so i lied...

seriously. i'm bad at posting. but the quick summation of life is...it couldn't be better. i love where i am and who i am right now. i give less weight to things and give more weight to the little experiences that make me smile daily (the views of san francisco, the fragrance of dolores street, silly moments with friends, awkward moments with strangers, etc.). everything makes me laugh. the perspective shift has begun and everything afterward has fallen into place.

guys, i love you and miss you so much. your friendships mean so much that i can't even put it into words.

actual events: i moved into a new place, got promoted but will be commuting to north bay, seeking the perfect car that i'm convinced doesn't exist, trying to develop a taste for gin, missing doggies, can't wait until it SNOWS in tahoe, attempted to surf and almost drowned (the pacific does not live up to its namesake...pacified it is not...in addition, the almost drowned part is kind of an exaggeration), watched xanadu in the park (nothing like roller skates to ring in the night), purchased the perfect bike but haven't ridden it much, eaten fresh banana bread baked by my new roommie (you may know him as rigel), have met an amazing person (if you're reading this you need to come over right now and bring some chocolate), found the perfect spicy hot chocolate, i work in finance now and i'm thinking about taking the CPA exam (gasp! i know! it surprises me too), and i live in the sunniest and warmest part of the city!!

and i'm seeing SNAKES ON A MOTHERFUCKING PLANE tonight.

The Cycle

It's almost June. (Master of the Obvious strikes again!)

I'm going to post soon...

gnarles barkley.

i love this duo. cee-lo from goodie mob and danger mouse collaborated to make some awesome tunes. it's been on constant rotation throughout the day.

speaking of music, PLEASE SEND ME THINGS I SHOULD BE LISTENING TO. i think my lack of new music has had a role to play in this mild depression. send me the goods, people. i'll love you forever (not that anyone who reads this isn't already in that category). as for major roles in shayla sadness, that would be the boy and the joblessness.

for those of us looking for jobs, maybe we should consider drafting that perfect cover letter. you know, the letter that communicates everything we REALLY want to say...
http://www.asofterworld.com/oqindex.htm

Reigning champion of the no post

A furious month has whipped by leaving no time for posts. Updating everyone on an entire month is a bit daunting, but here’s my attempt. Forgive the choppiness.

Snowboarding
I am consumed by this sport. I find myself waking up earlier than I would ever imagine to see what snow conditions are like at mountains I’ve visited. Then I spend my morning daydreaming about being near one.

Moving to Tahoe
I have decided to move to Tahoe so I can be near a mountain. See previous comment. I need to be a snow bum for a while. I need this. I’m upset it took me this long to get here.

Beer? Or Food?
During my unemployment, I have placed a higher priority on the former. Note to self…when drinking barley wine, consider eating something beforehand.

Boy
Met boy, liked boy, roommates didn’t like boy and me together, severe tensions, drunken nights, boy hurt me after we decided to chill because of tensions. Boy has since made me feel sad/lonely/insecure because boy decides to be a prick…

Bend, Oregon
Nine day snowboarding vacation. The perfect interruption to roommate and boy tensions. Amazing. Soothing. Could not have done a thing better at any time in any place. I improved exponentially (thanks to an amazing teacher…my dearest Jessica) although I still have a ways to go before I’m shreddin’ the gnar gnar pow. (I had that reaction too when I first heard it.) For those interested, the Deschutes Brewery rocks it with a killer Porter, Black Butte. Dark, rich and yummy.

Basketball
I don’t know if it’s the unemployment or the newfound love for my alma mater, but I’ve been into March Madness like crazy.

wondering...

am i the only person who doesn't like the song "sexual healing"?

raging kegger

the high school antics of my house made for an interesting super bowl party. notable events of the day/evening:

dragging a grill across town.
velveta and chili?
seahawks fans near tears.
PBR.
keg stands.
michael jackson dance party...digitally captured...
room rearrangement in the early morning.
calling in sick.
so...much...fun.

burning hands

mental block...mental block...mental block. how can i write a release when i don't have any good information from the client? some of you might say to *ask* the client for more information. such a novel idea. this client seems to think we are omniscient.

i have loads of stories to tell, but can't seem to get anything out right now. let's just say this: if you must urinate while drinking at one of your regular bars, use the restroom - not the wall outside. or, if you can't seem to hold it, don't hit a bar attendant when they decide that you should be thrown out. most of all, after a scuffle with eight or so guys, don't go back and hit the bar attendant again. and if all this transpires, at the very least, remember it the next day when someone wound up with a black eye trying to keep people off of you.

this drama is taking a while to settle. i think it's mostly internal. i feel guilty by association because it was my friend causing all the trouble.

i spilled boiling hot water on my hand as i was carrying my oatmeal back to my desk this morning.

Retardedly optimistic

Change=excitement.

I’m quitting my job post dentist appointment (to fix a year-old cracked filling) next week. The “new life” excitement steeps in my belly today.

Last Tuesday I lost my Muni pass. I was itching for my Ben n Jerry’s fix. It was raining, so I bolted across the street to avoid getting wet. The next day, I realized I didn’t have my Muni pass. It resided in the outside pocket of my wallet, so after searching every inch of my backpack and room, I assumed it fell out during the mad dash for ice cream. I’ve been riding Muni without a pass in the morning (they never check at the above ground stops) and paying the buck fitty for the ride home (they always check in the underground stations). Yesterday, Muni paid me back by not picking me up as the bus driver took off without opening his doors. During the sprint to catch the bus that neglected its potential passengers, I lost my backup Muni pass (a three day deal I’ve had since I moved out here) and missed the bus anyway. I angrily shelled out $8 for a cab ride so I wouldn’t arrive late to my doctor’s appointment. Disgruntled, I thought I’d just ride it out until next month. No big deal. Can’t do anything about it. I’ll just continue the free ride in the morning and pay for the trip home.

Last night I kicked off all my blankets and woke up freezing. Grabbed my robe, threw my blankets back on the bed, and noticed a shiny purple piece of paper peeking out from underneath my bed. My original Muni pass. Very funny, Muni.

So, this morning, I jumped on the second crowded train to pass (couldn’t squeeze my way into the first). We go a few stops and when we get to the station, the driver informs us all that the Muni enforcers will be checking passes as we get off the train. No pass = $115 fine.

Maybe there isn’t a moral to the story, but I found it pretty funny.

Off subject:
I know I have mentioned it before, but I repeat the thought because I think a certain roommate needs a certain amount of “get off your ass, goddammit” encouragement to reach rockstardom. So talented. So amazing. Thanks for the performance. Inspirational. Brilliant. All the good stuff. NOW GO PLAY FOR PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE HOUSE.

Off subject x 2:
This is f’n hilarious.