After the death of Waffle Crisp, the horrible makeover of trix, and the collaborative hiding of rice krispies treats cereals, I've had to search for a new standard of morning sugar rush.
Corn Pops. They've been there for a while and they are still solid. Let's hope they don't go away. CP you are my new favorite cereal.
On a side note, today I bought a $70 trash can that had a dent on top. I'm torn on whether to use it or exchange it. Right now my decision is to exchange it. I demand the best.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Disaster!
When it rains, it pours.
Some days, it seems like everything goes wrong. I really try hard sometimes to make things work but fate has it that the more I try, the more disaster strikes.
I can barely count on my fingers the # of things that didn't go as planned this past Monday. We went fishing, by the way. First, I was late by about 2 hrs to the beach. We got stuck in traffic because I made 2 bad turns (btw, whenever you see a long line it's probably a good idea to get in it). Then I realized that we had to walk half a mile to the fishing spot, which is half a mile of me dragging my big fat reclining chair out to the ocean edge. Then I realized I bought a 6' rod instead of a 9' rod, which is kinda necessary for shore fishing. Then I realized I bought freshwater bait and all my gear was pretty useless.
THEN a cloud came and we heard thunder and had to leave the beach an hour after I dropped in.
The rain poured down as we got into our cars and we had to drive back in heavy traffic. The whole time I thought, "wow all the people who decided not to go had more sense than we did."
We ended up eating and playing cards at a local seafood joint. We spent about 2 hrs of quality time whereas it took about 4 hrs of total travel to make it happen. I spilled my wine glass onto my best friend after taking a single sip (I lost pretty badly in Big2). I learned an important lesson. Throughout the entire day I could barely believe how many things went wrong as they did. I planned it a week in advance, yet despite all my worrying things went downhill before we even got to the beach. But the lesson was that I still had a good time. David and I kept talking and staying positive. Evan still laughed. Marc still laughed. The girls, Susie and Marissa, followed suit and obediently played cards with us (Which is rare for girls). Rich and Timmy were both enjoying themselves... and because of this I was encouraged. I think they perceived that I would be disappointed, but I really wasn't. I was just happy to be sharing this moment with my closest friends. After all, disasters make for great stories.
I don't think I've said nearly as much as I should. I should probably get to bed though, I have barely enough time to watch half a TV show and shower nowadays. I will wait for the next time for us to make great stories. Maybe I should pledge to always put friends before myself... so we'll never run out of stories to tell. =)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Maybe I need a new car...
I had a weird dream yesterday. You know how you always get close to dying in dreams but never really die? Well this is the second time in my life I had a dream where I actually died. Last time I woke up... this time I just blanked out.
I was in a car driving the winding path to work. I saw the RPM meter on my car hitting 6k, and was thinking "whoa that's dangerous." I don't even know what the RPM actually means but I know if it hits the red it's bad. So for some reason my hand slipped and I shifted down in gear, which as we all know jacks the RPMS wayyy up. Basically at that point my car made a loud buzzing noise and blew up in my face. I heard a short loud static sound and then BAM. Blackness and silence overtook me. It was weird, I had no afterthought and all my senses were shut off, but I was still aware that I was dead. Anyway, it happened.
I could use this post to talk about death but I'm not. I don't think anyone wants to hear my thoughts on that.
If I had all the money in the world I'd buy my dream car which is the Lexus LS 460. Don't ask why I like it, I think it just looks nice and is the ultimate epitome of class and luxury. $75k and you can get a base model I think. As to the color- I have no idea. If I bought a corvette or corolla red or white (or a mixture) would definitely be my choice. An Acura TL, probably black. An Aston Martin, prob blue. I think if I got the LS460 I wouldn't be too picky about the color- I'd just be glad I had one. =)
I was in a car driving the winding path to work. I saw the RPM meter on my car hitting 6k, and was thinking "whoa that's dangerous." I don't even know what the RPM actually means but I know if it hits the red it's bad. So for some reason my hand slipped and I shifted down in gear, which as we all know jacks the RPMS wayyy up. Basically at that point my car made a loud buzzing noise and blew up in my face. I heard a short loud static sound and then BAM. Blackness and silence overtook me. It was weird, I had no afterthought and all my senses were shut off, but I was still aware that I was dead. Anyway, it happened.
I could use this post to talk about death but I'm not. I don't think anyone wants to hear my thoughts on that.
If I had all the money in the world I'd buy my dream car which is the Lexus LS 460. Don't ask why I like it, I think it just looks nice and is the ultimate epitome of class and luxury. $75k and you can get a base model I think. As to the color- I have no idea. If I bought a corvette or corolla red or white (or a mixture) would definitely be my choice. An Acura TL, probably black. An Aston Martin, prob blue. I think if I got the LS460 I wouldn't be too picky about the color- I'd just be glad I had one. =)
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Fast Lane
I'm going to attempt to make a post that hasn't been very well thought out.
Life has changed, permanently. With the start of a new job and a new home comes a new persona and new lifestyle. Although I am not where I want to be yet, things are escalating higher and higher. Things cost more. Work is serious. Friendships are tighter.
Recently I've taken the big step of applying for a mortgage and buying my own property. The last 1 month has been going at four times the speed as my life in Austin, and it has been frustrating the entire way. My parents insist on emailing me and then calling me while I'm busy to recite exactly what they e-mailed me in poor, broken English. I've filled out countless papers and called numerous people and visited one too many properties and it seems like all this effort is because people are too lazy to coordinate amongst themselves. There needs to be a shared system of information for everyone (the INTERNET hint hint). Too bad the government never learned to use that.
Enough griping. I slept 5 hours yesterday and the day was terrible. I vowed I would sleep 8 hours today and it's already 30 minutes past my bedtime. I think coffee really does affect me contrary to what I've believed up until now. It used to put me to sleep, but today I drank some and felt less tired and definitely warmer. However, relying on that stuff is a bad habit, because the natural high of self-motivation should be sufficient to keep me awake.
French vanilla creme ranks as one of the top 10 most awesome consumption inventions ever... right below bagels, donuts, and of course rice krispie treats.
I need to get to bed now... tata.
Life has changed, permanently. With the start of a new job and a new home comes a new persona and new lifestyle. Although I am not where I want to be yet, things are escalating higher and higher. Things cost more. Work is serious. Friendships are tighter.
Recently I've taken the big step of applying for a mortgage and buying my own property. The last 1 month has been going at four times the speed as my life in Austin, and it has been frustrating the entire way. My parents insist on emailing me and then calling me while I'm busy to recite exactly what they e-mailed me in poor, broken English. I've filled out countless papers and called numerous people and visited one too many properties and it seems like all this effort is because people are too lazy to coordinate amongst themselves. There needs to be a shared system of information for everyone (the INTERNET hint hint). Too bad the government never learned to use that.
Enough griping. I slept 5 hours yesterday and the day was terrible. I vowed I would sleep 8 hours today and it's already 30 minutes past my bedtime. I think coffee really does affect me contrary to what I've believed up until now. It used to put me to sleep, but today I drank some and felt less tired and definitely warmer. However, relying on that stuff is a bad habit, because the natural high of self-motivation should be sufficient to keep me awake.
French vanilla creme ranks as one of the top 10 most awesome consumption inventions ever... right below bagels, donuts, and of course rice krispie treats.
I need to get to bed now... tata.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Analysis
I was going to post something a few months back but I had no good ending so I decided not to.
Life has changed a lot for me. I went from AustinTX to PrincetonNJ and started a new job with new stages in my life. Right now I'm supposed to be reading a book for my training class but I don't feel like it.
I realized that although I feel like I've changed for the better my reactions reveal the opposite. As I moved back home I had the opportunity to interact with my parents on a more-than-regular basis. Normally they call me once a day and I can ignore them if I wish, but now I was released from the comforts of independent living. So the past few weeks I've exploded at them more times than the past year... even when my mom was feverish and throwing up in my car I was showing the toughest face love could bear. It took me about 1 hour to finally force out an "are you okay?" and even my tone was unforgiving. Though, behind all the yelling and frustration I know there is still love that holds our family together. My father makes dumb purchases but he makes them for the family. My mother has terrible tact when it comes to money but she is just making sure I don't get ripped off. My brother... well you get the idea.
I realized the thing that got under my skin the most was the notion that I didn't have my choice still. I am 23 and have a well paying job but any big decision I make is hampered with resistance all the way (like which apartment to get). My stubbornness clouds my judgement and I lash out at any opposition to my own choice. When the other side gives up I realize the logic behind the resistance and become much more accommodating of new ideas left and right. I guess it's just that age where I need to be independent.
On a more uppity note, I saw a really pretty girl at work today. She's 5'4 and has long hair and is probably Chinese, that's about all I know. It's nice to finally be in an environment where silent crushes are again possible. I think the difference between .01% and 0% makes all the difference in this world.
Life has changed a lot for me. I went from AustinTX to PrincetonNJ and started a new job with new stages in my life. Right now I'm supposed to be reading a book for my training class but I don't feel like it.
I realized that although I feel like I've changed for the better my reactions reveal the opposite. As I moved back home I had the opportunity to interact with my parents on a more-than-regular basis. Normally they call me once a day and I can ignore them if I wish, but now I was released from the comforts of independent living. So the past few weeks I've exploded at them more times than the past year... even when my mom was feverish and throwing up in my car I was showing the toughest face love could bear. It took me about 1 hour to finally force out an "are you okay?" and even my tone was unforgiving. Though, behind all the yelling and frustration I know there is still love that holds our family together. My father makes dumb purchases but he makes them for the family. My mother has terrible tact when it comes to money but she is just making sure I don't get ripped off. My brother... well you get the idea.
I realized the thing that got under my skin the most was the notion that I didn't have my choice still. I am 23 and have a well paying job but any big decision I make is hampered with resistance all the way (like which apartment to get). My stubbornness clouds my judgement and I lash out at any opposition to my own choice. When the other side gives up I realize the logic behind the resistance and become much more accommodating of new ideas left and right. I guess it's just that age where I need to be independent.
On a more uppity note, I saw a really pretty girl at work today. She's 5'4 and has long hair and is probably Chinese, that's about all I know. It's nice to finally be in an environment where silent crushes are again possible. I think the difference between .01% and 0% makes all the difference in this world.
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