BIG ROCK IS UP!!

as I said before, my roommates rock. that's all. overall it was a good/eventful weekend. including the funeral. lots of great family time. especially with mom at del amo. good times at the farmer's market. good times at vibe 9. great taco salad as always.

anxiously awaiting new roommate.

and a good night's sleep. peace.

it's bright. i did not experience refreshing sleep. and i have four non blonds stuck in my head.

my roommates are the best
so they were going to *surprise* me with BIG ROCK, on an 8 ft plexi-glass mounted foam board... and camp out in the living room so that they could see my surprised reaction at 6am. i think i'm going to cry.

or rather just sleep.

here's to rapping old white men. and the smitten-iliciting cure guy.
and to 97 years.

bless long lunches with friends in the noon sun of kerckhoff patio.
statement of the day: "that's going STRAIGHT back to Amy..."
so iowa caucases eh? and health insurance? oh America.

so is THIS what it's like for a day in the life of a non cfids-person?

confidence and renewal... (and awaiting truth serum to really let loose)

oh the sounds coming from our house. :)

so potentially extremely awkward situation tonight at Q's was really tons o' fun. pv reunion part 2? and center of attention on a bar stool amidst a group intently standing around? who knew.

overall fun day. hanging with the girls. recording studio take 2. wedding singer. guitar lesson. tacos-at-home dinner.

notable thought: learning different sides of people in such short amounts of time.
moment to remember: the guy who actually followed me
first south beach-prohibited craving: vanilla latte and ANYTHING dessert related from the coffee bean.

tonight was quite possibly one of the most drama-filled going out nights... ever. thank god for easy-going personalities (for the most part).

things i've learned from this experience:
-never bring guys when you want to get into a club in hollywood
-never get on cecile's bad side
-adam garcia is hot (right cheek still unwashed)
-young is still cute after, what, 7 years?

quote of the evening: "If I ever see that mother fucker again, I'm going to rip out his nuts. I want to go home. Anyone have a cigarette?"
moment of the evening: Jon Han running up to my car saying "just get outta here before something happens!" and a subsequent Josh running after the car.

overall, i'm sad though. tonight just made me see a lot of things.

high bar recording studio, session one:
friday january 16
approx. 2:30pm
cover of ani difranco's you had time
electric guitar: AB
vocals: AC

on my way to wiping away all high risks for heart disease in my body...

Ok, so I said I wouldn't weigh myself while on this diet for a variety of reasons... weight doesn't tell you body fat:muscle, just how much water you have in your system... and maybe I didn't want to jinx myself because, well, I've been doing that a WHOLE lot lately... but I think I'm down 5 pounds since I started 5 days ago. That's quite the drop. I don't really believe it all... and I won't cry myself to sleep if it doesn't stay off or nothing else comes off... but it's kind of a notable difference. Just wanted to share that.

good steak. good salad. good company. good.

The funeral was this morning. It was really sad. I don't know what I was expecting, but I could definitely feel that it was a tremendous loss. Chris was so strong as she spoke and as she walked out of the chapel. There were lots of old friends and coworkers who talked about a side of her dad that none of us had ever known. What hit me most about all of this is how little you actually know of someone until you attend their funeral. Ironic how life works that way. And depressing. I'll never forgot the song that Jenn's mom sang. It has so much meaning now.

"Remember today and be sad, but remember tomorrow and be happy." yes, it means so much more coming from who it came from.

Today was absolutely exhausting, but extremely productive. I'm pooped. The funeral is tomorrow... taking a moment of reflection in preparation.

the weekend was good. caught up with old friends. kicked some gamecube ass. pondered blond jokes around the campfire and playing spoons in the dark. i am absolutely exhausted, however, after the half night of sleep I got on Saturday night. long day today. and day 2 of south beach. here goes.

I wonder how to describe Death: or, the playground. I'll have to think about that.

i still don't know how to listen, but i'm trying.

i sit in my newly-organized room. pile of clothes still lingers on the floor behind and to the left of me. screen is dimmed to 50%. flylight brightly illuminates center of keyboard from an angle.

life is a scary thing. i know how i feel, yet i still don't know how to feel. how i should feel, that is. it's so easy to be angry, to focus on the unfairness and the injustice and the lack of mercy and the prevalence of trials. i can't ever imagine what it must be like. perhaps it's easiest just to focus on the to-do list: contact travel agency for itinerary. contact uncle lee's cell phone. set up return flight. reschedule next week's tutoring.

maybe it's bedtime. i feel sleepy. it's just hard to think about sleep right now.

oh no... DPe and Kristy want to go to Pachanga tonight... the addiction ensues. :)

and it's RUNAWAY TRAIN by Soul Asylum. I can sing the entire song!

Lots of stuff going on. lots of work this week. second job. first client tonight. new trivia games. new cold. killer apple martinis. and check out Matt's Site. Haha.

Oh, and I caught Bravo's Celebrity Poker last night... Even though Paul Rudd is potentially more adorable and won all the money, I want you Ron Livingston...

Winter break comes to an end... I should feel fortunate enough to be in my line of work, given that I actually HAVE a winter break... I guess I'm ready to go back to work. Fun night w/ the roomies tonight. Alex and I are "trivial" and Stacy almost bought a giraffe for us... which Arun and I would've actually gotten a kick out of.

So when do I get to watch someone mako fish? And halibut are crazy looking m-fkers!

Note to self: do not have male cousin sing Elvis operatically at wedding.
Second note: where the heck is my level?

LITRES AND LITRES!! GEEZ!

As Leah was about to take off (on her changed AND delayed flight) from Ft. Lauderdale, she heard this loud sound on the left side of the plane... The flight attendant quickly got on the phone and asked what the sound was... THE THING THAT STEERS ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE PLANE FELL OFF! What the hell!! 2 minutes later, they would have had to crash land the plane! They had to be pulled back to the gate cuz' the plane couldn't manuver itself back. Geez!

I told Leah American Airlines needs to kiss her ass. Needless to say they just lost a couple of customers today.

1. Jude Law is HOT. I'd wait for him on a cold mountain any day.
2. I am a master chef.
3. Poor Leah has been stuck at the airport for almost 12 hours!!

It's a wonder what leave-in conditioner and molding wax can do for your hair.

So I went to an Asian party tonight. Mell's going to kill me. In my defense, I went under a couple of conditions:
1. I really wanted to go out tonight and was actually feeling better.
2. I wanted to spend time w/ my girls, especially Chris.
3. I didn't really know it was going to be an Asian party... just kinda thought it. If I really knew, I would've worn flats.

Having said all of that, I actually had a really good time. It was a bday party for three people who all decided to rent out the Santo Coyote on Melrose. At least, that's what I think it was... I'm not exactly sure. And there was a guestlist that I was supposed to fudge my way onto, but I actually just valeted my car, stepped up to the door, smiled at the bouncers, and walked right in. Go me. It was a blast dancing with my girls, and I got to meet some friends of friends. And then I kept running into people I knew from way back when... from church... from the dorms... from Cambridge... from high school... I felt old, and tall, but oh well. There was also one big almost-fight stirred up by none other than a PV alum. Who knows what it was really about, but an hour later he was still all pissed, spitting on the curb, making an absolute ass of himself. Grow up. Why don't you really throw a punch and see where that brings you.

All in all, fun night. Great music. Room to dance, room to sit, but crowded enough to keep the energy level high. So do the ditty if you want to because then I can see if I want to.

I awaken this morning at the dawn of a new year, nose unstuffed and tummy grumbling. The 120mg of pseudophedrine I took at 6pm last night made the awakening so much more joyful and refreshing feeling than it really should have after only a few short hours of sleep. I head down to the kitchen to chat with mom as she packs her vitamins, and casually peruse the sports section of the LA Times. Trojans... Michigan... blah blah blah. My interest is piqued by a front-page article, not discussing the teams and potential victors of the game, but discussing the battle of the fight songs. Apparently Michigan and SC have two of the best fight songs... like, ever. WHAT?? Now, I'm actually looking forward to hearing the Michigan fight song for the first time this afternoon. But the stinkin' SC fight song? The one with three notes? The article proceeds to talk about how they played the SC fight song during WWII during some attack in a Pacific island... how it's practically a classic pub song... blah blah BLAH. There was one great part of the article aligned with a firm belief of mine that I'd like to mention. :) "The problem with the USC song is that they play it too much," Studwell said. "It seems like they play when they score, when they don't score, when they feel good, when they feel bad. Many people feel it's overdone." ME INCLUDED! :)

Now after that extensive rant, I have to admit I probably will sit and watch the game and almost cheer for the... gasp... you know... because I appreciate good football and don't appreciate lame ass sucky we might as well be a JV HS team cuz' we suck and can't do anything football. tear.

I now digress from the newspaper to reflect on the events of New Year's Eve 2003... is that New Year's Eve 2003 or New Year's Eve 2004? Interesting conundrum. (I don't think I've ever used the word conundrum before, ever.) It began with some ass-kicking at Super Monkey Ball 2 in the good ol' Chan PV house in front of the good of Chan PV HDTV. It then moved to Hermosa Beach... to my favorite bar of course... Molloy's... There was some drinking, streamer-throwing, dancing at the table, pizza eating next door, puking... :) We won't get into details but we hightailed out of there by about 10:45. :) It all worked out though with all of us being able to spend New Year's together, rather than running in and out of the bar to the patio area. We then moved over to Stacy's pool-not-billiards-cuz-it's-a-different-game room and counted down there. It was cozy and chill, the way New Year's is meant to be. I shot pool and didn't suck at it!! We counted down, uncorked the sham-pog-nuh, and just relaxed our way into 2004.

It was a nice night. Definitely memorable. And I need to get back to the pizza place so that I can sing Journey loudly and not be the only one! Did you hear that? The people eating at the pizza place actually stopped their chomping and started singing along to Journey! I love Hermosa!