I am completely spoiled by the company I work for. They bought us Spiderman tickets for opening day so I take Beeker, my sister, and her friend Sterling. I expected them to overdo the movie, almost like what they did with Matrix Revolutions. Instead, it was cute and goofy. It was just what I hoped for. Some of it seemed so random and cheesey but once Beeker filled me in on some of the references, it made a lot more sense.

Good morning! I woke up to someone scraping a shovel on the sidewalk outside my window. Bastard. It was only 7am! Back to the point of this entry. I'm not crying but definitely sore from the run yesterday. It's a good sore though. I'm such a baby.

My reward: Spiderman and Stinger Lounge

Vince (a coworker) mentioned a running group they just started a couple of weeks ago. They run to this hill behind the office every day and I got coaxed into it. For people that know me real well, they know i'm not a runner. I almost *hate* running because it makes my lungs feel like they're about to explode. (yes, I'm a big baby!) The closest thing I got to doing some crazy cardio workout was hiking up Upper Yosemite Falls with the girls. Francey (one of my close girl friends) paced me and taught me how to listen to my heartbeat so that I wouldn't freak out. So today, running about two miles, I kept listening to my coworkers' directions and remembered everything Francey told me. It worked and I got through the run. Right now though, my body hurts and I'm sure tomorrow morning I'll be crying. Hopefully, if I keep it up, I won't be feeling this way in a few weeks.

I just got back from having dinner at Whole Foods with Eric. It's always fun to catch up with him outside of work, especially over some yummy food. He's still trying to get me to watch Farenheit9/11 with him. He knows I'm on the fence about it.

It's Saturday night and I *grounded* myself. The last few weekends I've gone out (marathon style) too much that by the time the weekend was over, I was more tired than when the weekend started. It defeated the whole purpose of learning to recoop for the upcoming week. To top that off, I've been going out on the weeknights more often too. So tonight, it's Saturday and the world is probably partying. Me? I'm staying home to bond with the bed and my tv... Mmmm

For the most part of this week I've been completely scatterbrained. I completely forgot about certain appointments I had. I was a bit clumsy and zoning out. I even caught myself smiling for no apparent reason (or so I thought). My coworkers even picked up on it before I could let it sink in. It's this random giddiness that makes everything all right all of the sudden. Everything's just simple and it all makes sense.

It was a pleasant surprise that came from no where, when I least expected or wanted it. And if you know me, you know that I *heart* surprises, especially the ones that leave this enveloping warmth in the pit of your tummy that creeps up on you every time you catch yourself smiling to yourself.

despite a headache, two stupid parking tickets, and coming into work late....today is an absolutely fabulous day =) *curtsie*

Wiggling Torture

I *hate* feet. I don't know how or when it started, but I just know I absolutely am mortified by the thought of anything that has to do with feet. You can't touch my feet. You can't stare at my feet. Better yet, don't even show me your feet.

Some people have foot/toe fettishes. What do I have? A phobia! Maybe it was when my mom would dig her feet into me to keep them warm? Or maybe it was when my dad would cut my toenails and they'd end up looking all ugly. More recently, it was an old coworker that used to love to take his shoes off and wiggle his toes or put his feet up near me. (Gawd, the thought of these things in my head is absolute torture! How am I writing about this?)

Ask Kimmy. We both realized we were going through the same self inflicted torture a while ago. (You'd think we could just ignore them, right?) Damn hilarious but cool coz at least I know I'm not alone.

Too lazy to give a descriptive update on the weekend so here's the highlights..
* Ly's going away bbq/ Loft 11
* lunch with beeker and my sister/ No Doubt & Blink 182 concert with duckie/ 1015 with the girls/ Lucky Chances with beeker/ crazy insomnia/ disturbing dream that I can't remember
* shopping&cooking for Pops Day at home/ coconut tummy ache/ church/ Le Cheval/ thinking rut

The heart can be pretty damn stubborn. Why can't my heart just listen to my mind?

Update: My heart told my mind to f@ck off...ha ha *giddy*

damn freakin Lakers... oh well, next year's another season of good basketball.

(Since I've been sleeping since Sunday, I'll pretend today's Monday.) It seems like there were two main parts to the weekend. First and foremost, spending time with the girls is definitely the only way to recharge. Despite the distance between the 5 of us and our busy work schedules, we all manage to make time for each other, even if we haven't seen each other in months. As mentioned in my previous post, Sisca's bday celebration was this past weekend and absolutly nothing was going to get in the way of our quality time with each other. Lisa's been in Boston finishing up med school so it was Sis, Debbers, Francey, and moi!

Friday was chill night for the most of us, but I ended up heading to the south bay after work for a friend's birthday at Gordon Biersch, with some downtown SJ barhopping afterwards. It ended up becoming what seemed like a Cal Poly reunion everywhere we went(Happy Bday Tim!). It was definitely a good idea that I was DD coz I needed to save the energy for the remaining weekend's festivities.

Saturday starts with the second interesting part of the weekend. The city is full of interesting characters, and for most people, it's the place to be seen/met especially if you're single. In our case, however, we were out to have fun and dance up a storm - no need for 'boys' to complicate our quality time together. In my opinion, there's a time and place for meeting good people and clubs don't usually end up being at the top of my list. Saturday night was an exception to my rule, though. We met a couple of guys that genuinely wanted to hang out and dance - none of the stupid pick up lines or sly attempts to woo themselves into your pants.

Sunday continued with a daytime party. I call one of the guys from the night before to come out and play, even though I doubt they can make it. To my surprise, the new buddies show up and again, it's a happy fun day. We even bump into lots of other friends from the past, including some of my high school friends. Lots of pictures and lots of good times. It was a perfect way to end a really fun weekend.

After a much needed, good weekend with the girls and other friends (new and old), I'm stuck in bed sick. As the girls would say, "That's so 'Snodrift'."

Happy Birthday Sisca!!!

Congratulations Adrian!

Today, I woke up to a phone call from my cousin, Adrian. "Are you coming to my graduation today?"

The ceremony was so cute, especially the presentation of diplomas. Each one of them had these handmade graduation caps with their handprints on the top of them. The tassle was a lollipop, moved from one side to the other once they got their diplomas. It was almost impossible to get a shot of the class without some super proud parent's head and camera in the way.

This morning was even a bit more sentimental to me because despite Adrian and I's huge age difference, we shared the same kindergarten teacher, the same classroom, and the same memories. My kindergarten teacher even recognized me and couldn't believe how much time had passed. Again, I was a sap.

I don't even want to imagine how I'll be when it's my own child graduating from kindergarten.

I think I'm finally accepting the fact that I really want what I can't have. Not something taken, but rather something that doesn't seem to exist. I want what keeps me on my toes. I want what challenges me rather than what whatever it is that bores or sterilizes me. I have no time or patience for the stupid, immature crap. You'd think that's totally obvious, right - a given perhaps?

I thought it was a phase that I would grow out of. It's not a phase, though. Blah.

Another chilled out Friday night. I went to go see Harry Potter with a friend of mine visiting from LA. Despite the long wait in line and the noisy people sitting behind us during the movie, it was still worth it! I'm so ready to drop the book I'm reading right now and reread my Harry Potter books.

Naked...

Get your mind out of the gutter. When you're cell phone-less, don't you feel damn naked? I guess I didn't realize just how much I depend on it. Yesterday, I reported my phone "lost". Thank gawd for insurance! I'll have a new phone sent to me within 2-3 business days. So if you're trying to get a hold of me til then, sorry! You can find me at home or at work.

Looking Back...

It was 1995 and I was just ending my sophomore year in college. 6 of us decided to start a new chapter of aKDPhi at Cal Poly SLO. It's now 9 years later and after attending part of aKDPhi Convention this past weekend, I am so absolutely proud of the SLO House for all their hard work and dedication in carrying on the charter class' goals. Looking back, the feeling I had this weekend was the same emotional, touched feeling I had when I crossed as a Charter. Thanks for bringing it back!

Cal Poly SLO aKDPhi, Omicron Chapter! Hells yeah!

On a similar sidenote, congrats to my kiddies at UIUC aKDPhi for getting Associate status this year at convention! I'm so very proud of you all and again, so touched for being able to share this moment with you!