27th September, 2008
This Was A Night Of Good Things
Well, there were some stupid things, but it’s still good.
Friday went by slowly, especially up until the festivities started. After I wrote the sarcastic “hate letter” at work, I went off to a VSA bonfire event. Until the food was cooked, we played a bunch of games and whatnot. Ran into NB since we’re in the same family. (VSA is divided into four groups — “families”) I tried to eat a hamburger but it was still too hard for me to chew with my molars without some pain, so I just ate some naked hot dogs instead. We played capture the flag right around twilight and it was getting to the point where it was too dark to see and then it had turned 8pm, which was when I had wanted to go. I didn’t leave without any battle scars though. Since the grass had dew, it was slippery and I ended up running into our wooden prison, skinning my arm pretty badly. That hurt like a bitch when I showered afterward.
The reason I left was because I needed to get back and get ready to clubbing with my JYL! I knew that there was a less likely chance she’d cancel on me because her friend was actually picking us up this time and she wouldn’t have had to subject herself to riding the BART. I know, it’s a bit lame, but it is what it is. I showered, put on my makeup at her place while we got the party started early with a few drinks. Both she and I are such lightweights, it’s a little amusing. By the time her friend, CZ, had picked us up, we were already pretty buzzed. We got to the club, Icon Lounge, pretty early. I was actually stopped by the door because the ID I was holding was expired. I loved it when the first bouncer said that he knew it was me though, just wasn’t sure since it was expired. The second bouncer asked me what street I “lived” on and luckily, I remembered my roommate’s details very well.
They greeted us with some champagne when we came in and since JYL had ditched both us and CZ before, she bought us a round of drinks. By that point, I was pretty much gone in terms of being able to stay sober. By the time EC showed up, I was pretty wasted. It was all good though. We stepped out twice to cool off and whatnot and the second time, we had “the talk” in my drunken stupor and yes, my Libra side is rejoicing because now we have stability (relative) and a name and I know where I stand. From where I’m standing, it’s looking pretty good.
Last night was an event that was hosted by the Oakland Raiders (football) and I remember at one point, I had asked someone to take our picture. He stared at me as if I had just asked him to fetch me some water. Then I realized that he was a football player because he was obviously too high and mighty to take a goddamn picture. It was amusing, but that just made me dislike football players more. I know, not all of them are snobbish like that, but seriously?! Too high to take a picture? That’s ridiculous.
We all got home safely. EC took me back, stayed over, and left in the morning since he had things to do back at home. I don’t know when I’ll see him next because the following weekend is midterm weekend and then after that, I’m headed out to Vegas! I asked him to come, but he said that he had already taken too many vacations and needed to stay to be a good little worker.
Today was a slow day. I watched a bit of last night’s presidential debate only to realize that I hate watching two old men bicker. I proceeded to take myself to the gym where I ran/power-walked two miles on the treadmill and swam 750 meters. I am so not a land person. I’d swim any day over running, but if I want to really slim down, I need to run. AL told me that I could just ease up into it by starting slow and then with time, increase the speed. Hopefully it’ll work and I’ll be slimmer by Halloween. Then again, I will probably get my braces by then and will be living on soup, so I’ll probably lose some more weight through that.
Anyway, I need to be productive. I came home and pretty much passed out for three hours and have yet to do something really productive. Night!
Tags: bonfire, clubbing, CZ, EC, Icon Lounge, JYL, VSA
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14th September, 2008
This Is A Lot For One Weekend
The week went by alright. In all reality, I was just waiting for the weekend. The VSA Tet Trung Thu festival was fun. I tried to make my own lantern, but failed. I’m really liking this whole thing. It’s a lot easier knowing that a few of the members are also in my class, so I don’t feel like an odd one out. One of the SOPi girls is in the club too.
So I got a job! It wasn’t the security monitoring position that I had originally wanted, but this will still be good. I’ll get paid more anyway. My “official” title is “Student Assistant II” and all I have to do is take care of the computers for the School of Social Welfare. There were some issues since I am a current student of the school, so they’ll just have to adjust a few things, such as the administrative passwords and deny me access to a few of the computers (Dean’s, advisor’s computers, etc). It will be maybe about 12 hours a week, depending on how much they want me to do. I’m really liking how this semester is turning out.
The weekend finally came, but before I had to take care of a few things. I went to go see an orthodontist for a consultation. Hopefully, my dad will allow me to get the braces. Sure, I’ll feel a little more self-conscious than I already do now about my teeth, but it will be worth it in the end. I’m hoping my dad will let me get the ceramic braces instead of the regular metal ones because the ceramic ones are a little less visible. However, it is $800 more to have the ceramics on both arches.
EC had a little bit of a beer pong thing on Friday night. A few people were there, one old face (he had gone camping last week) and a few new ones. My partner and I lost the first two games we played. On the third game, I had a new partner, his roommate, J and we won! (Despite the fact that I was already tipsy by that point). We slept in Saturday morning and because I’m a chick, I couldn’t stand to see the place look dirty, so I cleaned up while EC was at his Chinese class. When he came back from class, I was talking to him about how I had mentioned to JYL that I thought about taking EC to get a manicure, but she said that it would be a surefire way to get rid of him. So I brought up that conversation with JYL to EC and he mentioned that he actually wouldn’t mind getting a manicure. Just to make sure that he wasn’t “weird,” I asked his roommate, J, if he thought the same thing. Since J agreed that getting a manicure wouldn’t be so bad, I suggested getting one together, all three of us that is. They agreed and that was that. We ate pho (Vietnamese noodle soup) and then got manicures and pedicures. I was enjoying the site of seeing them both get pampered. It was hilarious. Of course, afterward, they kept commenting how different and how “clean” their hands and feet felt. I told JYL that I had gotten them both to go with me and she said, “He must like you a lot.”
Well, with that last sentence, he might like me, but we’re not doing anything serious just yet. I will explain this in a moment.
We headed back to the apartment and earlier, I had mentioned to EC that I wanted to stop by a Vietnamese festival that was going on for the mid-Autumn celebration. Since he also needed to have dinner with family in San Jose, he didn’t want to drive me down and back to the apartment and then back to his parents, so what he suggest? He told me I could take his car out. YES. I KNOW. I took out the 3rd generation Audi A4 because the Porsche is a stick. (Yes, he has not one, but two cars.) So I drove down and picked up MP to go to the festival. She was also in awe of said car. Once I mentioned that I had spent the night at EC’s, she gave me the look of, “Now I know why he let you take the car.”
MP and I briefly went to the festival. I was stopped by a woman who kept talking about how McCain would be better as a president than Obama. I wanted to leave, but she kept talking and MP wasn’t very good at saving me. Now, I don’t particularly have a choice yet, but I just hated that she was trying to persuade me. We left the festival and went to a primarily Vietnamese center. I wanted to get some cake, so I went into a bakery. Behind the register, this girl was asking me where my mother was. I told her that my mother was at home and I was quite confused as to why this girl was asking me that question since I know that I don’t normally go to the bakery. Then the girl said that she was the one who was renting out the room at my house. The second she said that, there was a big “OH SHIT.” look on my face and in my head. I asked her not to say anything to my mother, but if she does, I’ll be fine. It doesn’t hurt to change the story a little bit, right?
I did some brief grocery (more like snack) shopping at the nearby Vietnamese supermarket and then we headed out to eat dinner at PF Chang’s. The food was alright, but I was quite full from having a chicken kebab at the festival. However, I mentioned to MP that my appetite had been cut down dramatically in the last months, so she suggested that I get checked out for ulcers and whatnot.
I finally got back to EC’s place just in time to get ready to leave for San Francisco. EC’s fraternity brother was hosting his 25th birthday at one of the clubs, Mr. Smith’s. It was an alright place. I liked the decor. It was pretty small though. Since it was his friend, I let EC get drunk so I could drive us home. (Refrence to earlier) All night though, he kept introducing me as his “friend.” At this point, I don’t really care if we’re official or not; I’m having fun and he’s having fun. His friends probably think that we are official, but it’s okay. All that matters is what we know, right? As long as he and I are on the same page, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I’m okay with being his friend and damn, those are some good benefits that I’m getting.
Since he was going to a volleyball match in San Francisco today, we crashed at my place. He left early this morning and then I passed out again. For the rest of this Sunday, I’m waiting until 6pm for the student BBQ hosted by church. I could go earlier to help out, but since I was out all day yesterday, I need to study!
I don’t know if it’s the workload I have, but I feel as if I’m being so much more productive this semester than I have been in a while. It’s a nice feeling to know that I may be getting my life back on track. My mother told me yesterday that my aunts and uncles had commented on my “glow.” She said that when I wasn’t stressed and was happier in life, it showed on my face. I’m glad it did and I have a few people to thank for that, but most of all, I’m proud of myself for getting out of the hole. Well, okay, so I’m not entirely out yet, but I’m climbing and clawing my way out.
Tags: church, clubbing, dentist, EC, JYL, MP, Mr. Smith's, San Francisco, school, Tet Trung Thu, VSA, work
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