Friday, June 19, 2009
I am starting to run dry with ideas of what to name my entries. Especially the entries of my reflections of what happened this week. I feel like I'm starting to loose my creative touch in small doses. Maybe I'm being a little bitchy-esque about everything lately. Oh well. I have a reason. I'll do as I please.
Well, this week has been okay. I had the stomach flu for about two days. That was hell. On top of that I went on a crazy car ride to Yosemite national park with Charlene's family. We didn't enjoy that and we never want to go there again. We officially don't like nature.
I can't believe how much I didn't eat during my stomach flu. I ate as if I sampled everything and didn't like it or something. But I managed to finish my margarita. I don't want that to happen to me again.
Work has been fun. A little boring, but I've been messing around and saying my random things here and there again. I brought up the word FUPA and now we can't stop saying it. I shouldn't have brought that word up, although it's entertaining when one of our supervisors goes on "FUPA patrol" and tries to make us laugh while dealing on a black jack table or something. It's mean, and I really shouldn't have started it, but I can't help my outbursts sometimes. Everyone knows someone with a FUPA.
I've been watching a lot of these travel shows, like Rachel Ray's vacation, and Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations. I get so Jealous of these people. Yet, what goes through my mind is all sorts of random crazy thoughts. Like when Rachel Ray eats this nasty looking thing and goes "mmmmmMMmmmmm Yumm-O!" All that goes through my head is " oh no she didn't just eat that, ooooh no! spit that out!" Or when Anthony Bourdain eats some thing that looks literally like crap, I just have this odd grimace on my face, and people seem to walk in on me making these faces. I like to keep an open mind about things, but I can only go so far with what they eat. I was thinking of if I had my own Travel show, it would be so funny to see me get all disappointed because of the weird flavor, and try to smile while not liking the flavor or something but I can't. Or watch me give someone that look on my face when they try to make me run after a goat to kill or something. The look on my face saying " uhhhhmm, you do it." I think it would be funny to watch me do that stuff. Although I'd look like a prick, and I wouldn't actually do it. I'm too polite.
There is a lesbian cooking on The Food Channel. I don't know what show it is but a series of thoughts came to my mind.
One thought is how afraid of lesbians I can be when they are overly butch. When lesbians try to be too butch to the point where they act like some crazy nasty he-man, I get a little freaked out and it makes me not want to approach them at all. I remember I asked this really butch Lesbian at a gas station in Paso Robles where something was, she hella lowered her voice and yelled at me practically and I kinda took a small step back and said in a small voice " thank you heh heh h". That was probably how she really spoke, and meant no harm, but damn.
But I have nothing against lesbians. I just get a little freaked out when they have an extreme machismo complex ( I think I made that up ).
I also got a bad bad bad hair cut. I took a shot at going to someone fairly cheaper but unknown because my hairstylist (yes, I have one) is always off when I am off and I needed a trim. I told the lady how I wanted it, and how I wanted it to look choppy and razor cut, and she just insisted that it doesn't look good and I knew that it was going to be ugly the minute she took clippers to all sides of my head. I even showed her a picture and she ended up making it shorter than ever. And to make it worse, when I got home, I found out that she made it so uneven, cut my bangs in an bad spot, and made it longer on the wrong part of my hair which she insisted looked better. B!@#$%. I had to cut it and even it out just so I can do something with it. I was so mad. Everyone at work seems to like it. I had to put it in a pointy spike--okay faux hawk-- (It hurts my tongue to say) and it seemed to raise a hoot with everyone today. Of course, everyone loves that look at work though. I hate it.
I better sleep. I think tomorrow is my first Saturday off and I better not waste it sleeping in either.
Well, this week has been okay. I had the stomach flu for about two days. That was hell. On top of that I went on a crazy car ride to Yosemite national park with Charlene's family. We didn't enjoy that and we never want to go there again. We officially don't like nature.
I can't believe how much I didn't eat during my stomach flu. I ate as if I sampled everything and didn't like it or something. But I managed to finish my margarita. I don't want that to happen to me again.
Work has been fun. A little boring, but I've been messing around and saying my random things here and there again. I brought up the word FUPA and now we can't stop saying it. I shouldn't have brought that word up, although it's entertaining when one of our supervisors goes on "FUPA patrol" and tries to make us laugh while dealing on a black jack table or something. It's mean, and I really shouldn't have started it, but I can't help my outbursts sometimes. Everyone knows someone with a FUPA.
I've been watching a lot of these travel shows, like Rachel Ray's vacation, and Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations. I get so Jealous of these people. Yet, what goes through my mind is all sorts of random crazy thoughts. Like when Rachel Ray eats this nasty looking thing and goes "mmmmmMMmmmmm Yumm-O!" All that goes through my head is " oh no she didn't just eat that, ooooh no! spit that out!" Or when Anthony Bourdain eats some thing that looks literally like crap, I just have this odd grimace on my face, and people seem to walk in on me making these faces. I like to keep an open mind about things, but I can only go so far with what they eat. I was thinking of if I had my own Travel show, it would be so funny to see me get all disappointed because of the weird flavor, and try to smile while not liking the flavor or something but I can't. Or watch me give someone that look on my face when they try to make me run after a goat to kill or something. The look on my face saying " uhhhhmm, you do it." I think it would be funny to watch me do that stuff. Although I'd look like a prick, and I wouldn't actually do it. I'm too polite.
There is a lesbian cooking on The Food Channel. I don't know what show it is but a series of thoughts came to my mind.
One thought is how afraid of lesbians I can be when they are overly butch. When lesbians try to be too butch to the point where they act like some crazy nasty he-man, I get a little freaked out and it makes me not want to approach them at all. I remember I asked this really butch Lesbian at a gas station in Paso Robles where something was, she hella lowered her voice and yelled at me practically and I kinda took a small step back and said in a small voice " thank you heh heh h". That was probably how she really spoke, and meant no harm, but damn.
But I have nothing against lesbians. I just get a little freaked out when they have an extreme machismo complex ( I think I made that up ).
I also got a bad bad bad hair cut. I took a shot at going to someone fairly cheaper but unknown because my hairstylist (yes, I have one) is always off when I am off and I needed a trim. I told the lady how I wanted it, and how I wanted it to look choppy and razor cut, and she just insisted that it doesn't look good and I knew that it was going to be ugly the minute she took clippers to all sides of my head. I even showed her a picture and she ended up making it shorter than ever. And to make it worse, when I got home, I found out that she made it so uneven, cut my bangs in an bad spot, and made it longer on the wrong part of my hair which she insisted looked better. B!@#$%. I had to cut it and even it out just so I can do something with it. I was so mad. Everyone at work seems to like it. I had to put it in a pointy spike--okay faux hawk-- (It hurts my tongue to say) and it seemed to raise a hoot with everyone today. Of course, everyone loves that look at work though. I hate it.
I better sleep. I think tomorrow is my first Saturday off and I better not waste it sleeping in either.
Okay FUPA = Fat Upper Pelvic Area? If so, LOL.
"Uhmmm, you do it," should be done by everyone. Hehehe.
I'm also scared of really masculine lesbians. Although I do have to admit, I had a crush on a lesbian once, because she looked like a really cute guy.
Ahhhhh, haircuts! I know what you mean. When they don't listen and just do whatever they want and you have to wait for it to grow back (and never return again, unless of course the price drops again :p). It'll grow back but at least it's turning some heads eh? Hehehe.