i say it`s just for kicks.

Where is your cell phone? pillow
Where is your significant other? desk
Your hair color? black
Your mother? cali
Your father? snow
Your favorite thing? white
Your dream last night? castle
Your goal? contentment
The room you’re in? bedroom
Your hobby? collecting
Your fear? failure
Where do you want to be in six years? home
Where were you last night? work
What you’re not? tall
One of your wish-list items? expedit
Where you grew up? everywhere
The last thing you did? type
What are you wearing? warmth
Your TV? large
Your pet? dylan
Your computer? red
Your mood? solitary
Missing someone? always
Your car? red
Something you’re not wearing? red
Favorite store? cheap
Your summer? hot
Love someone? yes
Your favorite color? red
When is the last time you laughed? yesterday
Last time you cried? yesterday

There once was a time when I used to post at least three times a day on this blog. That was probably three years ago, and I have since stopped posting so much personal information online. I was so mouthy back then, too! Surprising, I know. I’m trying to get back into the groove (but really, who needs to read another John Cusack <3 post?). I’m thinking about going back to writing in real journals, but ever since Billy read my ones from middle school, maybe I should just stop writing to prevent future embarassment. In any case, let me update you on my life!

I’ve been married for a year now. We are thinking about buying a house. I have fine-tuned my ability to bargin-hunt, using my skills for evil. I applied for a job at the library in Janurary, and was hired. It is my current dream job, because seriously, it’s everything I’ve wanted in a job (Blockbuster+Barnes and Noble in one!). So, no more Five Guys. Dylan has become a domestic jungle cat, a kitten we love more than anything in the world, yet equally loathe as well.

Das ist alles.

My Michael Jackson Story

At 3:25PM EST, I told Alex at work that if Michael Jackson ever died, I would feel old. At that exact time, he was being taken to the hospital in L.A. Freak coincidence? Maybe… maybe not.

Spoooooooky!

Instead of doing something useful, I spent some time playing around with my makeup collection. For a person who doesn’t usually wear anything, I own a lot. The least I can do is put it on once a year. But I don’t know how to put on stuff, so that Bare Minerals I bought last March has been wasting away in a box. I look like the first pictures every day. This makes me wonder: Do I look blah? Would I look better if I combed my hair and put on some lipgloss instead of the go-to lip balm? Hmm.

This is a long time coming, but I just had to share this. I turned 23 years old in February, and this is how I spent it. I forgot just how gosh darn fun it was! Everyone should spend their birthday at Disney World, it’s awesome. I got in free, and I chose to go to Epcot with Billy, his parents, and Thomas. I wish I could go everyday.

I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.

-Marilyn Monroe

As of today, I am back.

Yes, I know I don’t blog much. I really should, especially since I am still alive, AND it’s been six years since I’ve started writing and I really should improve sometime soon. But no.

I’m here to tell you to watch Battlestar Galactica. Don’t question it, just embrace it before it’s gone.

The other day, I got my hair cut AGAIN. I know- it’s a crazy addiction. I’ve gotten my hair cut at least five times this year! That’s a record! Well, after this last one, I vow not to cut my hair for another year, but that will take a lot of care on my part to make sure my hair is moisturized and etcetera. If you know me, you know I rarely 1) comb my hair, 2) moisturize, and 3) use product. Any hairstylist I go to says I should take care of my hair more, especially since I bring my hair to them all coarse and bleh. Here’s a review on the recent change.

My hair before. I had uber-long hair. I came to Orlando with medium length hair, and had let it grow out for the last four years. I really loved having long hair. I didn’t have to get a hair cut often, and I got to leave it long for the wedding. I like to think I have awesome long hair, but most of the time, it looks dry and frizzy. My fault.

My first PWC (post-wedding chop) was less than two weeks after the above picture was taken. I hated it. I got five inches taken off, but it was still long. And it was horrible.

My second haircut was in August. A LOT was cut off. It was cute most of the time, but the layers freaked me out.

My hair had grown to shoulder length since August, and I wanted to cut it shorter. My third (and technically, fourth) haircut was the other day. I went back again to get it fixed because it turned out too blunt the first time around. Here’s what the first haircut looked like. It doesn’t look bad, maybe my negative response to it was only in my head, but I thought it was too bulky at the bottom. Thick hair does not emulate the hairstyles that people with nice thin hair have too well.

I went back the next morning and had it cut some more AND thinned. I had never had my hair thinned before. The hairstylist listerally cut off 50% of my hair from the inner layers, and it was so much thinner (a good thing in my case). All in all, including the hair cut off from under my hair, about ten inches went. And this is what I look like now. You can’t really tell my hair has been thinned so much. I had to take off my glasses because the sun was messing with my $5 anti-reflection, mwahahaha. I have an extremely round head.

So, I have a deep, dark secret to share with you: I work as a cashier at a burger restaurant. Ah, but do not worry, it’s the best burger place in the world, Five Guys Burger & Fries! A Five Guys location opened up right down the street from my house in Baldwin Park, and they actually called me back to work, so I said yes. Still, I can’t be too happy about my current situation since it’s been almost a year since I’ve graduated and this is where I am. I have my ups and downs with Five Guys, an up being that I’m consistently noted for being a great employee and a down being the constant cleaning up of peanut shells. Things I’m really good at as a Five Guys employee: cleaning up the dining room tables, smiling, taking your order, getting positive remarks in secret customer reports. It’s been two months since I started working there, so come and see me smile at you while you get a deliciously fatal burger with awesome cajun fries.

Yummy fries. (And my favorite burger is grilled cheese with one patty and bacon added. Can’t have that too often.)

I look so good.

This is where I take your order!

Just got back from visiting Pensacola for a wedding! And Dylan survived! The poor thing was so crazed with emotion last night, he started meowing the second we got out of the car, you could hear it from outside. But now he’s lying next to me, and everything’s okay. Billy and I love going back to Pensacola, but wish we could take Dylan with us.

Anyways, I am writing to report that Scott Bakula is going to be in a movie next year! If you knew me almost ten years ago, you’d know I LOVED Scott Bakula. Quantum Leap is one of my favorite shows ever, and after almost every journal entry I did in middle school, I wrote “I love Scott” or something. That’s probably just as embarassing as “loving” Leonardo DiCaprio. Billy’s been very nice in accepting my strange obsessions. The movie is called “The Informant,” and it stars Matt Damon. Sounds good!

BTW, listening to the group Bitter:Sweet. I like it, lol.