Thursday, January 31, 2008

I'm falling apart!

Well, not exactly.
But continuing with the physical hazards I've bestowed unto myself this week (read posts below), today I've hurt mine eye. The right one. I arose at 5:20 AM to be at work by 6. Lately, I've been wearing my contacts everyday, because my glasses were broken and had yet to be fixed. Today the right contact felt like something was caught in it, an eyelash or sand that felt like a mother of a rock... or perhaps it had just torn. I took it out, cleaned it twice and inspected for tears. None to be found, so I put it back in. It continued to hurt, but I tiredly assumed my natural tears would wash whatever eyelash happened to get caught underneath the lid. If you wear lenses you know eyelashes feel like a porcupine in your eye, continually prodding you with some sort of porcupine jig until your salty tears wash it away or you somehow rub it out. Well, I waited and waited... and waited some more. The tears never washed it away, and the rubbing made it worse. By the time lunch-time rolled around, I was desperate for saline relief, but there was none to be found. No one, and I mean no one, in this 15-manned restaurant had saline or even eye drops. Eventually as the day went on and afternoon staff came in, someone had solution. But to no avail was my stress relieved. By the end of the day, I was dying. Literally, bright lights were keeping me at bay. Be glad, those of you not on the roads in Ames, Iowa, today. I was sure to be one of the most dangerous... (not only am I, a woman and Asian, but today, please add on pirate eye) on the road. Needless to say, God, you can ease up on me... just a little, I'm fully aware of my mortality. ;)

Cool things in my life I'd like to share:

1/ Dan Liebert :: Family HAHAHAHA!
2/ Architecture in Helsinki :: Heart it Races Someone with some skill, please sew me an outfit like so. And please take care not to cut open your finger.
3/ my new phone :: I have yet to decide whether to keep my old number with my new phone or change my cell number. Right now I have two numbers to my name.
Pros to keeping old #:
a/ everyone still has my number
b/ I don't have to memorize anything new
Cons to keeping old #:
a/ ex can still get a hold of me and has although I've told him I am not ready to talk to him

I'm pretty indifferent right now, because it's been three weeks or something like that since his last phone call or text. But if he were to call me, right now, me thinks I'd like the new number... immediately.

PS. Lin, Jose Gonzales is performing at the Aladdin Theater, Friday, March 28th. Doors open at 8 PM, tickets are $19 in advance. If I were you, I would go. And I'd bring along my friend who is not named after the city or the omelette but just named.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I'm a hazard to myself.

I cut my finger cutting up a dress I was altering. It was deep, bleeding for over an hour. I cut it at 8 and decided to wait for my brother to come home. With my right hand applying pressure and holding my left hand above my head, I listened to these seven songs:

1/ Badly Drawn Boy :: Silent Sigh
2/ Vampire Weekend :: Oxford Comma
3/ Matt Costa :: Mr. Pitiful
4/ Rogue Wave :: Lake Michigan
5/ Vampire Weekend :: The Kids Don't Stand a Chance
6/ Emily Loizeau :: Je Suis Jalouse
7/ Band of Horses :: The General Specific

...
on repeat
...
for over an hour.

At 9, I released my finger long enough to call Sheng and find out that yes, I was still bleeding. He said he'd be home shortly.

My day?
Not bad.
Good music.
Lesson learned: my hobbies are dangerous.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Not a great day.

I locked my keys in my car...
with the lights on...
at the gas station.

Luckily, the gas attendant, knowing the car would be there for at least two hours, was very kind and said I could leave my car in the stall while I waited for Sheng (rather than pay 50 or 60 to get a locksmith). Two hours later, when I was finally in, I gave the attendant one of the special Beligian chocolates that I had bought for my twin earlier that day. I hope he knows how grateful I am.

I also dropped my bedside lamp on my toe.
It's black and blue.

The good things about today?

1/ Matt Costa :: Mr. Pitiful (What a cute boy!)
2/ yoga for 45 minutes
3/ training Jon at work today
4/ Vampire Weekend, self-titled release tomorrow
5/ Feist :: I Feel It All
This video is not as brilliant as the now very famous 1234, but it is Feist nonetheless.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

I Dig...

1/ Band of Horses :: The General Specific
2/ Band of Horses :: No One's Gonna Love You
3/ Arthur H plus Feist :: La Chanson De Satie
Arthur's voice has traces of Louis Armstrong. Very cool. And who doesn't love Feist? Or French easy listening for that matter.
4/ Learning to Love You More
I like the idea of this.
I'm not so sure about the execution.
5/ ... (fill in the blank)

I worked a double-shift today. Eleven hours in the blocks of 6 then 5 hours, on my feet. So I'm pretty beat. My heels hurt.

PS. $600 bar guy did not come in the following Sunday.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Pooping Trucks

For the safety of myself,
continuing this blog,
and of course, your continued reading pleasure,
I live where trucks poop gravel.

It's snowing, 11 Degrees and falling.

Top 5 for this here, Wednesday the 23rd of January 2008.

1. Emily Loizeau
2. Vampire Weekend
3. Sewing
4. antique stores
5. shopping thrift


I found this dress in the Ames Antique Mall. It had sleeves on it, which I took off and hemmed.

This dress I bought in my hometown, Atlantic at the thrift store. It was too big when I bought it, so I took it in. But I need to find a white zipper to sew on the side, to make it easier for me to get into. There's also a tear in the back, which you can't see, but it's rather visible... I haven't quite thought of the right solution for that one.

What do you think?

Monday, January 21, 2008

I am guessing

"Je suis jalouse" means I am jealous.

Link

Way to be deductive.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Fortune Cookie:

"Someone is interested in you. Keep your eyes open."

That was on Wednesday night, with someone, who may actually be interested in me.

Saturday day:

Me: "69 Dollars is your change, sir."
Customer: "69 is my favorite number."

I stand stunned for a minute, smile... and walk away.
What does someone even say to that?

He tipped me $10 on a $31 tab. I'm not sure if he felt guilty for saying that to his server, or if he was trying to hit on me. What do you think?

Sunday day:

Customer: "My friend thinks you're really cute. So you should give him a call." Note on paper napkin reads: "Call me soon! We need to get together!" with his name and phone number.

My friend and bartender later tells me the two of them spent over $600 dollars at a bar last night. Not only does that scream "NO!," but I later find out it was a strip club! (My face is completely contorted in disgust and awkwardness.)

Life is ironic sometimes. I enjoy being "woo"ed as much as any girl, but these situations just strike me as unchivalrous and not the slightest bit romantic. I feel awkward, now. What will I do when I see him in the cafe again? You know, when I haven't called and it is all-too-obvious that I was not interested.

Listening to Emily Loizeau.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Have a Lovely Day!

La Blogotheque Fantastique!

Love,
Lisa & Jason Mraz

2:45 AM

When I began this post, it was 2:45 in the morning.
And I listened to Elliot Smith's 2:45 A.M.

I can't sleep.

Could it be the 20 oz. black coffee I drank at noon today? No, how could it? Wikipedia says "In healthy adults, caffeine's half-life is approximately 3–4 hours." Which means, assuming I am a healthy adult, I should've digested the goods within 8 hours... at about 8 or 9 'o'clock. Yet here I am wide-eyed at nearly 3 A.M.

I'd pray for sleep, but I'd rather direct my thoughts towards others. Like YOU! I'm thinking of you. And wouldn't you like to know what I'm thinking? (I'm totally making a winky face right now.) Now that it's 3:10 A.M.,.... I'm more brain-dead than ever and can't even finish the last sentence. Goodnight.... I mean goodmorning.... I mean....

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Double Blogger. Double Amazing.



Two posts in one day? I forgive myself. The chat counts as yesterday's. Listen, watch and love Beirut's Nantes.

PS. This video is from La Blogotheque. They are amazing amazing.

Tonight.







Sunday, January 13, 2008

The Good and the Bad.

The alternator broke in the Cutlass. Bad.
Nightmares about ex boyfriend. Bad.
Sleeping off due to nightmares. Also bad.

The Good?
Work. Work is good.
Reading. Reading's good.
Panda Bear. Oh my gosh, sooo good.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Escape!

My day, two days ago, began great. Work, followed by friends, talking in real conversations: laughter, new music, Chinese for dinner and finally relaxing to the sounds of Panda Bear. Upon the evening we decided to close the night with fresh brews from Olde Main. Oh Dinky Wheat, how delicious you were that night. My friend and I went to relieve the pints we'd steadfastly drank over generous talk of our first shows and first loves. I am surprised when my friend, correction, my male friend, enters the women's bathroom to tell me he is here. He is my ex. My ex who I've not talked to in a couple of months, who drug me along for a year and a half. He who half-charmingly somehow convinced me to lose my better judgement and pine for something that wasn't there. He who finally dumped me for a girl whose slightest attention meant he hadn't lost the touch, easily convinced by the charisma and excitement that new love interests always bring.

We only dated for six months, but after pining for a year my investment in him grew greatly in my head. He failed in every aspect when it came to reality. Lewis tells us to "never, never pin your whole faith on any human being: not if he is the best and wisest in the whole world. There are lots of nice things you can do with sand: but do not try building a house on it."

Needless to say, I escaped, as I so eloquently worded in this entry's title. I, not-so-graciously, hid in the restroom while my friends took care of the tab and grabbed my belongings. I went home with no tears that night but rather fear. Fear for the off-chance I will eventually run into him, be it at the grocery store or Target. The fear that has kept me from returning all of his calls and texts. The fear that makes me wanna get the crap outta here.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Currently...

1/ reading David Sedaris
2/ listening to Bros by Panda Bear
3/ loving the movie Juno
4/ just finishing Lewis' Mere Christianity
5/ drinking peppermint tea