i got my hairdid yesterday, and once again laura worked her magic. originally she thought we'd go choppier bangs, but in the end i made her round them out. what i can i say, i can't seem to get enough of that pomelocat.
the past week has felt like an odd game of telephone. every time i think i know what's going on, someone says that's not what was said. actually they don't say that's not what was said, they just say something slightly different. it's like we're all on the same page, but reading from a different paragraph. i think we've just about got it sorted out, but well you never can tell.
all i know is that's making me frustrated. i hate it when things are difficult when they clearly don't need to be.
in other news, the shopstyle team apparently had a huge success last night. they're a rocking team, so i'm glad to hear the whole event went down as planned! randall even represented by stealing my stolen hat. go team shopstyle!
ps. this is what randall thinks i'm like when i get home talking about work he doesn't care about. also, he had my dinner held hostage on the grill and homegirl here was hungry. and talking about herself as a homegirl in third person. obviously.
i bought this dress almost two years ago, and i have only worn it once. it's not that i don't like it (i love it), it's that it's white. and more so, it's that i'm messy. real messy. i don't think there's a single day where i don't spill something. and because of that, i never wear this dress. in fact, there have been countless number of times where i've put the dress on, and then taken it off because i've been too terrified to wear it.
and yet, for some reason i mustered up the courage and wore it today. it must've been this whole first day of summer mostly nice weather thing.
and, for the record, i didn't spill a single drop on it.
ps. speaking of summer, randall's making mint chip ice cream right now so i must be going.
this morning randall and i left the house at the same time, and since he was taking the 101, i had him drop me off at church station. i got to the platform and then waited. and waited and waited. The sign said next muni 23 minutes, but the announcer kept saying there was one at west portal (which would've been 5 minutes). I probably waited about 15.
When the train finally arrived, i hopped in and we went speeding towards Van Ness station. Only we never really got to Van Ness as the train in front of us had issues. Once their issues were clear, we had issues, and so we waited and waited and waited some more. Then we were at the platform, but the doors didn't open. The driver said she couldn't open anything but the front car's front door (does that seem crazy to anyone else). So we had to wait while a technician came to check out our propulsion system (which was why we weren't moving), and for the main office to "release the doors." That took at least 15 minutes. Then the doors opened, and the technician was working on it. It was a total dilemma, get off and go take the F train (a 20+ minute journey) or stay and wait. In the end I stayed and waited. It took 10 more minutes and I kept wondering if I made the right choice. I think I did, but who knows. Either way, it was a long journey.
I got to work 60 minutes after I left my house. Randall got to Redwood City in less than that. In fact I'm pretty sure he made it from Church station to Redwood City in the time it took me to get from Church station to Van Ness. Interestingly enough, I noticed someone reading the paper in the train, and the frontpage had a story on how the employee overtime is draining muni. I dunno, insert your own bad joke about delayed trains and overtime here.
ps. "the 101" ? shit, do i live in LA or something?
i woke up early this morning, and before meeting anneh and jen for brunch at boogaloos, i marched on down to the hardware store to pick up a few supplies. for nearly a year i've been wanting to make an earring screen, inspired by this one on FotoFlat. It's now hanging up inside the linen/accessories/shoes/travel/art supplies closet (when you live in a house with one closet and one linen closet you get creative with your space) and i'm quite proud. for the record, i had no idea i had so many dangly earrings.
i've caught the spring cleaning bug, and am trying to get my house in order. although really, i'd just like to get a new house in order. we found one today. i think we're going to make an offer. assuming the house stays on the market more than a couple of days. *fingers crossed*
ps. i have no idea why the panda eyes are so big. i literally had just woken up from an hour long nap.
rule number one, don't cry at work (especially if it's work related, but keep tears away even if it's not work related). rule number two, don't break rule number one.
there are some other personal work rules after that one, but this one my number one. crying at work is for suckers. don't cry at work. it's not very becoming and it makes you look weak. (there are a few exceptions, say a death of a loved one, but they are rare cases).
outside of work, cry all you want. i don't care. bawl in your beer or your cereal. i do. we all do. those that don't are heartless. people who say they never cry weird me out. that's not human.
i feel pretty strongly about these things. go ahead and cry in public, just not at work, or right outside of work either. the workplace is weird. it's best to leave your tears on the commute.
so as you can imagine, it sort of took me by surprise when i nearly lost it today. eyes closed deep breath practically meditating internal cursing and mentally throwing things at a wall was all i could to do control it.
is everyone's family so full of dramz?
as you can see in these photos, i am exhausted (just look at those pandas). which is sort of crazy considering i've done a lot of nothing over the last few days. this morning we woke up to discover it was snowing. we threw a few scoops around, but it was too powdery and dry to even make a proper snowball, let alone a snowpig. that was probably the disappointment of the trip, but what are you gonna do?
in the afternoon we drove around and then went back to my grandma's nursing home. today was bingo day and she had made us promise to play. bao ended up winning twice and i won once. grandma didn't win at all. as you can see, she didn't appreciate that fact. let's just say that she's a bit competitive.
as an aside, why didn't anyone tell me that snowflakes actually look like those kind you make in school? you know, the kind where you take paper and fold it and make random cuts? i just assumed that was some sort of romanticized version of snowflakes.