Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Stupid not being able to sleep before a trip.

Stupid 1 am.

Stupid have to get up at 5 am.

Faith is wide awake, too, so that's not helping anything. We went through my headshots tonight. I wasn't really a fan of any of them. But the hilarious part about the whole thing? She finally understood what I meant about my boobs being big. In real life, you don't think about them that much. But on film, and I've said this a thousand times but no one believes me, my boobs cause a solar eclipse. There was one shot that had just the top half in. She turns to me and says, "Oh. I see what you mean now." Yeah. I look like a linebacker. Or like someone who weighs 300 pounds. So, she's extra committed to doing yoga with me every day. "To get them manageable." Her words.

OK, I'm going to bed now. No I'm not. I'm going to brush my teeth and make my bed and fall asleep about an hour before I have to get up which will then make me oh-so-tired.

Oh, I'm brining my camera to Austin. I've been on this big photo kick. So, yea for that.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

owe em gee.

My cooter is on fire. Ok, if you're still reading, let me just tell you about the worst waxing experience I've ever had, which ended about 20 minutes ago. See, Olympia in Arizona can't move to CA to be my personal bikini waxer. Although I'd like her to. And if I ever have a ridiculous amount of money, I might just fly back to AZ once every six weeks to enjoy her services.

I've been waxed one other time while I was out here, and I was not a fan. The chick left a couple of strips that I took care of when I got home. So, I knew I needed to try another place. There are a couple of small beauty shops across the street. One of them cut my hair and did a great job. (I'm starting to grow it out, and it was getting shaggy. Now it's all nice and shapely.) I called to make a waxing appointment, but the shop was closed today and I'm going out of town tomorrow. So I made an appointment with another place I walked by.

When I walked in, that should have been my first sign. She took me in the back after I explained what I wanted (out loud in front of the entire beauty shop--although I'm pretty sure I was the only other person who spoke English)(and even though I'd made an appointment and explained exactly what I wanted so I wouldn't have to say it out loud in front of the entire beauty shop) and was all surprised when she came back in the room to see me stripped down. I was beginning to wonder if she'd ever done a Brazilian before. Great.

She wheels in a cart of...what is that...sugar? Yes. I've heard of sugaring. Yeah it's all natural, but it's not nearly as good as wax in terms of getting the stuff off. Which was demonstrated when she had to go over everything several times. And there was still stuff there. I just wanted to pay my money and go. But she leaves the room and comes back with thread. For threading. OhDearGod. Not threading. I have not heard good things about this. Oh, and she leaves the door all wide open. And my nether region is facing said open door. She's like, can you spread your legs more, and I'm all, can you close the door?

Then, THEN she whips out hydrogen peroxide. To clean me. Can I just say ow? This is the most sterile my cooter has ever been. We're finally done and she's all, let me check to make sure I got everything, and I'm all, oh, it's fine. Even though I know it's not and I'll need to fix stuff when I get home. As I'm putting my shorts back on, she had the nerve to tell me I'm pretty. Are you kidding?? After you just got up close and personal with my ugly you're commenting on my pretty? I don't even know how to respond to that.

Good side? It was only $20 instead of $60. But I'm willing to pay $60 if I can get an Olympia-quality job.

Lesson: When you make an appointment for a Brazilian, ask what type of medium they use. If it's sugar-based, immediately hang up the phone.

Monday, August 27, 2007

i am completely overwhelmed right now. i'm taking care of too many things. i leave ridiculously early wed morning and the list of stuff i have to do exceeds the number of hours between now and then. oh, and while I was working today, the system logged me off so i lost 15 of the claims i'd processed.

i would cry, but i just don't have the time.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

I forgot to bring a change of clothes for after spinning this morning. I can't tell you how gross my ride home was. After the spinning class lets out, maintenance comes in to mop the floors. Even though people bring towels and everything, sweat still gets everywhere. I was trying to sit forward in my seat so I wouldn't get it wet. I'll leave you with that image.

Oh, and I just found out through my mom (who works at the library in front of my high school and calls me with weekly updates on everyone I used to know), that Tony Rimas is living in Austin. Hopefully I will get a chance to see him and meet his wife. He's a friend from school, but more importantly, he was my first real boyfriend. Yep. We went out from the end of 5th grade (if I remember correctly, he asked me out on the last day of school) to the beginning of 7th grade. So pretty much my whole life I've been a LTR kinda girl. He was my first french kiss. I remember talking to him on the phone and Kristen Keebaugh was in my room. We were making plans to go to a movie the next day. His parents would take, my parents would pick up.

Tony: Can I kiss you tomorrow?
Me: Of course. (he'd already kissed me on the cheek (first time was at a movie--UHF) and a few times on the lips. this was after a year of going out. remember those days...back when we used to take it slow?)
Tony: No, I mean with tongue.
Me: Hold on. *covers phone and whispers to Kristen* He wants to kiss me with tongue. What do I do?!?
Kristen: Say yes! *she had already kissed her boyfriend, Gabe Kleinhenz, with tongue.*
Me (back to Tony): Um, okay.

He was also the first boy who ever said "I love you." It was a thunderstorm and we were talking on the phone (I did a lot of talking on the phone in those days). The only room I could hear him was the downstairs bathroom. So I'm all crouched in the corner, plugging one ear, talking on the phone to my boyfriend. We decide to get off the phone b/c the thunder is so loud that it's hard for both of us to hear each other.

Tony: Well, I guess we can talk more tomorrow.
Me: Ok. Well, have a good night.
Tony: I love you.
Me: I love you, too.

I'm pretty sure that the second I hung up the phone squealing immediately commenced.

Ah, the memories. And now he's all grown up and mad successful and hopefully I'll get to say hi!


Saturday, August 25, 2007

This week has been the most i've worked out in i think my whole life.

sun = surf
mon = yoga
tues = morning: lift-upper body. yoga @ night
wed = spinning (& iO class that night!!!)
thurs = lift-lower body
fri = off. but i did get the best massage of my whole life
sat = spinning - just got back. clothes hanging up to dry

I feel amazing. And this has been a really tough week, so it's been much needed. The past few days, especially, have been hard. But I have OoB to look forward to. A whole week in Austin! And my next iO class is Monday. And, although some things have been crappy, even those are looking up. :-)

Friday, August 24, 2007

It's funny...I still have major control issues. If things aren't going a certain way, I'm sure I have the solution. Except that, I don't. Or, my solution is wrong. But the alternative is harder. If I just did things my way, it would be easier.

But it would be wrong.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Everyone please go check this out. I love how these girls write. I love how they narrate pictures. I love how this poor guy looks! I mean, check out his eyes!!

If you do not find this funny, perhaps we should rethink our friendship.

Friday, August 17, 2007

I signed up for my first round of IO classes!!! It starts next Wednesday. I miss week 2 b/c I'll be in Austin, but I'm sure it won't be a problem to sit in on another day. I'm so excited!

And last night I went to a screening of an indi film. Which I'm not allowed to talk about, even though I liked it. It was good to force myself to go out. I had a nice time, and I got to hang out with some WSU peeps. Plus I met a director and producer. How very Hollywood of me. :-)

Tomorrow zha and I are going on a bike ride, then I'm hitting the yoga class that's right around the corner from his house. Sunday is more surfing in Huntington Beach. Very excited about that!

You know, when you let it, life can be pretty good.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Hey, another earthquake!

And I thought I'd never experience one. Well, two in two weeks!

Day 2

So sore I can't even sit down.

Tuesday I had a training session with Jamison at the new LA Fitness. At the time, I thought, man, I'm not getting a good leg work out at all. But I can't keep my heart rate under control. (we were doing lunges and jumping jacks and the step-up things) Now that I'm not traveling like a crazy person, I'm much more regular with my exercise. I marked this one as a good one to try in a month to see how I've progressed cardio-wise.

Then I woke up yesterday morning for spinning. And couldn't move. Apparently, it was a perfectly fine work out for my legs and butt. Holy Buhjeezus! I wish my apartment had a hot tub, because I would be all over that sucker right now. Today is the same as yesterday. I feel old. But it can only get better, right? Tomorrow I'm going to spinning and yoga no matter what. I know that once I start moving, the pain subsides (a little, at least). It's just the "getting moving" part that hurts so much. I seriously don't think I've ever been so sore after a workout that even sitting still hurts. Yeah.

On the upside, I've dropped a couple of pounds and my stomach is getting flatter. SO, yea for that.

Friday, August 10, 2007


Faith's mom (Patty), sister (Charity), and niece (Asha) are visiting this week. Two nights ago, at 1am, it felt like Asha was shaking my bed, trying to wake me up. I rolled over and said, "What do you need, sweetie?" and realized no one was there. I immediately started to freak out. See, I have this absurd fear of ghosts and assorted scary things, and of course that's where my mind went. To the part in The Exorcist where the bed is all floating in the air. I'm half asleep, trying to gather my senses. I look around my room to see if anything else is shaking. But right then, it stops. It was very subtle, so I thought I might have been imagining it. Then I notice the hall light is on. I go downstairs. Patty is up and asks if that was an earthquake.


I was all excited to experience my first earthquake! Sarah's been here 3 years and has only felt 1, so I didn't think my chances were that great. But I did. It was very weird. Turns out it was a 4.5, with the epicenter pretty far away from where we live, and no injuries were reported.

After I got over the excitement, I realized my car is parked under our apartment building. If it's ever a big one, my car is toast. So, although it was supercool to feel the earth move in that way, I've decided I'm over it. So, if there ever are any more, please keep them small enough for no injuries or property damage.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

You would think that giving voice to your fears would help you get past them. Or at least make them less scary.

Being a girl is highly overrated.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Guess who's not drunk in this photo:

Sarah put up her pics for Tosha's wedding. Go check it out!