Gay is In.

Valerie: Do I look like I could be gay? Cause that would be awesome.

Ayo for Halo

Everyone is going nuts over the release of Halo 3. I woke up early this morning to watch the news. Iranian president--you're out (it's ok, you sucked anyway), Halo 3--you're in. Wowzas. I guess there was a huge launch in Bellevue last night. Even Billy G himself came out to play with the geeks. A handful of guys at my work took the day off to play. Everyone is going over to someone's house tonight for a Halo 3 evening. Hmm...Halo 3 or Beauty and the Geek? This is tough.

So True...

Thursdays should be Fridays.

Throughout my whole college experience, I've noticed that the big night to go out is Thursday. It's crazy. Until this day, I still schedule my classes, appointments, etc. at convenient times aka NOT on a Friday, or if it has to be on Friday, definitely not before 12 pm. Why? Because I will most likely be making my way home from falling asleep on a random couch, or trying to beg my insides not to come out and say hello.

This morning was no exception. Last night I went over to Nick's to make dinner. We decided to go hang out with his friend who owns a houseboat over South Lake Union. WOWWW. I want one really bad. We then went to Styx, a pool hall/bar that Nick's friend is the manager of. I had started drinking at 7 pm. I could've sworn it was time to go home and head to bed...but alas, I looked at the clock and it read 10:06. We then decided to head to another bar where there was some chick from the Real World [enter WHO CARES?? face here].

Who does all of this on a Thursday?!

And now I sit at my desk. Hungover. Without a shower. Trying to keep my eyes open. I've refilled my nalgene about 8 times and still, I feel like crap. TGIF.

On another note...this was pretty funny:
Brandon: Guess what today is?!!
Me: What?
Brandon: September 21st!
Me: ...
Brandon: The 21st of September!
Me: ...
Brandon: Do you rememba...the 21st night of Septemba!
Me: Ahahahahahahahaha

















RIP Johnny.

Back to the Future.

Jess: what day/time is it?
Me: it's monday, september 17 at 5:31 pm. why?
Jess: it's tuesday, september 18 at 9:33 am. the future is good.


[Jess is in Tokyo for work]

Work of art.

My friend Nick is currently in a play called "Declaration." It's about the writers of the Declaration of Independence--but it's kind of not. You see, at the beginning, the characters ask the audience what problems they think are occuring. For instance, the guy on stage asks, "If only there was more _____ available," in which I yelled out "Lager!!" Then they take what the audience has said and incorporate it into the play. It's more improv than an actual scripted play.

Anyways, I decided to bring my best boy these days, Nick (not the same Nick in the play), and during the play, one of the guys asks Nick to "help him out" if something happens. In the middle of the play, two of the characters get in a scuffle...my friend Nick (not in the play) decides to jump on stage and take down one of the characters! It was pretty awesome. It's nice to see some audience participation.

But that wasn't the best part of the night. There was a young girl sitting in front of us...she was about 10 years old. She kept looking at Nick (I thought she might have a little crushy...). She even offered him some of her muffin (not that muffin sickos). Later, she was trying to show us a picture. We didn't quite understand her. After the show, I asked her what she was talking about. It turns out she drew a picture of me and Nick. Awwwwwwwww. It is now framed in my room. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Fight the power.

Today on the bus a woman told me, "You're really beautiful...are you black?"

I've never gotten African American before...I've gotten Mexican, Spanish, Hawaiian. Never Black. Today is a new day.

Since when...

Is it okay to contact someone after work to do work?

Gay.

I want to break freeeeeee.

So I have a friend down in LA looking for a new roommate. She wants to move out of her place to save money and figured that sharing a place with someone else would be a lot cheaper. I told her about my situation. Yes, the rent is cheaper. Yes, I guess it's nice to have people to talk to so you don't go insane. But...and yes, there is a but...I feel like everything weighs itself out.

Right now, I have a pretty hefty job. I know I'm not the President of the United States or anything to that level, but my job is hard. And it's becoming a true test, especially right now, to see if I can handle this as a career. Therefore, coming home and finding randoms camped out in your living room after you've worked a long day just doesn't sound ideal right now. This week is a big week for me. I have a huge presentation due as well as taking a placement test to determine if I can skip some classes to graduate. I guess this also happens to be the week my apartment turns into a fucking hotel.

In my friend's ad for craigslist, she states the following:

If either of us have friends in town of course its cool if they crash for a night or two, but anything longer then that is considered a proper vacation which involves a hotel. [this especially refers to any family members you have come to visit]

So I did some calculations [of course, because I'm cheap and Asian]. But if you have friends that crash at my apartment for a week...that is 1/4 of a month's rent. Correct? That means that would be over $100 taken off of my rent. This is a considerable amount. Correct? I mean, you wouldn't just throw a $100 bill into the toilet for fun. Correct?

I'm a reasonable person. But it has officially reached the point where it is so awkward that I stay in my room. And NEVER leave. I only go out to warm up my food. But I eat in my room. I drink in my room. When I have friends--I invite them into my room. I don't even watch cable anymore (which I pay 1/3 of) because it's out in the main living room. The entire apartment is furnished...with MY stuff. They are using my TV, using my microwave, NOT throwing away the trash (if I have to put my foot in the trash one more time to compress....I will dieeee).

There is something wrong with this. I would totally be ok with everything. But...I have a job. I have shit to do. I have TV to watch. I have dinner to make. And I can't do it with random people watching me from my living room.

In conclusion...Pay me $100...then we'll start talking.

Liquid NOcaine.

Saturday night was one of the craziest nights of my life. Maybe it's because I'm lame now and just work all week. Or maybe it's because I can't hold my alcohol anymore. I don't care though, because it always allows for some good times.

I went to the Burlesque show with Nick and some friends. After downing over $200 worth of cocktails and shots, the waitress that had been serving us (she was an old "friend") wanted to take a shot with us. Nick, being an asshat, told her that my favorite shot was Liquid Cocaine. Mind you, I HATE liquid cocaine. It is the one shot that takes me to immediate blackout.

So I took it. As soon as it touched my lips I knew exactly what it was. I woke up the next morning with confetti in my bed (from the show), crusted fries on my sheets, and my cellphone, keys, camera, and dollars thrown throughout my room. I'm not even going to admit my text messages I sent out...

I hate you a little Nick...

...let's do it again next weekend :)

I enjoy you.

I've been having a pretty crapfilled week. Last night, after being ditched by my so called "friends," I decided to venture out anyway. I ended up hanging out with my good friend Liz at a karaoke bar. After eyefucking a guy for a few minutes, Liz was determined to go up to him and start a conversation. Although she was kind of drunk, she was trying to figure out what her "line" would be. See Brandon, girls go through this too :)

Then out of nowhere, Liz says, "Do you think it would be weird if I took a picture of him on my phone?"

Hahahahaha. This was the best ever. I immediately said yes. And assured her that that wasn't the best approach. She then proceeded to "practice" on me of how close she would have to get in order to get a decent picture on her not-so-amazing phone. Mind you, the phone was directly in front of my face, basically touching my nose. No worries Liz, I don't think he would notice that at all!

I needed that. Liz, you are amazing. I heart you.

And this made my day too:
Amy: My dad went to the doctor yesterday. He officially has tennis elbow from playing the Wii.
Me: Are you serious?
Amy: Yeah. And Phoebe [dog] has to have surgery on her legs. I don't really know what the deal is with her legs, but Michelle had an appt yesterday to pick out her senior pictures and my mom made her cancel it because Phoebe had just gotten back from her doctor's appointment. She said, "Michelle...your pictures will be there forever, but Phoebe's legs may not be."




TGIF.

Rude's Chris Steakhouse.

I'm sick of people. Is that weird? Like I really don't have any desire to talk to anyone. I would give anything to disappear for awhile.

Don't be rude. It's mean. Especially if I did you a fucking favor.
Asshat.