halloween: work edition

today we had a halloween celebration at work. each little "pod" was decorated as a different theme. my group was disneyland (pictures once i get them). my ride was the matterhorn. there are judges for individual costume, and for the group as a whole. apparently our group has a fairly good chance of winning the group one. i can say that i agree with that. i think we did a good job. i'll post if we won later.

halloween

so the halloween parties are all over with for the year. unless i actually make it out on the night of halloween. but with having to work the next day, i'm not so sure that that is going to happen. plus, i feel so old lately that it doesn't aid me in going out on week nights. i don't know if i should fight against this, or settle into my old age and find a good book to settle into bed with. but that is a topic for a different post. we (the argentinian and i) made it to three parties over the course of the weekend. though one was only for a very short time. it was fun. he was some sort of monk, but like a gansta looking one. and i was in a catholic school uniform.i got to see a friend on friday that i haven't seen in a while, like a couple months. so that was nice. hopefully i'll see him a little more often. i should be better about that. saturday we went to some parties with this other couple that were being thrown by some of the argentinian's friends. four vodka/oj's, a lost earring, finally finding my earring, waiting for a car to be cool enough to start, falling asleep in the back seat, and the evening was over. after the parties, we just fell into bed and went right to sleep, and proceeded to not do much the rest of the weekend. i feel so old sometimes. like when staying out til 12 or 1 in the morning, and then i'm tired the next day. so sad.

a range of emotions

i went down to the vending machine today to get a soda, and something to snack on while i worked. i put in my change for my bag of candy, and the little metal spiral stops short of my candy falling down. a slight grunt of disappointment escapes my throat. then, magically, the spiral starts turning again, and not only does my bag of candy fall, but another bag of candy falls. giving me two for the price of one. also, during my search for vending machines, i came across a statistic that over 50 people have been killed in the last 28 years since vending machines have been around (1978). that's almost 2 people a year. death by vending machine - that's rough.i know that this second picture is of a japanese vending machine, but i just loved that it was an egg vending machine. that's right, it despenses brightly colored eggs. how cute.

old people shouldn't be allowed to drive

why should they not be allowed to drive? because a couple of times recently (including today) some careless old person has almost just come from their lane out of nowhere into mine. and then proceeded to wander back over to theirs. why isn't there more regulation on old people with licences?

ecstatic

i got my new computer today, and i love it. that is all for now.

engagement

first off, no, i am not engaged, if the title made any people suspect that is what this was about.

i just overheard a woman at my work announcing to some people she is now engaged. i myself was talking about engagement last night with the argentinian (not in a "we're planning on getting engaged/talking about getting married sort of way"). he tells me, not for the first time, how he wants a girl to propose to him. i tell him how i would never propose to a guy, no matter what.

"why not?" he asks.

"i can't even ask a guy out on a date when i'm single, and you think i could ask someone to marry me? no way. what if the guy said no?" i answer.

cause really, if i'm so afraid to even ask someone out cause i don't want the rejection of asking someone out and them saying no, how horrible would it be to ask someone to spend their life with you and them say no? i think once girls are ready to be married, and are with the right person, they drop little hints to some extent, making it known what they want. do guys do the same thing? i think not. in my personal experience, even when a guy says he could see himself spending his life with you it is not a sure bet. so i think i'm really going to pass on the whole proposing thing. not that i don't admire girls who have done it. good for you. but me, no way. call me traditional, call me what you want, but i want the guy to propose to me.

i hope this is for real

i know that this could very well be some sort of publicity stunt, or forced hanging out for the new season of the simple life, but i hope they really are friends again.

really?

i was on my way home on saturday afternoon from the argentinian's house, and i was kind of hungry. so since i didn't have all that much to eat at home, i stopped at taco bell. the taco bell shares a parking lot with in-n-out, and so there is often a rather long line of cars that crowds up the place. so i'm trying to squeeze through a line of cars (in my car) and a dumpster when this girl in a truck starts trying to go through as well. i see her mouth the words about "she'll have to back up." even though i had started through the space first, i was like, whatever, no big deal, i'll just back up. i knew there was a ped (pedestrian) walking around behind my car, so i waited a second and was looking back for him to be out of the way of my car. i slowly move back, as in i just take my foot off the brake and let me car roll. suddenly, this ass ped spits his drink, which appears to have some food in it as well, on the back of my car. and keeps on walking away. needless to say, it pisses me off. so i drive over to where he is just sitting down with one of his friends, and get out of my car and ask if there is a reason that he spit on my car.

"yeah," he said. "you almost hit me."

"no, i didn't. i waited for you to be out of the way," i respond.

"oh, you waited."

which yeah, i did wait. cause really, is hitting some ped high on my list of things to do? i'm pretty sure it's not. so even if he thought that i was going to hit him, which i wasn't even near him so i don't know what his deal was, why is spitting on someone's car the first thought you have? cause i'm pretty sure that it's an accident if someone hits a person. and i'm pretty sure the one mile an hour nudge wouldn't have phased him. but i wasn't even near him, so it was stupid.

later that day i almost got hit by a backing out car in my apartment complex parking lot. and you know what, i didn't even think about spitting on their car. i didn't even say anything. cause i was mostly just like, whoa, i almost got hit by a car. not like, hey, what an ass. i'm sure this older woman was trying to run me over. what can i do that lacks complete human decency to show my rage. even if i was mad, the worst i would do is maybe give an angry look. when did it become ok to spit on people or their stuff. i'm pretty sure spitting on someone's body is assault. why should spitting on their car be any more ok?

an epidemic

so first rachel zoe starts to look rather haggard. well, more like very haggard.



and now the girls she styles are looking bad too.



why are you doing this to our young hollywood starlets rachel? first you let them (or help them) get so super skinny, and then you let them go to a premier with greasy hair like brandon davis's and looking all cracked out? not to mention from what i can see that dress does not look all that cute.

License

so i got my new license in the mail on saturday. it obviously looks much more like me, aside from the fact that it makes me look tanorexic (see below).

really, i'm not that tan/orange. i don't know what happened. but i was at least looking forward to not having so much scrutiny put on my picture from when i was 16. i would finally be able to get in bars without the hassle. not true. on the first night i actually use my new license, i get just as much hassle as before. "what's your birthdate? what's your license number?" i mean i know i look like indian or something in the picture, but it's still a real ID.

UPDATE

so earlier i was talking about how no one at my office knew how to say my last name. yesterday in our team meeting we had to do these little mini introductions since we got a new girl. people were saying there first and last names. so i obviously said mine. the reaction: "wait, how do you say your last name?" i was like, "yeah, people tend to get it wrong. it's no big deal. it's been happening my whole life." but maybe now it won't be mispronounced quite so often. a small victory.

so cute

have you seen the pictures of gwen stefani and gavin rossdale's baby? i just saw one this morning. that kid is so cute. kingston looks so much like his dad. gwen's looking pretty good herself, for having a baby not all that long ago.

not sure if i'll make it

so i picked up this book on fasting the other day (juice and other types). and i've started reading it, and it's kind of got me wanting to try it. i've never really fasted before. well, except in high school once when we did some fast to raise money or something. but that was barely 24 hours. and to be 100% honest, i might have snuck a cookie or something that a friend gave me. so i'm actually wanting to try it. or slowly work my way up to it. when i was reading all these benefits you can get from it,it's hard to not want to even try. i don't know that i could make it though. like i'm sure for like one day i could do it. but for three days? that i'm not so sure of. three days surviving on nothing but juice would be hard, considering i've been getting even more hungry lately. maybe i'll try it sometime this week or weekend. i'll keep you posted.

new beginnings

so my friend and i are going to be starting a fashion blog. something new and creative for me to do at work, and something new and creative for her to do after work. as if i don't take my job seriously. hurtful... but who am i kidding. i will work on it at work.

it's too late, isn't it

so today my office had the birthday celebrations. they said my last name wrong. i've worked there for 3 1/2 months now, so i feel as if the time to correct someone on how to say it has passed. reminds me of that friends episode where chandler never corrected the guy in his office that his name wasn't toby, and then like five years later he still gets called that. except this is my whole office, not one person. oh well. at least no one uses my last name all that much.

as some may know, tomorrow is my birthday. i've noticed over the past few years that birthdays aren't quite as exciting as they used to be. all part of getting older i'm sure. last year was kind of miserable off and on throughout the day for reasons i will not write here. and this will be my first birthday when none of my close friends are around. and yeah, i know, the argentinian is here. but that's not what i mean. even though i have friends here, none of the people i've known forever are around. it's kind of weird. cause at least one of them has always been around. not that i think that it will be a bad birthday or that i'll be upset over it. i'm sure i'll be fine. it's just kind of different.

concert

so there was a free concert this weekend that i dragged the argentinian to. it was for flogging molly. he says he had fun, and i hope he did. though i know he really only went cause of me.
i know that the whole irish punk/folk music is probably a bit of an acquired taste, but he still went and did it with a smile on his face. we took a little bit of video. the sounds not always that great. but oh well...

sometimes i feel bad when i slack off at work. sometimes i don't. like when for the last 20 or so minutes i keep hearing a co-worker commenting on how she is trying to figure out if a character on blue's clues is a girl or boy. then i don't feel so bad about reading celebrity gossip on the company dime.

throw down at the microwave

so last week at work i was making my lunch. by making my lunch i mean putting some water in the cup-o-noodles cup. this lady sees me doing this, yet proceeds to put her bowl of rice in the microwave. i look at her, and i don't say anything, as i don't want to be known as the office bitch or anything. but she sees me just standing there the whole time she is microwaving her food. i mean shouldn't you ask someone if they are going to use the microwave before just plopping your food in when you see them with a microwavable food?

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