'm working on an Evite but I'm not sending it out til maybe next week because there's no point.  I know how people work, no one is going to RSVP until like 3 days before because they're waiting to see who else responds first.  And then I'll have to spend all day Saturday running around buying extra eggrolls and ice.  Would giving a prize to the first 5 people who respond help counteract this?

Here is a preview of the event.

The Evite is pretty much going to everyone who was invited to our Christmas party so if you didn't go to that, chances are that I did not import your e-mail to this thing either.  It's safe to say that if you read this blog, that's reason enough for you to be invited. I would love for all two of you to attend!  Please leave a comment or email me so that I can send it to you.

If you were invited to the Christmas party then don't worry about, you're on the list... unless you have recently moved to Instanbul and couldn't come anyway. In that case, no invite will be sent cause I can't stand rejection.  But you can leave a comment anyway because I like getting comments.  Especially from Istanbulian friends.

Frickin freezing

I just finished and I eagerly await for others to finish as well because there is SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT!! EEEEEEEEEEK!!

And now about my really long weekend. 

Lovely lovely weekend.  Familiar sights and friends greeted me and made me feel welcome.  The only downside was that I pretty much froze to death the entire weekend having forgotten to bring anything warmer than a long sleeved shirt.  Note to self: When going to San Francisco always subtract 10 degrees from what you predict it will be.  I got so cold I had to resort to wearing this hella (yeah, HELLA) old sweatshirt my aunt had given me.  The reason I didn't take it to SD is because 1) it has a huge 24 Hour Fitness logo on it and 2) it has my name incorrectly embroidered in the corner ("MIYUN").  But fuck if that didn't save my ass from freezing. In my own room. Under my blankets.

Thursday was of course, Susan's play.  It was the first time I've actually seen her perform and I thought she did extremely well, definately the most distinct character and I was lucky enough to have seen her on what she believes to have been her best night.  Angelina can attest to its goodness.

Afterwards we stopped by this bar called Fizee's on Clement and 2nd.  A couple of things to note about Fizee's:
1) All the bartenders were pretty hot asian girls.
2) The owner of the bar goes to my mom's church.
I will let readers form their own comments and conclusions with such information presented.

Anyway, it's a pretty chill place and not a bad hangout, which is why I went there two nights in a row with my Susie Q.  Gosh, I miss that girl.  Even though we didn't have much to gossip about (both of us being happily drama-free at the moment) I still find her to be one of those people I just love "catching up" with when I see her twice or so a year.  And no, I'm not kissing her ass just because I've made her promise to make me her date if she ever goes to the Oscars.

Truly, one of the most insipriational and HI-LARIOUS people I know.

On Friday I took my parents to a Burmese restaurant for my mom's birthday and a belated Father's day.  I think I'm always going to get them food as presents from now on. Can I tell you how my mom packed the Coach purse I gave her for Christmas back into my suitcase??  She said it was too fancy for her and too small to fit her church books.  FLIPPIN AYE.  If I knew she was going to give my present back to me, I would have bought her something else.  Anyway, the Burmese food is good and now I got a new purse.

Saturday I went out with my high school friend Tedmond.  He's another one I love chatting it up with.  We gossiped and chilled in the Marina while waiting for our friends to call and then headed over to Ruby Skye where Deep Dish was playing.  I kind of like house music, but this thing turned out to be a freakin RAVE!  Hahahahahaha!  I do have two funny stories to share:

1) We spent most of our time in the smoking lounge where they played hip hop and where we met this random dood who said he did contracting work for the venue.  Anyway, turns out he does little magic tricks, which turned out to be quite entertaining (floating a crumpled dollar bill in the air, disappearing my still lit cigarette (I wasn't done with it, you ass!), etc).  He asks me if I'm with Ted and I said no, we're just good friends and he offers both of us free drinks because he "knows" the owners and thus has such privileges.  Ted and I are not ones to turn down free drinks so we said sure.  Dood returns 10 minutes later with only his drink and effusely apologizes saying something about the bartender being SUPER busy.  DUDE, don't show off about free drinks if you can't get them and secondly, don't return with YOUR OWN drink in hand.  If I was him I would have handed over the 12 bucks and bought drinks myself, just to save face.  Am I being to harsh??

2) PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Just because you are in a big dance hall with "um-suh um-suh" music going and surrounded by drunkards, it is not ok to FART AND RUN.  Dammit, we had to move like 5 times because some idiot laid a stinkbomb.  I don't know if it was 5 different people or a repeat offender, but people, either go outside or resist the second helping of whatever the fuck you ate that night.  It's not cool.

Ted has pics of us but apparently he's too busy saving lives and shit to email me.

I got home around 3am which nixed my idea about leaving the city at 4am.  But somehow I was back on the road by 10, home by 6 (flippin a-hole LA traffic!!) and reading HP by 7:30.