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Let it burn.
Thursday, April 21, 2005

I was preheating the oven when my smoke alarm started beeping a couple minutes ago. I looked in the oven and there was a little sausage on fire that fell off the frozen pizza I baked last night. LOL. I was going to reach my bare arm in there to take it out, but I remembered the great oven rack burn of 1998 and thought twice about it. So I put one of those arm-length oven mitts on for protection. It’s really difficult to use tongs when you’re wearing an oven mitt, so it took me a while to get that little b*tch out! And that has been my day so far… and my sister wonders what the hell I do at home by myself haha. Sometimes I blast my iPod and rock out in my panties. Sometimes I take hot showers and fall asleep afterwards (sometimes?). Sometimes I call Edgar and bug him at work. And sometimes I talk to myself. It’s a good thing I’m easily amused. I feel like I should do something productive like go to the gym, but I don’t think my body could handle that kind of strenuous activity right now haha. I think I’ll just take a long, hot shower and take a nap before my night class. Call me if anything’s going on tonight, b*tches!

Down by the beach, BOY-EEE!
Monday, April 18, 2005

I had a SUPER weekend with my SUPER crew, CHIPSET. We spent the weekend in San Juan Capistrano (down by the beach, BOY-EEE!). I would say that it was as fun as our weekend in Big Bear, but I missed a CRUCIAL five hours of fun while Pammie and I stepped out for a family shindig. Skokie waited for me for ten billion hours on Friday while the procrastinator that I am packed my things. I still forgot my shampoo, conditioner, shoes… Me? Forget something? That’s strange… We finally got to San Juan around midnight and stayed up smoking raspberry sheesh and shooting the shit till the a.m. hours on the balcony of our hotel room. I tried to keep it down because everytime I laughed, Edgar would walk up to the sliding door from the inside and just point at me. I’m a loud f*ck! I can’t help it… Meehchelle and I were the only ones up after 4 a.m. and we just whispered to each other on the sofa bed with the collective symphony of snoring in the room as our background music. We kept laughing over things like “beef and steak” and sometimes I’d be laughing so hard that I would involuntarily slap the mattress with my hand or snort when I tried to contain my laughter which would just make us laugh even harder. Out of no where, we’d hear Mayannnnn — Edgar telling me to keep it down again. As soon as Meehchelle and I tried to sleep, Edgar’s parents started frying things on the stove and filling coolers with ice to prepare for their roadtrip to San Francisco at 5:30 in the motherf*cking morning. I contemplated pointing my finger at them and giving them the look through the sliding door, but I didn’t think it would work. There was no way I could sleep through that… All the while, the sun starts coming up and it’s not night time anymore so I just realize that sleep isn’t coming and stare at the ceiling listening to the snoring and the frying and the ice shoveling… Most everyone woke up around 6:30 because of the hoopla and turning-on-of-the-lights that happened when Edgar’s parents left the hotel room. I tried watching Amelie with Meehchelle and Skokie, but started dozing off halfway through it. Everyone else started going back to sleep since it was too early to be up at that ungodly hour on a Saturday (except for Trace and Ed who never woke up in the first place). We all got up again around eleven and headed to Dana Point. It was straight up OC in that biatch. I half expected to see LC and Lo sunbathing in their designer bikinis. Traceface and the boys bodyboarded and skimboarded and some people got bruised buttocks in the process haha. Meehchelle and Rome got their tan on while I spent half the time in the frigid water and the other half playing in the sand. We went back to the hotel mid afternoon to eat and chill while I got ready to go to a family party back home with my sister. Gerald brought the largest bottle of Grey Goose I had ever seen in my life to the hotel. They were already drinking it in the afternoon and the chaos ensued after Pammie and I left that night. Before we left San Diego to drive back up there, I called Edgar to see what was going on. Apparantly, Trace (the girl who can hold her liquor like a 300-pound man) had yakked on her pillow and towel and JULIAN. Gerald drank most of the vodka and was — say it with me, Meehchelle — INEBRIATED as the f*ck (thank you, DARWIN, for making me despise that word like I despise strawberry ice cream). When Pammie and I got back to the hotel, Trace was passed out in the bedroom and Gerald was passed out in the balcony, periodically waking up to yak in the cooler of all places. He ended up taking a two-hour shower, while the rest of the boys and Pammie played poker. I tried watching Oceans 12, but kept falling asleep again. That sofabed is death. People had the munchies at three in the morning, so Pammie and Jay went on a Del Taco run, since that was the only restaurant open (what is UP with this town?). I had a reeeally good sleep that night, so it made up for the lack of sleep on Friday. When I woke up on Sunday, Rome, Julian and Jay had gone back home to SD and the rest of us got our things together to go home, too. We chilled at Errol’s for a bit, played with the cute babies, and I went home to take a superhot and relaxing shower and nap of course (I really need a robe, guys). Later that night, Pammie, Edgar, Errol and I went to Del Mar for the Jason Mraz show and met up with Kristine. Pammie got hit on and didn’t even know it. We met up with Jay and Julian afterwards to eat at Tyler’s and then went to Sycuan to feed our gambling addiction. I’m home now and looking forward to Edgar’s party this weekend. Fun times as always with the CHIPSET (you know how we do!).

Jesus of the Christ.
Friday, April 8, 2005

Last night was an avencha as Mark would say. Pammie, Meehchelle and I decided to try out Amarin Thai, this restaurant that Kelly from work recommended. The three of us should not be allowed to drive alone together! Meehchelle has horrible night vision since her prescription expired during the Clinton regime LOL. She missed the exit, turned around and was thisclose to missing the same exit again… She couldn’t read the street names or the big sign that said DIP haha. I am a TERRIBLE navigator. I told Meehchelle to exit and it was the wrong street. We tried to turn around and ended up at a dead end… So we went back the other way and ended up in North Park… you DO NOT want to be driving through residential North Park in the middle of the night without your gat strapped! I decided that it was a good time to relinquish my navigating duties and gave the directions to Pammie… who just handed them back to me because she can’t read in the car without getting nauseous! Somehow, we finally reached Amarin Thai half an hour before it closed and without any puncture wounds. It was SO worth it. You would think with all our trips to Hillcrest for good eats, we would have gotten there without a hitch, but with my poor navigating skills and Meehchelle’s inability to see at night and Pammie’s refusal to see words while in motion… I guess it just wasn’t in the stars. After dinner, we chilled at The Living Room and went to Errol’s for the standard hookah and poker night. Tonight, we’re going bowling and I think we’re gonna hit up gravity hill so I can see what all the hoo-ha is about (thanks for the invite earlier this week, biatches! haha). For those of you who don’t know about gravity hill in SD, it’s this place in Sorrento Valley. If you park on the left side of the bottom of the hill and put your car in neutral, your car will move backwards UP the hill on its own. There’s this myth that says that there were once train tracks that ran through that road and these children were run over there. It’s been said that the children are pushing your car up the hill so you won’t get run over. I’ve heard that if you put baby powder on the front of your car, you can see the children’s handprints after your car moves up the hill. Jesus of the Christ. I’ve got goose pimples just blogging about it. I’m gonna go now.

Lost in translation.
Saturday, April 2, 2005

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