I don’t care if it’s not monday or even sunday yet, anyone else a little disappointed with the DaVinci code movie? I didn’t like how they changed the little details at the end, and, for me, reading the book and imagining all the scenes in my head was much more entertaining than watching the movie.

I hated this book. Maybe it’s because it falls under the “chick-lit” category and I don’t want anyone to know that I actually (gasp!) read and liked one of those books? Yeah, no… Bridget Jones’ Diary kinda falls under the ‘chick-lit’ category, and I liked that one. Maybe because Bridget was amusing and Andrea, the main character in Devil Wears Prada, is not. Anyway, here’s what I wrote as I was reading it:

6PM
Right now, I am not impressed. I’m halfway through the book and so far:

a) Boss makes her assistant do crazy things and is practically impossible to please. Boss gets away with this b/c she’s supposedly the most important woman in fashion. Pfft. Please…

b) Assistant has no time for boyfriend and friend b/c of demanding job.

c) Assistant “gets back” at boss by doing things like ordering extra coffees at Starbucks and giving them to the homeless.

d) Fashion references, fashion references, fashion references.
The main character also calls the fourth HP book wretched (Actually, she calls the whole series “wretched”), and that’s just unacceptable.

8PM
I can’t believe I did this, but I just skipped more than 100 pages, read the last few chapters of the book, and still got the gist of everything that went on. It’s like the 100 pages didn’t even need to be there! Thank god that I still have the receipt.

Rating: 1/5

This is going to sound strange, but it’s been a while since I’ve laughed a good laugh. One of those crazy, “it’s not funny, but it totally is”, my-stomach-muscles-are-in-pain laughs. I believe the last good laugh I had was when I found out that Keith Richards fell out of a palm tree. Totally not funny because I think he had some serious injury, but extremely funny because… Keith Richards fell out of a palm tree.

Sigh. Know of any good jokes / funny sites?

Me: dude, there is nothing open (food-wise). i need you to cook salmon burgers for me!!!!
Leila: is that all I am good for?
Leila: lol
Me: lol that and housing
Me: i love you!!

Some of you might not know (or might know) that I can’t cook. I mean, I can physically do the work, follow the recipes, but do I want to do it? Not really. If they ever come out with anything that resembles those pills in The Fifth Element (the ones where she puts the pills into the bowl, pushes a button on the microwave, and a cooked chicken appears), I will be in heaven.

So, I moved into my apartment for summer school yesterday. Since I left home, all I’ve had to eat and drink are oatmeal raisin cookies and Propel. I have tuna, but no mayo. I don’t usually eat the tuna without the mayo because it kind of makes me gag. Actually, sometimes I feel like gagging when I have mayo too. I don’t know why I keep buying tuna if it disagrees with my stomach 45% of the time. (It’s because I totally want to die of mercury poisoning. It’s the new, hip way to kick the bucket.)
Anyway, my roommate and her boyfriend are cooking something that smells very delicious, my stomach is rumbling, and all I’ve got are cans of tuna, avocados that aren’t ripe yet, bread, and oatmeal cookies.

This is my favorite picture of my mom. It reminds me of this face she made in the mirror after putting on her makeup in the bathroom. She didn’t smile like the she is in this photo, but her head would turn the same way and her eyes had that same look.

She’s about 23 years old in this picture. This was probably taken in my parents’ hometown, a few days before or after she married my dad. (1982) After a while, my dad went back to New Jersey, petitioned for her to come to the United States, and then she moved here in 1984.I wanted to write a funny story about me and my mom, but I find that certain memories of things we did together are fading. The things I remember the most are certain mannerisms and, of course, all the “mean” things she’d say to me that are actually very useful. DON’T FORGET YOUR KEYS. DON’T WALK AROUND BAREFOOT. YOUR FEET WILL LOOK LIKE MINE. MAKE SURE THE DISHES ARE CLEAN. THIS ROOM IS DISGUSTING! WOULD YOU SHOW THIS ROOM TO YOUR FRIENDS? LOOK AT YOUR LIPS, THEY’RE CHAPPED. WHERE’S YOUR CHAPSTICK? DON’T GO OUT LOOKING LIKE THAT! YOU LOOK GROSS.

I think my mom would find it funny that that’s what I remember the most. She’d probably say in her Filipino accent, “Good! You remember, but you don’t do it! Look at your room! Still messy!”

… mothers.

I am so sick of this layout. I have a new one planned. If you were reading this site around 10 – 12:30AM, you probably got a preview of it. I can’t get the javascript to work. It works in my other wordpress blog. I can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong and I don’t have the energy or patience to look for it now.

So since I last wrote in this thing…
a) I handed in my art stuff.
b) I took my genocide, war crimes, and law final exam. I guess it wasn’t as awful as I thought because it brought my grade up to a B.
c) I watched ANTM, LOST, and Tristan & Isolde with the roommates. OH MY GOD. TOTALLY DIDN’T SEE THAT LOST EPISODE ENDING COMING! I wonder what happened to Michael out there.
d) Packing sucks when you can’t breathe that well because of allergies.
e) Two days after being home, I snapped at my dad because he kept telling me about the gas prices and how life is going to be hard when I’m older and how i’ve got to learn how to cook because I won’t be able to feed my future family and blah blah blah. Yeah, I get it.
f) Graduation was on Sunday.

the two graduates are on the right.
g) The concerts this year have a theme. Artists I would never, ever see and artists that I’ve been wanting to see for a while. I bought my roommate (the girl wearing the skirt) tickets to see Kelly Clarkson in the beginning of July for her graduation present and I’m seeing the Black Crowes at the end of July. If this trend continues, I think the best way to end the year would be to see the Stones and GWAR. Not together, of course. Er… yeah, totally kidding about gwar. Could you imagine me at a GWAR concert?!

i think the only way i’d get the courage to go is if i got really drunk before and it was some spontaneous thing.
h) I got my grades and I think I made Dean’s List this semester. (Go me, I guess? Maybe I can graduate with program distinction.)
i) … I can’t believe I just photoshopped myself into a picture of GWAR. I think it’s time to end this and go to bed.