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Today I am having one of my lazy Saturdays, which is nice since last weekend was go, go, go. Matt and Jacob flew into town on Thursday and the party began. Literally they started drinking as soon as they got here in the afternoon. So when I got home from work Matt, Larry, Jacob, and Ash were all drunk. A little overwhelming taking 4 drunkies to Hollywood Blvd., but we had a good time. Hollywood Blvd is not mine or Ash's favorite place to be, but it's a place people want to see when they are visiting. It was kinda cool though because it was the premiere of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" so all the celebs were walking the red carpet and stuff.
Friday we went to Santa Monica Pier. It was a gorgeous day, a perfect weekend weather wise. It was so nice to just take off our shoes and walk along the beach. The water was freezing, but you got used to it. I really need to get to the beach more, it's so relaxing. Then the party was on....to Dimples we went for some drinking and karaoke. Larry and Matt were up first with "What I Got", what else, right? But when they got up there Ash stole the show from Matt and it became the Larry and Ash show. They rocked it though. Next up was Ash and me singing "Love is a Battlefield". I wanted to do "Heartbreaker", but Ash convinced me otherwise. I now know the real reason is because she taught herself all the moves and wanted to bust a move on stage. Of course I was wasted so I thought I was really rocking it out. After going back and watching the video, not so much, but it was still super fun. After Jacob bribed the song chick with $15!!!! his name was finally called. He spent forever trying to find a song and of course the only song he found that he really wanted to do was a duet. And of course he asked me to sing it with him, some song I had never even heard of, but being the drunk girl I was I said hell yeah! It was a little rough at first, but I drunkenly got into it. We were all karaoke stars that night...well except poor Matt....
Saturday was a bitch. I was so hungover, literally the worst headache of my life. But the boys went and picked me up some food, Ash got me some pills and on we went to the Hollywood sign. Climbing hills in the heat, hungover, what was I thinking? Matt and Jacob better appreciate that. It's always nice to bask in the beauty of California though. It never goes away, that feeling of awe I get from living in this beautiful place. It is just so gorgeous. Afterwards Ash and I cleaned up the pit of our apartment and invited Gen and Lousinia over for some fun. I of course was all funned out so no drinking for me, but that didn't stop anyone else. We played some Catchphrase, watched some old videotapes...and somehow they got started on a game of Truth or Dare. Matt and I were smart enough to keep out of it. All I know is people were kissing people and going in the pool. I went to bed because I had to work the next day, but I was kept up all night anyways with all the drunken craziness going on.
And that was our weekend. Lots of good times, some not so good times, tons of craziness and some good memories...
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I've been feeling pretty good lately, optimistic about life. Things have been looking up financially, people I love are moving to LA (and thinking of moving to LA), work is going good, Larry loves his job....why can't life just stay that way and not have to balance it with bad things? First we get a flat tire and have to get a new one, okay I can take that, no big deal. It didn't affect anything but our pocketbook. But then today I get a text from Larry's lil brother Philip saying that Grandma Carpio fell down the stairs and she was being rushed to the hospital. It's really serious. They think she is going to slip into a coma and don't give her a very positive outlook. It sucks. Larry is not taking it well and I feel horrible because there is nothing I can do to make him feel better. We just have to wait it out, pray and hope she pulls through it.
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I don't really talk to my mom on a regular basis. She calls frequently, but most the time it's at a time when you never know what kind of condition she's going to be in so it's safer not to answer. Yesterday she called around 5pm (7pm her time) and since I'd been ignoring a lot of her phone calls recently I answered. It's not like we fought or had a bad conversation or anything, it's just sad to talk to my mom sometimes. No matter how long it's been since I've come to the realization that my mom is who she is and she's never going to change, it still saddens me to think about the life she has chosen to lead. Talking to her it's always better to say on safe topics and keep things easy. You can't even really get into details on things going on in your own life because she doesn't even really pay attention to what it is you are saying. If it's not about her life, or something with lots of drama her attention span is not long enough to listen. It becomes more and more obvious how much alcohol has changed my mother. Clearly she was never perfect, but the good parts of her disappear in a beer can more and more each day.
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Dad just left last night. Took the red eye home. Larry and I took him to LAX. It was my first time taking someone to the airport myself. I was a little freaked out. LAX is freaking huge and airports make me nervous, but it was no prob. I am now ready to pick people up and take people to the airport all summer long (hint, hint). It was nice having Dad in town for the week. He was sick, which sucked, but he was a trooper. He really didn't let that ruin his trip. I uploaded pics for the week. We ate out a few times, including Dave and Buster's which was a lot of fun. Went to Santa Monica Pier with Mick and Eli. Chilled out at home and watched movies. Did some shopping. It was a rather exhausting week.
That's it for now.
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It's been a while since I have uploaded photos or done anything on my Flickr. I was at my limit for my account and every time I would upload new photos it would delete my old ones and that sucked so I just stopped. Then out of the blue my wonderful SG surprised me with a Flickr pro account. Thank You Sarah Gless!! xoxo!! I am so excited to have unlimited room I want to go out and take tons of photos. Dad'll be in town next week so I will be out and about more and will prob take more pics than usual. I am so excited for Dad to visit. I'm trying to get tickets to Jimmy Kimmel, but no luck so far.
I did something I never thought I would do. I bought skinny jeans...two pairs. We'll see how they work for me in the real world, not the dressing room. I really like them though. They give more of an illusion of skinniness...hmmm, weird huh?
Well I really just wanted to blog about my gift. So now everyone can go check out my Flickr!!
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I finally got a library card this month. I had been meaning to do it for a while because I was craving a really good book to read. Red Pen's monthly blog on all the books she read in whatever month is the push I needed. I am so glad I did too because all three books I read were great.
Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali: So good. I love memoirs and her story was so moving. She was raised Muslim and grew up to fight it. Not the best summary, but def an amazing book.
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult: I love my Jodi Picoult books. This one was just as good as all the rest. About a school shooting.
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides: By the author of The Virgin Suicides, which is really the only reason I picked it up. I wasn't sure if I would even like it, but it was really good. About a few generations of a family where genetics took a little turn and a child is born as a hermaphrodite.
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2008 is the Year of the Rat. Which animal year were you born in?
I was born in the year of the dog and for the most part I think the description fits me pretty accurately. What do you think?
"People born in the year of the dog are usually candid, honest, generous, righteous, studious and energetic...
They are
kind-hearted, always ready to listen to and share other people's cares
and burdens. They know how to get along well with others. Sometimes
they will protect the interests of other people even by sacrificing
their own.
They seldom lose their temper, even when they're abused by other people. They do, however, flare up sometimes, but only for a moment, and never out of jealousy. When they have conflicts with others, they always try to make compromises instead of harboring hatred in their hearts.
They always choose respectful careers, and are sure to achieve success by conscientious hard work.
They always appear to be in high spirits, but actually in their hearts there is a shadow of pessimism. Sometimes they worry too much, imagining dangers around every corner.
Warm-hearted and easy-going, they are always willing to make friends with other people. These friendships became deepened through usual contacts, such as visits and chats over tea, etc. And they always seem to have the friends in need." -from http://www.chinavoc.com/zodiac/dog/person.asp
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DREAMERS LIKE US
by Ashton Lynette Blanchard
He came to LA to find a dream, to find an answer,
but his eyes are filled with question marks, like the way he holds out his soiled hand.
A question that I answer with a soiled dollar of my hard earned cash.
He says God bless while movin to the rest of the endless cars, during rush hour in the city of angels.
The light turns green and I hear the honks of the stressed, the tired and the mean
And I lean on the gas and pass on through this weird city.
What a pity, I should have saved my dollar for the Asian man selling flowers
I wonder what his dream is, I wonder if he misses home.
I smile at him, but I am just a passing face in this place we call L.A.
Where foreigners like us come to stay
Where dreamers like us come to see dreams die, in the eye of all the lost and lonely that hover by our cars
I bet they all wanted to be movie stars
But from an eagle eye we are all like specs of dirt, the bankers, the bums, the lawyers, the scum, the ugly, the beautiful, the lovers, the loved...
They all look the same from the traffic helicopter above
But underneath the dirt, underneath the hurt, I know this town is worth something
Behind all the beautiful sadness, the ugliness, the madness
I see a glow and I know that hope still lives here
I see it in the eyes of the little pig tail girl in the next car. She's making funny faces, guiding us home from the daily races through the streets and places, we call LA
Where dreamers come to stay, only to sit in traffic, while we’re all on our way to find answers that may never become clear through all this smog.
-My little sister wrote this sometime after she'd been living in LA for a while. I wanted to post it because I love it and now here I am, living in LA.
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