Just watched PS I love you. Great movie. Yeah... I had half a bottle of some random white wine and a bag of popcorn (94% fat free I promise) so I'm feeling pretty damn good right now... so good that I almost called a few old crushes. Yeah exactly, bad idea so I decided to write instead. I've learned through countless occasions that calling a guy never makes you feel better, only worse. They always give you the, "why are you calling me at this hour?" bullshit and then it becomes such a buzz kill cause then you end up arguing shit out anyways. Vomit.

So moving on to more important news, my mac laptop started up again. I swear that computer is soo fickle. Three weeks ago it didn't start up so I declared it officially dead. Then the other night, like at 3 am, I thought to myself, I should give it one more try before I turn it in to the apple store, and low and behold it started up again. So fuckin strange I swear. That computer always throws me off, but hey it works so I can't complain. Now I'm allowed to hangout out at coffee bean again. Total score.

Another thing that somehow finally got fixed was my hand-me-down couch. When I first moved to LA, the movers somehow broke it and the screw fell out or whatevers. I tried fixing it with Chrislyn on the first day here in LA, but that damn screw just did not go in. Plus, some stupid ass spring was blocking it, which totally bruised our fingers. So yeah, I've been hanging out for the past month on a broken couch, which had a 75% chance of me falling back with my legs in the air flailing around and it flapping into a bed (it's a futon) when ever I sat on it. Trust. It happened on many occasions and I was Furosha Couture like no other. It was like a frickin monster that swallowed me whole every damn time I sat on it. It was ridiculous and I seriously don't know how I actually survived with that crap. Anyways, I was rather bored the other day, and with the luck of the mac starting up, I thought that I could fix the sofa for good. Turns out, the main piece shifted down blocking the actual hole for the screw to go in. That's why when Chrislyn and I were trying to get it back in, we were only getting bruises because the piece wasn't in the proper place. Gosh, get that IDIOT stamp out and place it directly in the middle of my forehead. Yeah, so it's aaaallll good now. yay!

So I think the big question now is, "how am i 'really' doing?" A lot has changed in the past few months--finally graduating after six years, losing my job, moving to LA-- and I have to say, I'm actually doing okay. Yes, it could be better under circumstances, but I'm okay. I don't know if it's the fact that I feel like somehow everything will work out, or to be honest quite possibly it won't, but I'm just so happy to be here. Maybe it's the fact that I took a huge risk and I'm very proud of myself for evening taking that step... I don't know. It's so weird and unfamiliar not to know what I'm doing. I've always had a plan; for a very long time now. But with all the change happening, I just kind of gotta roll with it and take it day by day. I honestly don't know whats going to happen anymore, and it's exciting but scary at the same time. It was so easy to dream of my perfect future when I was still in school, but now that I'm out of it and in the real world, I kind of see things differently. I'm taken aback by it all, and feel like there's sooo much more out there than I could imagine. I mean, there's a whole world for me out there to explore. I don't know how to explain it, but it's all so different than what I expected 6 months ago.


It's pretty crazy that I don't even know anymore. The only thing I know is, is to just hope for the best. That's what I'm living by...

I'm tired now. night night.

Wow so where to begin. Well...shortly after my last blog, I lost my job. We all sort of knew it was coming, and our principles were kind enough to keep us all in the loop of where the company stood, which lets be honest, wasn't good. We had a deadline due at the end of the work week, and after that we pretty much had nothing. So yeah, it was expected on that following Monday. They cut four designers from our thinning group, and I was one of them. From 25 designers, down to 5 in the past year and half. I must say though, I'm glad I made it that far. If this was a design competition, say Top Design?, I would have at least made it to the top 5. Great way to look at things...i guess.

After that, I had to do a total reevaluation. Rearrange my priories, my goals- oh gosh it was just a mess. So my options were:

a. Find another job in vegas
b. Move to LA, settle, and find a job
c. Move back home

Well obviously option C was completely out of the question- being that I can barely pull of "local" status anymore. Option A had it's possibilities, especially since I had a lot of connections and contacts with the other big firms in town, and knew many people in the industry. But nope, I decided to go with option B. I've been wanting to move to LA for so long now- and this is obviously the time to do it. I have literally nothing to hold me back.

Don't worry, I did my usual calculations, budgets, pros & cons lists- the works. Trust.

So after I made up my final decision, the next question was, "where to even begin?" First I needed to look for a place. So I went shopping on every website possible for apartments and living arrangements. Of course, being a very particular bitch, I had an extremely small range to choose from because I wanted to be in the PRIME areas of LA. Santa Monica, West Hollywood, Venice...only the best :P With that, of course comes with a big price. It was a tough 2 weeks looking for something in my minimal budget, but in the areas that I wanted to be in. I picked my top five, made phone calls for appointments, and headed to check them out.

Sadly though, none of them felt right. So that night while staying at my friends pad, I did a little bit more research and found 5 more options that I could check out before I headed back to vegas. This time around it was WAY better. I had two great places to choose from. One was an apartment that was like a vintage 1920's Art Deco building which I absolutely loved, but location wasn't quite there. The second place was a guest house in prime location, but the place was smaller and the bedroom closet was tiny. ooohhh that's a toughie.

Well after much thought, especially on the drive home, I decided to go with option 2-- and I must say I couldn't be happier! :) I now currently live in a guest house (well more like an attic above the garage) that kind of looks like a tiny cottage, with the best landlord anyone could have asked for. He included the utilities, HD cable connection, and the internet with the rent- all which saves me about 300 a month. Plus he let me store a few things in the garage (huge help since I have so much crap) and I get to use the hot tub whenever I like. Not too shabby eh? And I designed a solution about the closet issue in the bedroom so there was no problem there. YAY!

Okay break time. I'll continue my new life story later- probably tomorrow. **kisses

So today during lunch break I was able to catch about half an episode of Holidate- Soaps new tv series. At first I was expecting something like MTV's Next- something really ridiculous with people only taking it as a joke and only wanting to be on tv as the "guy that..." But to my surprise, it was actually more than that. Granted I've only watched one episode (more like half) so I may be making assumptions and it may turn out to be a lame show after all, but it at least made it to my dvr list. What I enjoyed most was this idea of ladies switching cities, and them being hooked up with single friends of the person they switched with. It was good because it wasn't just guys they chose from a list hoping they would hit it off with with these ladies; it was actual guy friends of the girls who knew who these guys were and what they're all about. Plus, I found it rather amusing to watch the true awkwardness of first dates and how some try to make the best of the situation. Definitely took some pointers :P

Since on the topic of dating, I thought I'd take a moment and talk about this guy I met. Yay!! **while I clap and stomp. It all started at the 12:01am premier showing of Harry Potter. Earlier that day I got a text from Ika expressing how he really wanted to see the first late night showing of HP. Of course, knowing how late the movie was, I had to ask, "just how important is this to you on a percentage scale?" with my most bitchest voice possible (exactly- real bitchy.) With a high percent of 92 and a few hours later, I found myself at the doors of Rave Motion Pictures. Before walking up to an Ika look-a-like and about to make a complete fool of myself, I found the real Ika already inside waving with my pre-purchased ticket. Mind you this was like 2 hours before the actual movie was starting.

With all the Harry's, Hermiones, & Dumbledore's running amok; I started walking up the steps to the row of seats that Ika had saved for us. Slowly working my way down the isle and saying hi and giving hugs to the folks I had already known- it was then that we officially met. We did the appropriate hand shake (somewhat awkward with his soft grip and no eye contact) and grabbed a seat at the end of the group. When a few of the boys got up to grab some food, I slid over to start some small talk (I mean come on, I wasn't about to sit there and look anti...).

"So...you a huge Harry Potter fan?" I asked as I gravitated a few seats over.

"Omg, I absolutely love Harry Potter- especially the books" he said with a polite smile. In his white button-downed shirt, jeans, and doctor-like glasses (I know, total turn on **while fanning myself), we started talking about the characters and what to expect in the upcoming movie. During the lite conversation, I noticed that he never really looked at me. To be honest, It got me a little self conscious. Either I was just that unappealing to look at and talk to (I admit i wasn't looking my best) or he just had some strange eye contact problem. In any case, I asked the usual ice breaker question, "so how do you know everyone?" and he said the most uncomfortable answer ever-

"Oh, he's my ex," he blurted out while pointing to the guy next to him before I even finished my sentence. After my "most famous" awkward reaction, I tried to play it off like it was cool to hangout with your ex. Luckily, the extremely long pause of silence was interrupted by two lame-ass guys trying to steal our great seats that were open next to us. I butched it up and argued a bit, finally getting the guys to move and get a life- only to see that the other boys were returning. I tried to play it off like this was going to be MY new seat for the night, but they made it very apparent that it was THEIR seat. I did my well-I-gotta-get-going dance as I swayed my hips and arms and headed back to my original seat.

To my surprise, I started talking with this cute couple from San Fran next to me (he totally wanted to do me) for the rest of the time before the movie. As the previews came to an end, a dedicated "Dumbledore" fan (who looked more like Gandalf the white) stood up from his seat, pointed his nasty-ass wand to the screen, and yelled "EXPECTOOOOO PAAAAAATROOOOONUM" in the same manner that Harry did years ago against the Dementors. Magically, the Warner Brother's logo appeared and the adventure began.

Two and a half hours and another great HP sequel later, we were outside the theatre fighting the trampling herd of fans. While conversing about the movie amongst us ladies, some guy totally bumped into me from the back, which turned out to be him. I took this as a sign of attraction (or so I told myself that) and decided to be ballsy with the next move I was about to do...

Holy mole! What the hell have I been doing for the past month and a half? Oh wells, it's old news anyways-

Hmm... so this afternoon I went to practice again at the alley's. I'm trying to up my average at least 30 more pins so that I can qualify for the amateur league. I did okay but nothing amazing. I'm slowly picking up where I had left off- which was 6 years ago. My accuracy went down a notch but I will say my strength went up. Maybe it's an age thing? Oh wells, at least I still look "pretty" - or how the guy that was bowling next to me would put it. He's like, "I love watching left handed bowlers...you guys are always so pretty." Then he caught himself and added, "OH, because my girlfriends left hand." And I was like, "oooooohhh, thanks...huh huh," with like the uncomfortable laugh. Buddy had one too many to drink-

SO great news to announce! I found out recently that one of my favorite characters of all time in the Marvel Universe will be a playable character on Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2. It was announced on the first day at the San Diego Comic Con. I literally got all giddy in the office and almost knocked over all of my drawings when I found out. You see, this is how they get you. They announce the first 18 characters...and then they torture you by making you wait to find out who are the remaining characters. I was checking religiously...waiting (patiently I might add) for them to announce something new. Finally a little shimmer of light came and they announced 3 more characters at Comic Con festival. Jean, Gambit, and some random guy that I've never heard of. AMAZING RIGHT?!

I can honestly say, I didn't realize what a big deal this festival was. After looking at the pictures and watching tons of youtube clips, it seems that a ton of actors & actresses from tv shows, movies, etc- come to this event to promote they're upcoming gig. They give away a ton of swag and many die-hard fans dress up as their favorite character. Definitely worth looking into for attending next year :P

In relation to the game that's coming out; my xbox360 died. It was having some video connection problems a few weeks back where all the colors were all off and everything was green. I figured it wasn't a big deal as long as the system still worked; but then all of a sudden it went black. I took it in to game stop, thought maybe it was just the cords that were damaged, but was proven otherwise. I sold it (and a few extra remotes) for 70 whopping dollars. So lame. I was charged a service fee since it was damaged. What I'll do is save the money to buy a new console with a new trendy RED controller. OH JOY!! And it will be just in time before September 15th!

Okay it's a fact- I'm extremely tired and I can't go on. *ugh I had so much more to write. Oh well. **kisses

So while doing my usual morning protocol of checking emails, fb, twitter, etc- I came across this very interesting post that apparently is getting some major buzz. It's a columnist named Regina Brett, who wrote an article titled "45 life lessons." I googled it, and to my surprise it was written like 3 years ago - so i don't know why it's so buzz-worthy now, but in anycase it still was a pleasure reading. A part of me believes she just read and bought a ton of Hallmark cards and made a list of all her favorite life quotes- but that's just me. At any rate, I will post my favorites from the list. We've all heard these before, but it's a nice mist (so to speak) to refresh your memory & serve as a baby reminder.

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. You job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words, 'In five years, will this matter?'
27. Always choose life
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative- dying young.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside everyday. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come.
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.


I did some bolding so that a few special ones stand out. I was chatting with my good friend Fernie the other night and she had mentioned that one of our friends has been down on themselves lately so I figured this would be a great pick-me-up for their day... hopefully even a little smile.

In other important news, I've been catching up on One Tree Hill. To be honest, I was rather disappointed in the first like 6 episodes. I couldn't even watch them because it took away from the authenticity and felt like the writers were trying too hard. But now it's back to normal and I am loving it. The peyton/Lucas story is refreshing and nice to see that they're finally happy; Hayley/Nathan are my forever favorite role models; Brook & new comer Julian story is getting really exciting (so far)- it's just a lot to look forward to.

gah...i messed up on my blog layout just now. I'm so not tech savvy. I guess I'll just fix it laters.

Wow I have so much to write about that happened over the past two weeks- but I'm just too damn lazy. It would be the length of a novel so yeah no thanks.

I did though want to brush up on the fact that it has been over a month since I graduated. Can you believe it? And yes, it finally hit me. After about a week I started to have some serious talks with myself about everything. Where I currently am, and where I really want to go. Before graduating I had a general idea of what I wanted to do and a few options that I could possibly play out but I never really decided or made an actual concrete decision. Obviously I was planning to wait till it was all over, but it's here now and it's not as easy as i thought it would be.

I did the usual pros & cons list, a spread sheet & budget on my money spendings, looked at a few job options and possible growth, research on lifestyle & communities- everything you can think of before making a big decision like this. I spent about a week into all this planning and researching till it finally hit me. Why am I doing all this research when I already know what I want? I was thinking way too much about the small things (which actually cluttered my mind) when I should have been focusing on the bigger picture.

Now I have a lot to look forward to. Let's hope I have the strength to get there!

This weekend = awesomeness.

I was extremely fortunate to get last minute tickets to the Structures and Styles hotel tour in West Hollywood. They were sold out but I called and said we were out-of-town guests are was looking forward to this event so the event coordinator pulled some strings and was able to squeeze us in. She was so sweet! So we ventured to some of the hottest hotels in the city and got a review and a tour of them. We even got to meet the artists, designers, and chefs of the places. So cool.

From a designers stand point, I must say LA's hospitality design has a completely different approach than Las Vegas's hospitality design. I am jealous and quite envious really! There are so many rules & codes that we need to follow here in Vegas that it limits the designs tremendously. For example- furry/hairy pillows. I LOVE these things. I'm already a pillow whore and having one furry pillow makes me all warm and gushy inside. Here in vegas though, we would never be able to use them. It a) doesn't meet flame requirements; b) doesn't meet durability rubs; c) will not uphold to stain resistances; d) investors note that it may offend certain guests (PETA & other organizations) even if it is faux fur. Crazy right? Well not so much.

In defense to vegas design, we have a completely different clientele to think about. Lets be honest, our clients come to vegas to behave badly. We have to imagine designing for the drunkest/craziest person on the planet and what they could possibly do. Coffee tables need to be durable (just in case clients dance on it), sofas have to withstand cigarette burns & be resistant to alcohol and other substances (eww..), there must be NO sharp edges on any of the furniture pieces, etc. It's like designing for an adult baby. It's amazing how these people are usually the most professional in real life.

In LA, the hotels seem to be geared toward the residential feel. Most of the suites didn't even feel like a hotel. It was more like staying at your rich hip uncles guestroom. No joke. Natural light seemed to be a must, and all of them had a very clean smell (a very high importance to me). Also, their spas are more private. They had this idea of designing large suites with your own personal spa amenities. You don't even have to leave the room if you don't want/feel comfortable to. Here in vegas, we design for the masses with large areas to soak, relax, and lounge. Both are great experiences, but the physical dynamics are completely different.

I can go on and on, but I'll spare my few readers since i'm sure this stuff goes right over their heads. In other news, we saw a few celebrities out there while cruzing WeHo. Jay from America's next top model was buying furniture at one of the stores on the avenues, and I saw John Krasinski (Jim from the Office) having an outdoor lunch at one of the cafes. My co-worker and I could barely contain ourselves. Talk about star struck-

Yeah so after our Structures tour and the 12th Annual Art & Design Walk, we stopped off at the Abbey to have cocktails & a bite to eat. Shit that place was hella crowded, especially for a time around 6-7ish. The music was going and the boys were flowing. Man there were so many hott professionals there I could barely contain myself :) The last time I went (like a few years back) i was sick and couldn't really enjoy myself. This time though, was a totally new experience. I'm now older, not so "twink" looking, and can easily fit right in (with the right passe of course). And did i mention i'm learning how to drink mojitos? Yeah before I was constantly digging leafs out of my mouth (real attractive) but now I've learned to drink from the top of the glass because all of the leaves sink to the bottom. Yay I finally grew a brain!

On the drive home, I passed out two hours before we made it back to the city. Damn, I was so close to staying awake the entire drive home. Oh wells. I got home, passed out, woke at around 10:30 for breakfast and some lite tv, then took a nap from noon till about 4:30. UNBELIEVABLE! I didn't realize how low my EP (energy points) was.

It is now Monday morning, and tonight I plan to watch mtv's award show ( i heard many good things) and probably do all of my errands I was supposed to do yesterday. I have no food and I was supposed to clean the apartment. Oh that reminds me, rent is due today. Shit. My lease is up at the end of next month so I have a lot of thinking to do. I better make a checklist and start getting with it.

Till then,
-wicked

After seeing him on the big screen, Zachary Quinto became my new celebrity crush. I've never really saw him as any other character other than the dark and twisted Sylar from Heroes, but now, omg let me tell you. He's my new dream man. Yum.

Good Morning Bloggerville!

So I've been recently catching up with my TV shows, and I must say the Hills is sadly going downhill. It feels completely scripted and I'm just watching bad actors carry it out. I know the rumors have always been around that it's always been slightly scripted, but now it's just too much and too obvious. It lost it's authenticity and I can barely handle watching. It's sad too because I'm still a hardcore devoted fan to LC. Luv you girl!

In other shows, Grey's Anatomy had a great season finale. Well actually the past few episodes have been pretty damn good and juicy. I especially liked the episode What a Difference a Day Makes. There was a car accident with eight college students heading to their graduation. One (maybe two?) survived out of all eight. Ho man I was balling like a fat lady and a bucket of chicken. I think it was alittle too close to home with graduation and all if you know what I mean. I tried looking for the speech that the validictorian gave in the hospital but I still can't find it. Wait let me find a youtube clip.. ahhhh here it is:

(jump to 5:45 minutes in)



I still need to catch up with Betty & the gang and my friends at One Tree. Fun fun.

Torn.

Do I listen to my head? ..Follow my heart? ..or be guided by my instincts? In any case, I somehow already know.

Listen to: "Comes and Goes" by Greg Laswell

Thought I’d take a break from work and write an entry today. Modeling furniture can get a bit tedious after a few hours. Anyway, it’s been pretty bizarro these past few weeks and I have much to bitch/vent about.

First off I fainted at work. I don’t want to get into the details, but lets just say I was absolutely mortified. I was chatting with one of my coworkers and wasn’t feeling up to par at that point so I thought I’d walk toward the bathroom. On my way over, I lost control and ended up first face diving into the wall, then falling hard on my back to the concrete floor (so my coworker explained). As I awoke seconds later with my coworker hovering over me, I slowly got up, said I was fine and darted to the restroom. You know fainting in front of a friend is one thing, but fainting in front of the entire crew is another. I felt like my butch points went down by 10. Ugh, and I think I definitely had a mild concussion and had to take a break for the rest of the day.

Moving on…

So as a few of you know, our interior program is a pretty intensive program. One is expected to be high off caffeine battling the late nights and pulling off the usual all-nighters. Kidding? – I think not. After going on for about a straight 42-hour role (okay with a 3 hour nap somewhere in-between) my zip decided to be “funny” and lost one entire folder which had all of my photoshop renderings for presentation. Shit hit the fan as I started frantically searching every file on my zip praying that I somehow misplaced it. Nothing.Nada.Niente. They were nowhere to be found. I went into a frenzy—throwing papers, drawings, and notes all over the place and literally almost knocked down my work desk (aka my ironing board). Tears started rolling down my checks as I tried to calm myself down from my hyperventilation. I started mapping out a plan in my head, trying to think of a way that I could cram three weeks of work in a day or two. As optimistic as I am, I could not see redoing the work as any possible solution. I walked away from my computer, took a swig of tequila, and called coochie for moral support. Sobbing and barely making sense, she was able to calm me down and convince me that there are programs out there that fix these problems. Hesitant at first, I slowly began to make my way back to the computer to research on google. After an hour or so of searching with both coochie and her sister nopsis, we were able to find a website that finds lost files. $100 and two slices of old pizza later, I was ready to hop back on track and pick up where I left off.

Jury Week

Days have gone by of no showering (no judging!) and I was close to finalizing my presentation boards. Right when I was about done with the last board and tried opening up one of the last files, I got a message saying, “file corrupt.” It was my rendered floor plan of the restaurant. I then realized that it all made sense. This was the last file I was working on before the attack, and apparently caused me to loose all files in that folder. I emailed the printing company, told them I will not have my boards done for another day, and started over on that entire file. I knew the truth would show itself sooner or later.

Day of presentation; the fire alarm went off ten minutes prior to jury. Apparently fourth year architects decided it would be cool to have a fog machine going on in the hallway. Ugh those boys sometimes I swear. Very typical fraty of them.

Finals Week

Pretty much a blur. It consisted of reading two books, writing discussions, and a four-page paper on how to run your own design firm. Fun Fun. I celebrated when it was all over with a few friends at Fado’s Irish Pub with a burger and beer. So out of character but I liked it none-the-less. Headed over to hangout with my manfriend then called it a night.

Graduation Day

I was definitely uber excited that a few of my good friends were able to come out for this big day. MP and I caught up prior to the big event and did the usual shopping and catching some rays. It gave me an idea of what life would be like if we lived in LA…hanging at outdoor cafes and wine bars and chillin’ all day. Damn that was lovely. Anyways, here is the starting point of my 24-hour adventure…

6:30am Wake up and head over to pick up ko-g from the airport.

7:55am Grab a bite from McDonalds and check in at the ceremony

8-11:30ish Ceremony. Announced that there will be no hand shaking due to the swine flu. OMG right? Total freakout.

12:30-3ish Lunch with family and friends at Rio Buffet courtesy of grandpa. I swear grandpa loves that shit.

3:15pm Head to Smiths to grab some refreshments for the party

3:30pm Check-in at Palms. Argued for about half-an-hour with the guy for overbooking my pre-paid loft suite at Palms Place and ended up with a different suite in the Fantasy Tower. I don’t care if he offered me a cabana at the pool and gave me free limo service; I was still outraged.

4:30pm Checked out the room, dropped everything off, and headed out to take MP to the Forum shops.

6:00pm Said my goodbyes and dropped MP off at the airport. Then headed to the Westin to drop off ko-g

6:30pm Got back to the apartment, sent out my mass text to everyone with the room information, called the palms to confirm my Limo and started getting ready for the night.

9:00pm Got to the suite and started setting up. There was no AUX cord for my music and two lamps were broken. I was in fumes. Guest started arriving, and I had to go back and forth up and down to show my card to the tower guard due to high security. I knew that when the security guard had asked me if I was ‘pino I should have said yes because I probably would have gotten the in’s with her since she herself was ‘pino. When Ika got there, I introduced them (since he is also ‘pino) and she gave me the thumbs up that it was okay to let people up without my card present. Thank godzilla no more running up and down and I can finally socialize and enjoy my own party. Everyone was drinking and mingling. There was a slight segregation between the Hawaii folks and coworkers, but I was cool going back and forth between rooms. Two shots and a mixed drink in, Jo-jo reminded me to watch my time. I called my bitch at the front desk to get my limo ready, and headed out for the next event.

11 ish Arrived at Tao, walked right in to the front of the line (VIP bitch) and about to get in until I realized that I did NOT have my ID. OF ALL THINGS I forgot my ID in my other wallet. Not a proud moment for me. Luckily my event planner, Jo-jo, kicked in high gear and handled everything at Tao for me while I fled the scene with Kimchee to grab my ID.

12:15ish A taxi cab, a run through palms hotel in my heels with my hands flailing in the air due to intoxication, and a mad dash to my apartment later; I was finally back to my party. I was just about to grab a drink and fly back into action, when I was greeted with an unpleasant story. Two of my friends apparently got kicked out for causing a scene right before I got back. Of all nights for a couple’s dispute, it had to be this one. This killed my buzz instantly and some action needed to be done since one of them didn’t have a phone on them and apparently went missing. I was about to leave to go looking for her in the hotel when my two heroes of the night suggested that they go looking for her instead. With them out on the hunt and Jo-jo handling the party scene and catering to my guests, I took a deep breath of relief that everything was somehow taken care of for me.

1 something I gave my card to the hostess to take care of everything before heading down to the dance floor, and she came back saying it wasn’t going through (aka declined). Explaining to her that I checked earlier in the morning that the money was there, I told her to try and again, and if not to use my second card. The transaction went through fine on the second card but I was still curious to why the first didn’t work. Come to find out the next morning, she charged me for someone else’s bill, tried to clear it, and recharge the correct amount, which put my card on a protection freeze. Stupid bitch embarrassed me in front of my guests by saying my card was declined when she could have told me the truth that she fucked up and charged me for the wrong table. I was not happy when I had to clean up the mess she made with my account the day after.

1:30ish Danced downstairs under the giant chandelier with falling snowflakes and listened to the live saxophone musician rock the house. Total awesomeness.

3 maybe 4? Said my goodbyes to my classmates and friends back upstairs at the beach, caught a ride back to the hotel, and started cleaning up. Talked and tried to calm down one of my friends that was in the fight for a bit, and headed to bed.

8:30am Checked out of Palms, had a quick breakfast at Sonics, and said my goodbyes to ko-g at the airport. Got home, took a nap in the living room with the windows open and got a tan. Lovely.

The Aftermath

With all the chaos, drama, and everything that could possibly go wrong actually going wrong; I still wouldn’t change it one bit. It’s definitely one of those things I will forever remember. From the getgo with the computer issues, fire alarm, overbooking, etc-I’ll be talking about it for at least a few months. It was definitely a Hills episode-let me tell yah.

And…I am proud to say I am finally free! I’ve waited so long for this day to come. I have this optimistic feeling that my life is going to change from here on out. This morning I got promoted to a designer status at the company I’m currently with (kudos to me) and am now considered an adult with a real time job. Amazing.

Now I look toward the horizon as the sun sets…wondering what’s in store for me next…

ps. I can't seem to adjust the spacing issues so just ignore it.

So i'm sitting here reading the last book for my Anthro 101 final and I came across this great excerpt that was definite post worthy.

""Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction," wrote Antonine de Saint-Exupery. Enduring love seems to require engagement in something outside the relationship, whether in a shared project, or even periods of separation. Phrasing it as marriage advice, Kahlil Gibran urged, "Let there be spaces in your togetherness." Without such space, isolated love breeds habituation, habituation breeds boredom, and boredom breeds the disintegration of love."

-Romantic Passions, A Universal Experience? by William Jankowiak

I may just have to ditch school on sunday and drive to LA for this...

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While doing my usual morning yahoo news/entertainment articles of the day, I came across a bizarre (but possibly true?) article that predicts marriage success from using your yearbook. According to the article, people that had a bigger smile intensity has a lower percentage rate to divorce. They claim 5 times the amount. Interesting.

Smiles Predict Marriage Success

In other news, someone smashed our office window therefore causing me to A)help clean shards of glass outside and B)freeze my ass off the entire morning. It didn't help that of all days to smash our window, it was the day with a storm of high winds and temperatures at 40 degrees. Boo to no scarf.

Greg Grunberg (matt parkman from Heroes) posted this video tweet on twitter. He's damn cute and funny-

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words to inspire...

"Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were...to become who you will be." -Carrie Bradshaw

While doing research at work today I came across a very interesting article, "How Two Friends Built a $100 Million Company." Their story is totally inspiring! Check it out-

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Dear Doctor,

I'm starting to develop a serious case of senioritis. I've once again started to enjoy casual lunch dates and lazy Sundays and I can't stop. My symptoms have increased and all I want to do is go window shopping, eat yogurt in the afternoons, and just be out-and-about town. Why must everything that is so bad feel so good?

No, I must resist. I must go back to my cage at once and forget about it.

Where's my pen dammit.

So I was blogging today during my break and I came across a very interesting article. It states that masturbation lowers the chance of getting prostate cancer. Could it be true?

Check it out at:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3072021.stm

"Smash Doormat" by Brazilian Designer Anderson Horta. I fuckin' love it!

Scott Evans is seriously my new celebrity crush. It's Torches hott younger brother...who is definitely playing for the RIGHT team ^_^

woohoo!

This morning I awoke feeling really bright and cheery! It’s been pretty gloomy here lately...especially with this depressing, gray suicidal-Seattle weather hovering over the valley. With the hit of my third snoozed alarm, I got up and decided to wear my cute ribbed shirt with slacks to work, which in turn made me 15 minutes late (an update in wardrobe adds extra minutes!) but I didn’t mind since the bosses were out of town this week. It was definitely a Tracy Turnblad, Good Morning Baltimore moment.

With this natural high, I decided to turn on the radio and hangout with Mark & Mercedes. While eating my banana, typing specifications, and talking on the phone with a client; an amusing topic came up that needed my full attention. I hung up the phone, threw my banana peel across the room to the trash, and turned up the volume. The topic started out with, “why do ladies flock to the rich guys when they usually always turn out to be douche bags?” Viewers called in and talked about how the rich ones are usually the most attractive, BUT are the worst in bed. They were saying that the rich guys/girls don’t pay attention to detail and don’t really care or value the relationship that they’re in. It’s like they were always given what they wanted so they don’t appreciate anything that they have.

On that note, Mercedes brought up the topic, “what if you are dating a rich, handsome man that is actually a great guy, but women constantly throw themselves at him; what do you do as their girlfriend?” She mentioned that at first, its great willpower to the man that can resist them, but as the girlfriend, there comes a point when enough is enough.

This got me thinking. I agree with most of the viewers that the rich ones are usually assholes that think they own the world (whatevs to them), but Mercedes second question put me in a pickle. I do agree that enough is enough, but what if they’re naturally charming? Of course if the guy acted on it and claims he “couldn’t resist,” then that’s his ‘peesh—weak ‘peesh that is. But honestly, I can imagine if the girlfriend is comfortable and secure with herself, then it would be fine. Actually, she’d find it complimenting to her life that she’s with a great guy that everybody wants. Plus too, she would probably be as equally attractive or maybe even hotter than he is!—but we won’t tell him that *wink

words to inspire...

"Let yourself be happy... before you find yourself alone." -Callie Torres

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I'm extremely tempted to try this in a not so extreme way...

Raise the curtains...

'ello all!

So this is apparently what all of the cool twenty-somethings are doing these days; or so my friend tells me. Honestly this sort of reminds me of an updated xanga with some new cool features. Fun fun.

Well, here on tickle me wicked, I'll be posting a ton of blind assortments--whether it deals with the latest movies & trends, celebrity gossip, photography, design, and some chicken. Think of it like an ipod shuffle--shake me and i'll brew something new.

So sit back, grab your dick (or friends'--whichev's is closer) and have a good time with it.

-wicked

btw...did i mention my vulgarity potty mouth? ..yeah so deal with it.

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It's about damn time I started a blog...

Love it betch.