At the Beginning

It's about 1am on Thursday morning, the official start of my European adventure. Richard Marx's At the Beginning is playing on iTunes. After some packing revision, I think I can finally sleep for a few hours. Once the alarm goes off I will jump out of bed, shower, and travel proof my hair for my 15-hour journey across the Atlantic ocean. I plan to arrive in London looking proper and prudent so as to not offend any Brits. I will greet them with the appropriate Napoleon stance as I say "g'day, old chap" (hand at my navel).

I am getting travel anxiety already, what if the plane crashes into the ocean in a fiery ball of flames, and I perish forever? I will never see the people I care about, although I wouldn't mind not seeing the people I care less about. Getting on a plane is always a humbling experience, it makes me think about the things I wished I said to people and the things I wished I accomplished. Surviving a plane ride is like getting a second chance card in life.

So, just in case, because I know I am the type that keep things inside. If I survive, feel free to poke fun at my mushiness, just don't actually poke me because I bruise like a peach. Here it goes:
I am thankful for my friends and family. I think I am extremely lucky to have co-workers who are actually friends as well. I am thankful for the many hours of laughter and delight afforded to me by people who really get me, and you know who you are. I love my family, even my little brother who tried to blame the car alignment problem on me. That's ok, I'm pretty sure I dropped you when you were a baby, probably on purpose a little bit. I don't know if I've ever been in love, I guess if I don't know then I probably haven't. Although, it is quite possible I came quite close to it (EGK), and it's been such a long time that I have no idea what that's all about. Hmm, not sure what else to say now. Last words or blog from the grave is a lot like giving an Oscar speech. I'm pretty sure I've left out some major things and people, but they're cuing the music.

Thank You for Playing

My parents started a tradition of driving down to have dinner with me before I go on a long vacation. Of course, three eves before my European adventure they drove down to meet me up for dinner. They had a plastic bag with them and the contents of this bag was mail, cassette cleaner, two squatty peaches, and dental floss (apparently they heard about the Brits). My dad even said, "here's floss for you to take on your trip. "

I dunno about you, but I was expecting much better travel send off presents. Well, I expected nothing, but the bag got my expectations up. Floss is such a lovely parting gift.

Bible Watch 2007, Chapter 1

I started the much dreaded Bible Watch 2007 with the opening scene to Baywatch. That was a marketing ploy known as "sex sells" to rope in the unsuspecting readers. The actual events I am about to describe has more gravity than bouncing boobs.

Back in May, I came home from a long drive from the OC to see a bible sitting on the coffee table. I thought, ok, one of the roommies decided to attend church today. He/she must've done something super sinful, I wonder what it was. Over the course of the next few weeks, I came to identify the true bible thumper as the older and more masculine roommate. I saw him carrying it when he came home a few nights. Then slowly, the bible was everywhere. It would be sitting on the dining table. Eventually it would lend itself to be left open on the table with highlighted passages. Other religious relics also started to appear immaculately. Items like prayer mad libs and a bible boot camp manual. Not to mention, the religious paintings calendar he had put up at the beginning of the year--something he had played off as a white elephant gift from his aunt, was all starting to make sense and take foothold in the common living/dining area.

The latest development occurred last night when I came home, slightly buzzed from hopping around in PB, and I saw a greeting card propped up on the dining table. It was a "Congrats on your Baptism" card. I didn't know they sold those. I was too tired to care to read it. Then just as soon as I had dismissed the annoyance of the lack of separation between church and state, I saw a little ceramic cross. Horror shot through my spine. For God's sake, people eat at this table, have a little respect.

In slight retrospect, my sarcastic musing of some sin committed truly makes me wonder now. As I am writing late into the night, paranoia tends to set in with fatigue and delirium. I wonder...did he kill someone? Must remember to check homicide logs in the past 3 months. Also, did you know homicide includes murder and manslaughter? So advanced.

who does that?

ok, so an old topic, new post. i received a phone call earlier that went something like this. i will be playing the part of beautiful girl, and our friend will be playing the part of mr. soccer.

Mr. Soccer: Hey, hows it going?
Beautiful Girl: Great, how are you?
MS: What are you doing tonight?
BG: Why, are you going to invite yourself over to watch the new episode of JFC?
MS: No, I thought you and {insert other beautiful friend's name here} might want to heckle me as I ref a soccer game.
BG: Well, {other beautiful friend} is doing something today. .
MS: OK, well, I will leave two tickets at the gate under your name.
BG: {did I agree to go?} OK, well, have to get back to work.
MS: OK, later.

WTF? if we are going to heckle someone reffing a soccer game, would we want them to know that we were showing up? that pretty much defeats the purpose of heckling, right?

don't let me be a two-year friend

another saturday, another night of absolutely nothing to do. but think. about people. generally, my mind tends toward those that are currently in my life.
last night, i got to thinking about all of those people that were in my life for what seemed to be forever, but in actuality was only a brief period of time. take s.l., and old friend who used to ride the bus with me in middle school. he was somewhat of a spaz. but a great guy. he had this cat that would chase the light shined by a flashlight. it was hilarious. and i was thinking, i wonder what happened to this guy. i vainly tried to google him, but nothing comes up. will i ever see him again? does it matter? did he ever have a random thought on a lonely saturday night about me?
this got me to thinking about friendships. i generally tend not to keep them for very long, for whatever reason i tend to come up with. over the past six months, i have all of the sudden a very good friend. an odd thing for me. my best friend for the past ten years has been my sister, and all of the sudden, i am letting this other person into my life as a confidant and confidee (not a word, but you get the idea). am i growing up? did i finally realize that i am lonely and in need of people to spend time with? was it just an accident of time, meeting someone who was incredibly cool and who shares an enormity of common interests?
i have had friends before, but for the most part, brief friends. friends for two years. friends that once they are out of my life, i find excuses as to why they are not in my life anymore that make sense only to me. remember when she insulted you for, what was that reason again? remember when he tried to kiss you late night at that bar? remember what her friend said to you and she did nothing to combat the claim? did those things even really happen? have i exaggerated them in my mind to allow me to drop these people, because it would take effort to maintain a friendship?
i am getting off topic, if there is a topic, but hear this. don't let me be that girl. you are too good of a friend to let me get off that easily.

Random Phrase

If she got knocked up, she would know to push herself down the stairs.

Catch Phrases

"That's so advanced"
"That's so elevated"