The 40 Year Old Virgin

Still cracks me up. I don't know if I will always empathize with Steve Carell (even though I no longer fear being the 40 year old virgin) or if it's just that good of a movie. I love his character. I love that he dresses up to play poker with the guys. I so empathize with the geek that tries so hard to fit in only to come off as a "possible serial killer". LOL.

Breaking up

Pretty much blows balls.

Promises, promises

BFF: You can be a carpenter if you promise, promise, promise, promise not to turn butch.
Me: I'm going to shave my head and wear a toolbelt that drags my jeans down so you can see my butt-crack.
BFF: (high pitched shrieking)
Me: I'm going to wear one long earring and one stud.
BFF: NO! NO! NO!

Hm

Witty and clever is all good. But I'm ready to be knocked off my ass laughing.

A good first line for an autobiography

Cheese, like romance, entered my life late. I wonder how much of this I can attribute to being Asian.

Childish Competitions

The plants on my fire escape are growing nicely. After failing last year, what with my roommate and I being unemployed and not having any time to do such taxing things as watering the plants everyday, I'm very pleased and hopeful for this year's crop. I hope it grows larger and more beautiful than the downstairs neighbor's plants. Smug bastards with their matching pots.

Still

Blissed out from being San Francisco and waxing poetic over everything.

Went to the grocery store today and they had Almondina - delicious, crispy natural cookie things.

$2.99 at the Met on Vanderbilt. Pricey, but cheaper than the $3.49 they're charging you online.

To do

Sign up for furniture classes - June
Web design - Nicole and Denise
Pilates/Dance - something to make your body rock hard.
Paint apartment

Today

Trader Joe's High Fiber cereal looks a lot like mice droppings.

Bloggedy blog

I wanted to write about cool things, post things that inspired me but it inevitably turns into a blog about ranting, feelings, my ex most recently and other trite things. I'm just going to stop fighting it and give in to the solipsism.

Though right now, I am inspired by the background paintings that Prada is using for their current campaign. I can't tell whether I would like them as much on their own or if it's their absolute perfectness for the current fashion line that I'm appreciating.

Really unfair

That "What if God was One of Us" is one of the songs that make me think of him. Seriously unfair.

The Reason I Love Skaar

Because I spent the 6 hour flight home reading Eat Love Pray and was hoping spirituality would help me through this damn break-up but was already secretly feeling a little pretentious and high school about it when I see that he has posted this, "pet peeve #678: when people describe themselves as 'spiritual'."

Awesome.

*But the book was good. But I'm not going to take myself so seriously. And how can I be sad when I'm in the best city ever? Answer: I can't.

Heartbroken

We're not going to have a life together. And I understand why but I'm heartbroken. It's because our lives apart are still unknowns. Why am I like this? I should be with someone who's practical and not a dreamer. I'm a dreamer, I hope I'll see him, I hope it will be romantic and he will ride into town looking for me when he's ready but I know deep down, it doesn't work that way.

La La La

It's fucking gorgeous out today and for once it doesn't depress the hell out of me for not being more happy because I am happy. It's the music. I have to listen to music every morning for the rest of my life.

I will be home in a week and I cannot wait.