I'm "it" again!

I laughed when Dorothy tagged me for a music meme this time, but I'm happy to oblige. I was beginning to run out of things to write about anyway so this helps move things along.

List ten songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.

Besides Sean, I'm the only other person in this city without an ipod. If you ever see someone lugging a stack of CDs about with them in the city, that would be me. Or Sean. But that will explain why I'm not keeping up to date with new songs and bands, what with the music companies suing people such as I for downloading music. Now that I don't live in a dorm anymore, my internet is crap; plus I've no time to look for new music. And I have to wait for my next paycheck to buy anything, and you're darn tootin' right if you think I'm going to spend it, though not necessarily on music. Anyway, on with the list!

1. "In A Big Country" by Big Country
2. "No, Not Now" by Hot Hot Heat
3."Homeron" by Paris Combo
4. "Beautiful Mistake" by Better Than Ezra
5. "Killer Bees" by the Stills
6. "Someone Like You" by Van Morrison
7. "The Look of Love" by ABC
8. "Girl" by Tori Amos
9. "Wheels in Motion" by Ikon
10. "Morning After" by Howie Day

This is the part where I tag five other people. Obviously, I don't have five people to tag. I think three people know about this blog so if you're reading this, you're tagged.

Highly incompetant

I'm really beginning to think that I'm incompetant at my job. I can't answer half the calls I answer and I really have no burning interest to learn more about anything at work. I also admit that I love just sitting there and getting paid for doing nothing. If only I get to check my email, read blogs, and chat online. My co-workers probably hate my guts because I ask them too many questions and I ask for schedule changes about once a week. It's great fun, really. I love it how we don't have a manager yet. But my incompetance will shine through once again and perhaps when a manager does come, I'll finally get fired. Excuse me, I meant 'let go'.

Calls

Yesterday started off well for me when I got a call from a close friend. We haven't talked for a long time, perhaps over a year so it was really nice to hear that she is doing well. Keeping in touch does have its benefits. She's going on a trip to Italy in 2 weeks, I'm so excited for her. We talked and catched up for a bit and she's coming to my graduation next year! She's better than my extended family so this is a big deal.

Anyway, I get to sign up for classes later today. Needless to say, the times the classes are scheduled at suck very much. The classes I need clash with each other, so somehow I have mostly night classes that last three hours or more since they're once a week or something stupid like that. As you can see, I'm not too crazy about it but that's what happens. I wonder if it would have been better if we didn't have budget cuts, or if I went to a private uni instead.

Clipping away... Part 2

Is it me, or do people in this city love to cut their nails in public? You know, I like it that they try to keep thier hygeine and all, but it kind of defeats the purpose when you do it in public - especially like oh I don't know... ON THE BUS!!! Numero uno, I have nowhere else to go if you whip out the nail clippers and start clipping away. At first I though the uneven pavement caused a loose panel on the bus to start hitting against the side, hence creating a little clicking sound. But the more I heard it, I began to realize that I was a victim of nail clipping in public, yet again.

Another lady with the See's Candy bag simply glared at the offensive nail clipper with a barely disguised look of disgust. See's Candy lady and I shared a look, all the way from the front of the bus to the back; the I can't believe she's doing this on a bus look. Anyway, what was I getting at? Numeros dos, leaving nail clippings on the floor for the next passenger who has no choice but to sit there is gross and rude. When I go on a bus, I don't expect to see nails clippings all over the seat and surrounding area. Or maybe it's me. My standards are too high, getting all huffy when I see something like this and making a mountain of out of a molehill.

If I suggest to the public transportation system here that they should also add a 'no clipping your nails' to the sign already hanging on every bus about not eating and drinking, would they do it? Probably not. But then again, most people don't clip their nails on the bus. Or so I think. Oh yes, numero tres. I was hoping the clipping passenger would get off soon because I was deathly afraid she would take off her shoes and socks and start clipping her toenails. She looked so comfortable already, but I was glad she didn't. I would have screamed if she had.

And then once she got off, a million kids got on making me almost miss my stop since they crowded to the back, where I sat of course.

Of course.

So many kids!

Smooshed bear backpack

Camera phone

The lab

The map

A few minutes after I came home yesterday, Anna told me that she liked my map. I brought it up from my house up here because my room was so boring. There's nothing to look, besides the smudges and cracks. I placed the map face up on the floor to get the edges flattened out because it was rolled up for a year. Since there's no privacy (I have nothing to hide, but I don't like people sticking their noses where it's not wanted) I have to leave my door open everyday after I leave for school. By opening the door, it "let's the air flow through the house and since it's salty sea air, it's best to have good ventilation". Or so she says. So of course she went into my room to open the cutains or the window or whatever and sees my map.

She told me that she loves my map and when she was younger, she used to collect them. She went into my room and took a look at it. The big print won her heart, as she stood for goodness knows how long, staring at my map. When I move out, the map is hers. I have nowhere to put it and I'll get tired of looking at the United States for a year anyway.

Setting goals

I set a goal yesterday for all the things I was going to do that afternoon but I didn't quite get through with all of them. Maybe my sister is right, set low goals so that when you do meet them, you'll feel good about yourself. Then you can "exceed" them and make yourself feel even better. For example: reading a book for class. By setting a goal of reading four chapters a week, which can be easily done, you can finish the four chapters and then some. That will then make you feel as if you've accomplished something and since the words were small, you were justified in setting the goal at four chapters anyway.

Ahh... lowering standards regularly. All part of a days work.

Parallel parking

No chauffer this week. Poor Connie has to drive her ass to and from school for a while.

I can't parallel park to save my life. I inch back and forth along the curb, ever so slowly but end up scratching my tires against the cement anyway. I open the side passenger door to see how far I ended up and to see whether or not I should re-park again. So after 5 tries, I got to park my car (as good as I can do it) near the apartments. I can only hope no one:

a. crashes into it and leaves
b. gives me a parking ticket
c. steals it or tows it away

Earlier last week as I was sitting in my car, I heard the DJ saying something about how there's this one study on how well you drive based on your astrological sign. The best drivers out there are people with the Taurus sign. As the list went on and on... I had an inkling about who was going to be the worst driver. Pisces came in third or second (hah, my sister would love to hear about this) and wouldn't you know it, Gemini came in as the number one worst driver. If the insurance companies based their rates on this, I would be so screwed. More so than I am right now, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud in the car as I heard it. It's kind of true, I'm not the world's best driver and after driving in this city, no one here is either. But people can park very well. I just saw this one woman parking her van in a space I wouldn't even try to bother with, and I drive a compact.

Nothing like totally useless information (no offense to those who really believe this) in the morning to perk me up.

I am easily entertained. Kind of makes you wonder why I'm single... or maybe that's why. Hmm...

Such a wussy I am

I accidentally cut my finger whilst cleaning my car this morning, leaving me to wonder why I've been injuring myself lately. At least once a week, my hands or legs have been in minor scrapes with bleeding as a result. Am I naturally clumsy or subconciously doing this to feel something? I've been feeling like a zombie these past few weeks, going through the same routine every day and not caring anymore and what's happening in my life. I ask myself, is this it?

Anyway, this morning when I saw the cut and the bleeding, I got a little woozy after getting it cleaned and bandaged. My heart started pounding, my head felt light, I wanted to throw up, and felt very dizzy as well. I went to bed and stayed there for a few minutes until I calmed down. Sheezus, it's just a cut. I never reacted that way before with all my other minor injuries. Rather pathetic isn't it?

The Ferry Building on the Embarcadero. Full of pretentious people eating fancy overpriced food (for me anyway), as I did for lunch. Right after I took this, come flirty security guard asked if I was lost... which was kind of flattering but creepy in a way.

The soon (kind of... a few more years) to be scrapped Bay Bridge

Cable car full of tourists

The columns inside the courtyard of the Legion

"The Thinker" by Rodin

The Legion of Honor

I went to Martin's Beach in Half Moon Bay for the July 4th weekend.

...and he shall be my Squishy

This is the south end of the Monterey Bay Aquarium where I went last weekend. Fun was had by all and loads of sweets were consumed on the way home. I kind of wish I got to scuba dive at the shallow pool area though... Eh, it was nice despite that.

This is about the only good picture of anything I took while inside the aquarium. Sad, isn't it? Just my one and only Squishy. Anyway, saw lots of sea animals and people. If there ever is a next time, I believe I shall go on a weekday simply to avoid the crowds and to molest the sting rays at the touch pool for as long as I want.

Losing money

Losing money is no fun, even if one happens to have a vast inheritance such as I. My own mother hates me right now. I'll make it up, I promise. It just might take a while, what with all the trips and random expenses.

Of course, this is all taken with a pinch of salt. A big pinch.

Connie's preference

Occasionally, I'd like to have a dry martini before getting on the dance floor. It's just my preference.