The other day, while shopping at Brea, the strap to my right flipflop snapped. Initially, I almost tripped because it broke my "gotta get to that store quickly so that I can shop!" momentem and when I felt my right foot go naked I realized that the remainder of the flipflop (the FLOP) was dangling off. Well, since I couldn't just take off one shoe and walk around lop-sided... nor could I take off both shoes and walk around barefoot in the mall, I kept the broken one on and proceeded to drag my right leg along the floor in a sad limp to the nearest shoe store. I could have bought something at HOT TOPIC, but my outfit at the moment didn't call for a 4 inch hooker shoes or something from Minnie Mouse's closet. So I limped my way over to Payless where they DIDN'T HAVE ANY FLIPFLOPS!! Actually, I lie. They had some scary white chunky ones with neon blue straps but ew... I rather limp. I did find some cute mules that matched my purse perfectly and were only $12... so I HAD to buy them. :)

I say "HAD" because really, I "HAD" to. I could have tripped while limping in the defected flipflops... so really, it was for the best. :)

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The city of Chino Hills is all a buzz...

They opened a brand new Chick-Fil-A on Grand.

Oh baby oh baby.

Ever since they built it, my mom has been on her toes to see when they were going to open its doors. Yesterday, the 3 women next to me at the gym were talking as if it were the second coming if Christ. There were people camped out the night before in the parking lot so that they can be the first to get their sandwiches. Lines of fans dance outside and the glow of the spotlights in the sky all celebrate the opening of the greatest Chicken adventure in our little town.

The Khol's didn't get this much hype.

This is something BIG.

I spent the afternoon with Laura down at California Disney where we went to WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE where both of us almost got to the hot seat. Really! Sure, we had really good odds since it was probably half the size of the normal audience that were playing. But our seat numbers got posted on the screen indicating that we were part of the top 10 players! ROCK ON! :) We had this really great gameplan where if one of us got called down, when the host were to ask the hotseat sitter who we were with, they'd respond "My lesbian lover" to which was other's cue to yell out "I LOVE YOU BABY! WIN US A CRUISE!"

Wouldn't that have been great? I certainly think so.

Thats the thing over with the Millionaire game over there. Since Disney can't be giving out millions everyday, the million dollar prize is a Disney Cruise. The $1000 level prize is a set of pins. I started screaming "STOP WHILE YOU'RE AHEAD" to the people in the hot seat. Pins are good prizes. Why be selfish and keep on playing for the cruise? Just stop, walk away with your pins, and let another person a try for the cruise. That person could have been... me (seat 87). Or my life partner (seat 88). Whatever... just give us a try!

Don't you love it when you're having fun... and so are the people around you because they can't help but listen to your conversations. When you have the guy sitting in front of you constantly turn around and laugh his ass off at your antics. :) Oh the good times.

Hmmm... whats new whats new?

First of all... my car. Well, not exactly "new." Same ole story. Same ole frustrations. Why even bother blogging? F*ck the pony... I want a honda.

Also, I HATE YOU DOWNWARD FACING DOG! HATE YOU! Although, one day I WILL conquer you and those days of hate will no longer exist... but for now, I HATE YOU.

Since that seems pretty negative. I shall counteract that by saying "I love my family, my adorable puppy, and Henry's!" I also love Jill (thanks for the message!!) even though she stole my wallet. Damn it for being so damn cute. :) I guess we'll have to be wallet buddies now. I can see her cringing now... or not?

Oh did I mention I LOVE my friends.

That means YOU... maybe. ;)

Today, I finally reached my darling "non-retarded" friend Laura today after many months of believing that she was "avoiding me."

The first conversation:
*ring ring ring*
Woman Who Sounds Like Laura: Hello?
me: Hi! Is Laura there?
W.W.S.L.L.: *Pause* NO. There is no one here by that name.
me: Oh? Ok. Thanks then.

The second and third attempt:
*ring ring ring*
W.W.S.L.L.: Hello?
me: Hi! Is Laura there?
W.W.S.L.L.: *Pause* NO. There is no one here by that name.
me: Oh? Ok. Thanks then.

Several months later, after chatting with Laura via AIM and finally giving her my new number and needing to call to make plans for a NICOLE & LAURA DAY-O-FUN!
*ring ring ring*
W.W.S.L.L.: Hello?
me: Hi! Is Laura there?
W.W.S.L.L.: *pause* No.
me: Oh? Ok.
W.W.S.L.L.: *pause* there is no one here by that name.
me: *going crazy* LAURA!?!

Why would I go crazy?
See. In my mind, 3 rings means you're looking at your caller ID and deciding if this is a person that you would like to spend your minutes talking to. Since I had a new number, it made sense to me that she was probably looking at her phone going "who the hell is this" and deciding to answer just to see if the voice is familiar.

So then she answers and hears my voice. She pauses. Why is she pausing? This is where I assumed she didn't know it was me.

The second and third time this happens, I assumed the same thing.

The final time it happened, I assumed that she knew who I was and just didn't want to talk to me. Maybe she pauses and THINKS... "hmmm, do I really want to talk to Nicole?... NO."

*gasp*

I know. Pain. Hurt. Sadness. Not to mention some anger... what the hell happened?!?

Me paranoid? Noooo... I'm just an overreacting dumbass who can't dial a phone correctly. Apparently when I programmed all the numbers into my new phone, I misdialed Laura's, which resulted in me calling (quite frequently) an Asain lady with a fobby accent who amazingly had the same voice as Laura's (if she were to do a fobby accent on the phone.) Plus also whenever I do call her (correctly) she'll joke around in the same manner of saying that I've reached the wrong number but would I be interested in a newspaper subscription.

I finalized realized my blunder after charging my old phone and double checking the number and calling it. YEAH. Sooo lame. But hey, at least I reached Laura! :)

"You are one I want to keep in touch with."

And once she said that, all my psychotic tendencies melt away and I'm happy.

Hmmmm... nice weekend. I want a pony. :)

I'm entered in Pete and Manny's BLOGMADNESS! Go vote! I'm #27 in the WORK region. :)

OH. Theres another one post of mine entered there. If you can find it, call me. ;)

As I was driving home from work today, I decided to take off my sweatshirt because it was a little too warm in my car for my liking. So, as I was taking it off (Whooooohoooo!! You like that sir?!? Gimmie money!!), I heard a little crack as my head escaped from the hoodie portion of the sweatshirt and felt something flitter... MY GLASSES BROKE! Snapped right down the middle. My damn overpriced but oh so cute glasses that I waited forever and a day to get because insurance realized that I'm finally old enough NOT to mooch off my parents, BROKE!

*boo*

So there I am, driving without my glasses. This is probably the worst time to actually realize how BAD my eyes are. I can't see signs. I can't see the license plate in front of me. Lines are a blur and although I can see red lights, its still fuzzy. WHEN DID I BECOME SO BLIND!?! All those years of hating carrots are taking its toil on my eyes. Damn you 13 year old Nicole and your late nights reading Harlequin romance novels under the covers with a flashlight! Mom wasn't lying when she said you'd go blind!

Luckily, I got home safely. And to make things even better, I remember my eye doctor saying that my glasses are under warranty so I can probably get new ones just as long as all the parts are still original. (I guess I need to get that staple out of the nosepad that I used as a sad excuse for a screw when it fell out. Say it with me.. "ghetto.")

So now I'm dependent on my contacts. I have my backup glasses but I got those back when I was in high school and now I realize that I wasn't COOL wearing them. Matter of fact, they were pretty ugly and I wonder why no one told me that in the first place. Or maybe ugly was the fashion back then? I don't know... probably considering that I had lime green plaid pants back then. Ew huh. Thank goodness I wore a uniform most of the time.

I miss kneehigh socks. Those rocked.

I got my St Lucy's alumni newsletter today and one of the school's upcoming event was the 10th Annual Spring Musical. I felt incredibly old right then and there considering that I was orphan #5 singing "Its a Hard Knock Life" in the very FIRST Lucy's Spring Musical... 10 years ago.

Ew. Ew. Ew!! Where did the time go!? I still remember the steps!!

But on the bright side, I came to the realization that I've known some of my greatest friends for 10 years now... some even longer. And oh how I love them so....

It makes feeling "old" quite nice. :)

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*One of us is retarded... and its not me*
Zasher816: we're retarded
spaznik: don't say WE. :-)
Zasher816: oh my bad
Zasher816: you're so retarded
Zasher816: hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
spaznik: HAHAHAHAAHAHH HEY!! i was being nice!!!
Zasher816: i'm just joshin
spaznik: i WAS going to say "Dont say WE... when you really want to say you"
Zasher816: good thing i typed first
spaznik: hahahahah pshaw.. i decided not to say the rest cause then you'll be all "boohoo."
Zasher816: pshaw?
Zasher816: pish posh!
Zasher816: i'm not that sensitive
spaznik: hahahah riiight
Zasher816: watch say somethin
Zasher816: and i won't get sad
spaznik: hahaha um... you smell.
Zasher816: :o(
Zasher816: but i just showered!

Has anyone see the Tampax commercial where a guy and a girl are out in a boat and the boat springs a leak... so while her date looks back to find something to fix it with, the girl takes a tampon, sticks it in the hole, pulls the applicator out, and lo and behold, the tampon stops the leak!!! OH. MY. GOSH.

Its like that other Tampax commercial where the girl is at a party (wearing white pants... WHY ARE YOU WEARING WHITE PANTS!?) drops her prized tampon down the bathroom window so she chains together the other tampons and sticks a pad on the bottom and uses that to pull her own tampon up from the ground. Do you know how many tampons you're wasting just for your ONE? And the fact that she's a guest in someone's bathroom, wasting THEIR supply. Now what's going to happen to the girl who lives there when she needs it? White pants girl... you suck!

Its all so very disturbing. Do we really need to know that tampons, if needed, can stop your boat from sinking? That you can escape from a burning building by turning it into a parachute? I imagine that's what MacGuyver would do with it. If it can plug up a boat.. then by golly, its good enough for me! Its like those commercials where the animated bears use toilet paper in the forest. What!?! Why are the bears using toilet paper in the first place? Does it sell? Really? Do people go to the grocery and say "I want toilet paper that bears use."

I like the stuff that the angelic babies are peddling off. :) Who can resist that!?!

Hmmmm... What was I going to say? I actually had a moment today where I had a thought and made a mental note to remember that thought was so that I can write about it. But I guess it wasn't that great of a thought in the first place in order for me to remember it. Don't you hate that?! Argh... hopefully I'll remember it later, if not then, DAMMIT!

Guys don't normally really have this problem... unless they're Fabio or strippers.... but don't you hate it when you're driving and you're at a stop light and you know you have time so you quickly brush your hair into a ponytail. But as you're holding it up with one hand and before you can get a rubberband on to secure it, the light suddenly turns green. So you're driving the car with one hand on the wheel and the other is up on your head and you really are feeling as silly as you probably look. But I imagine it's probably 10 times more hilarious if I were to see a guy with long hair driving in that manner.

No. That wasn't the thought I was trying to remember. But really, wouldn't that have been sad if it were? Sitting in my car with one hand on my head, driving with the other, and thinking "I REALLY NEED TO WRITE THIS DOWN." Hehehehe... nope. Thats not me. Not me at all...

*Its not everyday I talk about ICE CUBE. Are you peeing in your pants yet? Consider it a early birthday present kids.*
spaznik: ahhhhh when are you leaving again you lucky hag??
jeanyah: i'm going to come back and ice cube.. then you won't think i'm a lucky hag
spaznik: was that you're gonna come back WITH ice cube or come back AN ice cube...
jeanyah: hahah
jeanyah: AN
jeanyah: i dont' know if ice cube will be at sundance
spaznik: because if you come back WITH ice cube, i'll have to really respect you for your determination and insane stalker abilities.
jeanyah: he is a big movie star and all..
jeanyah: higher education and all of that
spaznik: isn't he in that one movie with the bikes?
jeanyah: oh.. maybe
jeanyah: torque
spaznik: like fast and furiouser?
spaznik: yeah.. that one.
jeanyah: yea.. that's way bigger that Sundance.

Jean is going to Sundance. April is in NY. I want to be a cool kid too! I think I'll go to... um... the CHINO SPECTRUM. Theres no place cooler than the Norstrom Rack. Oh baby oh baby did you say cute shoes? You know how to treat me so...

It was a sunny sister/family day today. Carlene and I got "asked to leave" South Coast Plaza. I am a hooligan. I totally match my badass "THUGLIFE" tattoo (written in old english of course) that I recieved on my back as my gang initation. "Nicole, you animal," you say, "what did you do?" Well, we walked into the mall with Penelope and.... well thats it. I know.... I'M SO NAUGHTY! We went to the fancysmancy mall holding our adorable puppy. Its pretty lame because rich folk walk into the mall, shopping at Nordies with their rhinestone collared dogs all the time and I'm sure those doggies aren't half as cute as Penelope. Damn you bugie mall!

Later this evening, we had a terriffic dinner with my darling cousin Angel acting as our wonderful hosts. I need to have more nice evenings like this. Nothing like wonderful company, stimulating conversation, and mochi and cream puffs.

Instead of a wedding this weekend, I had a Winter Formal.

No... I didn't have a jailbait date. :P

But I DID have a extra dress in the just in case. ;)

We were decorating the gym of a high school down near Lake Elsinore. Originally, I thought this would only 2-3 hours tops because it didn't seem like a lot of decor, then I would go and gallivant the live long day. HA! Spent my entire day there... and let me say that there was never a dull moment.

First of all, for those who don't know me very well, I'm terrified of heights. Get me 2 steps onto a ladder and I'm already thinking morbid thoughts of accidentally missing a step and painfully twisting my ankle. 3 steps, my heart is beating faster and my only comfort is the knowledge is that if something were to happen, I could just bend forward and grab a pillar, and hopefully by doing so, it will "slow down" my fall. (and really, somehow that makes sense in my head.) So when my boss told me to go up on a stage 4 Ft high that the kids were "assembling" to set up a backdrop, I thought "OH NO." The kids, who were really nice and super energized times CRACK, were fooling around while "assembling" this puppy, and once they had it done the first time, they discovered they had did it wrong and parts of it were coming apart... so that along with the fact that the backdrop itself was 10 Ft tall and I needed to get on an 8 Ft ladder just to work my magic on it was really really giving me an anxiety attack. I kept on sighing and telling myself "I'm OK. *breathes* Yes. I can DO this. *breathes* Uh huh..." But lucky me, I didn't fall to my death NOR did I have to climb a ladder because I'm a smrt girl and I figured out an alternative. (Make it and then with the manpower of the teens hopped up on Quik, put it on the stage.)

While working on the mainstage backdrop, a group of girls came running into the gym screaming and all I could hear was "blah blah blah blah... escape... blah blah blah blah... cops... blah blah....lockdown." The first thing that came into mind was "Oh my gosh, theres a wild animal roaming the campus... maybe a bear... or a wildcat." We were pretty out in the boonies and I'm sure polar bears come out and kill people all the time. Only, that wasn't the case. The true story was that a man was resisting arrest when he got pulled over by the cops... so he got out of his car and ran right into the school. They had police all over the campus walking with their guns in hand, ready to shoot. It was quite a sight. So they locked us in the gym until they caught the guy... which if there really a bear attack and the animal was right outside my locked door, I'd be competely fine with because the bear can't whip out a gun and motion to me to come to the door with it and demand that I open it for him or he'll shoot me through the glass. Oh yes. I felt safe.

The kids were taken out of the gym and it was just us, alone. Lets just say that the mind was playing tricks on everyone. The ladder out of the corner of my eye was MOVING and my heart would stop while thinking that maybe its the criminal lurking and waiting to KILL. Brandy would freak after every little noise saying "I just made pee pee." Eventually, everyone was hungry, so I had to go on a food run... only I needed to have Brandy watch out for me from the door and Doug walk me to my car. And yet, I was still jumpy when bird flew out from underneath a car.

*on the phone in the car*
Jean: DON'T GO BACK!
Me: I have to... my boss want his Famous Star Combo!
Jean: No... just drive... go to Disneyland! Don't die!

About 2 hours later they caught the guy, it was announced over the PA that we were allowed to move. Not like we weren't, but it was nice to get permission.

The events of the rest of the day occurred in this manner: Backdrop. Drape walls. Centerpieces. Twinklelight and Drape buffet. Came home. Traffic was horrible. Had dinnner. Napped. Drove back. Teardown. Came home alive and quite happy. :) Goodnight and goodmorning.

I've been having some interesting dreams lately. One night, I dreamt that I saw my Nanang, only she had shoulder length hair like how she looked in some old pictures. I would say that she looked younger, but that would instill the mindset that she looked like she was in her twenties or teens. But she looked around 60, so I guess since she passed at 92, 60 is incredibly young. Anyways, in my dream, it was like I knew her, but didn't. Probably because I didn't recognize her that well, but once I did realize, I was sad. She then turned to me, smiled and said that everything was alright and that she was happier. She was... free. :) It was a beautiful feeling when I woke up that morning.

Quite the opposite from last night, where I dreamt that I went clubbing with Carlene (wearing matching striped shirts... but they were different colors I think and she wore a jean jacket over hers). They had renovated an old AMC 20 theater into a giant club and each individual theater was a different themed room. (good idea huh... I thought so to. MINE!) Anyways, so Carlene and I walked into this one room where there wasn't a lot of people, and were planning on walking out until they started playing TOXIC by Britney (which, by the way, has a very crappy video. I was disappointed and honestly didn't like the song as much afterwards. I'm ok now though.) so we stayed and danced. While dancing, we started getting molested on the dancefloor by Dustin Diamond (aka SCREECH) who just would not stop invading my personal space with his denim cock. (PA-POW!) And to make it worse, they stopped playing the Britney song halfway through and played something else (I don't remember what exactly, but it wasn't AS cool as the now defunct TOXIC.) Once we got out of the room, we looked outside the door to discovered that we had entered a SCREECH THEMED room in the club.

WHAA??

Exactly. Whaa.

West Covina has a brand spanking new Jollibee on the corner of Amar and Azusa, across the street from Seafood City. It makes you think... "What took them so long." For those who aren't familiar with it, Jollibee is a fast food chain in the Philippines where they have burgers, fried chicken (with rice!), various filipino dishes, and spaghetti. In fact, practically all the fast food places there spaghetti on their menu... even McDonalds. Anyways, Carlene and I were planning on getting food over at the Chow King in the area, but once we parked... we saw the newly opened Jollibee across the street, so we really didn't have a choice.

"There are white people inside the Jollibee."
-Carlene in the car as we're parking

It was quite a shock to see ethnicities other than my own inside. I guess its probably a culture shock for them to walk in and order spaghetti that's sweeter than normal and contains hot dogs in the sauce (thats the Filipino way!) or ordering food that you really can't pronounce. I had the hardest time when I went to Mi Piace with Tam, Lisa, and Melissa trying to pronounce some of those Italian dishes, which resulted in all of us butchering the beautiful language and pointing to the menu for confirmation. When I'm in authentic Chinese restaurants, I'm so grateful that they have numbers right after their dishes. Life is so much easier.

Hmmm... on a completely different topic, if I hear Michael Jackson be referred to as the "KING OF POP" one more time, I'm gonna puke. Really, King of Pop? Still? Former King of Pop, yeah I can deal with that. I don't know if he's guilty or not (although if it were a question of guilt against him being creepy and weird... guilty guilty guilty!), but I know that if I had kids, I soooo wouldn't let them sleep in the same bed with him. King of Pop or not. (Hey, that rhymes! I can write country music and rap now!)

I spent my morning at the Laundromat in Norco with Sarah and 350 chaircovers. It was great. :) Really. (And I say that in the most positive manner.) Anyways, the owner is this decrepit old woman who really doesn't do much except walk up and down the aisles wiping the machines down and telling customers how to do their laundry. Each time we go, I expect to hear her bitch at me.... I leave chaircovers in the washer for too long. I put my supplies a tad bit too close to the sink for her liking. I put too much soap in the machine and now she's whining about the flood of bubbles that are spilling onto the floor... blah blah blah. Like I can't see that for myself. :P But as grumpy and bossy as she is, she does make our stay quite enjoyable when she turns on the radio so that we aren't folding and avoiding the Norco crazyfolk in silence. Granted, its country, but I'mbeginingtolikeit.

Huh? What? Did I say something? Oh...

Anyways, since we're there at least every month (weekly during the wedding season) she's used to our faces and knows that we're there washing chaircovers. So I wasn't surprised when she came by today and made fun of our boss, who usually helps us load, leaves, and picks Sarah and I up several hours later when we're finished.

Decrepit old woman: So he leaves you guys here to do all the work huh?
Me: Oh no... Well he usually goes and works at the office or picks up supplies...
Decrepit old woman interrupts bitterly: THAT'S TO TYPICAL OF A MAN.

You know what was the first thing that came into my mind when she said that? "You must be single." Well, either that, or has been married for a loooong time to a husband who just can't fight anymore because she managed to suck the life out of him. Now THAT'S positive thinking!! I really have no point with this story, I just wanted to share it with you. Just some random crap. :)

Anyways, the city of Norco reminds me of something out of CHILDREN OF THE CORN. The city is a bit on the...how do you say... weird side. It makes Chino Hills look like booming Metropolis. The Laundromat smells like rabbit food. The newest building is a SIT AND SLEEP. There's a funeral parlor on one street, and next door to it is a former hamburger stand by the name of "NIP AND TUCK BURGERS."

Who wants to take a bite out of that?

Oh excitement... discovered that my DVD player IS able to play VCDs... so BRING ON THE FILIPINO MOVIES!! :) When my mom came back, she brought back "GOT 2 BELIEVE" and at first we were disappointed because we thought it wouldn't play. But last night, I was curious (see: bored) and decided to pop it in... and there was Claudine Baratto and Rico Yan overacting it up on my television. :) YAY! I think I'm gonna have to raid SEAFOOD CITY and check out the newest bomba flick.

I haven't been doing anything that really blogworthy lately... I mean who really wants to know all the sordid details of what entailed Saturday night? Exactly. NO ONE. ;) But I did cleanout my pores last night. Call me masochistic but I enjoy the pain of squeezing pores and seeing all that gross junk come out like one of those playdoh "noodle" thingies. But I don't enjoy it in that "oh baby squeeze that pore" way. That's just too weird.

The S is for SUPAH....

Hmmm... looks like next next weekend is gonna be THE weekend to look forward to since Robert "ROLO" Lopez AND Pete "DANCE" Holiday are coming down/out to LA for some fun. What to wear!? What to wear!? I really must go practice my smiling in the mirror now. :) :D ;} :O :>

Today was a nice little day where I got to spend some nice quality time with family. I helped Angel wax her car (apply, wait for wax to "haze" then buff!!) then came home and watched SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE with my mom. Good to know that old people fall in love. I still have a chance to plan that retirement home wedding since it feels like that's how mine is going to be at this rate. Anyways, the movie was really cute and although I never really go "THATS SO ME" when watching or reading fiction, I have to do it and say that "I can relate" to the Diane Keaton character, especially when she broke down crying and started writing. :) Also I came out of it really wanting the soundtrack. Talk about total "ear candy" with some great bossa nova and jazzy french tunes. :) Mmm sexy.

"Its not burgundy... its wine."

Erin came over this morning and after some catching up and gossiping, we did some planning flowers/decor-wise for her wedding. Oh my gosh, I'm really really excited for September. We were talking about colors and roses, bouquets and centerpieces... and I'm just eager to see how they will turn out in the whole picture. :) Not to mention the wedding itself and seeing Erin and her fiance tie the knot. AWWWW... shes like... a grown up now! Wow. :)

The only crappy thing was that they horrible neighborhood associated towed her car and we had to go shop to bail it out. Bastards. I only thought they tow at night... not during the day!! Yeah, beware to anyone who comes over here, park in a marked stall on the street. In fact, make sure you're parking PERFECTLY in it because Sonny got his car towed for being "out of the box." Serious... they're crazy, anal, greedy bastards.

Rest of my afternoon was pretty normal. I had a wedding over at the Four Seasons in Newport Beach were we put up our first "burgandy" ceiling drape, dressed head/cake tables and finished up with 200 white chaircovers with gold sashes. I know. You're like "Nicole... that's crazy! A BURGUNDY CEILING DRAPE?" But it came out looking pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. :) And it looked gorgeous with the gold... :) And to make things even better, since I worked tonight, I have tomorrow off to play! :) Hmmmm where to go... where to go?? ;)

Argh. I'm carless. Again.

I dropped my car off at a shop in the morning so that they can fix the compressor and look into a possible coolant leak. They said that they would be finish with it by closing.

That was yesterday. I've been waiting for "the call" all morning for me to go pick up the buggy.

tick... tick.... tick...

*I want Pete's babies*
TooMuchPete: On to more cheerful subjects... like bed... :-)
spaznik: oh no thank you pete holiday.. I won't be going to be with you...
spaznik: but thanks for the offer.
spaznik: really... its sweet.
TooMuchPete: :-(
TooMuchPete: I thought you said you liked me??
spaznik: i thought you said you didn't hear that...
spaznik: ok fine... you can name a pillow "nicole" but no hanky panky.
TooMuchPete: Neat!
TooMuchPete: Thank goodness I don't have a girlfriend... I'm sure she'd not be pleased by this turn of events.
TooMuchPete: Unless her name happened to be nicole and I conveniently neglected to tell her about this IM conversation.
spaznik: serious.... and she should be thankful that i'm not asking you to get a tattoo of my name on your ass...
spaznik: cause then that would stir up a LOT of questions.
TooMuchPete: *gasp*
TooMuchPete: What makes you think she'd ever get to see my hiney!?
spaznik: but we shall save that conversation for another night.
TooMuchPete: What kind of tramp do you think I am!?
spaznik: hello.. how are you going to have children that I'm going to kidnapp!!
TooMuchPete: lol...
TooMuchPete: We're adopting.
TooMuchPete: Me and my imaginary girlfriend.

Blogging for Jean's sake. she'll be bored at work. This will save her from having to entertain boys online who want to know what kind of panties she wearing. :)

Who's skankalicious now!! :P

My mom says I have no ass. I think I do. But she's convinced that I have none and that my body goes straight from my back to my thighs. No "butt." I say that I do because everyone has one... also if I bend my knees and arch my back you can see it. Anyways, in order to improve my "ass", and just for good practice, I've been hitting the gym with April for the past few days and intend to do it more constantly in the future. I guess this is different from the past because this is "hardcore" and while we ARE talking up a storm about the evils of MEN and making fun of the boy band on the treadmills and girls working out with makeup on... we are sweating and supporting each other as we groan and grunt to finish those damn situps. Although its harder and more painful to do cruches and laugh at the same time. But that in itself is difficult to avoid. :) Ahhh... so in the end, we're aching, but still having a good time.

OH! One of our weddings from the summer is featured in the current issue Southern California Modern Bride. :) (Pgs 62-64) How exciting huh... If you look really really REALLY close, you could see my centerpieces. OoOooo. Oh speaking of weddings, I started my classes on Monday. :) First of all, they are being held at the gorgeous Kellogg house at Cal Poly Pomona and just driving up that dark hill to the house is an experience itself and feels like a page out of "Wuthering Heights" or "Rebecca." Luckily I didn't have to purchase a parking pass from the school since its included in my fees. :) The class itself seems like its going to be very useful, but I do have a feeling that this class might have a "sorority" feel to it with all the women talking about weddings and whatnot. Suprisingly enough, theres ONE guy. And what isn't much of a suprise is that he's gay. :) Oh, did I mention we get wedding cake? SHOULD BE FUN! :)

Hey Petey!! I got the award!! Thanks!! :) Why didn't you call or anything?! I could have offered you cornflakes with vanilla flavored soymilk! :)

What a gorgeous night! :)

The Christmas tree was getting crunchy, so it was time to take down the Christmas decorations. Ahhh.... farewell Disco Angel. Until next year...

It seemed like the "end of the holiday" today. After taking down the decorations, I went over to Disneyland with Jean because over there, it was the last night of their holiday fireworks, snow, and haunted mansion. If only it can snow everynight at Disneyland. I swear, after all those pretty fireworks, once that snow starts falling on you with the nostalgic music in the backround, you can't help but feel caught up in the moment emotionally. I saw people around me become teary eyed. You just want to hug people around you and go "awwww." I guess thats the beautiful magic of Disney. Its oh so cheesy but effective.


Let it snow!!


I really need to see "A Nightmare Before Christmas..."

The night was fun and SOOOOOOO cold! Originally, we were gonna meet up with Petey, but by the time we had finally got in touch with him, he was leaving. (BOO!). But we were able to watch the fireworks with Jimmy and Sakura... and after going on Haunted Mansion, we ran into Mondo and watched FANTASMIC! By then, I was freezing and the completely insane Jean wanted to go on Splash Mountain. One castmember heard her talking about it, and suggested we run over to the ride before they closed it. So thats what Jean did. INSANE! We were the second to the last people on the ride for the night... last being a group of disney employees who went buck wild when it was time for their drop on camera. Oh what crazy kids...

Anyways, on a competely different topic...



Poor Penelope is sick. Nothing serious though, she's just having her period. I guess its the first time that we've had a female dog and since she's the "baby" in the family, this is a BIG DEAL. Carlene was knocking on my door at 5am to tell me the big news. I proceeded to sing Britney's "Not a Girl... Not Yet a Woman". Mom got Penelope this little diaper that she has to wear for the next 10 days. Poor thing looks pretty miserable in it... But she does look pretty hootchie in her shorts and shirt. Not to mention ridiculous. And yet, completely adorable. :)

As April would say... "I'm too ROCKSTARRED out."

Goodness gracious, this morning, I was paying for last night (MmMm Colombians) dearly when I had a wedding to decorate. But at least it wasn't TOO TOO big and I was about finish in 3 hours. THEN I came home and napped...

This is what happens with our little "lets go out" ritual (especially if we've already gone out the night before): Someone will say "lets go" when secretly they really don't feel it. Not because they don't enjoy the company, but because of being so tired from the night before. But they go anyways and a SPECTACULAR time. That was me today. Even when I woke up this morning and walked down the stairs, my legs were aching. I thought to myself "not tonight." HA!

So, the spot tonight was STARSHOES on Hollywood. :) The atmosphere was awesome!! It wasn't a posh place and was just really chill. And people were friendly. (Although I have yet to find one major asshole on my outings... lets hope I never do.) Anyways, so along for the ride in addition to our "usual" group of myself, Janelle and April, was Sonny, his friends from Canada, Melissa and Jasmine, who were really cool and fun to be around, and some of the Lucy girls. Unfortunately, Carlene couldn't come because she's sickies... :( BOO. The place though was getting really really crowded after some time and we attempted to go to a "goth club" but damn their cover. After some tipsy "wandering" down Hollywood Blvd (No sir, I won't kiss you.), we ended up at Dennys with Jill, Dielle, and Tracy... as well as Janelle's new homie and feasted on Samplers and Chicken Fried Steak. How typical. :)

Good times guys. We'll do this again another night. ;)

Not tomorrow though. I gotta rest. ;P

Ok. really quick.

What a GREAT night! :) Went out with April and met up with Manny, Carrie, and Amanda at JOYA in Beverly Hills. Well, that was after getting lost on Wilshire and quickly drinking in the car (parking lot.) Got in the club for free (Its amazing where a wink can get you) and drank a bit more and DANCED. :) (Sorry to Mr. Pete Holiday. But think about it, I never really talk to you on the phone so you should be happy that you have so many endearing messages.)

Afterwards, April and I went to a little after party with a group of Colombian guys. Let me say that Colombian guys are hot, AND sweet. They have nice accents.

;)

OH! For the very first time, I was offered pot. I just said "NO". I'm truly living an afterschool special.

Hmmm... there are things that you WANT to blog about, and at the same time you don't.

But let me just say... "OH MY GOODNESS."

Hellooooo 2004!!

Be good to me pretty please??