shed-jool

Between now and January 9, I only have 3 weekends free. How depressing is that! Of course, I won't be complaining that 2 of those busy weekends will be in Europe and 2 will be in Mexico, heh. But STILL!

Thought: Is social elitism prevalent in our common lives today? Who knows. I tend to think so, only because I can walk into a store in Union Square, and if my hair is greasy from the gym (or just greasy in general), the salesperson will snub me. Yet the next person in is a man in a suit, and they're all licking the tiles beneath his feet. Not that I'm a bitter member of the working-class, but this has miffed me lately. Especially since I find it to be VERY prevalent in certain circles I find myself in. I respect someone who has worked hard to be where they're at, but we're all just people. I kind of feel the same way with saints--people pray to saints, and yet they're just (dead) people. What makes them any different, really? There is a big difference between admiring someone's accomplishments or character, and treating them much differently than their/your peers. This is challenging in a city where I'm constantly trying to please those around/above me, and yet walking by crazy people on the streets who walk up and grab my arm and speak gibberish to me. Obviously I don't want to be grabbed by someone who smells like urine, but I'd like to think that doesn't have anything to do with the person, as much as it does with the stench. We're all just trying to get by, right? In our own way?

Granted, some are after different things than others, but it seems like I've noticed even more than usual the fierce drive of people after things that just don't matter. Myself included. Yikes. All this isn't to say the symbolic capital of some people doesn't make sense, but there is a difference between that and and social elitism based solely on possession or idolatry for one reason or another, and as we all know, too much of a good thing...We're hypocrites of our own creed, "We hold these things to be self-evident, that all men are created equal...", and I might add, "and remain equal despite our own strivings to set ourselves above others." Mission: study the Constitution.

Not to rant or anything, just a thought. This is probably the most confusing post ever.

On to infinitely more superficial things. I was sitting at my desk this morning, when an email pops up from my coworker. Subject Line: "MAN OVERBOARD!!!" So I open it, and saw this (click to enlarge):

I happen to really like this vest I'm wearing, AND have gotten many compliments on it. See?


If you can ignore the creepy Easter Bunny peeping over my left shoulder (wtf?!), you might notice that the vest, although very warm and cute looking, DOES actually resemble a life preserver. Hhh. My badge there is even like the little pull-cord to inflate it. Maybe I SHOULD have been a stewardess afterall.

I've also decided to resurrect the quote of the day. So here you are:
"Most people don't realize that two large pieces of coral painted brown and attached to the skull with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer."
-Jack Handey

Nolan: 8 days!
Europe: 12 days!

On the topic of memories...

Since we revisited college a bit yesterday, I thought we'd take another final glance at my life 2+ years ago, when the Villa was alive and well in Davis. Besides surviving on cereal, I usually also supplemented my appetite with one of Jennie's creations. I swear to you that this woman baked at least 1 cake or batch of cookies a day. It was SO hard to stay in shape :( Here we have our culprit in action:

Also, she told me that her British friends simply cannot comprehend why we would refer to each other as "ho", when it is clearly SUCH a derogatory and offensive term...ho!


Speaking of forgotten things from college: apparently I forgot to wash my bucket o' hats and scarves that Milo had peed in, because I wore a beanie last night on my walk with Nolan, and every time the wind blew, I caught a whiff of...something nasty. I guess just wearing a hat full of moldy old piss for an hour really had an effect, because this morning Nolan kissed the top of my head, and said, "Whoa. That piss smell really stuck. Still there." and then sprayed perfume all over my hair to mask the stench. Sigh.

On a brighter note, Brystal and Chelsea are coming for the weekend to visit, and it is actually supposed to be sunny! So yes...maybe I will break my vow to not sit in the sun, because I am starting to resemble the Cullens more than I should :( Also, Bay to Breakers is this Sunday, and maybe I will get out and take pictures, or maybe we will hide indoors to avert our eyes from the random naked people, stench of vomit/beer, and mass chaos. Maybe.

Christmas must be on its way

As much as I adore my husband, sometimes I really enjoy my time alone. Like, not even alone, but I mean...living alone. Heh. Like last night for example? He was at the hospital since yesterday morning until 8am this morning, and so I stayed at the gym as long as I wanted, I took a long shower, I walked around looking frumpy, I ate a bowl of cereal for dinner at 8:30pm, and then I watched The Office in bed until I could no longer keep my eyes open. I'm a very independent person, and I am starting to think that is going to come in handy being a doctor's wife. On the other hand, who wouldn't miss coming home to this:

Instead, I came home to an overexcited Milo, who alternated between jabbing his filthy paw into my cereal and chewing on an electric socket.

You know, San Francisco never ceases to amaze me. I have seen all manner of things here, and it just never gets old. I mean the homeless woman peeing on a mailbox RIGHT outside of a Starbucks gets old, but sometimes I see things that are just...bizarre. Like:

I stop for a second, pull out the iPhone to take a picture, and then keep walking to catch my Muni to work. Because why wouldn't I have expected to see snow on a curb by the beach this morning.

I've fallen and I can't get up

Here I sit, slowly digesting my Razzles, and deciding that I don’t like Fridays. I think Fridays and Tuesdays are my least favourite days of the work week. Tuesdays: obviously the worst day because you are not EVEN to the halfway point and already tired from Monday and it drags by. Fridays: you know the weekend is just around the corner, yet still you watch the clock tick by every minute, longing for freedom. *sigh*

I am on the hunt for the impossible: cheap, trendy, but yet comfortable and professional shoes. Payless has those of the first two varieties, but my feet usually feel like they’ve been in a food processor all day after wearing them. Aerosoles has the third variety, but theirs are frumpy. The only pair I actually own that meets all of the above, are from high school, and are a size too big (I obviously had no idea how to take care of myself in HS). Help me find shoes. I’m desperate.

I am realizing now that my social life is suffering in more ways than one because I am so tired from work. Woe to me for not keeping up on my blogs! Look what I JUST found that J.Nobbity wrote for me and Nolan on her blog! EEEEE!!!

Expect great things soon. Like: I guest-blogged for The Pretty Analyst (coming soon!), and I am getting a blog makeover. Yep. It’s time it looked a little neater and maybe more…open? And I think Nolan deserves and upgrade and can now join Milo and I on the front page. Also, ylehsa has been bugging me to ditch the vomit (which I fondly call PEACH) colour of the background and go…something else. What do you think?

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