thanks to deb. la la la...

I WAS A HAPPY CHILD
lucky you. you were what every child should be.
carefree. optimistic. and happy.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)

ahhhhhhhh!!!! save ferris was AWESOME. okay, so i really could've done without the semi-moshing and stupid white trash teenybopper wannabe-lesbians [they weren't really lesbians. just licking and rubbing up against each other for attention. bitches]. but really, other than those brainless ditzes, the concert was great!! it's so easy and fun to dance along to save ferris music, i love them!! and monique powell was just as randy as she was the last time i saw save ferris. she stuck her microphone down her shirt several times and towards the end she unzipped her shirt almost all the way, teasing everyone by saying, "topless? hmm..." and she made fun of britney spears and christina aguilera. hah!! and and...what else. i don't know, the whole thing was just so great. they're just such awesome performers. well, specifically monique powell just because she's so funny and entertaining. and their music is just the best. come on eileen was their last song. love it love it love it.

anyway. i'll describe my day in a more chronological order now. went up to berkeley with jen yesterday. at the risk of really pissing her off because i know she's probably going to read this at some point, i just want to say that jen is a scary scary driver. but see, i'm the perfect passenger for her because i have such slow reactions and i don't panic easily. how is that a good thing, you say? well see, whenever she's doing one of her "right or left?! RIGHT OR LEFT?!?!" swerves, i somehow manage to stay calm and not scream. because if i was a normal person and screamed every time jen almost drives onto a one-way street (in the wrong direction, mind you), i would only aggravate the situation and make jen even more nervous. and a more nervous jen is not a better driver jen. okay, so maybe i just have slow reactions because i don't notice anything either. "ooh, we almost crashed again? where?" knowing me, i would probably scream after we've already crashed. not that we would, of course. but, hypothetically speaking, you know? anyway, i love you jen. i just like to think of driving with you as an adventure. :) but you're really a swell gal. thank you very very much for driving me and getting the save ferris tickets. ;D

okay, so after we got to berk, i got to see jen's apartment. tres cute. i really liked it! then we went to pick up two of jen's friends, jenny and angel. then we drove up to san francisco, parked in an alleyway, and walked to slim's to wait in line and met up with deb, san, and mar. of course, it was just our luck that we were waiting in the wrong line. but whatever, we still got in. the opening band was eleventeen. they were okay. the guitarist in the blue shirt was kind of cute. la la la.... then it was save ferris!! see above paragraph. afterwards, drove back to berk. got a little lost, of course [jen: ahhh!! which way?!?], but made it back just fine. hung out at deb's apartment for a while and watched ten things so we could see save ferris again. ;D oh yes, she had mentioned that at the concert too. [monique powell: i had one line! you wanna see my line? *winks*. i practiced it for weeks! *winks* *winks* *winks*] and then...woo, jen drove back to fremont. at like 3 in the morning. it was crazy. i thought i was tired but jen really hadn't slept at all the night before. but whatever, she wanted to go back so i decided i would too so that i could try to keep her awake. finally got back to fremont around 415 am and i crashed around 430.

i had a horrific nightmare. my aunt's husband was out to get me. he was a government agent and he was interrogating me mccarthy-style. he didn't accuse me of being a communist, but it was something else really really bad. it was scary. i'm scared now. and this is the guy who's trying to retrieve all my files from my old hard drive. ugh.

anyway, i'm having a really bad hair day so i think i will go shower now. or maybe after i eat. yes, after i eat. because i'm starving. feed me.

ps...save ferris rocks!! weeeee... ;D

jaycsee: jacq was like "i don't want to drive up alone"
jaycsee: to sf
jaycsee: so i was like "take cherry with you"
jaycsee: and then I was ilke "but she won't be any help, if that's what you're looking for"
crazy spinster: HEY!
crazy spinster: well, that's true though.
jaycsee: i think it's funny how you get like...fake offended
jaycsee: or offended until you realize it's true
jaycsee: because it happens every time
crazy spinster: HEY!
crazy spinster: well, that's true also.


i just realized that this layout is so drab and dull and yucky. but i don't got mad skills like jo and jacq so i can't do anything about it except complain. oh well.

going to sf tomorrow to see save ferris! hurrah!! should probably sleep soon in order to wake up before my usual noon, but whatever. i'll just suffer. i think i need to start drinking coffee this quarter. especially with the 8 am's on tuesday and thursday. yes yes, i know i don't have 8 am's everyday, but see, that makes it worse because i'll probably be oversleeping on the days without the 8 am's thus screwing up my sleep schedule and making it harder to get up for 8 am's. plus, all my classes are an hour and twenty minutes long and i have two classes back to back on those days - almost three hours straight of class starting at 8 am. okay okay, so i know that's not THAT bad, but still. it warrants coffee, i think. i personally hate coffee, but i figure i can dump like a truckload of cream into it so the yucky taste will go away.

anyway. how did i get to talking about coffee? oh right, sf and save ferris tomorrow. woohoo! they're great performers. saw them at a free concert in san diego freshman year. i was close enough to see the lead singer's sweat! speaking of which, she was a very randy girl, the lead singer, monique powell. making all sorts of perverted comments. but coming from her, as opposed to say, a fat balding forty year old man, it was actually kind of cute. anyway. where am i? why am i even blogging? dur.

jaycsee: see!
jaycsee: you want me to wear a diff coat!
crazy spinster: dude!!
crazy spinster: all i'm saying is wear whatever you want!
jaycsee: this is a catastrophe!
jaycsee: now I have to redo the whole outfit!
crazy spinster: ahhh!!!
crazy spinster: *throws arms up in air and runs around in circles*
jaycsee: ahhh!
jaycsee: *imitates cherry and then runs down an empty hallway*

oh god. and then she invited hermie (the landlady) up to fremont to stay at our house. "you can meet my neighbor! he's filipino!"

oh. my. god. i am so embarrassed.

now, i'd like to believe that i've matured as i've aged to the point that i am far beyond thinking that my parents, specifically my mother, are the most embarrassing people alive. but, as i've learned from bridget jones's mother and from my own, that is just not true. i can still be horribly horribly embarrassed by my mother.

so the landlady of the house in san diego called just now to speak with my father and make sure that he would be responsible for cosigning and everything. but i picked up the phone and told her that he was unavailable because well, he was asleep. so then she asks to speak to my mother and i'm about to tell her that she's also unavailable when all of a sudden, my mother picks up the phone and says, "i'm here! i'm here!!" now i know this is the part when i'm supposed to hang up the phone. only i didn't. and i heard the entire conversation. and it was just...humiliating. in the middle of the landlady's sentence, my mother interrupts to say, "are you filipino? i have a lot of filipino friends. we have a filipino neighbor. he's very nice. i'm vietnamese." to which the landlady responds, "....oh. that's uh...nice." and then...and then...she basically tells the landlady that she has nothing to worry about with me because, well, i have no life. "my daughter, she has no car and no boyfriend." i swear to god, that's what she said. and then... i don't know, my mentally damaged mind is beginning to repress the whole conversation because it was just so bloody humiliating.

ugh. just...ugh.

finally. we have a house. in san diego, that is. four bedroom, two bathroom. nice nice nice. my very own room. thank goodness. sharing a room with sanaz was tough. every night it was always, "oh cherry, i'm so scared of the dark. hold me." sheesh.

slowly, everything in my life is falling into place - my toilet is fixed, the cable is fixed, i have a new computer, and i will not be homeless and forced to live in a wal-mart [ala natalie portman in where the heart is] when i move back to san diego. so now the only thing missing in my life are my files from my old hard drive. yes, i am still stuck on those. and no, i will not stop whining about them until i get them. sigh.

well, vma's were good. jimmy's so adorable. very dorky and couldn't make out half the things he was singing in the beginning, but he still makes me swoon. it was pretty amusing seeing him in all those get-ups. did you notice that his mole actually got bigger when he was dressed as enrique iglesias? oh yeah, and why does eminem have to be such a moody beeyotch? ["keep booing. i will hit a man with glasses."] psh. i could take him. if i was christina aguilera (god forbid, did you see what she was wearing?!), i would've thrown the moon man at him. take that, bitch!!

anyway. what to do now. maybe i'll go back to staring forlornly at pictures of sydney and vaughn and start to descend into mad hallucinations that i actually am sydney bristow, double agent for the cia where my handler is a man named michael vaughn. only one other person knows the truth about what i do, another double agent inside sd-6, a man i hardly know - my father.

Joey's Pizza: Which ALIAS character are you?

uh-oh. i'm starting to get alias-obssessed. not that it's an entirely bad thing. except when i stayed up till like 4 am this morning surfing through various alias websites, staring at pictures of sydney (jennifer garner) and vaughn (michael vartan) and wishing really really hard that i could be sydney so that vaughn would yell in a romantic and sexy voice, "damn all protocol to hell!! i love you!!" and just sweep me into his arms and ravish me. [edit: thanks ha! ravage...ravish. tomato...tomahto.]

ahem. *fans self*

is it time for the vma's to start yet? hellooooooo, jimmy....

i am beginning to think my boobs are shrinking. either that, or my bra is getting bigger.

my mother just made me a pina colada. she got this new blender like a week ago and she keeps making drinks and saying, "i work for jamba juicy! here, you try!!" no, that's not a typo, she actually calls it "jamba juicy." anyway, the drinks are usually pretty revolting. but this pina colada actually tastes pretty good.

la la la...

hello. i have a new computer now.

one would think that would be good news, right? but all of my files are still trying to be retrieved from my damaged hard drive and so i have NOTHING on this computer. i feel so empty. i downloaded one mp3. and i have been playing it repeatedly. that just goes to show you how sad and pathetic i am. of course, the very first thing i downloaded on this computer was aim. then winamp. but i got the newest version, winamp3, which 99.9% of all skins are incompatible with. terrific. then i downloaded winmx so i could download the one song (melissa etheridge - i'm the only one). then i downloaded hotbar. and now...now, i don't know what i'm doing.

i have nothing. no emails, no bookmarks, no files, no mp3s, no nothing. and it's really bothering me. that, and the fact that this computer is ugly. oh, and add to that windows xp which i need to get used to.

ugh. just ugh.

i'm getting a new computer.

ugh. haven't completely lost hope in retrieving my files from my severely damaged old hard drive, but my parents insist on getting a new computer anyway because the old one was just crap. but see, i distinctly remember them saying that the old computer, when it was new, was great and was so much better than my old old computer and would never crash like that one did. flash forward a year and a half. hmph. so now i'm a bit wary of getting a new computer. obviously, i need it since the old computer is dead, but still. what's to say the new one won't crash in like a year. i'm getting sick of computers just dying on me. it's like when i was little and every time we got a new dog, it would just run away. is there something fundamentally wrong with me that both dogs and computers refuse to cooperate with me?

ooh, the boys' mother is here. hold on. all right, back. i'm getting better at hoisting duy, the three-year-old, into his mother's suv. the first few times i did it, i would always bump his head on the roof by accident. oops. la la la... anyway, dinner now. then it's off to get the new computer. urrrr...

have you ever seen that episode of friends where emily goes back to london and ross follows her only to find out that she had returned to new york after he got there? and remember how joey looked at the huge toblerone chocolate bar in emily's bag when she got to monica's apartment, all wide-eyed with excitement and desire? that's exactly how i looked when i saw my mother walk into our house with two hawaiian gold, extra sweet pineapples from costco yesterday.

mmm...there is nothing sweeter than holding a sleeping baby in your arms. justin had a nightmare during his nap today so i soothed him back to sleep. made me feel all warm and fuzzy and maternal. ahh...my ovaries.

and, in other news, it is official. i have been without my computer for over a week now. and i'm really really starting to get worried because my mother is talking about getting a new computer just in case my aunt and her husband can't retrieve all my files. ugh.

okay. need to cheer myself up and take my mind off this. going to go watch last night's rerun of alias again because it was another kick-ass episode and jennifer garner is just so damn sexy i wish i was her. and then i'm going to shower because i look like shit.