DELIRIOUS WHEN TIRED: the life of a craziasian
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11:28 pm
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A Final Thank You Note
Dear Livejournal,
Thank you for all the good times. Thank you for not criticizing me when I fell into yet another food coma. Thank you for forcing me to learn a little bit of geek talk so that I could post my pictures. Thank you for being user-friendly and non-judgemental of my bad grammar. You meant so much to me but it is time to move on.
I've discovered the "video" function of my digital camera, LJ (anonymous boyfriends, BEWARE). And I love my flickr. And I don't like that the only friends I can have are LJ users. I think that is bloggist and I am a democrat, damnit. So I am moving over to blogger. I'll still be the same craziasian. You'll just be able to see me acting crazy instead of imagining it.
Thanks for everything. See you around.
love, adina
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05:44 pm
[Link] | Prepare for the impending switch over to ...
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04:49 pm
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Sanity Check
Am I the only one who finds this strange? Am I completely alone out here, thinking crocs are UGLY and suing photographers is CRAZY?
I feel so alone.
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09:25 am
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A Poll
This morning, mr. anon and I were discussing the possibility of hiring an amateur photographer for the wedding.
mr. anon: well, I'd want to be sure they'd have insurance.
me: why? in case their equipment got damaged?
mr. anon: no, to sue them if our pictures came out bad.
The poll I would like to take today is:
WHO THINKS THAT SUING A PHOTOGRAPHER IS A LITTLE PSYCHO?
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04:35 pm
[Link] | ( A Laundry List )
Tags: ilove
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01:21 pm
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The Happiest of Hours
Went to a happy hour on Friday with my co-workers. Got bombed. Danced a lot. Sang karaoke. Loved my job.
Click here for more Flickr action
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10:24 am
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Quote of the Day, Y'all
A highlight from an email I just got from a Kentuckian I worked with in New Orleans after Katrina:
...How are the wedding plans going? Do you have a date set? A reception site? What are your colors? Etc. As you can tell I love weddings. Once my daughter and I thought about being wedding planners, but in hillbilly heaven the only accessory they use is a shotgun.
Tags: quips
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10:45 pm
[Link] | so i just got back from post game beer where i drank 2 beers and guess what i am that is ri9ght i am a little tipsy. the reason why is (a) i ate lunch at 11AM and (b) i never drink anymore. i am just going to tell you that we almost got hit by a bus and also i defnitely said something about a penis wrapped in beef jerky. i think it had to do with someth ing manly. i made a huge play where i was the catcher and there was this giant guy running from third to home and i held the ball and he ran right into me but i hheld onto the ball unliek geanna davis who dropped it in league of her own. anyway everyone cheered and hugged me and i felt really great. then i drank beer and we talked about the white mans overbite donny i am looking at you. i ate spagghetti i really lvoe mister anonymous whow anonymous is hard to spell when you're a litte dunk and it's dark here because mr anonsymous turned off te light. ok friends i am glad your my friends happy i have this life byebye
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01:40 pm
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Sleepy Hollow
I am having trouble sleeping. I am usually in bed by midnight, though we have been retreating to our bedroom earlier and earlier as we get older and older. We climb into bed, blow up each other's noses (etc etc) and then roll over and I start my nightly dance routine. It starts with me on my belly with my right leg dangling off the bed. I do a few horizontal ballet moves (toes to knee, toes out, toes to knees, toes out) and then turn to face my left. I dig my knee into mr. anon's back until I have 2/3rds of the bed. Victorious, I roll over again and practice my moves. This goes on for about thirty minutes, sometimes longer, depending on how limber I am. Then I flip over, my head to his toes, and repeat the past half hour of my life upside down, as if I was not sure of the choreography for my big debut performance.
This goes on for hours until I either (a) fall asleep or (b) retreat to the living room couch. This most often than not leads to sleep (though it has occassionally led to early morning ramen-eating and Welcome to Mooseport-watching). Then, around six in the morning, mr. anon comes skipping out of the bedroom, dragging me back into bed and then keeping me awake with his freakishly noisy coffee drinking and tie tying.
I don't know why I can't sleep. I don't know if it is because I am (a) depressed or (b) eating past 8PM or (c) taking five hour midday naps on the weekends. All I know is that three alarms went off this morning around 8AM and I slept through all of them. This from someone who used to wake up because the sun was shining too loudly.
This will change. I will stop eating 5 pounds of chocolate before I go to bed. I will stop speaking with my mother about the plight of the jewish people after dusk. I will find peace. I will find peace.
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10:13 pm
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Quote of the Weekend
(After eating at my favorite Italian restaurant, where the waitresses know exactly what I order and the bus boy tells us "don't eat too fast this time")
mr. anon: I can't believe you hugged our waitresses.
me: So what?
mr. anon: I don't even hug my family.
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05:19 pm
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QUEEN BITCH OF THE WORLD
PREPARE FOR ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME ( WORK RANT )
I just realized a lot of nine-to-fiver's have to deal with this kind of unbelievable bullshit every day while I'm singing Rocky Top Tennessee with Dot and filing my nails. How absolutely horrible.
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03:12 pm
[Link] | I want to go home because I'm zonked and my boss is not here for me to make pouty eyes at and request to leave early. SO SLEEPY WANT NAP.
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05:02 pm
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6.6.06
Today is not only my sister's birthday, June 6th was also my grandparent's anniversary as well as my aunt and uncle's anniversary. Oh and it's also the day of the devil. WE ARE SO EVIL.
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01:20 pm
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Musings
I haven't felt inspired lately to write any good lj entries. It is not that my life is not full - on the contrary, it is more full than it has been for quite some time - it is just that finding the right angle in which to describe my life events to with my friends and possibly my friends' family (hi tom's brother!) has been hard for me lately.
For instance, I have great material from this weekend. I ate sushi with my adopted friends Eric and Geanna. Eric and mr. anon shared the "Love Boat for Two". I mean come on. THEY SHARED A LOVE BOAT OF SUSHI. My mind should be reeling from all the lj possibilities. Jokes about spooning! And playing footsies! And I could even do a little song and dance about how they could sail away from here on a cloudy day!
And then, if that wasn't enough, they then shared a tempura ice cream. Because Eric won't share dessert with me anymore. Because last time, he said he couldn't enjoy it since he had to eat fast to keep up with me.
And then, Eric informed us that he was buying INVISIBLE SHOES. He said he would have to buy NEW SOCKS since he would be wearing INVISIBLE SHOES. INVISIBLE SHOES PEOPLE. COME ON.
ARGH. I KNOW THE ANGLE IS THERE. I JUST DON'T SEE IT (get it?).
There was so much more to this weekend - a trip to Hershey Park, X-Men III, batting practice with Reyna, but I'll leave you with this tidbit from a conversation with Reyna:
me: I find movies about how your child is the devil scary.
reyna: Really? I personally find it to be an effective form of birth control.
Current Mood: blocked
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09:23 am
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Life & A Can of Beer
My father is an email forwarder. Usually it is about the war in Iraq or some cheesy iambic pentameter bane-of-my-existence poem about cutesy wootsy kids. But sometimes they aren't so bad. And involve beer. ( like this one )
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10:32 am
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No Batter! No Batter!
Due to a possibly sprained ankle (which is possibly related to the fact that I played intramural softball yesterday...poorly might I add), I am sitting at home catching up on what I like to call DO NOTHING AND EAST AS MANY DEVILED EGGS AS YOU CAN time.
Now, many of you might be saying to yourself, "Adina joined an intramural softball league? Adina is not the most coordinated person I know. Or the most athletic. Or the fastest runner. She sort of runs like a duck. She's basically okay at reading. But her grammar, oh my god it sucks. Why am I friends with Adina again?"
I admit I did it out of jealousy. I admit and embrace this jealousy. This jealousy led me to possibly the coolest kids I have met since college. I hope they're reading this as I sing high praise of them - YOU ALL ARE SO FUNNY AND GOOD AT SOFTBALL. AND CUTE WOW YOU'RE ALL SO CUTE.
Mister Anonymous started his summer "internship" this week. I quote the word "internship" because it is just code for "drink and be merry". He's already gone to two of the most expensive restaurants in town for lunch with his mentors, and he gets to go to cocktail receptions and eat lots of fancy food and get shmoozed by the company that knows that one day he will be working for them and he will be HATING LIFE at 11 PM, eating crappy take-out chinese for the 4th night in a row while his wife is sitting at home with the kids watching Desperate Housewives and relating a little bit too much to some of the characters. At first, I was just jealous of the food. I can live without a company buttering me up only to eventually overwork me and chain me to my desk. But then I found out that he also gets to play in a softball league. That is when the jealousy erupted into action. And that is how I met my softball team.
Now most captains would see me, in all my small-asian-yoga-pants-wearing-I don't-have-my-kid's-sized-pink-glove-with-me-today glory and write BENCH on my forehead with a Sharpie. But not Jim. Jim let me be CATCHER. Even though that meant, when players twice my size were rounding third and headed in my direction, his infielders would hesitate and then decide against throwing the ball to me as I hovered over home plate and prayed I'd have all my teeth tomorrow.
I also discovered the real reason people join softball leagues - POST-GAME BEER. I guess I live a sheltered life because I didn't realize people went to drink beer on Wednesdays. After a hard day's work of pushing paper - I go home, pour me a glass of filtered water, and nap. Sometimes we play Monopoly, if we're feeling fiesty. Later this week we might even watch March of the Penguins - but that might be pushing it so we'll see.
It was just great to meet people who (a) were my age, (b) were funny, and (c) were CAGEFIGHTERS (well, just one - Brian the Striking Viking - but come on how cool is that). There was this one guy who was wearing a shirt that said "Las Vegas - Buffet Team". He was on a BUFFET TEAM. That must mean that their sole purpose in competitions was to EAT AT BUFFETS...what is that ringing? Oh...it's my destiny calling and he's wearing that shirt.
It was the first time since I've moved to Philly that I felt that I met people that actually got me. Versus the increasingly familiar response of: Stare, Tilt Head, Sigh Laugh, and Back Away Slowly.
I hope they remember why they liked me at our next game, as I get thrown out at first base and miss foul balls and sprain my ankle after not really moving at all. Because I'll remember why I liked them: CAGEFIGHTING. BUFFET TEAMS. WIFFLEBALL. BEER.
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11:34 pm
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write an update about your life in five minutes or less GO!
I really have so much to talk about. AC with shabbyrosy to see Elvis Caostello perform with Death Cab for Cutie (cuties), Fiona Apple (pro: great voice. con: hysterically flails arms in a way that is not unlike a puppet (whose elbows are attached to its sides) having a seizure.), and Billy Joe from Green Day (from far away, Billy Joe was pretty freaking hot). Winning $100 at single deck blackjack and Krinal and Mytin (our dealers). Town Watch and the seven hundred hours a week it requires (versus the five hours TOTAL I expected it to take). Painting rainbows on the faces of Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. My co-worker's twins. And the fact that they have twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. And what that made me realize about those who have faith and those who do not.
But because I am (a) writing a summary for a cancer protocol, (b) preparing a presentation for an important morning meeting tomorrow, (c) organizing our neighborhood (read: half of South Philly) town watch, and (d) PLANNING A MOTHER FUCKING WEDDING, I just cannot find the time to update. Or pee. Or read a magazine. Or crack my back. Or get my teeth cleaned. OR JUST GO TO THE BEACH AND DRINK PINA COLADAS AND DIG MY TOES INTO THE SAND.
So please, bear with me as I muddle through the next FOUR DECADES OF MY LIFE because seriously I am not going to get married until I am 60 years old at the rate I'm going.
Dear Life, WHY YOU SO CRAZY?? love, adina
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05:32 pm
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The Little Things
Dear 18A & associates,
I have created a Flickr group page called The Little Things. You should receive an email invitation to become a member. Please do. If you don't receive this email, I either (a) hate you, (b) forgot you, or (c) gave up on invitations since they only let you invite three people at a time. So this is a pseudo-open email invitation. Please. Join my group. I am so desperate for friends.
At the very least, it'll be a point of reference to navigate our pictures. At the very most, it'll get some of our less Flickr-friendly friends (cough Donny cough) to get out their digital cameras and take pictures (even if it is of Milwaukee). Or it'll get some of our other friends who, say, take lots of pictures of their couch but no pictures of their newly-acquired make-out partner (cough Tom cough).
Anyway, I've posted some new pictures from the Week of Adina festivities (which included a trip to NYC, mini-golfing, and a lot of pasta) on my Flickr to get the Flickr blood pumping. Please, let's make this the next big thing. or, more appropriately, the next big little thing.
love, adina
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05:23 pm
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Empty Promises
I promise that, before the end of time, I will post about the following:
* GAY/LESBIAN-FRIENDLY SQUARE DANCING
* MILONGA DANCE PARTY
* the ALTAR BOYZ
...and other equally delightful topics.
But first, a word from our sponsor.
DO NOT EVER EVER RENT THE MOVIE STRICTLY BALLROOM. EVER EVER EVER.
If you happen to meet a cute ameri-asian girl at your tango lesson, and she seems like she is a credible person with decent taste (judging her taste solely on the fact that she is dating a humongously tall man, who knows what he looks like he is THAT tall), and she says they decided to take tango lessons because of said movie - assume two things.
ONE: They didn't decide together. She decided for them. No man that tall has any interest in learning how to tango. Or dance in general. Because he knows that tall white men (wearing flannel shirts, nonetheless) weren't meant to dance. It would be defying gravity and all the Hollywood movies that have that token white man dancing scene. I mean, come on. He would much rather be making love to another freakishly tall giant woman or chopping wood. Whatever tall flannel-wearing people do.
TWO: SHE IS STUPID AND HAS BAD TASTE IN MOVIES.
This movie was so bad that I actually could not turn it off. I could not physically move my hand two inches to my left to grab the remote and push STOP STOP IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD STOP AND EJECT. I was frozen - stunned really - by the signature early 90's cinematography. I was horrified that this movie moved another fellow human being - someone who has a parent that comes from the same continent that I do - to actually do something interesting. Like learn how to dance tango. I mean, really I'm just shocked this film moved anyone to do anything except die from exposure to Really Bad Movie Disease.
SO BAD. WORSE THAN ELIZABETHTOWN. THAT BAD.
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12:24 pm
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My Birthday Wish List
My birthday is this Sunday. By then, I would like to have acquired the following birthday gifts:
( My Birthday Wish List )<a href="http://www.x-menthelaststand.com/>X-Men III</a> to get freaking released already
to be able to see my friends and not just read about their lives on their blogs
board gamers
to never dread my birthday, no matter how old I get </lj-cut>
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