Wednesday, October 30, 2002 no more bananas severe pains. suffering the aftermath of too many bananas. 5:40 PM

Tuesday, October 29, 2002 dumbass move of the day do not attempt to put a vase full of water on the floor of the passenger seat and then proceed to make a sharp right turn. also, when shopping, dont forget to take the bag of clothes you actually purchased, as not doing so will result in some stranger wearing your new crew neck long sleeve shirt from the gap. 11:15 AM

Tuesday, October 22, 2002 please leave a message after the tone everyone and everything is pissing me off at this moment. i have enough shit to worry about without having to think about other people's dramas. ok, i just needed to vent a little. 12:47 PM

Monday, October 21, 2002 just a thought dinner at chevy's did not agree with me last night. 10:34 AM

Thursday, October 17, 2002 what tickles your boat? i crumpled like a piece of paper. but for good reason. i ended up buying the palm m125 instead of the m500. but i got it at a steal! amazon.com was offering it for $149.99 plus a $25 rebate with the option of picking it up at circuit city that day. that seemed like the best deal to me. but then, i read circuit city's offer: if you find a more competitive price, they will honor that price plus another 10% off, and staples was offering it for $139.99. so i actually got it for $138-$25=$113.00. as opposed to the $184.99 that i was going to spend for the m500. does anyone want to buy me the dictionary/thesaurus pack? these accessories are freaking expensive. and i am not allowed to buy anything until next month. which i can now keep track off on my handy palm pilot. tee-hee. i'm satisfied with my purchase, although michelle and james were very disappointed that i succumbed to another useless purchase that will probably end up on the same shelf as my abslider, my 50 unused journals and my 'escape your shape' videos. and by the way, i had the weirdest dream that justin timberlake refused to sing for the pope because he felt like he would be selling out. my dreams have been odder than usual lately. 1:04 PM

Monday, October 14, 2002 insomnia strikes again this always happens. i havent slept this whole weekend. friday night i fell asleep at 4am and woke up at 9:30 am. saturday night i fell asleep at 4 am and woke up at 7:30 am. i had three to five hours of sleep. one would think that i would be tired, but no...my body wants to be all retarded about it and keep me up at 3:19 am when i should be dead asleep. it decides to get tired around 6:30 when i am driving home and operating heavy machinery. because of this, i was forced to watch the home shopping network and now i want a palm pilot. great, more crap that i want but dont need. oh, i visited the clubhouse on thursday night. on the whole, the experience was quite fattening. it seems that whenever i am in the vicinity of michelle's kitchen, i feel the need to pig out. we ended up going to stop and shop to pick up snacks because slowpoke took too long to call the pizzeria. my craving for lime flavored tositos and salsa were a deciding factor in my purchase that night. as well as a microwavable pizza, because someone had ingrained that idea in my head earlier in the night. and then we had tang. i love tang. that is all. today james and i went to the last vw car show for the year. and again, contrary to popular belief, i had fun. regardless of the fact that it was drizzing for most of the morning and that it was cold. and that i was spending my sunday afternoon inhaling exhaust fumes and deafening my ears because everyone and their mothers wanted to play nelly and kelly's "dilemma" at full volume on their radios at the same time. it boggles my mind how chicas can walk around a car show in drizzling 50 degree weather with denim mini-skirts, hooker boots, and skimpy leopard-printed frou-frou tops with big-winged slit sleeves and floppy j.lo hats and still be comfortable. i sat there watching james clean the exterior of this car in the rain. and i though to myself, "um, hello. its raining. what are you trying to accomplish?" but i know that everyone is cleaning their car in the rain because that's what kind of freaks we are dealing with. anyhow, as i am sitting there soaking in my surroundings, i notice that all the girlfriends of the cars around us are being useful and scrubbing and polishing and waxing and whatnot. so i begin to feel bad. like i am neglecting some sort of time-old girlfriend car tradition. from this new found guilt, i find meaning and purpose for my presence. so as james scrubbed away at the filthy exhaust, i called out to him (because i was a little more than arm's length away, sitting on a chair). he turned around and i lifted up my right foot and pointed to a section of the car and said, "you missed that spot." arg. i need to go to sleep. its 49 degrees outside right now. 3:42 AM

Sunday, October 13, 2002 little kids are just mean saturday afternoon was myra's bridal shower and i spent the majority of the time looking after my goddaughter. she's two and 1/4 years old and has quite a vocabulary for someone so young. i showed her the view overlooking edgewater and she was fascinated by the boats. she would tug at me and say, "ninang, the boats! the boats!" and i would carry her to the window because she was too short to see it herself. the whole time we were there, she was so sweet -- kissing me and telling me she loved me. it was too adorable. afterwards, joyce and i decided to go to old navy in edgewater to shop for brianna's fall clothes. joyce had warned me previously that she could not shop with her daughter. its only now that i understand why. as soon as we got into the store, brianna wanted to do her own thing. she was looking at clothes she liked. at one point, joyce had left for another section of the store and i tried to lift brianna up to take her but she wouldnt go. "NO," she replied, as she continued to play with the tags on the leopard-printed fleece coats (yuk). I said, as nicely as i could, "come on, nana, your mom left. you have to come with me." and then she goes, "i dont even like you." oh no she didnt. not this girl, who i had given a whole afternoon's worth of attention to. not the girl who claimed she loved her ninang. and then, in a desperate attempt to reclaim some sort of dignity (although i think it had the opposite affect) i asked, "but nana, i showed you the boats. and the fishies in the water." and she replies back, nonchalantly, "so? i dont care. sorry." the inflections in her voice and just the way she said the word sorry made me think she maliciously intended to hurt me and by saying those words, she knew she could. she's freaking two years old. unbelievable. 7:18 PM

Thursday, October 10, 2002 i've got chili fever i'm burning my tongue and my nose is dripping from the chili that i cant get enough of. the first time i had chili was in georgia with james. they didnt give him a spoon, so he created this makeshift concoction with the lid...i ended up drinking it like soda. monday night austria takes me to wendy's which is weird because he and i were both craving chili. the next day, what do you think i had for lunch? last night for dinner, james and i went to some bbq/ribs restaurant and what did i order? and today, after the post office, i decided to make a run to wendy's for some chili. i always do this. when i find something new and different, i'll consume all my time and energy in it until i vomit. this includes, but is not exclusive to: crushes, boyfriends, various types of cheeses, new england clam chowder, reading blogs, drinking lemons and soy sauce, dipping vinegar in various foods...etc. the big tub of chili's at wendy's has 300 calories in it. i guess that's alot for soup. and that's without the cheese. my boycott of sunny doodles is all for naught because its been replaced for something just as fatty, if not fattier. ps. i want to go apple picking. i havent gone since the fourth grade, and i'd like to welcome the fall season in this way. 5:29 PM

Tuesday, October 08, 2002 please bring your number two pencils my editing/grammatical have been put to the test. one of the companies i applied to about a month ago, and have subsequently forgotten, has found some sort of interest in my resume. the lady called at 8freaking30 in the morning to let me know that they would be sending an "editorial test." cool, i thought, take-home exam. havent done one of these since college. this should be fun. i had to take crash course in copyediting/proofreading marks. just because i dont take care of all the little grammatical errors/spelling on these entries doesnt mean i dont know how. it just means i'm lazy. alrighty, i just wanted to let you know that i am alive. oh, and austria...i do owe you ten dollars. best ten bucks i ever lost, though. 4:18 PM

Tuesday, October 01, 2002 patio is three syllables in english but only two in spanish i dont like the taste of coke anymore. pepsi does taste better. or is that my penchant for britney spears acting up again? i saw spirited away last night. dragged james to go see it...i think he wanted to watch sweet home alabama. so did i, but i also wanted to avoid the whole amelie debacle, so i decided to watch the limited release movie first...just in case it wouldnt be out for very long. heard nothing but good things about this movie. would it be close-minded and uncreative of me to say that i expected more from this movie. i feel a coup stirring up from anime fans across the globe. not to say this wasnt a good movie. but from all the things i heard about it, i was expecting amelie times three. i think that's where i went wrong. shouldnt have listened to too many reviews. i dont really know what i was expecting besides some great new fresh vision of creative filmmaking and writing. it came one notch below that. still, i think you should watch it. it is very good. i should just stop relying on media forms to fill some sort of creative void in my life. the animators should have gave chihiro a bookbag. that's my biggest complaint. one thing the movie did do...i have this craving for soipoa now. so much so that i made my mom go out and get me some from chinatown. oh the sacrifices parents make for the sake of unconditional love for their child. the time is ticking on my employment clock. i believe if neither of the last two jobs i applied for call me back, i will be forced to submit to one of two of mater's ultimatums: 1. go and work as a full time indentured slave for pater and go back to school. for what, do you ask? anything. a masters degree in anything. apparently a college degree is not good enough for this woman. not to say that i wouldnt benefit from a masters or that i do not want one. on the contrary, i love school. but what is the point of spending thousands of dollars of your parents money to go back to school when you dont know what you want to study. i already did that. 2. work at my aunts job where they have openings. openings for what...i dont know. what does the job entail? gee, i dont really know. what would i do? beats me. oh, and birthday season has started. after a summer sabbatical of non-birthdays, a whole slew of them just popped up out of nowhere. birthday dinners and presents and parties til april. oh boy. 2:14 PM