Monday, September 29, 2003

After taking a look at Tony's, Eric's and Jason's neat little picture features from Buzznet, I knew I had to get one too. You may have noticed the four most recent pictures that I have added on the right. Hopefully I will get my camera headset soon or my camera fixed.

Friday, September 26, 2003

I'm sad. Yesterday, I was dumb and dropped my camera and now it's all funky and messed up. The camera no longer adjusts itself to the lighting and it seems like part of the shutter is constantly stuck. My poor little baby. I'm used to carrying it around with me in my pocket or my purse everywhere I go, and now I feel naked without it. I might just have to bring it into the camera doctor this weekend to get it all fixed up and better.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Can somebody please explain to me how I lose so much hair everyday and am not yet bald? I don't understand it. There is no possible way that my hair is growing at the rate that I am losing it. I know that it's pretty normal for girls with long hair to lose a lot of hair throughout the day, but lately, I have been losing literally handfulls of hair a day. I'm worried. I'm pretty used to contantly pulling hair off my clothes and picking up a considerable amount when I brush my hair, but at the rate I'm going at now, I'm going to be bald in a month. Maybe it's time to get a haircut.

Monday, September 22, 2003

I went to a sports tournament this Saturday to see some old friends, cheer my brains out, and of course, watch my man kick some butt. One of Bertrand's greatest loves is to play volleyball. Before I had even met Bertrand, I knew about his reputation with volleyball. If his name was mentioned, something regarding volleyball usually followed. When we became friends, I would hear about him going to tournaments to play here and there with his friends. Being from a volleyball family myself (my brother played) and having been to many volleyball games and tournaments, it was nice to hear how much he loved the game. Yet, for some odd reason I had never actually seen him play. There were a couple of times where I would take out a volleyball and ask him to teach me, but after all the screams and ouches on my part, we usually stopped after a couple of minutes. I had seen him pepper with my brother before, but never seen him actually play competitively. I saw him play this weekend, and my heart was overwhelmed with pride. I saw all his dives and spikes and jump serves at the opposing team. At one point, a couple of guys in the crowd started yelling at the other team, "Don't hit it to him!" After nearly a year of being together and the couple of years that we have been friends, I finally got to see what all the fuss was about.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

I got to dance with Goofy. He was a great dancer, a little clumsy and stepped on my feet a couple of times, but otherwise it was wonderful.

So...the cruise was fun. I ate waaayy too much good food and spent a lot of time in the sun. I ate as soon as I woke up, did a couple of things, ate a couple of hours later, and then ate again a few hours after that. I almost died when they had a dessert buffet with all of my favorite food groups, chocolate, cheesecake, and...chocolate. Even though it was a Disney cruise, they had plenty of activities for adults and non-kiddie people. There was plenty to do with lots of shows, activities, and movies. We ported at St. Maarten, St. Thomas, and Castaway Cay. St. Maarten was half French and half Dutch. It was interesting to see the different types of people and the culture that they have there. St. Thomas was gorgeous and had some grrrreat shopping! The beaches were clean and the water was warm and clear. Ahh...I miss it already.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

While waiting in the airport last week, I started to wander around and ended up at a bookstore. In one of the new arrivals racks was a book that was titled, 'Why Girls Are Weird'. Thinking that it was a weird title that was probably some handbook for guys or something, I picked it up and started to read the back cover. That's when I realized that it was a novel about blogging. haha. A fiction book centered around the idea of blogging and how a girl created a blog. She started to write about things that weren't true and people started to fall in love with that fake person. Somehow her real life and her blog life got intertwined and she had to try to keep all of her lies straight and make some big decisions.

I've seen a few books on how to blog or about what blogging is in general, but this is the first fiction novel I have seen centered around blogging. Interesting.

I was telling my coworkers about the book today during lunch and thought that it would be interesting if the author had a blog with Blogger because the title of the book sounded pretty familiar. I did a Google search for Pamela Ribon, the author and found her blog which is hosted with us.


Monday, September 15, 2003

Home sweet home. No matter how fun it is to travel and to see different parts of the world, it is always nice to come home. I just got back from a long awaited weeklong trip to Florida and the Caribbeans with my family. We had planned on taking this trip a couple of years ago, but we encountered some obstacles and different things happened that caused us to push it back until this year. We took a Disney Cruise to the Caribbeans and Bahamas and managed to avoid the hurricanes the entire time. I didn't get sea sick at all or even air sick from the plane ride from California to Florida. I'm quite proud of myself...and the Dramamine. Although I didn't get sick on the plane rides, I did get to 'experience' some fun with the man who reaked of B.O. and sat next to me during the 6 hour flight. He also loved to lift up his armpits every few seconds just to torment me. I ended up pulling out a gigantic bag of chips and eating each one very slowly so that I could smell the Sour Cream n' Onion rather than the man. I think that I must have passed out from the smell sometime during the flight but then was awakened by the extremely LOUD laughing and singing from a large man who sat behind me and the newborn baby crying in the row ahead of me. That was on the flight to Florida. Today, on the flight home, I sat next to a man with a fairly large beer belly. He was a very nice man who was just a little cramped in the teeny space that they gave us. After the plane took off, he fell asleep and snored a little bit, but I didn't mind since he seemed to be a very nice man. However...I did get uncomfortable when he started to scratch the bottom of his belly in his sleep and continued to do so for most of the flight. There was nothing bad about it...but I felt like I was seeing something that I shouldn't have and was really uncomfortable.

Anyways, I'm home now and a little tired. I'll tell you about my trip when I have more energy.

Thursday, September 04, 2003

I am going to be away for the next week and during the time that I will be away is my blog's 1st Birthday! I started a blog out of curiousity and it turned into something that I absolutely love having. So much that I even work for Blogger now! Throughout this past year, this blog has moved from my simple school site to my very own domain. I've met so many people and made many new friends through it. What a great year!

Happy Birthday dear blog, I am sorry that I won't be here to celebrate but I will make it up to you. I promise. =)
During my four years in college, I was lucky enough to find a great group of friends who I not only spent my time with but also lived with. We all met our freshman year in the dorms and lived on the third floor across the hall from each other. Once the first year was over and we had gained our freshman 15, it was time to move out of the dorms and into our very own apartment. There were five of us and it was great. Not only did I get to have great roommates, but I also got to live with my best friends. Late at night we after we all went to bed, there was always one of us who woke up in the middle of the night who went to the other rooms to gather the others for a 'bonding night'. At about 3 or 4 in the morning, we would all gather in one room spread out on the beds, trundles, and chairs and just lie there and talk about life until the wee hours of the morning. Many marveled at how all five of us were so alike and got along so well. We had the same interests and dealt with situations in a similar way. It was almost too good to be true.

One of the girls moved out of the apartment our Junior year for various reasons and we were left with the task of finding another roommate. The girl who moved out suggested one of her friends who also happened to be looking for a place. (We all swear that she was scheming to screw us over, although she probably didn't know at the time) . Since none of us really knew her, but badly needed another roommate, we asked her to come live with us. And that...was when all hell broke loose.

This girl was so different from us in every way. Imagine a drama queen....and multiply that by 1000. In the beginning of her lease with us, she didn't really live there because she lived with her boyfriend. Until the day that his parents (devoted Muslims) caught the two in his apartment and literally chased her out of the apartment screaming. That was when she started to actually live with us 8 months after her lease started. A week later she came home with a swollen face and a black eye after taunting some random person and getting socked in the face. She had no respect for others around her nor did she ever learn simple courtesy. She left her open unused pads on the counter in the bathroom, rarely ever took a shower, or did her laundry. It was disgusting. One day, we took out all of her stinky laundry and put at the front door along with laundry detergent. Even though none of liked her, we thought that we would be nice and invite her on our road trip to Reno. Before we had even gotten out of Davis, she had made a scene at the gas station while we were pumping gas for our trip. She jumped out of the car and screamed, cried, cussed at us until her entire face was red and our faces red from embarrassment. After many many many similar episodes of drama had happened, every single one of my roommates had gotten into a fight with her and stopped talking to her....except me.

It was bound to happen. I had not gotten into a fight with her the 2 years that she lived with us, but at the end of the year, I had stopped going out of my way to talk to her and avoided her at all costs. I thought I was homefree when graduation came around. The night of my graduation, many of my friends and family had come to celebrate the event. After the ceremony, a few of us stopped by my apartment so that I could gather up my duffel bag for the weekend. On our way out of the apartment, I heard a *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* coming behind me on the stairs. The crazy roommate swung open the front door and chased me, my family, and my friends out the door, through the pool gate screaming at me for not inviting her to my graduation. Uh...I wonder why. As she followed after me screaming and hoping to get a rise out of me, I continued to walk my path and ignore her. This drove her even crazier. My family and friends stared at her in awe....could this really be happening? The saddest part of this whole story is that I am not exagerrating one bit...if anything I'm undermining the craziness.

Last week I received a voicemail from the crazy girl on my cellphone. She spent about 3 minutes telling me that I needed to call her back and blah blah blah. My phone died that very same day and I lost all of the phone numbers that I had stored in it....including hers. Darn.

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

I love three day weekends. But you know what I love more than three day weekends? A weeklong vacation. Oh yesssss....finally. I'm going on a little vacation with my family next week and can't wait!

For the past two weekends, I have gone up to San Francisco. The Bay Area really is a beautiful place. Last weekend Bertrand took me on a surprise dinner cruise on the bay for my birthday. It was so romantic. The sky was clear, the fog had not yet rolled in, and we were able to view the whole city in lights and the surrounding bridges. The boat went under the Golden Gate Bridge and then came back to go through the rest of the bay. I never realized how big the bridge really is.

This past weekend, Bertrand's college friends got married. The event took up the entire day and was a bit tiring although still very nice. I have never seen a wedding so meticulously planned. A timeline was sent out to those participating in the wedding marking nearly every 5 minutes and every detail possible. It was kind of funny. They also had not one, but two receptions in one day! Overall it was a very nice day, although at the end of the day, I was exhausted. I can't even imagine how tired the bride and groom must have been.