i'm gonna go take one today. my old one was really good and i always got compliments at the airport. but it got annoying cuz they'd be like: "oh you look really good HERE, but what happened now? are yout ired?"
so, now
i wanna get a really shitty pic so that they can be like, "oh, you look like shit here, but in person you're gorgeous!"
hahahhaa... i'll let you know how they turned out.
and jen's bananas... they're still not ripe.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
B.A.N.A.N.A.S. , this shit is
sooo
jen's bananas haven't ripened and its been about 2 weeks.
soooo i put my really over ripe banana next to hers so that the green ones would get cooties from the yellow ones. I'll let you know how that worked out.
Lauren is in pain. She needs to stretch
hahahhahahhaha.... so we went to the gym a few days ago and she did the inner thighs & the hip adductor business and all that jazz, and she didn't stretch after even though I told her to!
Anyway, so now she is in pain and this is what she looks like. It may look like she is relatively happy. However, as usual, looks are deceiving, and she is actually hiding a painful face under there.
So, therefore, note to all:
REMEMBER TO STRETCH AFTER YOU WORK YO'SELF OUT.
Hotties of Cooper Union, NY
I had the chance to actually talk to a friend of a friend today for the first time since we met over a month or two ago, and realized that I've developed a slight "kinder-garden crush" on him (a term which I learned from Will, Real World LA. lol ). I'm crushin' mostly because he is SO CUTE, is a great conversationalist, is a hot ethnic mix, and because he seems to be rather intelligent. And, today, during our 45-or-so minute conversation, I found out he apparently goes to COOPER UNION!
COOPER UNION!!!
How amazing is that! He's a fourth year in the architecture program. Which is freaking amazing. AMAZING!
I (almost) feel like I've met a celebrity. No, I pretty much DO feel like I've met a celebrity.
For those of you who don't know, Cooper Union, http://www.cooper.edu/, is an amazing school and has a great (Accredited) program for Architecture. Oh, and its FREE.
The process of getting accepted to the school is extensive, to say the least. You have to write an essay and all that to apply, and then if they like you, they send you a test which you have a month to complete, and then if they think you've done well, you get accepted. And if I'm not mistaken, only 20 or so students get in per semester.
This is the second person I know to have been accepted to Cooper, and both of the students that I know there are males. I'm begining to think they may be sexist.... Hmm...
Anyway, I think its really awesome that he goes there, and I hope to get to know this guy a little more. After all, the only thing more attractive about a guy than his bod is definitely his brain.
(Both of which are hottttttttttttttttt...........................)
COOPER UNION!!!
How amazing is that! He's a fourth year in the architecture program. Which is freaking amazing. AMAZING!
I (almost) feel like I've met a celebrity. No, I pretty much DO feel like I've met a celebrity.
For those of you who don't know, Cooper Union, http://www.cooper.edu/, is an amazing school and has a great (Accredited) program for Architecture. Oh, and its FREE.
The process of getting accepted to the school is extensive, to say the least. You have to write an essay and all that to apply, and then if they like you, they send you a test which you have a month to complete, and then if they think you've done well, you get accepted. And if I'm not mistaken, only 20 or so students get in per semester.
This is the second person I know to have been accepted to Cooper, and both of the students that I know there are males. I'm begining to think they may be sexist.... Hmm...
Anyway, I think its really awesome that he goes there, and I hope to get to know this guy a little more. After all, the only thing more attractive about a guy than his bod is definitely his brain.
(Both of which are hottttttttttttttttt...........................)
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Shrooms, Neil Patrick Harris, and Aladdin
Almost took some this weekend- but didn't. I'm glad I have the ability to say "no".
Or am I?
I watched Harold and Kumar 2 this weekend and after seeing all that NPH saw, I second guessed my decision.
However, after doing a little research, I guess I'm glad I didn't:
Namely because: the stuff that's in shrooms stays in your brain forever after and can be re-released at any time and you can have a trip even after 5, 10, or 20 years. Now, that may seem awesome, but say you were a lawyer and you were in the courtroom defending a client and all of a sudden you saw little leprechauns running around everywhere?
Or what if one day when I was in an airplane flying somewhere, the change in pressure induced the re-release of shroom-age in my brain and I had the sudden urge to jump off the plane because Princess Jasmine and Aladdin wanted me to join them on their flying carpet through the
clouds?
Knowing my obsession with Aladdin it is very likely that something like that could happen.
Therefore, overall, glad I didn't partake in the festivities. Thanks anyway, Berkeley!
Or am I?
I watched Harold and Kumar 2 this weekend and after seeing all that NPH saw, I second guessed my decision.
However, after doing a little research, I guess I'm glad I didn't:
Namely because: the stuff that's in shrooms stays in your brain forever after and can be re-released at any time and you can have a trip even after 5, 10, or 20 years. Now, that may seem awesome, but say you were a lawyer and you were in the courtroom defending a client and all of a sudden you saw little leprechauns running around everywhere?
Or what if one day when I was in an airplane flying somewhere, the change in pressure induced the re-release of shroom-age in my brain and I had the sudden urge to jump off the plane because Princess Jasmine and Aladdin wanted me to join them on their flying carpet through the
clouds?Knowing my obsession with Aladdin it is very likely that something like that could happen.
Therefore, overall, glad I didn't partake in the festivities. Thanks anyway, Berkeley!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
real world - LA
First, jealous that I'm not on it, too.
But, what is it about the real world that makes us want to watch 24-7?
Second. The people. As of watching the first episode:
Greg - he thinks he's too cool, but i feel bad for him. He is already singled out because he's the "internet winner". I hope he gets closer w/ everyone because that would suck for him to be the outsider.
Sarah- manipulative, immature, likes attention.
Will - very cute. considerate. thoughtful. All about his music. But, poor guy is already whipped by sarah.
...
more later.
But, what is it about the real world that makes us want to watch 24-7?
Second. The people. As of watching the first episode:
Greg - he thinks he's too cool, but i feel bad for him. He is already singled out because he's the "internet winner". I hope he gets closer w/ everyone because that would suck for him to be the outsider.
Sarah- manipulative, immature, likes attention.
Will - very cute. considerate. thoughtful. All about his music. But, poor guy is already whipped by sarah.
...
more later.
Making a Website
If Galen has one, I need to have one.
Unfortch, though my proposed deadline for myself was end of April, that doesn't look too promising right now and it definitely won't be done by then. Simply because of the fact that I don't know where to upload that shit to.
Someone help me. Or, Norbert, lets figure out a time when we can get together to work on that shit.
xoxo
Unfortch, though my proposed deadline for myself was end of April, that doesn't look too promising right now and it definitely won't be done by then. Simply because of the fact that I don't know where to upload that shit to.
Someone help me. Or, Norbert, lets figure out a time when we can get together to work on that shit.
xoxo
Body Conscious Design
So. Galen Cranz has a website.
We all knew it would happen, I just didn't realize it would happen so soon!
bodyconsciousdesign.com
It's full of fun stuff that she has either designed or created or found and is using the website to promote a more body conscious way of life.
Rock on, Galen!!
This week, we have a meeting at her house where we will see how she lives a more body conscious way of life. I'll post about how crazy amazing her place is. And apparently she's making us guacamolllleeeeeeeeee
We all knew it would happen, I just didn't realize it would happen so soon!
bodyconsciousdesign.com
It's full of fun stuff that she has either designed or created or found and is using the website to promote a more body conscious way of life.
Rock on, Galen!!
This week, we have a meeting at her house where we will see how she lives a more body conscious way of life. I'll post about how crazy amazing her place is. And apparently she's making us guacamolllleeeeeeeeee
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Everyone is a Prima Donna
Why it's so hard to find love at UC Berkeley.
My roommate Lauren and I headed over to Bears Lair on Thursday night, our on-campus bar, to celebrate a close friend's birthday and to do a little drinking. Naturally, the other reason we went was to check out the boys; if you meet someone at the Lair it means you already have one thing in common: a shared love for a beer (or two).
We bought a pitcher for John, the birthday boy, and enjoyed each others' company at a table on the patio. Since I had an early flight the next morning to Orange County I didn't want to drink too much, and so I walked around the patio to "baby-sit" my beer for a bit. I ran into some old friends and we chit-chatted about plans for post-graduation, girl-friends, boy-friends, and the like. Meanwhile, I noticed that a very attractive young man across the patio was clearly checking me out.
Let me preface the following situation with the fact that it's not that often that that someone that I might actually be into is checking me out - so I was thrilled, to say the least. We made eyes at each other for some time, and when I thought he would be inebriated enough to forget anything silly that I might do or say, I went over to say hello.
"Hey, palm-reader," I said, reacting to what his shirt claimed he was. "What's mine say?" I asked. With a coy little smile I showed him my palm and anxiously awaited the answer.
Ideas of what he might say ran through my head... "That I'm the man of your dreams," "That you just met your match" "That you better watch out because I'm so smooth" were just a few of the phrases I thought this hopefully not only cute but clever boy would come up with.
You can guess my excitement when all he said was "uhmm.... uhmmmmm....... uhm...."
I giggled a little bit, smiled, and in what I thought seemed like a friendly manner said " 'Um.. Um..' don't think too hard now," playfully mocking him just a little bit.
Ego: bruised
Self esteem: broken
Defense-mode: intensified.
The guy gave me a mad/ hurt look and after I told him that I was just kidding, I gave him another chance to "read my palm".
But he wouldn't have it, and he kindly asked me to "Fuck off".
Talk about a great way to start a relationship!
But, that was three years ago, and now we are getting married.
NOT.
Ok. So, after he reacted so poorly to my advances, I told him I was just kidding, asked him to calm down a bit, and emphasized that I was "just kidding." He reluctantly accepted my apology and I peaced-out to to say hello to another friend standing nearby.
I had no idea what to think of our brief interaction. After all, "fuck off" is a pretty straight forward way of saying "Hey ass-hole, I'd be happiest if I never spoke to you again in my life"
Though I knew this, I felt bad and didn't want this one to get away. Like I said, it's rare for someone who i might actually be interested in to be checking me out, so after chatting with my friend for a bit, I went back over to the palm-reader to apologize for my impatience and inability to believe in his abilities. Upon noticing how bad I felt for upsetting him, he also "admitted" to having been joking about telling me to fuck off.
Even after accepting his apology, I was still a little blown away that someone had actually told ME, a relatively attractive girl, to fuck off (the exact meaning of which still is rather perplexing to me). I went back to Lauren to tell her what happened. We both giggled about it and she helped me realize that I had literally laughed at the poor guy in his face, but then commended me for apologizing as it "shows that I'm not insecure and don't have an ego problem... though he might."
Anyway. The point of it is: he did not seem like he was going to come up to me... After all, for a majority of the night I was hanging out with my friend the birthday-boy, and I was pretty dressed up for Bears Lair, and there were a lot of sorority girls there that I was chatting with as well so maybe he thought I was one of them - and we all know what people think about sorority girls... Or, maybe he was intimidated, or maybe he had a girlfriend, or maybe he just wasn't interested. Though I can't imagine why someone would be checking someone else out the whole night if they weren't interested.
Either way, the fact that I went up to him defnitely says something about me and my personality. If I were a guy, I would love if every now and then an attractive girl was hitting on me.
We ended up talking again later that night at the bar, and he offered me a beer, which I didn't take, then offered me a sip of his, which I did, and we made some conversation. Turns out he's from Irvine, went to the same high school as one of my friends, and is graduating this semester as well, and he's staying in the bay after he graduates. It would've been perfect. I'd love to end this by saying "and he overall he seemed like a pretty decent guy," but I really can't say that since he did, after all, ask me to fuck off.
And no, we didn't exchange numbers.
So much for that "cute guy at the bar" situation. Things could've gone so well.
See what happens when you can't take a joke? Freakin' prima donnas.
My roommate Lauren and I headed over to Bears Lair on Thursday night, our on-campus bar, to celebrate a close friend's birthday and to do a little drinking. Naturally, the other reason we went was to check out the boys; if you meet someone at the Lair it means you already have one thing in common: a shared love for a beer (or two).
We bought a pitcher for John, the birthday boy, and enjoyed each others' company at a table on the patio. Since I had an early flight the next morning to Orange County I didn't want to drink too much, and so I walked around the patio to "baby-sit" my beer for a bit. I ran into some old friends and we chit-chatted about plans for post-graduation, girl-friends, boy-friends, and the like. Meanwhile, I noticed that a very attractive young man across the patio was clearly checking me out.
Let me preface the following situation with the fact that it's not that often that that someone that I might actually be into is checking me out - so I was thrilled, to say the least. We made eyes at each other for some time, and when I thought he would be inebriated enough to forget anything silly that I might do or say, I went over to say hello.
"Hey, palm-reader," I said, reacting to what his shirt claimed he was. "What's mine say?" I asked. With a coy little smile I showed him my palm and anxiously awaited the answer.
Ideas of what he might say ran through my head... "That I'm the man of your dreams," "That you just met your match" "That you better watch out because I'm so smooth" were just a few of the phrases I thought this hopefully not only cute but clever boy would come up with.
You can guess my excitement when all he said was "uhmm.... uhmmmmm....... uhm...."
I giggled a little bit, smiled, and in what I thought seemed like a friendly manner said " 'Um.. Um..' don't think too hard now," playfully mocking him just a little bit.
Ego: bruised
Self esteem: broken
Defense-mode: intensified.
The guy gave me a mad/ hurt look and after I told him that I was just kidding, I gave him another chance to "read my palm".
But he wouldn't have it, and he kindly asked me to "Fuck off".
Talk about a great way to start a relationship!
But, that was three years ago, and now we are getting married.
NOT.
Ok. So, after he reacted so poorly to my advances, I told him I was just kidding, asked him to calm down a bit, and emphasized that I was "just kidding." He reluctantly accepted my apology and I peaced-out to to say hello to another friend standing nearby.
I had no idea what to think of our brief interaction. After all, "fuck off" is a pretty straight forward way of saying "Hey ass-hole, I'd be happiest if I never spoke to you again in my life"
Though I knew this, I felt bad and didn't want this one to get away. Like I said, it's rare for someone who i might actually be interested in to be checking me out, so after chatting with my friend for a bit, I went back over to the palm-reader to apologize for my impatience and inability to believe in his abilities. Upon noticing how bad I felt for upsetting him, he also "admitted" to having been joking about telling me to fuck off.
Even after accepting his apology, I was still a little blown away that someone had actually told ME, a relatively attractive girl, to fuck off (the exact meaning of which still is rather perplexing to me). I went back to Lauren to tell her what happened. We both giggled about it and she helped me realize that I had literally laughed at the poor guy in his face, but then commended me for apologizing as it "shows that I'm not insecure and don't have an ego problem... though he might."
Anyway. The point of it is: he did not seem like he was going to come up to me... After all, for a majority of the night I was hanging out with my friend the birthday-boy, and I was pretty dressed up for Bears Lair, and there were a lot of sorority girls there that I was chatting with as well so maybe he thought I was one of them - and we all know what people think about sorority girls... Or, maybe he was intimidated, or maybe he had a girlfriend, or maybe he just wasn't interested. Though I can't imagine why someone would be checking someone else out the whole night if they weren't interested.
Either way, the fact that I went up to him defnitely says something about me and my personality. If I were a guy, I would love if every now and then an attractive girl was hitting on me.
We ended up talking again later that night at the bar, and he offered me a beer, which I didn't take, then offered me a sip of his, which I did, and we made some conversation. Turns out he's from Irvine, went to the same high school as one of my friends, and is graduating this semester as well, and he's staying in the bay after he graduates. It would've been perfect. I'd love to end this by saying "and he overall he seemed like a pretty decent guy," but I really can't say that since he did, after all, ask me to fuck off.
And no, we didn't exchange numbers.
So much for that "cute guy at the bar" situation. Things could've gone so well.
See what happens when you can't take a joke? Freakin' prima donnas.
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