AFI Begin Transmission - XASYOUWISHX
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I'm feeling so restless...
I start work on Monday and I feel like the clock is counting down. It's kind of like that feeling of dread at the end of summer when you're about to start classes. Even the interviewer told me to "enjoy my last weekend of freedom." I don't know what to do... do I try to enjoy myself or try to get all my things together/figure out my lunches/outfits for the next few days? I can't even hang with J because he needs to study for his exam.
The early hours are going to be so hard to get used to, but I need an early shift to beat the LA traffic. Sitting in an hour+ of traffic would be worse, but I hate getting up hours before the sun rises. Ugh, I'm dreading winter. I hate winter mornings...it's so hard to leave the comforts of a warm bed, it's nighttime dark outside in the mornings, my car windows are covered in dew or frost and my defroster takes ages to work, plus there's fog in the morning (this is what freaks me out the most, a craptacular driver on the 405 freeway in fog?!), add rain to that and I'll be one very grumpy commuter. I suppose I'll get used to it eventually.
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A few pictures of food I've made in the past few months...
Lemon cake.
Pasta and salad. Lunch one day.
Homemade Granola. Made this the night before a picnic, it went great on top of fruit and yogurt.
Red Potato and Green Bean Salad. More picnic food, these were yummy.
I start work on Monday and I feel like the clock is counting down. It's kind of like that feeling of dread at the end of summer when you're about to start classes. Even the interviewer told me to "enjoy my last weekend of freedom." I don't know what to do... do I try to enjoy myself or try to get all my things together/figure out my lunches/outfits for the next few days? I can't even hang with J because he needs to study for his exam.
The early hours are going to be so hard to get used to, but I need an early shift to beat the LA traffic. Sitting in an hour+ of traffic would be worse, but I hate getting up hours before the sun rises. Ugh, I'm dreading winter. I hate winter mornings...it's so hard to leave the comforts of a warm bed, it's nighttime dark outside in the mornings, my car windows are covered in dew or frost and my defroster takes ages to work, plus there's fog in the morning (this is what freaks me out the most, a craptacular driver on the 405 freeway in fog?!), add rain to that and I'll be one very grumpy commuter. I suppose I'll get used to it eventually.
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.
.
A few pictures of food I've made in the past few months...
Lemon cake.
Pasta and salad. Lunch one day.
Homemade Granola. Made this the night before a picnic, it went great on top of fruit and yogurt.
Red Potato and Green Bean Salad. More picnic food, these were yummy.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
YES, I really am that old. NO, I'm not lying to you.
So I'm at the park around 8pm last week, just hanging out with my bf after kicking a soccer ball around for a while when a cop car suddenly pulls up next to us. There are two cops, only the driver is visible though, the other guy's face is hidden in shadows. They have their window down and they don't say anything at first so I say "hello." They want to know if we've seen a guy in a white t-shirt come by. I tell them some kids ran by a few minutes ago and I think one of them may have been wearing white.
Then the guy proceeds to ask how old we are. I really hate this question so I don't answer it right away, I mean, what does he care anyway? But he seems to be expecting an answer so I tell him, "24." He replies back with, "Are you lying to me? Because you don't look 24, you look more like 15." Now I hear the whole you-don't-look-(insert whatever age I am)! thing all the time, and depending on the person who tells me this I either get annoyed or just laugh it off. I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to do the annoyed bit with the cop, so I just laugh and say, "no really, I am. I get that all the time though! But I could show you my ID, it's in the car."
He ignores me and asks my bf's age and then asks us if we have ever been arrested before. "No," we say, and I am getting more and more insulted by the minute but trying hard not to show it. Instead I ask them if what is going on and whether or not we should leave the area/if it's unsafe. He just drives away with a "be safe" though. Ugh.
I'll be 25 next month and people think I'm 15. Haha, he probably thought my bf was a pedophile, because unlike myself, he does look his age. I guess it really didn't help that I had my hair back in a ponytail and was wearing a t-shirt with a mermaid and a scuba diver on it. It's a threadless t-shirt and I swear it's not as lame as it sounds! :[ Ha.
But yeah, I get this age thing ALL the time. I got this today at the dentist! I get it at concerts, and, ugh, I got hit on my some middle school kids when I was like 20! I just feel like I don't get taken seriously because people think I'm still a teenager. It's annoying, but I know it's better than the alternative so I guess I'll look on the bright side and wait for the day when I'm 40 and still passing for late 20s to 30. Whoo.
So I'm at the park around 8pm last week, just hanging out with my bf after kicking a soccer ball around for a while when a cop car suddenly pulls up next to us. There are two cops, only the driver is visible though, the other guy's face is hidden in shadows. They have their window down and they don't say anything at first so I say "hello." They want to know if we've seen a guy in a white t-shirt come by. I tell them some kids ran by a few minutes ago and I think one of them may have been wearing white.
Then the guy proceeds to ask how old we are. I really hate this question so I don't answer it right away, I mean, what does he care anyway? But he seems to be expecting an answer so I tell him, "24." He replies back with, "Are you lying to me? Because you don't look 24, you look more like 15." Now I hear the whole you-don't-look-(insert whatever age I am)! thing all the time, and depending on the person who tells me this I either get annoyed or just laugh it off. I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to do the annoyed bit with the cop, so I just laugh and say, "no really, I am. I get that all the time though! But I could show you my ID, it's in the car."
He ignores me and asks my bf's age and then asks us if we have ever been arrested before. "No," we say, and I am getting more and more insulted by the minute but trying hard not to show it. Instead I ask them if what is going on and whether or not we should leave the area/if it's unsafe. He just drives away with a "be safe" though. Ugh.
I'll be 25 next month and people think I'm 15. Haha, he probably thought my bf was a pedophile, because unlike myself, he does look his age. I guess it really didn't help that I had my hair back in a ponytail and was wearing a t-shirt with a mermaid and a scuba diver on it. It's a threadless t-shirt and I swear it's not as lame as it sounds! :[ Ha.
But yeah, I get this age thing ALL the time. I got this today at the dentist! I get it at concerts, and, ugh, I got hit on my some middle school kids when I was like 20! I just feel like I don't get taken seriously because people think I'm still a teenager. It's annoying, but I know it's better than the alternative so I guess I'll look on the bright side and wait for the day when I'm 40 and still passing for late 20s to 30. Whoo.
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