Story of my (Love) Life

Saw this today on facebook. It is an eerily accurate account of my love life. How can I be sooooo unbelievably unoriginal. Feeling depressed about love as I am want to do lately. Is this accurate for most other people too? For you? 

I usually don't like these youtube video episode things. They usually have the kind of humor that annoys me, but this one is pretty good.

Hurricane

It is indeed Thursty Thursday today, and I am here at my desk achingly longing for 5:00, or 4:30? 4:00? It is only 11:00. Bugger.
I woke up late today because I thought my second alarm was my first so I turned it off and went back to sleep, only to leap out of bed 50 minutes later in a frenzy of dog walking/tooth brushing/contact wearing/jean donning. My shoulders and arms are so sore. Thanks Trainer Tom... *daggers*
Anyhow, happy-bruise is looking mildly better but I think she'll still need to put on her happy face tomorrow. Tonight...PBBG. Will I see you there? I HOPE SO! Look for me! I think I'll be wearing my new ASOS T-shirt (it's on sale now! get one!):

I don't know what to wear with it, but I feel like it needs to be accessorized with a drink in my hand.
On a more civilized note, here are some photos from last weekend when I was home with my family.

I have a scrunch-faced laugh here because I'm crouching uncomfortably and so my aunt thought it would help if she held my butt. But her hand on my butt felt so awkward, and she wasn't even providing support! She was just resting her hand casually on the cusp of my buns.  Hence, scrunched face laughing. That's my grandma on the right. I love her white hair. 

This! Is my best buddy! My daddy :) Do we look alike?

@ Matt Wertz Concert @ Anthology in SD with my dearest love Melinda. 

So last weekend, I got a perm on saturday! Sorry I forgot to tell you I think. My hair is pretttttty curly now, but I like it! I hung out with some buddies and we knocked back a few drinks while playing King's Cup on my phone haha. (I have an app for that!) Sunday, I had lunch with my aunt and grandma and when I got back to SD @ night, Melinda and I went to see one of my favorite artists, Matt Wertz perform his beautiful guitar vocal masterpieces. Check him out. If my heart had a song, I think it'd sing a remix of Matt Wertz and Usher.
I think I'm going to slowly eat my lunch now. And then get coffee so that this day can pass more quickly! Yippee!

Waiting

It's a late night at work today. I left in the middle of the day for a training sesh at the gym and then delay delay delay...I'm still at work. Good news is, it's Wednesday! Hump day has officially descended upon us and is almost over too! Wings Wednesday anyone?
If today is Wednesday, yup you guessed it, tomorrow is THURSTY THURSDAY. My girl Helena will be here to celebrate and have fun and enjoy life in San Diego. Unfortunately my bruise is resilient as ever. It looks painful, but fortunately isn't! Look how happy it is!

Regardless of pooled subcutaneous blood, birthday celebrations continue. Party bus is booked. Booze has been purchased. Liver is recuperated. Dress has NOT been purchased, but I'll do that on Friday.

Some photos from actual birthday sake bomb/karaoke night.

before

after. oops. superhuman strength. 

This was one of the few photos of this set that doesn't show my crotch. Who's that guy on the left?

My roomie and I were watching Sex&City last night, and it put me in a strange mood as some chick flick/romantic things do because they cause me to question my life and my ability to emote and feel love. I hastily shoved those feelings aside and went to soak my bruise in the hot tub in hopes of melting it away. As you can see, that was unsuccessful. I've decided to wear a mini skirt/dress nonetheless and to decorate my bruise with a smiley face as demonstrated above. It makes it so happy and approachable no? I'll need to come up with a great story to go with the bruise. Open to suggestions.

I'd like to watch a movie tonight, but since I have nobody to go with, I will do what millions of other single women do. Red box! It's much less judgmental than a rental store but less of a commitment than Netflix. Perfect! So in approximately 1 hour from now Charlie (dog) and I will snuggle up on the couch with a chick flick and hopefully some junk food. I used to LOVE chick flicks, and I aspired to rent every single one from Blockbuster. However, the more I realize that I'm not the cookie cutter lover, the more I shy away from them because well they scare me! 

I can't decide what my favorite food is, but today I present to you:

My Top 7 Foods that I'd be Stranded on an Island With: 

1. Soup Noodles

2. Fish Tacos/Calamari Taco from Fred's

3. Umami Burger

4. Chicago Style Pie

5. Pad Thai

6. Eggs Benedict

7. Fried Chicken

As you can tell, I'm a really healthy eater. If I could have these items in rotation on a deserted island, I would be happy as a clam and would blissfully live my gluttonous days until I die of cardiac failure or a stroke. 

Pins and Needles

This week, several of my very very best friends are coming to visit me here in San Diego, and nothing could make me happier (unless my sister came too). I'm so excited, and it's all I think about all day from the second I wake up and even in my sleep. Some of the best times I can't remember are with these friends and I feel like they're such a huge part of who I am today. To be reunited with these precious gems of my past just feels like coming home.
Lately, I have been trying to better define who I am. I think for anyone this is an impossible task, but I'm trying to start by figuring what I like. While most people have a list of favorites, hobbies, talents, and passions that define them, I am really rather nondescript. All I can start with is that I love the color Black (like my soul).
Introspection is definitely not my forte, but I'm going to try to scrape the surface of my emotional consciousness. So I'm going to share this journey with you, blog, and together we'll try to identify the rays of light that illuminate my life.
I'm leaving my beloved San Diego in two months. Every day, every minute, every nanosecond is so unbelievably precious. (Every last delicious taco!!!) I feel like for the first time, I'm living so completely in the moment and not even wanting to look ahead to what lies ahead. I just want to press pause and tread water and take it all in so that this feeling will never fade and everything that is San Diego will sparkle in my mind forever.
Please press pause with me!

Uterus Ejection Day

my life. the numblur.

there's a lot of shoulder in this photo.

AMFs.. they have done me in more times than I can even remember (because i don't remember)

Normally on a Thursday night, we would be at the dive bar depicted above. However, since we went two weeks in a row and we're going next week I made the executive decision to not go tonight. Instead, sake bombs and karaoke will be the themes of the night. I hope my voice doesn't give since everyone I know is currently the plague.
Today is my birthday! I took some Nyquil last night to ensure a good night's rest and to protect myself from the plague so this morning i was a groggy mess and fell asleep during the morning lab meeting. The nap was sooo nice, leaning against the warm window with the metronome of voices elaborating on scientific phenomena way over my head. After another coma-inducing lunch with my coworkers, I reluctantly carried out a few experiments and am now waiting to go to the pub!
Someone recently told me that their perception of me was that I am a party girl. I was not sure whether to laugh or be offended. As you can tell from my posts and photos, I do enjoy a good party, often. However, don't judge me by my strong liver and my affinity for loud music and dance! People like to talk, but I think the silver lining here was that person was surprised to find that I have at least several neurons not damaged by alcohol poisoning. I love to surprise people, so I will focus on the positive and ignore the rest.

Like a BOSS

The real boss is in the middle (khaki colored shirt; khaki pants). What up?

For my boss's birthday, we all dressed like him. It happened to be April Fool's day too. Enjoy our silly pics! 

Sunny Side SD

There was a period of spectacular weather in SD a week-ish ago. My roomie and I went down to the beach for a stroll and some hottie-spotting. Now, looking out my window at work, I spy some promising rays of sunshine. Metaphor for life? I don't know yet but am open to possibilities. 

I'm sorry  haven't updated my blog in a while because I really haven't been at home much. It also hasn't been on my mind much because honestly nothing has been on my mind much. NUMBLUR (BOOM! I just made that word up!)

Ever since Sharon turned 21, our days/nights are a cocktail of alcohol and music, interrupted by short fits of sleep and loooooonng days at work. Keeping busy and going out a lot definitely helps with keeping my mind off my recent breakup. 

My birthday is tomorrow. I will be 24 years old. Nothing crazy planned; just some sake bomb and singing. Honk if you love karaoke! This weekend I'm going home to spend quality time with my parents and quietly celebrating the day that I was ejected from my mother's womb. NEEXXT week, is going to be a mother trucking shit show. That is my prediction at least. A bunch of my bestest girls are coming (as well as my #1 hurricane), and we're going to hit up our old haunts on Thursday night and get crazy in a party bus Friday night. I'll try to take some pictures to show you all, but I might lose my camera so no guarantees.

OMFGROFLMAO! FJSDFUISNK

laughed so hard.
Found this on Helena's blog.

FACK

weheartit

I've been feeling like I'm drinking too much hatorade lately. I blame hanging out with Sharon. Or perhaps it my recent breakup that's making me feel sullen and angsty.
But I fucking hate cutesy cutesy shit. And JC Litas. At least for today, I'd rather eat grass than wear a fuckin sun dress.
If you're with me, throw your middle finger to the air
that's how I roll.

Subterfuge

I have to admit I took these photos on Wednesday (with my tripod as you can tell), but the time between taking photos and uploading photos and posting photos is a black hole. I've also been sick! Since Vegas, I have been suffering from pretty bad pharyngitis (imagine sandpaper in your esophagus). Luckily, my doctor gave me some antibiotics and I'm feeling infinitely better. So much better in fact, that I went out to a bar last night with my best down ass bitches. Now now, don't you start lecturing me because I did keep alcoholism to a minimum and was a good mama bird. 

I wagged my little finger at all the nasty creepers that approached my baby birds. As for myself, I think the big FUCK YOU sign on my forehead was sufficient. The only molestation I suffered was a make-out attack from a girl with a tongue ring. 

The tongue ring was interesting but... no thanks girlfriend. You're really wasn't my type in so many ways. Bitch was STRONG though! It's like my face was caught in a bar-version of a twisted SAW subterfuge! 

Anyhow, late night @ PBBG again. I'm up early because I thought I had a meeting, but it's been cancelled so I spent the last hour eating my fage and catching up with you!