The piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile

"I’m a sucker for strings and lyrics, and broken-hearted love songs. This one gets props for all three"



So imagining a mash up with The Scientist and Dreams.

Brain Vomit

Waking up so early in the mornings, I'm finding that general sleepiness, overall incoherence, and a desire to not program at the butt crack of dawn often leads to a disturbing lack of inhibition. Or mainly, a state of sober semi-drunkenness where I think I've come up with something interesting/meaningful that has to be stated and receive insulting but accurate (upon post-morning ruminating) replies from my BFFs. The brain races and continually smashes into a brick wall, I guess. Ah. Awkwardness. Embrace it.

Nice Guy Syndrome

[From Urban Dictionary]
An annoying mental condition in which a heterosexual man concocts over simplified ideas why women aren’t flocking to him in droves. Typically this male will whine and complain about how women never want to date them because he is “too nice” or that he is average in appearance. He often targets a woman who is already in a relationship; misrepresenting his intentions of wanting to be her friend and having the expectation that he is owed more than friendship because he is such a good listener. He is prone to brooding over this and passive aggressive behavior.

Fashionista...not

Despite it being a good seven years since high school, I've realized that there are still two constants that have held solid for the mid 20s, working set with no kids (call me a yuppie and I'll punch you in the face).

Clothes and TV.

Seeing how I've been covering the latter ad nauseam since..well, forever, how about a little discussion on the former?

So. I like nice looking clothes. I'm just too cheap and lazy to explore beyond the confines of Target, my sister's closet, and my laptop. Scanning around my sample of friends from LA and SF, fashion tends to just blend together into a hodgepodge of leggings, ankle boots, Greek sandals, trench coats, short dresses, and/or long shirts. So picking out something individually for myself within the masses? Kind of hard.

What's easier? Laughing at really atrocious fashion. Ha. What better way to find it than the SALE link on various high end clothing stores? Sure, you could always go to whatever celeb fashion police site and cackle gloriously at whatever dlist atrocity decides to make an appearance, but I find it's more satisfying discovering something that was made with the intention of regular folk (with minorly above average income or no dependents) to actually purchase and be ridiculed in public.

So today's fashion no-nos come courtesy of a clothing site I actually like (kind of a reminder not to be a slave to brand names/stores because they all are capable of producing crap):

1) ModCloth:The Van Gogh Jumper

The cyclical nature of trends has a way of smacking me in the face in hindsight. I told myself that the unflattering tight capris from Grease could never make comeback, Cowboy boots were for rednecks, and sequins were too much of a little girl pageant throwback to ever be worn seriously by adults. Of course, I ended up wearing all three at one point or the other (yay hypocrite!). So, I could be wrong picking out this little ensemble right here, but if the day comes when I'm caught wearing a floral multiple muffin top and pumpkin thighs inducing jumper, feel free to kick my ass.


2) ModCloth: My Way or the High Waist Shorts
Understandably, the elastic tube top did wonders when it came to squishing boobs to non-existence, so I'm guessing the designer of these pants thought it'd be a great idea to apply the same concept to the uterus pooch every bloated female is cursed with. But really? No. Just no. Especially when contesting with the super attractive red imprints left behind on your gut at the end of the night. No.

Songs Currently Stuck In My Head (aka boring MV post)

Ludo - Love Me Dead


Great Northern - Houses

Things My Mom Says

I think the greatest thing about my parents having English as their second language is that whenever they cuss, I know they put a lot of thought into it and actually want my sister and I to overhear them. It's particularly apparent since they always emphasize a particular curse word while speaking. Just a little added "oomph" behind every "shit", "fuck", or "bitch", you know? So the following quote, just imagine this lovely lady...
stressing the "fu" sound behind her "fucks":

"While me and Hung are fighting and he tells me, 'fucks your mom!", and I say, 'Well, my mom is dead so you can just go and fucks her in hell!'"

She's a fiesty one...just don't think she entirely has the grasp on the proper way to insult.

"No Time for Talking."

So it's been five days since I stood in a Princess Diana themed living room and received a piece of paper that now lets Nick automatically have, without additional paperwork, some money if I happen to croak. Oh, and of course, I now have a cheaper health insurance plan. Woot.

So general details how it actually went down:
1. Amy got me my dress from eBay for $86. Highlight of the entire process. It was cheaper than my senior prom dress. Nice. Me and sissy:2. Saturday: hitched a ride with the family to Reno. Stopped by the courthouse for the license, perused the front for chapel brochures and chose the one that advertised $13.90.
3. Sunday: Got ready, got shackled in less than a minute, and got to witness my dad gorge himself at The Peppermill Buffet. Reference entry title to encapsulate his general mindset whenever there was food within 10 feet of him.


Some general comments on the immediate aftermath:
1. Nick gets admiring compliments on how quickly and painlessly he was able to accomplish everything. I'm currently on inquiry #23 on whether or not I have a bun in the oven. For the record, I am not pregnant.
2. My last name stays. Though "Kuojo" really was in serious (but not really) consideration. Ha. Still cracks me up.
3. Does every girl really fantasize about their dream wedding when they were young? Yeeeah. I wanted to be Batman's sidekick.

All in all. Not a big deal. Yaaaaaay.