So my parents went to visit my sister last week, then followed it up by going to Maine and visiting my cousin for a few days. Along with mixed stories of food, family, and weird tourists they came back with other surprises.
Firstly, let me say this. I got to give the “bitch please” face to my mother. She turns to me and goes, “Oh your dad loved how his pictures turned out”. What? I spent a good 20 minutes on that damned Kodak machine at CVS cropping, color correcting, and gold eye fixing. It turns out that Kodak machines don’t have gold eye removal. That and Rich’s eyes were closed most of the time. Eric can attest, I was on the phone declaring to all the people at CVS (I’m still learning “cell phone voice”), “Oh My God, White People Taking Pictures” or something to that effect. Eric laughed too when he heard my father took the credit.
Okay where was I? I’m going to ignore the Florida trip for a second and go straight to Maine. My parents came home with Lobster (nice), Jewelry (what? Apparently they found a store they like and visit there every time), and rocks. ROCKS? I woke up this morning to my mother washing rocks. She said that she was using it for her bird. Jesus, which bird? The one she bought at Disney that’s on top of some amethyst-like rock. Okay… but that doesn’t explain why a) Dad got rocks and b) You got rocks on morning walks.
Oh no, I’m going to wake up and my house will be filled with rocks. I guess this is what Eric fears. He’s going to wake up and random tsotchke will be dangling from a string attached to the ceiling. He flashbacks to my dorm room days (which was like 3 months ago, why am I making it sound like it was a year ago) where things like Chef Gusteau and the cute Duck Spirit from Spirited Away dangled from my loft. I swear I only did that because I could. And hey, a Chef Gusteau worked like the voice of consciousness, where Remy really was talking to himself.
So these rocks are now showing up in my house, some claim to be good luck, others just look pretty. It makes it sound like I interviewed several of them. I probably should, then I would weed out some of the bad rocks. I already warned my mother not to toss the rocks into the fish tank or else she will contaminate and kill the fish. Technically speaking, I still think there’s a little bit of soap in the water.
My mom shows me one rock. It was about the size of an avocado. She goes, “This one’s good for hitting someone over the head” and laughs. I contemplated grabbing it and hitting myself with it, but I realized my hell would probably be filled with rocks. And a lot of clumsy-inducing items. I’m already too clumsy.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
It’s a hard rock life
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Ma-Mike Revolution, Finally all 2.0 friendly
I feel bad for my old layout. I just recently worked hard on it and had everything all nice html. I have the classic template saved in the background. Oh Photoshop. Yeah I was working on that as well and had the nice background. Then I caved…
To make sure that I got all Web 2.0 friendly and unite a few things on my online world. I created a bare bones (pre-fab housed) base website for myself which is now on the side. Along with that I had to update my html to xml. Now although I kinda got html, XML is new to me. Luckily I have a book. And I need something to read. Actually I’m in the middle of The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Managing your Money. Yeah, I need to prove to Eric that I’m not a spender. But really, Eric is the type who lives off of high quality, good brands and I’m the one buying from the Clearance rack and the 75% off section at Target. I’m also looking at Filene’s Basement which is closing nearby. Sad. A lot of stores are closing.
Anywho, I’ve tried to make this blog more accessible and a little more flashy. Now I had a little problem with flashy back in the day when I had my “Sailor Pikachu” page. Too many animated Gifs because they were pretty. Who didn’t want to see a cute animated gif of Sailor Moon on their website?
I’m trying to unify my footprint on the internet. So in the coming weeks I will do my best to keep everything together.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
A neck ahead
When I was a young kid, around 8 or 9, my sister used to tease me. I guess it’s understandable the whole idea of an older sibling poking at a younger one. I suffered from fat kid syndrome (I mean I still do, but I digress) and my sister was able to capitalize on that. She would always poke at the fact that I had no neck. I mean, I have a neck, why should she doubt the existence of it? It definitely got to me. I had a neck, I knew it, but was I too fat to have other people see my neck? Will I grow old with several chins (and not just Chinese friends) and lose this neck that I may not even have had? I got paranoid.
It’s funny. Thinking about it all I did was get scared, pray to God that I would have a neck. I mean I would pray for a lot of different things, and by pray I guess I mean I would have a personal one-way chat with God where my paranoia would answer in lieu of God. I didn’t exercise more, I didn’t eat better; I did adjust my posture a little and kinda adjusted the way I pose in pictures. That has come in handy because I can’t take a horrible drunk photo because of it. I also look up moreso now than when I was younger.
I think I have more to look up to now. The sky’s really the limit for me, new BA in hand. I still can’t find the perfect job, let alone a job. I have been trying to lose some weight and I’m not losing, even with a slight adjustment to meals and increased exercise. I’ve also been getting crazy dreams every night. I think it’s because of the cold air conditioning. My head goes crazy. I wake up with my neck hurting from sleeping in an awkward position. I then thank God I still have a neck.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Back to Blog
It took me a while to sit back and type my life again. Yes, I’ve had the excuse of “oh I’m busy” but really. I think I was a little lost in why I even write. I mean traditionally there are maybe 2 or 3 people that read this that really care. And I call my boyfriend and my sister often. I speak with my mother and father on some weekends. Why go here? I think I finally realized it…
This is for me…
I’ve really reached a happy part in my life. I can’t wait for the next chapter in my life. Eric and I are happy and are making things work with the large distance between us. I can’t wait until we settle down and pick some snazzy apartment. I swear, I’ll be cleaner.
I understand that I’m gonna graduate and probably never come back to New Paltz (I mean, yeah I’m gonna visit), but I have a feeling that I’ll keep in contact with a lot of people (especially through facebook).
When did I grow up? I saw my graduation picture and I saw someone so much older than I remember. My hair yesterday still looked like I went to my senior year of high school. My hair has gone through the gamut though and I decided to give it one last thing before I graduate, I’m gonna grow it out a little more that I’m used to. Nothing horrendously long, just a little longer. I kinda want to see my hair create a small wave. See if it is really true how my hair had a slight wave when I was a kid.
I forgot how therapeutic blogging is. Eric is there, yes, and he knows everything I said above, but I really do feel like I don’t. I have horrendous self-doubt. I beat myself up on things. I apparently have high standards of myself. Was that parenting? My zodiac combination of Virgo/Tiger? I dunno anymore. But I did grow up similarly to the zodiac thing and the stereotypical nuclear family. I mean yeah, Eric really does wish I used my creative side better (more on that later).
Ideas are racing through my brain on what to say or how to say it. It kinda just stopped right now. So with that, I will sleep, wake up at 7:30, shower and head over to Poughkeepsie.
Much Love,
Paz
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Just a typical Thursday morning
As I sit here in my dorm, eating my orange for breakfast I have been contemplating what to write about today.
Toys R Us hasn’t called yet, so that’s made me nervous since I was interviewed on the 24th and said they would call me back. Does it always take a long period of time? Is there some mistake on my criminal records (which I don’t have) since the names “Michael” and “Pascua” are kinda common in some places like California and Hawaii? I am never too sure what to think, but this orange tastes yummy.
Sometimes I wonder what a person defines as successful. I always dreamed of being “successful” but I always put “Happy” in front of it. Always imagining a day off from work where Eric and I go to the park and stare at ducks that try to drown each other, not having financial troubles, and then going to dinner where ever we wanted. Possibly Ribs on the Run. Maybe we’ll watch a good movie. Or Supergirl.
Now I get nervous as school is ending soon. I pretty much have a year to go, trying to get a part time job, trying to find an internship for next spring, since no one ever responded to my request this semester, fixing my resume (which I think is meh), and running around for Asians. Well at least I have time to blog.
Eric always asks me why I blog and I realized what it is, it’s a good outlet. I mean Eric is an amazing….outlet but its nice to have nobody and everybody read in at the time. Having an outlet to bitch about school, trying to get a job, and stuff. I’m probably never gonna stop blogging. I may sound more mature (I doubt it) later on, but it’s gonna keep going.
It may take a long gap between posts but I will.
- Paz
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