THOSE WHO DON'T
Could it be true that 'those who have no life blog?' I heard that today but don't quite agree with that. No one is busy 24 hours a day. Everyone gets some down time--whether it is spent in front of the tv, on the phone, or at the dinner table, everyone has 15 or 20 minutes of doing nothing. If I choose to do it reflecting on my day, on my life, on my state of mind, instead of letting my brain rot in front of a tv then more power to me. I like to think about things, figure them out, analyze them. I would much rather do that then get brainwashed into buying penguin shirts for my boyfriend because Seth on the O.C wears them, or buying Rocko's latest kitchen pots and pans because, well, he's a sexy celebrity chef.
There's a lot of things that are wrong with this world. And a lot of people in power get to speak their mind and subject their terribly advised plans on hundreds, thousands, millions of people. I, on the other hand, have no power. And I have no people to subject my plans on. BUT I do still have a voice. and a mind of my own. And whether any one else cares or not, I will use them. This is my forum. It's my Speaker's Corner, it's my editorial in the New York Times, it's not much, but it's all I've got...
BATTLE OF THE LYRICS!!!!!!!!
This is the beginning (and possibly the end) of battle of the lyrics!!! Andy posted Sade's
By Your Side lyrics, and I felt like retaliating--or would it be joining her(?)--by posting some lyrics of my own. I love this Juanes feat Nelly Furtado song: Fotografías.
Cada vez que yo me voy llevo a un lado de mi piel
Tus fotografías para verlas cada vez
Que tu ausencia me devora entero el corazón
Y yo no tengo remedio más que amarte
Y en la distancia te puedo ver
Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
Y en las estrellas tus ojos ver
Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
Cada vez que te busco te vas
Y cada vez que te llamo no estás
Es por eso que debo decir que tú sólo en mis fotos estás
Cuando hay un abismo desnudo
Que se opone entre los dos
Yo me valgo del recuerdo taciturno de tu voz
Y de nuevo siento enfermo este corazón
Que no le queda remedio más que amarte
Y en la distancia te puedo ver
Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
Y en las estrellas tus ojos ver
Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
Cada vez que te busco te vas
Y cada vez que te llamo no estás
Es por eso que debo decir que tú sólo en mis fotos estás
How many sugars?
One thing I've been realizing since I got back to Ireland is how nice it is to feel at
home. Home for me can be anywhere: It's not just where the heart is, because my heart can be in many places at once. Home is where I feel comfortable. Home for me is lying in a hammock or driving around Teguc in the N-Pak. Home is making the trip between Dublin and Northern Ireland. Home is my old house with my friends, and my brother and sister's apartment. Home is in San Francisco with Andy. I guess for me home is wherever I want to it be.
So what makes my home, is people. It's that feeling that comes with familiarity. It's funny how a single action, a word, a song, a sound lasting a split second can bring back so many memories. It's nice to be reminded of things that matter to you.
Which comes to the question "How many sugars?" I guess that is one question that matters to me. Maybe it's just the caffeine addict in me that wants to be acknowledged, but I like getting to that stage when the question no longer needs to be asked. I like the thought of someone knowing how I take my coffee. It is significant because it is so insignificant. It's just coffee, who cares if they dont notice how you take it, right? But the fact that they know, that they bother remembering, I like that. I like knowing that I can sit there, and the second the mug is in my hand it will be just the way I like it.
It's the little things like that that grab my attention. I like having someone surprise me with something that I love. It reminds me that some people do know me, they do pay attention to little random details like I do. I like how every time I walked into Brian's place he'd have a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream waiting for me in the freezer. I like how he'd grin at me and pull out two spoons and I didn't even need to ask what they were for, I'd just smile and pull him to me for a second, before pushing him out of the way and pulling the ice cream even closer to me! :)
Then there's stuff that's not familiar at all...that you dont miss till it's gone..when you realize how used to it you've gotten. For about a month Brian made me listen to the killers non-stop...and I wasn't that impressed with them. I didn't even like them! Then after not seeing him for like 3 weeks ALL I wanted to listen to was the Killers! I missed them because I was missing him. I fell in love with them, because of the way they reminded me of Brian, because of the way I associated the songs with so many things we had done. I'd stopped listening to them over the summer, I guess I played them out a bit over the past 6 months. But today I played them on my way from the North to Dublin, and it was like falling in love all over again. With them, with him, with familiarity...whatever I fell for, I dont know...I just fell!
Vegas 2005
NOW FOR A LITTLE INSIGHT INTO THE CRAZINESS THAT WAS LAS VEGAS! IT WAS AMAZING! I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I HAD SO MUCH FUN, THE WHOLE TRIP WAS INCREDIBLE!!!
First of all, here is the scene of most of our crimes :) The New York New York is where we spent HOURS at the craps tables, where we won $94 on our haywire machine,and where we met our mentor Rocky, drunk Simon, freaky dimple guy, Vegas dice guy and many many other
intersting characters!
Hours and hours and hours of fun were had by me and Andy here at the craps table! It's the best game ever!!! We have so many memories from 'our table' at the NYNY! "Place your bets" "take your odds" "cover 6 and 8" and especially "oh she's hot! She's SCORCHING!!!" (Sorry Vegas Dice guy! If you wouldn't have distracted me I wouldn't have hit you with the dice! I love your double meanings :)
This is me when we were on our winning streak!!! There is no way of describing what it is like winning 1, 34, or 94 dollars...and when you win them ALL in one day, there is only one way of describing it--and my t-shirt says it all
CHING CHING!!!!!! We started playing BIG 6 in the Venetian! Sort of slow going but the anticipation keeps your adrenaline pumping. Actually when was our adrenaline not pumping in Vegas?
Leaving Las Vegas was-in one word-depressing! We were so sad. This is me through Andy's eyes! haha. We really got into funky camera angles on this trip!
A LOT LIKE LOVE
I watched the movie 'A lot like love' on the plane home the other day. It was one of those movies I hadn't really heard about but it looked cute and Andy had been obsessed with seeing it so I watched it. I fell in love. The cheesy hollywood romance was painted perfectly to go straight to the soul of fellow hopless romantics and give them a glimpse of hope and help with the realization that things like this DO happen (at least in the movies), and as a hopless romantic on the inside, cynic on the outside that was enough to renew my hope in the power of love in this universe...at least for a few days.
So after that little spasm of renewed hope in the existence of love I downloaded the Soundtrack. I dont even know where to start! It just fills me with that love feeling again and again. I know how soppy this sounds, I actually cant believe I am still typing. I need to stop myself. I had to add on Bon Jovi's 'I'll be there for you' to the soundtrack...I cant believe they didnt include it..Ashton's little rendition was so cute! Jet show a totally new side to themselves in their song Look What You've Done (compared to them screaming 'are you gonna be my girl') which now interests me...I must see what else they can sound like. Seriously, if you download one song in your life, let it be this one.
So I guess I need a point for this entry. If you're a hopeless romantic then rent the movie, download the soundtrack (do people still buy cds?), and let your vision be changed. Because that is what love does right, it blurs your vision. That's what the movie does. I guess 'a lot like love' works really well as a title.
Today I'm gonna go find a way to make myself feel the 'in love' feeling without the heart ache, the headaches and the inevitable suffering. If only I could find something a lot like love...
FIND YOUR OWN TRUTH
Today we saw a psychic. It was interesting the way it happened...we had been talking about it for a long time, but we happened to actually be talking about it and trying to decide when to go right when we passed a big sign that said 'psychic.' So that leads me to wonder do coincidences really exist? Is life just a series of meaningless, un-attached events or is there meaning, is there purpose behind all our actions? I tend to believe that everything happens for a reason...I dont try to think about WHY or HOW everything is linked together, or WHO is in control of it all, I'm the first person who'll admit that I have NO idea who or what is in control of the universe, I just live my life and hope they dont think I am too bad of a person. I am too young and too fickle and too prone to head-aches to try and figure out the meaning of life. Maybe when I grow up and figure myself out then I will turn my gaze outwardly...hey, a bit like the poet Antonio Machado...but it's kinda gay that I still remember stuff from college! haha...wow, I can look at college as being the PAST now. Scarey!
Once again I wander from my point. How easily are we willing to believe things that we dont understand? I turn on my tv every day but have no clue how it works-I just trust that at 9pm all I have to do is push a couple of buttons and I get to watch the Amazing Race. And to be honest at 9 pm I dont want to know HOW it works, I just want it to work! I dont know how my ipod stores thousands of songs, I just listen to music. Maybe mp3 files dont exist...and the songs are stored magically. Who knows!!! In the same way, I dont understand how psychics feel this 'energy' of ours and where this energy comes from, but my psychic told me some things that were eerily true. And I mean too true to just have guessed. Which leaves me slightly less cynical but even more curious.
Since my psychic reading my interest has defintely been piqued. Before I kind of thought it was all bull shit. My mind has been swayed though. Sure of course some psychics may make it all up to get paid but there has to be some truth behind it. No wait, there IS some truth in it because I was told stuff that a stranger could not know. I guess now I just have to wait and see if anything else she told me comes true to see if I am a true believer or not. I'm the sorta person that has to see it to believe it...so I need some more persuasion, some more proof but if it's got me questioning it, then that means that its got me thinking, which means I found some truth in it to question.
If you dont believe it, or dont believe me, I have one piece of advice. Go to a psychic and see for yourself. Dont believe me beacuse I probably wouldn't believe anyone that told me either. Go find your own truth
Buns of steel...Mind of playdoh
Have I mentioned the diet plan yet? We were lying in bed one night watching tv and I said that I wanted to lose weight but it's hard to stay motivated. I'm a really competetive person though, so me and Spoon decided since we both want to lose weight, we would do it together. So the goal is that we both lose 15lbs in 3 months. So by the end of October we want to have lost it all...between 10-15lbs. We dont want to over-do it so we decided we want to get to a place where we are happy and feel healthy, if I decide my body is perfect when I lose 10lbs then I will stop there (notice how I said my BODY-because I, of course, am already perfect!!!) Althougth I think by the end of October I'll only have lost 10lbs but that'll be good. Then we are gonna reward ourselves and go to New York! yay! The one thing I love about myself is that I know no matter how skinny or how fat I will ever be, I truely do believe I am beautiful. Both on the outside and on the inside. No matter what weight you are, some things are always gonna look good on you and some things are not. You have to accept your flaws and realize that you have to live with them.
It's funny how perceptions are so relative. Nothing is concrete when it comes to our eyes and our brains and the way they work together to form our opinions. One day we can think we are perfect in every way and the next you catch a glimpse of yourself in a store window and you don't know what you should criticize first. What makes our minds change what our eyes see? Does it depend on our surroundings...if there are tons of hot perfectly toned women around us then we feel like we are less amazing than if we are surrounded by ugly people? Does it depend on how many guys stare at us? Or is it just whatever insecurities come to the surface at a given time? I dont know if we can ever avoid changing our opinons on ourselves--come on, we are women, we have to narrow our choices down from about 5 outfits to one--every day!!!!
But what I am saying is if it is so hard to hold a steady perception of ourselves, do we hold the same standards when we judge other people? Do we make first impressions and keep them, or do we change our mind with every new glimpse of a person? I tend to judge people and I decide whether I like them or not. But do I give them the opportunity to prove my judgement wrong? In our minds do we allow people to be innocent before proven guilty? Can we form one opinion of someone and then allow them to change our minds? Or do we keep our opinion of them solid, no matter what they do? I'm not sure if my point is that we should try to judge ourselves less, or put less importance on first impressions...maybe I have no point. Maybe I will make one but change it in the blink of an eye...
BBQ in the cold!
Today we went down to the beach and had a barbeque! It was so much fun! The day started off with me feeling REALLY tired...I dont know why, I just couldn't wake up! Julian and his crew picked us up and we went to the supermarket to get all our food. 100 dollars later we left with everything but the bbq, but we solved that problem because it was so cold outside that no one else was using the public grills. haha. We've hung out with Julian & Emma for the last 3 days-- I feel like we should be adopted into their family now! That's a strange thought though, because that would mean we would be the kids. And I don't think Juls'll want us if all we are is two more kids. haha. Where're the benefits in that??? :)
Anyway, some funny things happened during the day. Like Mary hit her mouth in the car and hit her already-loose tooth (I'm not evil--I haven't gotten to the funny bit yet!) So she was like wailing and balling in the back and Julian was like "Mary stop crying like you just got shot!!!" haha it was funny. Juls' one of those cool dads that comes out with the stuff that everyone is thinking. Actually, only the stuff us funny people are thinking.
So today was cool, we sat around and we messed around with flames and charcoal and everyone pretended they knew what they were doing. But the hotdogs were good and the sweet and sour shrimp was amazing and so was the hummus dip! haha. and of course how could I forget the coronas!
There was a lot more entertainment than the grill though! This bum came and sat down at the table next to us. We had just started the grill and he asked us if we could spare some food. Julian asked if he could wait a while and the bum was like 'I dont know how long I'm gonna be here' and Juls was like "Well do you want it raw?" haha it was so funny (again another comment most people dont say out loud). Anyway we gave him a hotdog and later another but he didn't eat the second, he just fell asleep. Then this huge sea gull flew over and ate all his food while he slept. It was so funny, we were all trying so hard not to laugh! It turns out he stayed there till the very end...so so much for 'I dont know how long I'm gonna be here!'
I also decided it would be funny to take a series of shots called "a day in the life of Andy's butt." Instead of taking pics of her, we had pics of her ass doing bbq activities like eating, drinking, cleaning up, and of course, sitting pensively staring at the Golden Gate Bridge after a long day of having fun! hahaha! They are so funny!
Anyway so that was our day...we chilled in the park and took pictures and ate a lot and we sent Aaron running after a million birds and just generally chilled. It was fun. So that was our weekend with Juls and Emma. And of course we came home and turned on the Game Show Network and watched the Amazing Race! What more could we ask for?
The Origin of Oreo and Spoon
So since forever Andy has wanted a cool nickname. She wants something cool like "Turtle" from Entourage. I offered to call her turtle but no, it has to have some meaning! haha. So I have been coming up with random nicknames but she never wants any of them!
So a couple of nights ago we were sleeping on the sofa bed, which is really small and it dips in the middle. She must have rolled over or something, cuz in the middle of the night I got cold and half-woke up to pull the blankets over me. I remember that we were spooning, and she had her arm around me, but she moved it when I woke up. So I pulled the blankets over me again and then I reached behind me and pulled her arm around me again. The next day I somehow had a flashback and remembered it and I was like..."Wait a minute--last night we SPOONED!!!" Andy was like "What! I thought that was a dream...I thought you were David!" and the funny thing is in my comatose state when I pulled her arm back around me I thought she was Brian!!!! haha so we both had a cosy night next to eachother...but we were thinking it was someone else!
A couple of days ago we were watching tv and Andy started complaining because she didn't have a nickname. So I decided "Spoon" was perfect! haha.
Then yesterday she decided to call me Oreo because of well...a little fantasy of mine! hahaha!!! So that is the "origins of Oreo and Spoon"...stay tuned for the upcoming "Adventures of Oreo and Spoon!"
Plagarism!!!
So yesterday started out and me and Andy went to the gym. It worked out well because we hadn't planned on going in the morning, so when we got up and decided we would go we didn't give ourselves any time to dread it. So after our grueling time at the gym, we got home and got ready. Emma, Julian and the kids were supposed to pick us up 2:30--but they were over 2 hours late! By the time they came we were STARVING because we hadn't eaten all day!!!
Now...since we experienced this together, I am gonna steal Andy's blog! haha. She already wrote about it so why write the same thing twice, right? haha. So this is Andy's description of the rest of the day....
"So by the time we got to this place a whole 3ish almost 4 hrs later we were about to all faint! The thing with Sushi House is that it is so popular that you always have to wait in line and since there were 9 of us our wait time doubled. We finally were called and as soon as I heard our name being called I sprinted to our table! Hahahaha! We all sat down and within seconds we all knew what we wanted so we ordered in a hurry. When we got our 5 rolls we were so hungry that we inhaled them!!! We ate so fast that we got full really really fast! We were stuffed but OOOHHHHHH SSSOOOO HAPPY! I dont know if I can recall enjoying every single bite but I do know that I was one very happy little girl :D
We shared the:
Boston Roll- real crab meat & cucumber(#5)
Caterpillar- unagi & cucumber wrapped in avocado (#1)
Crispy- tuna, hamachi, salmon, and avodaco deep fried(#4)
Lion King- california roll with salmon wrapped and baked (#2)
Raiders Roll- deep fried prawn, avocado, cucumber, crab meat topped with unagi and special sauce(#3)
I wish I had a car so that I could go there all the time! Although that might not be a good idea.....
After stuffing our faces we went to Berkeley to drop of the cousins and then we made our way back to Emma and Juls' house. We were all zombies in front of the t.v. No one wanted to move. No one wanted to drink. No one was in the mood for Jenga.
We ended up watching 'freestyle' fighting on tv. I dont know how ppl find that amusing but it was pretty funny. Not so funny for the guy dripping blood out. But fun to watch how fast someone can go down with one bad blow. After amuzing ourselves with the fighting we watched some Cat House and then some Entourage (I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SHOW! HOT MEN AND COMEDY SIGN ME UP) After watching t.v. and recovering I decided we all needed to play some cards. So we sat down and played some Conquian. I won a few rounds! First for me!"
Ok my turn to write again! So that was our day! It was fun! By the time we got home I was tired and I jumped into bed and was thinking about Brian when I fell asleep...
Laws of Motion and Emotion
Newton's 3rd Law of Motion states "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." So, for example, today we worked our asses off in a spinning class, did some more cardio, did a few sit ups, so now we need an equal and opposite reaction--pigging out on vodka pasta! We watched the Amazing Race today, and this bitch tried to fuck up another team's game by asking the airline not to let them on the flight. What happens? She doesn't get on the flight. Whether you call it Karma or Fate or simply Newton's 3rd law, things will always come around to bite you in the butt. That's today's lesson kids...
I said I was flexible but I'm not made of rubber
So here I go for my first post...funnily enough it seems appropriate to begin things here because I am in a completely new environment...right now I am sitting on Andrea's toilet (with the toilet seat down of course) writing my blog while she gives me a pedicure. It's nice to be someone important! ha! As I was saying, here I am in a new situation, not just the pedicure-in-the-bathroom scene, but the whole vacation-turned-relocation to San Francisco. What was supposed to be a quick two week trip to the gay capital of the world has turned in to a two month escape from the real world. What am I escaping you may wonder? Well I just graduated from college and although the world is my oyster right now, I have no clue how I want this oyster to be served, and of course, have no money to pay for all the lavish dishes I am able to dream up. So for the first time in life I am truely afraid--not afraid of being called on in class and not knowing the right answer, not afraid of sleeping in and missing my transatlantic flight that is overbooked for the next two weeks, not afraid of rumours, or even the truth, getting out, nope, I'm afraid of becoming the A word. ADULT. Yeah, or the many other terms that go along with it, like GROWN UP. RESPONSIBLE. MATURE. OLD. And worst of all.... FINANCIALLY INDEPENDENT. So I decided the way to avoid all this oldness is by hiding out in San Francisco and blowing what last cash I can spend without worrying about when next month's pay check will make it into my bank account.
So that is what I have been doing here in not-as-hot-as-I-thought-California-would-be San Francisco. My trip has been about chilling with an incredible highschool friend of mine, someone who is just as fun, just as cool, and even closer to me than she was three years ago in high school. It's consisted of watching hundreds of hours of tv and movies, eating as much food as we can, gruelling workouts at the gym and of course...laughter. We laugh at anything and everyone, from making fun of bad actors in porn to imitating people on the bus, we sit up till 3, 4, 5 a.m finding something to laugh about. And how could I forget Scrabble???? Our Scrabble obsession started in the Grove where we spent hours playing on their over-used board until we discovered they were missing a letter 'M' so we decided it was time to move on. We went out and bought one of our own--a Travel Scrabble--which has brought us hours of fun. We no longer have to rely on the Grove for our Scrabble fix (although in my head the perfect Scrabble game should be accompanied by a white chocolate mocha--no whipped cream--with two quirts of raw sugar and a chocolate cookie!) And, in a nutshell...that is my life in San Francisco. This is my life before my world changes. This is my limbo. My transit. The end of my beginning...or is it the beginning of my end?
Who cares what it is..there is nowhere I would rather be!
This is ME!!!!!
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY
Yey! I finally got Rhona to get a new BLOG!
This is Andrea :D
Her sexiest friend! ;) gggrrrrr......
Rhona wont admit it in public but she is a Peppe lover!
She loves him!
He loves her.
I am jealous.
