san franblogging

Greetings from the City by the Bay, aka my favorite city in California, aka my former home at one time, aka SAN FRANCISCO. What better way to spend my two days off in a row, woo! Mental vacation yay! One of my biggest regrets, yes I have a few, is moving away from San Francisco after college. I guess things happen for a reason and boys come and go from my life, etc etc. I just love this city and I still want to move back. This time I think I'm going to set a time frame. I figure now while I have a shitty job is a good time to plan a move. We'll see.

I arrived last night. I have flown Virgin Atlantic and had claimed that it has the best coach seats out of all the airlines. Well, I flew Virgin America and it was equally awesome. Seats are not too tight and there is a ton of leg room. It's also visually awesome. There are purple and blue lights and white seat backs with tvs for everyone. It just has a fun fresh style, plus free games and movies/music for all. OH, and you can chat seat to seat..wtf? I almost wished I wasn't alone because it would have been fun to chat on the plane. You can totally chat with seat 10b from seat 20A...it's pretty sweet.

Today I went to the De Young museum to see the Yves Saint Laurent exhibit. Amazing pieces of clothing, I can't even describe them. Works of art really. I stopped at USF on the way back to get a drink and check out the campus. I went downtown afterwards to hang out before going to my brother's house for dinner. My niece is the awesomest. She's ridic. I hadn't seen her in two years. She's quite the character. She seems pretty smart and talks it up, in both English and Russian, no problem. It was a good visit.

Now I'm drinking a ridiculously over priced tall can and watching one of my netflix movies that I've had for a month now. Oye. My other one I've had for 3 months. I'm just gonna mail it back. Tomorrow night I leave =( So sad. I'm not sure what I'll do tomorrow. I have to check out by noon and my flight isn't until 8something. I'll probably just hang out around here since it's supposed to be sunny tomorrow. There's a free museum downstairs I can go check out. Of course I won't want to leave. I never do. It sucks. I love my fog and cold weather, fresh sea air, foghorns, and everything else. Ugh, I need a longer vacation. Maybe soon, maybe east.

week of the weak

So I had a few "celeb" sitings, as always, last week. First was Rachel Leigh Cook. She's totally cute and nice and I'm not sure what else she's been in that I've actually seen except that one teen movie she did with Freddie Prinze Jr. Yeah that's right, She's All That. You know you saw it too so SHUT UP.

Next. Kim Kardashian. Famous for absolutely nothing but having a rich deceased father and a mom that remarried rich. Smart women. To some she may be famous for her fat ass. Okay let me be the one to break it to you all, it's not that big. She's not that tall and probably a size 5 and all she probably does are a lot of assercizes to make her ass super toned. That is all. If I lost 20lbs and worked out I'd look just like her. Me and my fat assssssssssssssssssssss.

I actually had the weekend off, yay. Unfortunately I was deathly ill on Saturday due to what could be an array of things...too much alcohol, something I ate, or a dirty homogay trying to drug me. So, my friend Ben is back in town, yay, so that means going out to gay bars and such. I never really went out in WeHo so I was like awesome sure! We headed out and our first stop was Fiesta Cantina for a margarita. Yummy. Then after man watching we went to The Abbey which I have really wanted to go to considering the only Abbey I've ever been too was the one in San Francisco and it's pretty different considering it's an Irish pub- I'm talking F.O.B. Irish men. Anywho, we had a snack and another drink and hung out. Met a cool dude and decided after awhile to go back to Silverlake and go to Akbar instead. At this point I'm nicely buzzed and having an awesome time.

We get back home and I'm ready to go to Akbar so we walk down the street and this is where my night goes all WRONG. I was fine, absolutely fine until I started drinking there. I think I may have had one or 2 gin and tonics. I danced some, chatted with an old school friend some, danced some more and was having a great time. Then I vaguely remember leaving, don't remember coming home, or walking into my room, or changing into my pjs...the only thing I remember is waking up being like wtf at vomit on my pillow case and sheet. I then looked into the trashcan, which had found its way next to my bed, and realized that I had thrown up in it. Really? I DON'T REMEMBER THAT. Cut to the morning when I wake up DYING. Head swirling and my stomach in the worst condition ever. Now, I'm not going to lie, I've drank way more and never been sick. I have had more, on an empty stomach, gotten sick but not to the extent of this SICKNESS. I couldn't move all day. I was bed ridden for most of the day except for the times I went to the porcelain throne or when I stepped outside to get some air. I couldn't even hold down water. It was a mess. I can't drink for at least a week or forever depending on my liver. I'm just like what the hell happened? Here are a few ideas- my body decided to lower my tolerance for alcohol thus giving me minor alcohol poisioning, I ate something fishy, literally that didn't agree with everything else in my stomach + booze, a gay man spiked my drink with the intention of making me his fag hag by blacking me out so he could steal me away to his gay boy wonderland....WHO KNOWS. All I know is that it was terrible and my stomach still doesn't feel as strong yet. Oh well

I finally got a haircut yesterday. I found this spot up the street (shameless plug for Refuge) and got an awesome haircut for a pretty decent price considering the time spent cutting it and the outcome. I'm pleased.

Right now I'm just thinking of jobs to look for unless the one I'm in starts paying out. Commission? What commission? I'm not getting any and haven't been for a month which means I'm getting checks smaller than an In n' Out worker. Yeah, that's right. I'd like to give a big FUCK YOU to all the skanks that return clothing. You know who you are, I see you, we all know who you are and avoid you all like the plague. The Returners. Those cheap bastards that wear clothes and return them. We know you wear them, it's so obvious, how do you not feel embarassed or ashamed. Especially all of you that return clothing purchased well over 6 months ago. You tasteless bastards are ruining my life. If you can't afford the clothes, don't buy them and return them months later and repeat. I'm in debt to my job because of you shameless cunts. And if you do wear them, since you have the tags cut off already, just wash them. I'm sick of smelling your night clubs, moth balls, B.O. and other filth that permeates that clothing that you shove in our faces to get your money back. DIE ALL OF YOU.

Happy Monday, Bitches!

prop 8

Proposition 8 is such horseshit. For anyone that happens to read this and is not from California, and/or has been living under a rock, Prop 8 pretty much bans gay marriage. Whether you love or hate the gays, everyone should be able to get married. Everyone is entitled to the same misery as all the other people married and bitter. Since Prop 8 passed, meaning the ban was reinstated, there have been protests galore up and down California and now it's spread nationwide. This Saturday there are supposed to be protests across the country about the marriage ban. There have been protests in Los Angeles almost everyday since the election. Last Saturday, one of the protests happened to be in front of my house, for reals. Being the fair person I am, I feel anyone should be able to marry so I checked it out. There were THOUSANDS of people and it was pretty organized and put together. It did not get out of hand at all and it was civil. Anywho, I hope this shit goes to the Supreme Court and everyone gets the right to marry and live miserably everafter yay!

celeb sitings

I love seeing celebrities and such because they never look anything like they do in the pictures with all their make up and air-brushing. They're real, normal people...imagine that. Anywho, these two gems frequented my job with in the last week.
Yes, she's blonde again, and no she did not have her sunglasses on. In fact, I almost doubted myself, but I got confirmation from other co-workers that it was her. She just looked to tired and normal, kinda like me. HA! They're human after all!

John Rzeznik? Or is it Johnny? Because his shit says John. If your name is John why make it longer? I digress. At first I wasn't sure, but then I was like oh come on THIS FACE, of course it's him. I've never been a fan of the Goo Goo Dolls, but whatevs, a sale is a sale. Thanks dude!

Oh, and Phoebe Price comes in often enough for me not to blog about it each time. I LOVE her mom Flora. She's such a sweetie and chats it up all the time. In fact, it's about time they come in for a visit. I know they're back from Sweden!

reflection of the election

I was never one to vote. In high school I cast empty ballots or just didn't do them. I could give two shits who the prom queen should be or the class president. whatever. I could have voted in the 2000 election and the 2004 election but refused to register. I have issues with our voting system and the "democracy" of it all. However, this year I was just nervous. Nervous that the same person would be re-elected in a different body. I didn't like either candidate really and quite honestly did not follow the election until around September. So to save myself the guilt of having another 4 years of Bush policies, and to be able to bitch and whine about politics, I registered to vote a few days before the deadline. Now that I've voted, I don't see myself really voting again, except maybe in local elections. I was extremely disappointed with the voting system and think it's even more flawed than before.

I arrived at my polling place with my letter saying I'm registered and my voter booklet to read up on the 101 propositions that CA/LA had. I go in only to find out that I'm not on the list. Therefore, I had to fill out a provisional ballot. What a buzz kill. My first voting experience and my vote gets counted next to last? LAME. On top of that, they don't check IDs?! WHAT THE FUCK? How is that possible? So they just go by signatures? Because that's legit. I could have sent anyone in there to vote for me and they could have done it. I didn't feel satisfied or proud, I felt gypped. By the time most of the results were in and/or projected, my lone vote was probably close to being counted. Probably counted well after the results were set in stone so it really didn't matter. Will I vote in the next election? Who knows, as of now I'm leaning towards no.

On that note, I hope this Presidency works out better than the last one. Obama has a lot of promises and people have high hopes so I hope he doesn't disappoint. I'm just glad to see some diversity in the Whitehouse. Oh, and did everyone forget that Obama is half white? That he was raised by his grandparents? That he lived in Hawaii and also Indonesia where he attended school? Yeah, I think people miss those points and focus on the black. He ain't black, he's a mutt. This whole race thing is very reminiscent of the Tiger Woods craze.

I was interesting to see my peers on the street corners on the night of the election cheering and showing pride in this country. Never have I heard anyone my age give or take 5 years, chanting USA! USA! It was bizarre. Craziness. However, if the results of this election make everyone more alert and interested in politics than good for them. We need more informed, and interested people. I just hope the same people showing super US pride don't fall off the bandwagon when the glitz of Obama's inauguration wears off and he starts to be the real President. Who knows what's to come. I just hope it's better.

I'll leave you all with a couple of images of the hood on election night.

boo!

First, to clarify, the title does in fact say boo- but not boo like "boo" it's Halloween let me be silly..it's boo as in BOOO today sucks kinda boo! I always celebrate Halloween except for last year and well again this year. Last year I had to work at my stupid job but it was okay because we had a Halloween party prior to Halloween so it felt like it passed before it even came. This year our party is after Halloween and today being Halloween is yet another work day in the life of me. Not just any work day, no. I have to close alone and open alone tomorrow morning. How is that fair? I hope people eat tainted candies (not the good kind), see 20 other people wearing the same non creative costume, and get attacked by mean ghosts. I just hope I can leave work effortlessly with out having to battle the damn idiots that are going to Weho to celebrate-which might I add is up the street from my job..argh

Happy Halloween bitches

the newer twilight zone is a joke

seriously, it sucks. it's all live looking and less old and creepy filmy..ugh...i'm wasting my buzz on this trash.

what i really want to be doing right now is having a seance to contact my friend nick who killed himself a year ago today. i'd just like to chat it up a bit. you know, shoot the shit. anyway, my medium powers aren't in full swing at the moment. ha!. i need to get some ice cream. steal a beer or something and get to business....and turn this really crappy twilight zone off before i feel sober again.

speaking of business, i've got mice traps to set and wood to glue and caulking to be done...call me miz fix-it, bitches