no love, no glory. no hero in the sky

to the loud DAB in pink:
people go to the library for a fucking reason. be considerate enough to take your phone conversation and your obnoxious flirtfest down to the second floor.


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turning to the dark side never felt so good.

in the past few days of hollywood...

day 1: a guy's pointed a fucking camera in my face. and those who know me, know how much i hate that.
"so what school do you go to?"

day 2: got hit on by a high schooler...
"what high school do you go to?"
"... I'M TWENTY-ONE"

15 minutes later (post-transaction), four guys are spotted chilling outside their car in the parking lot.
me: harjot, are those the same guys that came in awhile ago?
harjot: hahaha, yeah
me: .......

day 3: bitch encounter, but the highlight = four bucks for a dvd. mm, so sweet.

tonight, i really did miss you.
but for your sake (and mine's), i don't think it means anything.

monday, 2/20/06 1:02 a.m.

it's early in the morning, and my brain isn't up to par in terms of function right now. therefore, this update isn't the most kickass update, but still a level of entertainment. enjoy.

while doing the wall:
me: what?!
g: i'm proud of you.
me: hahahhahah, why???
g: because you did it the way i would do it.
me: hahahahahha

considering g's a perfectionist-anal kind of person, his saying means a lot. i'm earning my respects, man. hahaha.

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and the shady hour continues at hollywood...
on the other hand:

g: i'm happy to see you
me: hahahha =)
g: i wished to see you here today.
me: .... you got your wish!

gas: $5
covering for someone: 3.5 hours of potential study time and/or life
hearing a homefry's wish came true: priceless

hehe.

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whenever we have late night AIM conversations, i just have to put a snippet.

toan: i am traumatized by her "i miss you"'s

alrighty... happy valentine's, chums!

tuesday, 2/14/06 5:59 a.m.

current mood: feeling damn lucky

great finds make my damn night, man.
i feel like i've reached the end of the rainbow tonight.
jackpot, baby.
... but must control my urges.

i will not be a DAB.

saturday, 2/11/06 11:40 p.m.

girl talk...

MaggnificentMags: ill be like "i aint your baby mama"

hahahahhahah this girl is beyond hilarious.
what would life be like without a twin like you?

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lilbrijj: it's ok, we're all proud and love you.
lilbrijj: ain't no shame
ouuie: lol, fucking linda
lilbrijj: goddamn, i wish i was there. i mean, i deserve that. you owe me that. from that lame jason punch.
ouuie: lol omg, i totally forgot that
lilbrijj: it's ok, i'm sure you looked good flicking her
ouuie: as a matter of fact, i was looking pretty damn good that night
lilbrijj: lol, that's my girl!
ouuie: lol. you cheer me up
lilbrijj: aw, i miss you
ouuie: lol =) miss you too

cheeeeeeeeeese can be so good.

off i go to study the night away, adios.

tuesday, 2/7/06 2:03 a.m.

tonight's entertainment:

me: omg, let's drunk talk!
toan: no, i'll pass out on you

toan: actually, i think being with you at a party would be fun
me: hahahahah, why's that?
toan: so we can have drunk talks live and in person, haha
me: hahahahhaha

toan: have i ever seen you drunk? i don't think i've ever went drinking with you.
me: hahahahha. no, we haven't drank together ever. i'm a friendly drunk. a friendly/slightly funny drunk
toan: perfect. we would so hit it off as drunks, haha
toan: when i come back to san ho, it will happen. i'll have a party and you will come.
me: hahahahhah. aw, drunk toan is cute.
toan: say that to me in person
toan: and then....

and then... he lost his train of thought. hahahaha.

i'm sorry, but i had to.
i'm excessively hysterical because drunks are endearing
in a funny-cute sort of way.
at least, this one was, hahahaha.

monday, 2/6/06 2:43 a.m.

switch off.

working four late night shifts consecutively during midterm week is hell on eyes.
on the flipside...
my energy level has been in the above average range throughout
... but i'm getting crabby.
sleep is calling out to me
and i'll be responding soon.

... and so the chaos ends. hot damn.

thursday, 2/2/06 9:59 a.m.

i love her like rainbow jello:

________my favorite one year old.

how adorable is she?
goddamn, don't you just want to eat her up? :)

wednesday, 2/1/06 1:26 p.m.

people need to calm the fuck down.

1. we're not your call-on-duty servants. you have a set of eyes, a pair of hands and feet. learn to use them, will you?
nicely worded demands will earn the right response.
whatever happened to please and thank you

2. be freakin polite. with regards to your fucking laziness, i should earn some sort of politeness.

3. when there's a huge line, PLAY NICE. don't give me that "how long will it take?!?" whine while holding up the damn line.

4. reapplying is not the end of your existence. don't be rude about the hassle. do you fucking realize that in that 1.5 minutes of complaining about it that i would have already had it completed? fuck, it's not my fault the company's system is down. i just work here, ok.

5. make up your mind. do you or don't you? don't get bitchy when you don't get your way. it won't bring back your fucking account.

6. "she has an attitude." yes, i had an attitude. shit, didn't you? i'm a goddamn human being. attitude knows no size.

7. talking to the manager won't do shit. he knows as well as i do that bitchy customers will do what bitchy customers will do: bitch. he'll give you a pseudo-manager's name, and you'll be on your way.

and while i'm on a roll here...

8. if you're not ready, don't get in line. it's time consuming--for you, for us, and for the 5+ customers behind your last-minute-munchies-indecisive-procrastinating ass.

i wear my emotions on my sleeves.
and i think retail stores are not the best places for me to hold it down. we take a lot of shit--insults, blames, and the list goes on. we smile and we provide you goods and services, so the least you can do is cut short on the bitchiness.

people don't know how crazy it can be. it's a business. it's not your damn fucking living room.
whatever happened to public display of mannerism?
some people are a fucking mystery to me.

end of my customer service vent of the night.

p.s. i deal with this crap four nights a week. people who deal with this seven days a week, my hat goes off to you.

saturday, 1/28/06 10:45 p.m.

it's 3am and i can't sleep.

and not in that "i'm tired, but i can't sleep" insomniac bullshit.
because trust me, my eyes don't lie--they be tired.
early bird catches the worm, they say.
and a few good study hours in before work.

so this new job i've been at for approximately three months--well, it's growing on me. it's not exactly that same fast-paced
growth as the one i had at depot but it's more than tolerable. and it's ok, depot is a tough act to follow.

i miss the people, my ODs. the company during store hours. the kickass walkie talkies. my copy 'n print partner in crime. the stocker boys. the fun--in the store and out... :(

i get into a nostalgic mode about the ODs, just because things were always peachy-keen, so to speak. a summer without drama until a certain partner in crime's cheating asshole of a boyfriend showed his face and ruined everything. bitter, much? sort of, hehe.
pre-infidelity problem, it was fun times, and i miss it.
but life goes on after depot.

the pay's shit, the 5-12am shifts are crap.
but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
i find myself holding back at work.
my insides are well aware of this notion.
it's sort of immune to.. fixing it, though.
like... it's given up on trying to be close to any of the purples.
but i'm sort of okay with that. i figure, the less i exude,
the less drama will come to me.

this is the closest thing to an explanation to my recent flakiness.
or maybe i'm just a goddamn flake...

as cool as brian may be, it's... weird.
why call me six months after our last call? or maybe
he was just returning the random phonecall i made
... six months ago.
so to answer the question "did i pick up his call wednesday night?"
no, rejected all five calls. shit, i straight up flaked.
for some reason, i don't think it helped that those five calls were made within an hour--even after a voicemail was received.
as history has taught me well, when it comes to the opposite
sex, there is always a premeditated agenda in the mix.
i'd like to think i've grown a little smarter from my chris days.

caught in the act by thomas thursday night at work, i realize, i have a bad poker face. actually... for some odd reason, i can bluff like hell in poker. it's lying in life that my face won't permit.

at work:

lisa: big sister, what shoes size do you wear??
me: no! i don't want to wear stolen goods! (she calls me big sister because we share the same last name, and she's two years younger than me. and background info to the conversation: she jacks shoes from her second job at naturalizer.)
thomas (from the sideline): she's trying to save up for school, so she's poor.
lisa: that's what i'm here for! i see it in your face! you want them. you look like a six and a half. seven, maybe
me: A SEVEN?! i'm freakin big foot now!?
lisa: hahaha, i'm going to get you pretty ones, ok!

this girl...

ok, time to study.
over 'n out.

saturday, 1/28/06 3:35 a.m.

a six month hiatus.

my last post was back in june.
a lot and a little has happen since then.
different job. different scenes. different people.
nothing and no one is constant in my life anymore, and i'm missing that comfort of having one.

i'm still in san jose. depressing on some level.
depending on how i look at things. but i'm over that now.
expect a davis return this upcoming summer.
unless bad luck decides to strike again.
if it does, maybe this time i'll be more prepared for it.

alrighty, chums. that should do you for the time being.

monday, 1/16/06 3:47 p.m.