i'm watching pants-off dance-off for the first time (i was told to watch it - it's not my fault!). some sort-of-chunky, trashy, fake-boobed, fake blonde chick is shaking around. aiya.
i'm tiiiired. i haven't been sleeping very well this weekend, i keep waking up early with that sort of achy hungover feeling. i think it is because of the very large amount of beer i drank on friday night (at least next weekend i will be in chicago -- i'm sure i can detox then). i went back to truck stop (fewer mullets this time!) where i said hi to an asian guy i've met (short, spiky hair, glasses, pudgy face), only to realize that it was a girl. oops. "HI!" "hi! ... i don't remember you..." "oh... uh... that's cool..."
(oh, there's a hot girl dancing now -- and she's a good dancer. go jayla. wait, now there is, like, a balding accountant guy in a suit with GLASSES. AND a cell phone on his belt! clothes are coming off! nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
i'm also sore because for the first time in a few weeks i actually remembered to take my rollerblades to the beach and didn't have to make people wait for me to rent. i have discovered that my blades... really need to be oiled, or the wheels loosened, or something... because they don't really move. the last couple weeks we rollerbladed the same distance, the same amount of time, and i was totally fine, but this week, DAMN my legs are sore! i had to push a ton harder to make myself go. i guess i shouldn't complain because it's a better workout? anyway. i hurt now.
other than that i just spent the weekend with my family. we, uh, picked out a plot for my mom this weekend and then spent four hours at rose hills completing the paperwork. the woman there (who had a terrible mullet -- what hairstylist sees these people and is like, "that's what you want? great! no problem!"?) kept commenting on how nervous she was having a doctor and lawyer in the room, and took for-ever. so... that was pretty depressing (but no worries, i am suppressing nicely). the lot itself is nice, and pretty close to my grandparents. anyway.
okay. i'm going to bed. bye.
we saw rent tonight. yay! we had dinner first at hollywood & vine -- i had a tasty pork chop and love the old hollywood decor. rent was lots of fun. the roger character sort of... sang "one song" a little too differently from my soundtrack for me, and the mimi character was... too short, but of course i loved it all.
afterward ayumi and ak went home, and my other friend and i went to here for "truck stop" night. i didn't know that here has another lesbian night on fridays, but apparently it is trucker themed. there were, um, a lot of trucker hats and mullets. it was interesting. but we had a good time.
tonight i went to my sister's and watched the baby while she and paul went to a work dinner. sahar came over and we hung out, played with alex, and ordered chinese food. alex was pretty tired because he didn't nap this afternoon, like he usually does. at one point, i was laying on the ground and he knelt down next to me, leaned forward, and collapsed into me, with the side of his face resting on my stomach as he gazed up at me. it was the most endearing thing ever.
so... i've been reading divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood, and it's been pretty good so far. a bit slow here and there, but good overall. then i got to this passage (the main character is going to bed):
But, as she settled into the darkness, her angels lit near her feet. First, they whispered, love your salmon pink and soft orange overlay; let it glow with clear, bright purity. So Sidda touched herself. She touched her blossom until, out of self-love, it swelled and quivered. Then she nodded off.
SALMON PINK AND SOFT ORANGE OVERLAY???? BLOSSOM???? who the fuck writes like that?! oy. i will keep reading, because overall it's been good, but now i am distrustful. what's going to happen when the main character actually gets it on with her fiance? next time this woman writes a book, she should not allow her adolescent daughters to write the sex scenes.
must remember not to, after going out bar-hopping on a school night, go back to my place with a friend and talk until 4 am. oy.
read bridget jones last weekend and stopped using words "i" and "the" and spelling out word "very."
v. tired now.
kind of annoying. hopefully will end soon.
started reading divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood (dad buys 8 million books at book sales and then has them lying around), am liking it more than expected. recent favorites are still middlesex and time traveler's wife.
abbreviated writing pissing me off now. bye.
i'm having a brutal night of poker. i won back $75 or so last night, and then lost $100 tonight. every time i had pocket KK, someone had AA, or a lower pair that flopped a set. i'd make my set, but it would make someone else's flush/straight. i got so pissed off that i decided in the last 30 minutes i'm up, i will log out of all these tables and play a twice as expensive table. it is bad, as my first hand just showed -- i'm so angry i'vce gone tilt. id ecided to aggressively bluff but was called through and lost $16 in one hand. FUCKING PARTY POKER! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
i'm at the sky harbor international airport in phoenix, waiting for my now two-hour-delayed flight. i'm not so jazzed about this, as i'm already pretty exhausted and this means i'll be getting into LA around midnight. the only thing to make this better is that apparently the airport offers completely free wireless internet. so. now i'm blogging and on a wait list for poker. (i'm on a baaaad losing streak. a couple nights ago i lost a hundred bucks when i was exhausted and playing too loosely, but last night i lost a hundred bucks when i was playing lucidly. sad.)
i came to arizona yesterday morning to visit my dad, which was nice. we cooked together and talked and generally bonded and i got to go swimming multiple times and now have a little tan. this afternoon we headed to my cousin's house to visit my cousin and aunt and see my cousin's baby (i think this might be a second cousin or a cousin once removed or something like that, but i don't really know and i'm referred to as her auntie). after visiting a bit my aunt said she wanted to take me to dinner, and we settled on red lobster (yay cheese biscuits!). so we decide to meet there at 5:30 (early dinner because i had to get to the airport for my now-delayed flight).
my dad and i got to the restaurant at 5:30, where we were told that there would be a 30-40 minute wait. this was a little worrisome because i had to leave for the airport by 7:00, but my aunt wasn't there yet so we left her a message on her cell phone and just waited. they didn't come, and didn't come, and didn't come. they weren't home, and my aunt's cell number turned out to have changed, so we couldn't reach them. our little pager thingy finally went off and they still hadn't arrived, so we decided to just sit down and wait at the table. i started perusing the menu (i felt like crab legs), but they didn't seem to have any crab, and i got really confused. i kept looking through their seafood section, and looked at the front of the menu, which had some innocuous design, and i'm still confused, and then i look up my dad and ask, "are we at the olive garden?!" he says, "oh! we are!"
we jumped up and ran over to the next closest restaurant in the parking lot, which was, of course, red lobster. turns out we'd driven into the parking lot where the red lobster was but by the time we hit a parking spot, we'd strayed over to the olive garden and didn't notice as we walked in. when we got to red lobster my aunt and cousin's family were sitting there wondering why we were so late. whoops.
i've won back all of my online poker losses. since january, that was right around $200-250, and sometime a couple weeks after vegas i had a bad night and went down all the way to $300. on top of that i'd lost $100 in blackjack sometime in january. i'm now $35 short of having won all that back ($367 in a week!). yay! i finally learned how to play poker.
i will try to tighten this up, and then may move to learning no limit. then diane can take all my money next time i see her.