Before I begin, I would like to send a special shout out to my father for helping me move a lot of my stuff from San Diego to Ventura. I would also like to acknowledge my friends mother in Santa Paula (you know who you are) for being one of my most loyal readers of which I am not related by blood. Without her nagging this post would not be done yet. Okay, lets get started.
I have decided to assign names to all the people involved in My most recent adventure. These will not be their actual names of course.
Name Key:
brother : Don
sister: Sandy
brother's girlfriend: Taren
Mother: Mom
Father: Dad
sister # 2 (who has not been introduced yet, but will be soon) Alyssa
sister # 2's husband ( also not yet introduced) Beau . . . not to be confused with Bo, a friend from an earlier post.
Grandpa : Grandpa
Okay, so lets get started. Last time on My most recent adventure I had just barfed into a plastic bag from K-Mart. Good thing I hadn't decided to go green and skip the bag! We were on our way to have dinner with Taren's parents. My dad offered to take me back to the hotel, but I didn't want to be rude so I toughed it out. I knew the Excedrine Migraine would start working in 15 minutes (at least according to their commercials), so I just had to make it that long.
When we arrived, everyone else was already there. I guess none of them had to stop at K-Mart, nor did they barf along the way. We were eating at a place called Famous Daves. I would tell you if it was good or not, but I didn't eat anything. I would have, but I was afraid I would have to see it again . . . if you know what I mean.
The dinner was lovely, there were no awkward pauses, or offensive comments made on accident. I, of course, made a few sarcastic comments (which sort of goes without saying), but Taren would quickly assure her parents that they were just jokes. We stayed there talking for quite sometime before we realized that we were the last ones in the restaurant and all the people working there were glaring at us to get the hell out so they could go home.
But we weren't ready to let the night end. After all, we were having such a great time. So we all decided to take a walk around Downtown Naperville. The walk didn't last long, apparently downtown Naperville is really just a block of Bars and restaurants, as well as a construction site. It was a nice walk though, and the night with 2 completely different families seemed to go off without a hitch.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the Excedrine Migraine had done it's job, and I felt great the rest of that night!
After our exciting night with Taren's family, we all went to our seperate hotels. We had to get some sleep before our long drive to Carmel Indiana the next day.
I slept like a baby that night . . . literally . . . thumb in my mouth, blankie by my nose, and crying every couple hours. Okay, that's not true at all, but I did sleep really well.
The next morning I awoke to the phone ringing at 7:30 am. It was our wake up call. I really didn't want to get out of bed right then so I laid there for another half an hour going in and out of sleep. My sister Sandy didn't get out of bed either, but that's nothing out of the ordinary.
For fear of being late, I forced myself to get out of bed and take a shower. Taren and Don said they were going to try and be there at 9:30. It doesn't take me that long to get ready, but I prefer to let my hair dry for about an hour before I slather it with gel and hairspray. Also, I needed to get my redbull (which luckily they sold in the lobby). I knew if I waited and drank it in the car, I would have to pee real bad an hour into the 3 and 1/2 hour drive. I didn't want to be the one to make us stop.
Taren and Don were late as usual. Taren's the type that will never be on time. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was late to her own wedding ( don't let this example confuse you, Taren and Don are not engaged, and they don't want to be bothered about it either so just leave them alone!) . Anyway, by the time we left it was already 10:15. However, because we were going to Indiana it was actually 11:15. We needed to be there by 3 o'clock so everyone could shower and get ready for my cousins wedding at 6pm. Did I mention that was the whole point of this trip. Well, it was.
I would like to take the time to mention that my cousin who was getting married that day is a year younger than me. It is important that you know I am not bitter about the fact that she got married before me as well as finished school before me. None of this matters in the big picture because when it comes right down to it, our grandpa will always like me better. In fact, I'm sort of his hero. Now, back to the story . . .
After 3 and 1/2 hours of drivng, we had arrived. Carmel Indiana is the kind of place people dream about . . . beautiful houses with white picket fences, and beautiful green lawns. However, the dream quickly turns into a nightmare when you realize you are in Indiana, and the most exciting city is equivilent to . . . well, a really boring city. I would only recommend visiting this state as a means to get to another state close by, but if you can avoid driving through it, you should.
My parents, my other sister (Alyssa), and her husband (Beau) were already there. Unfortunately, Beau had aquired food poisening from some sort of Mexican food the night before. He felt terrible and was in his hotel room sleeping . . . or possibly puking. My parents and Alyssa were in the lobby eating lunch. Sandy checked us into the hotel and we went up to our room to get ready. We had two rooms. I was in the one with Alyssa and Beau, and Sandy was in the one with Don and Taren.
I had to get ready in the room with Don, Taren, and Sandy so I wouldn't disturb Beau. Time was dwindeling, but I was of course, the first to be ready. After all, it doesn't take much to make me look beautiful. I wore a black dress that belonged to my sister Alyssa. I'm not going to lie, I looked pretty hot. My sisters insisted on doing my hair, but we ran out of time, so I just did it myself. I think it looked great . . . although others would probably disagree.
When we were all ready we looked pretty sharp! My sister Sandy looked a little shocking though. Let's just say you could see a little too much of her upper body. It was a dress appropriate for working at an "escort" service.
At 5:15 we headed for the wedding. It was a beautiful day for getting married outside.
Stay tuned to hear about a wild wedding, a terrifying drive back to Chicago, and a crazy thunderstorm.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
My most recent adventure part 2
When we last left off I was falling asleep on my brothers couch, it was almost as good as staying in a 1 star hotel! I woke up feeling sore and the opposite of well rested, but at least I didn't have to sleep in an underground parking garage like many Chicago natives do.
It's Friday now, and the beginning of my second full day in Illinois. I didn't know it then, but my decision to not buy a redbull that morning would have serious repercussions later that day.
My brother had the day off so we had plans, BIG plans! After we all showered. . . which took forever . . . we headed for Michigan avenue, the hippest place to be in Chicago. If you've never been there, well then, you haven't truly lived! Okay, it's not that great, but it is the talk of the town!
It was a hot muggy day and after about 5 minutes of walking, I needed another shower. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option, I had a city to see, and a limited amount of time to see it in!
Michigan avenue is basically a really crowded street with lots of stores and landmarks. We saw the Chicago tribune building, the famous Water Tower, and the Sears Tower might have been in there somewhere, but it could also be somewhere else entirely. We stopped at the mall for a short time where my sister bought some things and I averted my eyes from anything I might possibly want to buy because I am currently broke. It was fun!
For lunch my sister wanted a hot dog, a real city hot dog! Which is strange because I do recall her saying she would never eat a hot dog again after hearing about what they were made of in freshman Health. Nevertheless my brother guided us to some famous hot dog place called Portillo's. We got 2 hot dogs with the works : relish, tomatoes, onions, mustard, peppers, and a pickle spear. My sister thought it was wonderful, but I just thought it was okay. We also got an order of French Fries that were out of this world!
Our next stop was the river. My sister and I were going to take a boat tour! After a quick stop at my brother's girlfriends office we were on our way. We ended up taking an architectual / Michigan Lake tour. We learned all about the history of several buildings. For instance, did you know that inside the Sears Tower there is no Sears at all! Just kidding, it is a really tall building though. We also learned about the Great Chicago fire of 1871. Everything burned except for the Water Tower because everything was made of wood. The entire city was gone, they had to start from scratch!
During the boat tour, I began getting a headache. My lack of redbull was starting to take its toll on me and that was only the beginning. I thought I could nip it in the bud by getting a red bull on our way back to the condo, but the damage had already been done!
When we got back to the condo it was time to pack up our stuff again and head to Lisle, Illinois. My headache was getting bad, real bad! But we had to go, we were having a very important dinner that night. A very important dinner indeed!
We took the train to Lisle, and my sister and I checked into our hotel room while my brother and his girlfriend went to her parents house. My headache had turned to migraine now. I knew only one thing would help . . . Excedrine Migraine! Also known as "the miracle drug". My parents picked up my sister and I and I made them stop at a K-Mart so I could get my precious pills. Each moment without it in my blood stream was hell on earth. I felt like I was going to barf and my head was pounding!
When we arrived at K-Mart I ran inside, I was desperate for it. I pushed over anyone who got in my way, old people, small children, I didn't care I needed the drugs! All the while I was screaming where is it! Where is it! No one knew what I was talking about so it was up to me to find it. Once I had the pills in my hand I rushed to the checkout lane, the pills were almost mine! I paid and left. Now all I had to do was open the box, open the bottle, pull off the damn seal and swallow!
When I got into the car I couldn't open them fast enough, but my urge to vomit was getting worse. I paused for a minute, I didn't want to take one only to barf it up three seconds later. After a few moments I took one. Oh NO! I had swallowed to soon . . . it was too late now! I was going to barf.
Luckily they gave me a plastic bag for my purchase. I emptied the bag as quickly as possible throwing everything in it across the car, and then it happened. I vomited. Into a plastic bag.
I was surprised I vomited, I've had many migraines before where I felt as though I would barf, but never actually did. Afterwards I didn't feel any better, my head still felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately, I think I was done barfing. So I took two more Excedrine Migraine.
I will leave off there. Stay tuned to hear about the Important dinner, a wild time in Indiana, and a long drive that will blow your mind!
It's Friday now, and the beginning of my second full day in Illinois. I didn't know it then, but my decision to not buy a redbull that morning would have serious repercussions later that day.
My brother had the day off so we had plans, BIG plans! After we all showered. . . which took forever . . . we headed for Michigan avenue, the hippest place to be in Chicago. If you've never been there, well then, you haven't truly lived! Okay, it's not that great, but it is the talk of the town!
It was a hot muggy day and after about 5 minutes of walking, I needed another shower. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option, I had a city to see, and a limited amount of time to see it in!
Michigan avenue is basically a really crowded street with lots of stores and landmarks. We saw the Chicago tribune building, the famous Water Tower, and the Sears Tower might have been in there somewhere, but it could also be somewhere else entirely. We stopped at the mall for a short time where my sister bought some things and I averted my eyes from anything I might possibly want to buy because I am currently broke. It was fun!
For lunch my sister wanted a hot dog, a real city hot dog! Which is strange because I do recall her saying she would never eat a hot dog again after hearing about what they were made of in freshman Health. Nevertheless my brother guided us to some famous hot dog place called Portillo's. We got 2 hot dogs with the works : relish, tomatoes, onions, mustard, peppers, and a pickle spear. My sister thought it was wonderful, but I just thought it was okay. We also got an order of French Fries that were out of this world!
Our next stop was the river. My sister and I were going to take a boat tour! After a quick stop at my brother's girlfriends office we were on our way. We ended up taking an architectual / Michigan Lake tour. We learned all about the history of several buildings. For instance, did you know that inside the Sears Tower there is no Sears at all! Just kidding, it is a really tall building though. We also learned about the Great Chicago fire of 1871. Everything burned except for the Water Tower because everything was made of wood. The entire city was gone, they had to start from scratch!
During the boat tour, I began getting a headache. My lack of redbull was starting to take its toll on me and that was only the beginning. I thought I could nip it in the bud by getting a red bull on our way back to the condo, but the damage had already been done!
When we got back to the condo it was time to pack up our stuff again and head to Lisle, Illinois. My headache was getting bad, real bad! But we had to go, we were having a very important dinner that night. A very important dinner indeed!
We took the train to Lisle, and my sister and I checked into our hotel room while my brother and his girlfriend went to her parents house. My headache had turned to migraine now. I knew only one thing would help . . . Excedrine Migraine! Also known as "the miracle drug". My parents picked up my sister and I and I made them stop at a K-Mart so I could get my precious pills. Each moment without it in my blood stream was hell on earth. I felt like I was going to barf and my head was pounding!
When we arrived at K-Mart I ran inside, I was desperate for it. I pushed over anyone who got in my way, old people, small children, I didn't care I needed the drugs! All the while I was screaming where is it! Where is it! No one knew what I was talking about so it was up to me to find it. Once I had the pills in my hand I rushed to the checkout lane, the pills were almost mine! I paid and left. Now all I had to do was open the box, open the bottle, pull off the damn seal and swallow!
When I got into the car I couldn't open them fast enough, but my urge to vomit was getting worse. I paused for a minute, I didn't want to take one only to barf it up three seconds later. After a few moments I took one. Oh NO! I had swallowed to soon . . . it was too late now! I was going to barf.
Luckily they gave me a plastic bag for my purchase. I emptied the bag as quickly as possible throwing everything in it across the car, and then it happened. I vomited. Into a plastic bag.
I was surprised I vomited, I've had many migraines before where I felt as though I would barf, but never actually did. Afterwards I didn't feel any better, my head still felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately, I think I was done barfing. So I took two more Excedrine Migraine.
I will leave off there. Stay tuned to hear about the Important dinner, a wild time in Indiana, and a long drive that will blow your mind!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My most recent Adventure Part 1
This last month I have been to Bakersfield, San Francisco, and most recently, Chicago, Lisle Illinois, and Carmel Indiana.
My adventure begins on an evening flight to Midway airport. I had never drank alcohol on a plane before, but I felt that 4 hours was too long to be stuck in a cramped and smelly airplane sober. So I ordered a vodka sprite. I hadn't eaten much that day so it hit me quick, which is what I was going for. My sister was also on the plane with me and drinking as well. Before we knew it we were having a great time! We both had are headphones on, so we would write each other notes on my notebook. We each danced to our own music while playing Character Hangman.
What is character hangman you ask? Well, it's similar to regular hangman EXCEPT instead of stick figures we drew various characters such as a cowboy, a clown, a cat and much much more! I have the drawings if anyone ever wants to see them.
When we arrived in Chicago it was 1 am (central time) and we went to go meet our parents who were waiting for us as well as grab our bags. Unfortunately my sister had discovered her wallet was missing from her purse. If you've ever landed at Midway airport you probably already know their runways aren't very long so they slam on the brakes much harder than usual. We are guessing it fell out then.
After about an hour, the wallet was found and returned minus 40 dollars in cash, but that was a small price to pay for having an ID to get back to California.
We finally got to The Hotel Monaco, the first of many hotels we stayed in, at about 3 a.m. and we were in bed by 4. This gave us about eight hours to sleep, shower, and get the hell out of there by our check out time. Our room number was 1408 which I thought was a little creepy, but no one else really seemed to care. Luckily nothing scary happened during our stay. . . unless you count sleeping in the same room with my snoring parents.
Later that day we had lunch with my brother at a classy little joint you may know as Arby's. The meal was delicious which sort of goes without saying, and catching up with my big bro was all right too. Unfortunately he had a limited amount of time because he had to get back to work. So my family (minus 1 sister, and the only brother) and I trudged back to my brothers condo. Then my parents went to Naperville, a city where the hotels are cheaper and theres a lot less to do.
My sister and I were staying at the condo that night. When my brother returned from work he gave us the grand tour. This took less than a minute because the condo is similar to the size of a large walk in closet. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but it's pretty small. However, the view is amazing! You can see the river, the Hancock building, and several other tall buildings that aren't as important.
At around 7 in the evening we went to dinner with my brother and his girlfriend where we dined on slices of salami, some sort of green leaves, and thin crust pizza. It was pretty fancy shmancy for my taste.
We were then deserted by my brother and his girlfriend because they had better things to do than show us around the city. After all wasn't their presence at dinner enough? They said we were lucky to spend any time with them at all and quickly walked away as though we were hideous monsters they couldn't stand to look at anymore.
JUST KIDDING! Actually my brother's very sweet girlfriend had purchased tickets to a concert for my brother. It was for one of his favorite bands. Isn't that precious? Yes, yes it is.
My sister and I used our time away from them to take in a movie. We saw "Step Brothers" which I highly DON'T recommend! If you've seen the previews, you've seen all the funny parts. . . only the previews make them seem funnier than they actually are. I'm just glad my parents weren't there . . . it would have been really awkward.
When we got back to the condo my brother and his girlfriend had already returned. They said they really missed us, so they left the concert early. . . or something like that. We stayed up talking for a little while before hitting the sack. I slept on the couch and my sister slept on an air mattress. We could have shared the air mattress but I have personal space issues.
If you enjoyed reading about my most recent adventure part one, stay tuned for parts 2, 3, and possibly 4. I have a lot to cover and it only gets more exciting from here!
My adventure begins on an evening flight to Midway airport. I had never drank alcohol on a plane before, but I felt that 4 hours was too long to be stuck in a cramped and smelly airplane sober. So I ordered a vodka sprite. I hadn't eaten much that day so it hit me quick, which is what I was going for. My sister was also on the plane with me and drinking as well. Before we knew it we were having a great time! We both had are headphones on, so we would write each other notes on my notebook. We each danced to our own music while playing Character Hangman.
What is character hangman you ask? Well, it's similar to regular hangman EXCEPT instead of stick figures we drew various characters such as a cowboy, a clown, a cat and much much more! I have the drawings if anyone ever wants to see them.
When we arrived in Chicago it was 1 am (central time) and we went to go meet our parents who were waiting for us as well as grab our bags. Unfortunately my sister had discovered her wallet was missing from her purse. If you've ever landed at Midway airport you probably already know their runways aren't very long so they slam on the brakes much harder than usual. We are guessing it fell out then.
After about an hour, the wallet was found and returned minus 40 dollars in cash, but that was a small price to pay for having an ID to get back to California.
We finally got to The Hotel Monaco, the first of many hotels we stayed in, at about 3 a.m. and we were in bed by 4. This gave us about eight hours to sleep, shower, and get the hell out of there by our check out time. Our room number was 1408 which I thought was a little creepy, but no one else really seemed to care. Luckily nothing scary happened during our stay. . . unless you count sleeping in the same room with my snoring parents.
Later that day we had lunch with my brother at a classy little joint you may know as Arby's. The meal was delicious which sort of goes without saying, and catching up with my big bro was all right too. Unfortunately he had a limited amount of time because he had to get back to work. So my family (minus 1 sister, and the only brother) and I trudged back to my brothers condo. Then my parents went to Naperville, a city where the hotels are cheaper and theres a lot less to do.
My sister and I were staying at the condo that night. When my brother returned from work he gave us the grand tour. This took less than a minute because the condo is similar to the size of a large walk in closet. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but it's pretty small. However, the view is amazing! You can see the river, the Hancock building, and several other tall buildings that aren't as important.
At around 7 in the evening we went to dinner with my brother and his girlfriend where we dined on slices of salami, some sort of green leaves, and thin crust pizza. It was pretty fancy shmancy for my taste.
We were then deserted by my brother and his girlfriend because they had better things to do than show us around the city. After all wasn't their presence at dinner enough? They said we were lucky to spend any time with them at all and quickly walked away as though we were hideous monsters they couldn't stand to look at anymore.
JUST KIDDING! Actually my brother's very sweet girlfriend had purchased tickets to a concert for my brother. It was for one of his favorite bands. Isn't that precious? Yes, yes it is.
My sister and I used our time away from them to take in a movie. We saw "Step Brothers" which I highly DON'T recommend! If you've seen the previews, you've seen all the funny parts. . . only the previews make them seem funnier than they actually are. I'm just glad my parents weren't there . . . it would have been really awkward.
When we got back to the condo my brother and his girlfriend had already returned. They said they really missed us, so they left the concert early. . . or something like that. We stayed up talking for a little while before hitting the sack. I slept on the couch and my sister slept on an air mattress. We could have shared the air mattress but I have personal space issues.
If you enjoyed reading about my most recent adventure part one, stay tuned for parts 2, 3, and possibly 4. I have a lot to cover and it only gets more exciting from here!
Friday, July 25, 2008
My SF Experience
I left for San Francisco on Sunday morning at 6:15 am. I didn't have any trouble waking up that morning because I didn't sleep a wink that night. This was partially from excitement, partially from stress, but there are also other factors I'd rather not mention at this time.
When I got to the airport my flight had been delayed 40 minutes. No big deal right? WRONG! I had forgotten how much I hate airports and all the people traveling within them. It might have been okay, had I brought something to do, but I didn't.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally arrived at about 10:30 am. My friends (I'll call them Bo and Anna) picked me up and we headed straight for the wharf. On the way, Bo was quite the tourguide, but for all I know everything he said could have been made up.
My first impressions of the city were that it's messy, and squishy. I don't understand why these people refuse to paint the outside of their houses! Pastel is no longer in style, and I think the rest of America needs to tell them that!
The Wharf was not what I expected it to be at all. I expected it to be a lot smaller, and shorter. It is still a really cool place though. Anna says the best part about working on the Wharf is watching all the Tourists.
We had lunch at a seafood restaurant because Anna was against Bo's first choice. I ordered a burger, I know it's not seafood, but I like to think of cows as the Whales of the land. Bo got fish and chips and after going back and forth between several options Anna finally picked a bread bowl with a crab like soup in it. None of us were very impressed with our food, but Anna hated hers. The crab in her soup still had the shell on it, so she spent most of the meal getting it out. By the time she was done it no longer looked appetizing and her hands were covered in ickiness (yeah I said ickiness), so she left the restaurant dissappointed and hungry. The moral of this story is " Never pick your second choice, and never EVER disagree with Bo, because you will never hear the end of it . . . from me, not Bo."
I won't bore you with every tiny detail of my trip, but some of the highlights include: seeing Batman in Imax, almost getting an apartment, getting pedicures, eating at Bennihana, seeing the city at night, and a dinner at CPK that I will never forget.
All in all it was a good trip, and I hope we get an apartment soon so I can move A.S.A.P.
When I got to the airport my flight had been delayed 40 minutes. No big deal right? WRONG! I had forgotten how much I hate airports and all the people traveling within them. It might have been okay, had I brought something to do, but I didn't.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally arrived at about 10:30 am. My friends (I'll call them Bo and Anna) picked me up and we headed straight for the wharf. On the way, Bo was quite the tourguide, but for all I know everything he said could have been made up.
My first impressions of the city were that it's messy, and squishy. I don't understand why these people refuse to paint the outside of their houses! Pastel is no longer in style, and I think the rest of America needs to tell them that!
The Wharf was not what I expected it to be at all. I expected it to be a lot smaller, and shorter. It is still a really cool place though. Anna says the best part about working on the Wharf is watching all the Tourists.
We had lunch at a seafood restaurant because Anna was against Bo's first choice. I ordered a burger, I know it's not seafood, but I like to think of cows as the Whales of the land. Bo got fish and chips and after going back and forth between several options Anna finally picked a bread bowl with a crab like soup in it. None of us were very impressed with our food, but Anna hated hers. The crab in her soup still had the shell on it, so she spent most of the meal getting it out. By the time she was done it no longer looked appetizing and her hands were covered in ickiness (yeah I said ickiness), so she left the restaurant dissappointed and hungry. The moral of this story is " Never pick your second choice, and never EVER disagree with Bo, because you will never hear the end of it . . . from me, not Bo."
I won't bore you with every tiny detail of my trip, but some of the highlights include: seeing Batman in Imax, almost getting an apartment, getting pedicures, eating at Bennihana, seeing the city at night, and a dinner at CPK that I will never forget.
All in all it was a good trip, and I hope we get an apartment soon so I can move A.S.A.P.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Wahoo!
Tomorrow I leave for San Francisco! I'm not moving tomorrow, but I'm going for a visit and I am super excited. Plans for fun during my visit are as follows:
Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge
Swimming in the Bay - - - you say it's illegal, I say that only increases it's fun
Staying the night in Alcatraz - - - this isn't for sure yet, but once we swim in the bay, they will either throw us in there, or we'll sneak in since that is our swimming destination.
Looking at apartments - - - we still don't have one yet, and I'm getting desperate.
Stealing one million dollars - - - this will solve my budget problem, making it easier to find an apartment.
Applying for jobs at restaurants - - - I already have one job, but want to have two in order to get rid of that pesky free time I will have.
Seeing the new Batman movie - - - if everyone else is doing it, I might as well. Plus maybe I will learn something from the Joker that will help me steal that 1 million dollars I mentioned before.
Eat Cotton Candy - - - I just really like the stuff.
Go to the Fishermans Wharf - - - I want to see it because that is where I will be working.
So far that is all, but who knows what kind of crazy shinnanigans the three of us will get into. After all, we are one wild group.
Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge
Swimming in the Bay - - - you say it's illegal, I say that only increases it's fun
Staying the night in Alcatraz - - - this isn't for sure yet, but once we swim in the bay, they will either throw us in there, or we'll sneak in since that is our swimming destination.
Looking at apartments - - - we still don't have one yet, and I'm getting desperate.
Stealing one million dollars - - - this will solve my budget problem, making it easier to find an apartment.
Applying for jobs at restaurants - - - I already have one job, but want to have two in order to get rid of that pesky free time I will have.
Seeing the new Batman movie - - - if everyone else is doing it, I might as well. Plus maybe I will learn something from the Joker that will help me steal that 1 million dollars I mentioned before.
Eat Cotton Candy - - - I just really like the stuff.
Go to the Fishermans Wharf - - - I want to see it because that is where I will be working.
So far that is all, but who knows what kind of crazy shinnanigans the three of us will get into. After all, we are one wild group.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Exercise Catch 22
Over the past two weeks I have been working out at Bally Total Fitness. I got a two week trial online because . . . well . . . I gained a little weight and I didn't like it. Not a whole lot of weight, but enough to make me say " I think I want to lose some weight."
I know two weeks isn't really enough time to make a whole lot of difference, but I feel it is better than nothing. I haven't gone everyday because I was out of town for three days, but I have gone as much as I can.
I sort of know what I'm doing because I used to be what some people might call a "Gym Rat". When I was in high school I took a circuit training class as well as a weight training class at the local community college. After that I went to the gym religously until I moved to San Diego where I kind of fell out of it, with a few exceptions.
Anyway, back to the point of this post. The thing about exercise is that you feel great afterwards because your body releases endorphins to ease the pain you would actually feel if your body didn't release them. So that part is nice. Unfortunately, if you don't do it everyday or keep busy on the days you don't you pretty much feel like crap. At least in my case. I get headaches and feel guilty for not going . . . among other things.
HOWEVER, when you do go you are super super hungry all day long. Insatiable really. I, personally, end up eating way too much. Mostly due to lack of self-control, but still. So I ask . . . WHAT IS THE POINT? Sure exercise is good for your health, but I don't really care about that, I just don't want to be fat, and I'm pretty sure that's why everyone does it. In fact I have no doubt in my mind that's why people do it.
All I want is to not be so damn hungry afterwards! I remember the good old days when ephedrine was still legal. Why does everything that works so well have to be illegal?
Oh, I would also like to take this time to announce to my friends and family that I will be moving to San Francisco in August . . . right after I get back from my trip to Chicago / Indiana.
I know two weeks isn't really enough time to make a whole lot of difference, but I feel it is better than nothing. I haven't gone everyday because I was out of town for three days, but I have gone as much as I can.
I sort of know what I'm doing because I used to be what some people might call a "Gym Rat". When I was in high school I took a circuit training class as well as a weight training class at the local community college. After that I went to the gym religously until I moved to San Diego where I kind of fell out of it, with a few exceptions.
Anyway, back to the point of this post. The thing about exercise is that you feel great afterwards because your body releases endorphins to ease the pain you would actually feel if your body didn't release them. So that part is nice. Unfortunately, if you don't do it everyday or keep busy on the days you don't you pretty much feel like crap. At least in my case. I get headaches and feel guilty for not going . . . among other things.
HOWEVER, when you do go you are super super hungry all day long. Insatiable really. I, personally, end up eating way too much. Mostly due to lack of self-control, but still. So I ask . . . WHAT IS THE POINT? Sure exercise is good for your health, but I don't really care about that, I just don't want to be fat, and I'm pretty sure that's why everyone does it. In fact I have no doubt in my mind that's why people do it.
All I want is to not be so damn hungry afterwards! I remember the good old days when ephedrine was still legal. Why does everything that works so well have to be illegal?
Oh, I would also like to take this time to announce to my friends and family that I will be moving to San Francisco in August . . . right after I get back from my trip to Chicago / Indiana.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
You're Welcome
Okay, so I was thinking the other day about how parents always tell there kids to say Thank You. I myself witness this constantly as a server, and sometimes get stuck at a table for way too long simply because I'm waiting for some shy kid to just listen to their mother and tell me thank you.
But what about You're Welcome. How often do you hear a mother or father say "Say You're Welcome Honey!"
The answer is never. I know my mom and dad never forced me to say it. It was always " Say please Madelyn" or "Say Excuse me Madelyn." But not once do I remember them making me say You're welcome.
Well now, here I am, 24 years old and finding it almost impossible to say those two (well sort of three) little words. All I ever say is "yuppers" or "no problem". I think most of the time I'm afraid to say it because saying you're welcome is like saying "yes, I know I did a wonderful thing and you are now forever in my debt."
Thoughts?
But what about You're Welcome. How often do you hear a mother or father say "Say You're Welcome Honey!"
The answer is never. I know my mom and dad never forced me to say it. It was always " Say please Madelyn" or "Say Excuse me Madelyn." But not once do I remember them making me say You're welcome.
Well now, here I am, 24 years old and finding it almost impossible to say those two (well sort of three) little words. All I ever say is "yuppers" or "no problem". I think most of the time I'm afraid to say it because saying you're welcome is like saying "yes, I know I did a wonderful thing and you are now forever in my debt."
Thoughts?
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