Paper Break

I must take a hiatus from my blog. I have too much to do these last few weeks including 2 term papers, about 10 mini papers, a lrge presentation on a topic my teacher still needs to approve, and moving my stuff to another place. I just do no have the time at hte moment and will return when I get some of this knocked out.

Spring Break Highlights

Here it is, the extremely condensed version of my spring break. It was pretty eventful so I will just outline what happened and if you want to know more, just tell me.

Thurs. 3/17
Tab arrives. Eat at Denny's.
Fri. 3/18
Get fruit, eat at Hard Rock, watch a live band.
Sat. 3/19
Go to eat at my restaurant and then to Hookah Bar.
Sun. 3/20
Go to beach, rent mopeds, get hit by a stolen car in a car chase, go to club, meet some cuties, eat at Denny's
Mon. 3/21
Return mopeds, take a nap, eat at TGI Friday's
Tues. 3/22
Go to zoo and aquarium, go to a Luau
Wed. 3/23
Go Shooping, go to a BBQ, have a drink at E&S's house
Thurs. 3/24
Tab gets tattoo, I get ready for work, Tab leaves, find out one of my servers got in a REALLY bad car accident
Fri. 3/25
Did laundry all day, worked, ran into Nicole and hung out with her at her place of business, hung out with the guys I met on Sunday
Sat. 3/26
Got four piercings down my spine, went to work, saw some live bands
Sun. 3/27 (HAPPY EASTER!)
Spent $40 at Godiva store, picked up pictures, slept, rented Anchorman, held the hand of the guy who pierced me while he got tattooed, hung out with them after


That about sums it up.

SPRING BREAK!!

See you when it's over...

School's Out

SPRING BREAK!! See you when it's over...

School's Out

SPRING BREAK!! See you when it's over...

School's Out

SPRING BREAK!! See you when it's over....

Life's Little Questions

My sister brings up a very good point. There are many things we encounter in life we just didn't get taught in Carol Ann's class. She left out a few that I'm sure many people wonder about. Things like~

~How to tell your parents you're gay.
~How to tell your partner you have an STD/are pregnant.
~How to figure out who the father is.
~When is it time to have your stomach pumped?
~What to say the morning after a selacious drunk dial.
~How to recognize the signs of your roommate selling her body for money.
~How far is too far? (Is stripping ok vs. hooking? Is go-go dancing ok vs. stripping?)
~How to make your roommate pay her rent after you move out (because she doesn't want to pay anymore).
~How to deal with the smell of paper factories?
~How to deal with psychotic neighbors.

You know, now that I think about it there is a lot young adults could encounter in their late teens and twenties that just aren't talked about or are acceptable to talk about in today's society.

Powerful Iodine

Ever notice how utterly unpleasent the things in your gyno's office are? For instance, Have you actually read all of the STD charts? Have you appreciated the pictures of herpes enlarged x10? Have you noticed the utterly disgusting picture of shingles on the herpes poster (which neglects to tell you shingles is not an STD)? Does it make you want to be tested every day? Have you looked at all the instruments and gagets and potions like "Sureglide" and "Sliderite" and tongue depressors? (what the hell do you use a tongue depressor for in a gyno visit?) I noticed a big bottle of prodine today. It was labled "POWERFUL IODINE SOLUTION" instead of "PRODINE" and was over by the naked man/woman insides chart of STDs and which organs they affect. The things that I couldn't figure out their uses (in a gyno office) were:
1. tongue depressors (open wide!)
2. a large container of baby powder (only a little more obvious than the...)
3. large container of baking soda
4. not so much the use, but I couldn't figure out why the "Sliderite" was in an aerosol can
5. the pillow on the chair because your head is never up high enough to rest on it

Any other odd devices you have found in the scary office?

Diaries of a Honolulu Call Girl

At first it was a healthy (as healthy as you can get) infatuation with a pimp. Then it was hanging out with the pimp. I believe it has now progressed (or digressed depending on your point of view) into working for the pimp. My roommate is a call girl. She thinks I don't know and keeps trying to hide it from me and New Roommate, but we are smarter than that. I think it started Sunday, with the odd phone call I got from her:

She: Are you ok? I couldn't get a hold of you guys.
Me: We are at dinner, you know that.
She: I'm sorry I haven't been able to get all my money to you on time. I just want you to know that it won't happen any more.
Me: Is everything ok? Are you on drugs?
She: I'm fine, I'm not on drugs. Enjoy dinner.

That's the abbreviated version.

Her hair is much more blond. With bangs. Which I know she hates.

More reasons I think my roommate is a hooker:
1. She "gets ready for work" at the burger place where she works (or worked) in black pants and a slutty tank top I used to own. The uniform at the restaurant is khaki shorts, an aloha shirt, and tennis shoes.
2. New Roommate asked when she was going to pay back the money she owes NR. She said "hold on, let me call my job".
3. Mentioned having to work with a known hooker AT (not during) the pimps birthday party.
4. Not coming home till 6 in the morning. The restaurant closes at 11.
5. I caught the tail end of a conversation. "...I told him I was in college. He said, 'how can you be in college if you're only 15?'. I'm just seeing another side of humanity."
6. Saying how she can only eat one meal a day now.

The worst thing about it is I can't move out of my apartment now because I can't afford to pay double rent for that long (my lease isn't up till July 31). PLUS NR's current roommate is hanging down at the pimp's as well. I don't think it was my fault with poor choice of friends because she was a good student last year who went to school and didn't bring that many guys over. She's just spiraled out of control. I tried to help her, but now I think the best thing I can do is wash my hands of all this. (It's great reading the diary of a call girl, but living with one is a different story.)

Does anybody have any advice? They don't teach you about dealing with things like this in college.

At least she isn't a streetwalker.

Healthy Hamburger Tip

How many times have you come home and wondered, "What the hell shoudl I have for dinner that wont make my ass fat but still tastes good?" and end up making mac & cheese? I switched to hamburger helper. Instead of hamburger I used ground beef substitute like Boca Ground Burger. The Lasagna is the best one (I think). You can also use the ground meatless for things like veggie tacos (try adding spicy black beans in instead of refried beans).

Pimp Juice

So here's the thing...Nicole's hanging out with a pimp. Hanging out a whole bunch with a pimp. A real pimp. She met him at a club and he tried to get her to hook for him. Now she hangs out with him ALL the time. She had to get permission from his hookers to hang out with him. He actually does her lots of favors too like buying manicures and pedicures for her and my future roomate's current roomate (big sordid love triangle), buying her hair appointments, and so on. She even said that her hair has to go more blond because HE wants it to be more blond. All I have to say is WHAT THE HELL?! I mean, yeah, it's great she finally found a sugar daddy (and beleive me, he has the $ugar), but WHAT THE HELL?! How is it that all this crazy shtuff always happens to me? Personally, I've never met him, and honestly I don't care to. I don't see anything good coming from this.

PS~If anyone want to visit Hawaii and wants discounted visit with a female companion, I have the hook up.

I Want a Man Named Mac

I want a Mac for my very own. I want to have a little Mac to play with on a daily business. I like my PC and it is wonderful for stuff, but I really want a Mac to take up permanent redsidence. I was thinking either an eMac or a Mac Mini. I think I would have to wait until I get to where I'm going to be for a while, whether it be a new school or a new apartment with a new roommate (that's in the cooker as we speak). Finacial and logistical reasons of course. If I do stay here, I also want to get a crappy car, moped, or a crotch rocket. Unless somebody wants to drive my car to California. Hmmm...

Homecoming

This weekend was very odd. On Thursday my friends started coming home from Iraq. If you will recall, the left last January and have been gone for 13 months. These are the pictures before they left, I'll post up new pictures of them back once I get them. I am so glad they came home and wanted to spend every minute this weekend with them. I did for the most part except when I had to work and when I was studying for my huge endocrine exam that I had today. I barely got any sleep and just sat up with them most the night because none of them really slept. I went along with everything they wanted to do from strip clubs to beach time, and tried my hardest to find them chicks. It was weird because A. They were home and B. They would tell me things about when they were gone and what they did that tore me apart. They were so terrible. I didn't not wish for a moment I could erase everything and make like it never happened to them. It was really weird looking at them enjoying everything I take for granted living here like they had never encountered it before. It made me wonder if I should really transfer in the fall or not. I think one of the reasons I was so depressed in the first place about living here is all my friends were leaving and being deployed. That and I hate where I live apartment wise. Since people are starting to come back, I don't if I even really want to go. I don't know if I want to make up my mind now. I mean, the university and my living situation suck huge giant donkey dong, but the life I have right now with my job and my friends and the culture is actually not that bad. I don't know. I just don't know.

Cell Phone Blues

The screen on my cell phone is getting darker. It isn't a leak because I can see my screen saver just fine. There are also these fuzzy lines on it. I wonder if I will just wait until my phone goes completely black before I call warranty. Let's see how long I can procrastinate...

I smell cake. Cheap store bought cake with that yummy sugar/lard icing that is so good, yet so bad. mmmmmm...

Hookahs and Belly Dancers

Friday nights I went to a hookah lounge very similar to This one. The lounge it a new addition to my favorite Egyptian restaurant in Honolulu. The cost was $10 per person for the first bit and $5 per person for each refil. The experience was like nothing else because you can actually taste the flavors of the tobaccos you are smoking. Thsi is because most of the nasty crap is filtered out through the 3 foot long tube and the 9 inches of water. It is like breathing cold, nicotinated flavored air. Even with all these people smoking, there was no haze in the room and you didn't smell like smoke when you got home. To top it off there was a FABULOUS belly dancer there and yummy vittles like falafel, a tray of dips and pita, and rose/champagne sorbet. Further more, the owner's nephew is one of my friends so add that to the 10% discount UH students get and I was set. It still was expensive as crap because my friend and I smoked five hookahs (but one was free) and were there for four hours.

It seems like a place sister-dear would enjoy if she would just fly out.

Fiber and Calcium

The nutrition people on the same floor as me fillay broke my will to eat junk food all the time. Those damn "Overweight? Try Fiber!" and "Osteoperosis kills!" signs (maybe I'm exaggerating) finally convinced me to buy and abundance of vegetables and yogurt. This in turn made me want to do yoga before school for some unimaginable reason. I've even started buying organic products eventhough they are more expensive and I have no money. It's those damn hippies wanna-bes with those dreadlocks and wierd west-south-central-African horn tube instuments with buttons and strings and bongos smoking weed all the time. Is it possible I've gotten a contact buzz from living in this state?

I've started buying foods my roommate doesn't like to try and train her to not eat my food. My cabinet is now littered with tofu, pre-packaged Indian food, Mediterranean food, and tuna. Every thing else I like and I know she will eat I stuck in my closet. Here is my problem...veggies. They are in a common area. I need recipes on how to prepare veggies so that she is turned off by MY veggies. I could eat Greek salad all the time, but I don't think I could take feta for that long. I really hate that I have to do this, but it's time for her to learn not to eat my foodies. I was just wondering if any of you have favorite recipes involving exotic spices, tofu, tuna, feta or goat cheese, or something of strange color and texture. Any suggestions?

HAPPY FAT TUESDAY!!!

I hope everyone had or is going to have a happy Fat Tuesday. This is also known as Mardis Gras. Today I plan on going to Waikiki to walk around and look at evrybody getting toasted. And wear beads. And have people ask me if I will show my boobs for some more to which I will reply "$%#^ NO". I missed last year, but not this year. I'm excited. How did you spend yours? Passed out in a gutter? Naked on a pool table? Or how about just being a glutton? Have you decided what you are sacrificing for Lent (if you do that thing)? Did you use a designated driver? Did you get many strands of beads? Did you do anything at all?

DOUBLE YOUR HOLIDAY FUN!!!
Tomorrow (Feb. 9, 2005) is the official Chinese New Year. Hawaii has such a large Chinese population, you can bet it will be a party. We've had parties for this for the past two weeks. Exciting, huh?

Gmail

I finally remembered my G-mail account information. I signed on and discovered I had 50 invites! I sent one to myself because I want it again so now I have 49. The problem is, I don't know that many people. What do you think I should do with them? Make people suck up to me? Sell them? MAke people apply for it like a scholarship with an essay and stuff? Any suggestions? Anybody want an invite?