Whatever

Damn these pills. I forgot to take them this morning and now I'm moody. I need ice cream, chocolate, and my knitting.

Heat Wave Finally Broke, Like a Child's Fever

Well, it was cooler today than it's been in over a week. Unlike the previous week, we didn't wake to temps over 100, but it did get there this afternoon. Still felt so much better. I don't have a migraine anymore, thank God. The heat is just murder. Mama used to say the heat made her physically sick, and I never understood. But now I do. She was right. I just have no energy in heat like that; I'm tired all the time. I can handle the 90's, but once in triple digits, I can't drink enough water to keep up. And then the migraine comes and doesn't go until the heat is gone. I've never had a migraine last for days like that. Poor Janessa. Thankfully she doesn't get them very often anymore.

I went into the office today and I found Hope had left an article on my desk concerning the ignorant idea that women are under-represented in the sciences because of inate limitations. It was really good. The article may be found here:
http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v442/n7099/index.html It is in Nature Vol 442 13 July 2006. The title is "Does Gender Matter" and it's by Ben A. Barres. I think it is very good. If you have a subscription, or access to this article, I highly suggest reading it. And anyone who still thinks women don't succeed because they "think differently" from men are just burying their heads in the sand. Try making that arguement about black or hispanic people and see how that flies. Anyway. Thanks to Hope Ishii for passing the article on to me.

Dave came in also, and we talked about the next step in my project. It's so cool. I actually do understand what's going on, even if I am not sure how to manipulate the tools to get it to go that way. Yet. I'm working on it.

Annie and I made a junk food run. Yes, Mama, I am aware that it leads to mood swings, but mostly when I forget to take my pills. We got ice cream and chocolate. Awesome! Godiva chocolate ice cream with chocolate hearts. Death by oral orgasm! That came out wrong, but you get the idea.

We hosted this week's Bible Study. We had a good talk, but I feel a bit ... unsatisfied somehow. I don't know. I really don't feel like anything, for me, was accomplished by this week's discussion. I still think sometimes God does give you more than you can handle. But maybe that is when God carries you, even though your grief separates your heart from God so that you don't feel Him there. And the opinions of some of the others about how if you commit suicide that you are always sinful, or that at some point on the path you made a bad/sinful choice, and that by not relying on the "knowledge" that God won't give you more than you can handle because it says so in the Bible somewhere, your lack of faith damns you. I think that's not right. Maybe correct in some cases, but not all. If your lack of faith allows you to get to the point of such despair that suicide seems the best option, I don't think that lack of faith damns you. Just because you "should have" turned to God to "save" you, doesn't mean that you are damned because you didn't. I have had more than my fair share of pain, none of which was in my control, but instead at the hands of others. I am not tainted by sin because I wondered if living was worth it. I never would have taken my own life, because I did believe that it was a sin, but there are others who cannot survive the things I've been through, and I cannot condemn them for their weakness. In fact, it is their weakness that makes them worthy and in need of my compassion. Compassion, not excuse. Does that make me more compassionate than God? Of course not. I cannot believe that God would so condemn a soul in agony. If you have no where to turn, and no relief in sight, and are crazed by pain and grief, it is not right to withhold mercy and compassion. The Lord of the Old Testament might be this way, but not the Father of Jesus, not Jesus Himself, and not the Holy Spirit. I have reached my own breaking point, and have people and God to rely upon. That doesn't mean that it's in any way okay for me to be burdened this way, for any reason. I am angry that God has allowed these things to happen. I have not healed from the pain of my life with my father. I have not healed from these new assaults on my soul. I will survive it. But what is the point of my suffering? So that I know I can survive? So that I grow in strength? Ridiculous. I don't know why I'm made to suffer, but it isn't because I lack faith in God. I know God is here to help me. But God has given me more than I can bear, and I am angry for it. I still love God. But I am devastated, and I am angry. How many traumas can I survive in one life? I guess we'll find out. Why is it that I am the one put near people of extreme violence? Why do these people attack me? Because I'm there. Is it that most people are subjected to traumas like mine? Is that what I am to learn? That the world and majority of people are violated in every way possible by people around them? That seems wrong, and yet, this is what I know. Wow. I guess I did know why I felt unsettled and disgruntled by tonight's Bible Study group. Where's the Love, Y'all? http://www.songme.com/b/black_eyed_peas/various_songs.html

New Hair, and a Near Miss Drowning

So this is my new hair cut. I really like it. I guess it's kind of hard to see in this pose, but it's really nice, and I look years younger. Woohoo! It's a shoulder length bob with chucky layers. I have to straighten it, because my hair is wavy, and like with curly hair, brushing it makes the waves poof out and get frizzy. Hate that! Thankfully straightening doesn't take much time. It's just the back I need to work on doing. Annie cut it for me. Isn't she awesome?!

She took some photos so I could send one to Mama. I tried to get one of the artiste responsible for my new image, but she escaped my watchful eye. Sneaky girl!



It's been so hot here lately! It's been around 108 for the past 5 days. Miserable! I end up going to the pool several times in a day, so that helps keep me cool. :) We went to the weekly bbq, which was moved to Tuesday instead of Thursday due to Bible Study. Kevin and I argued about whether or not the Universe can be considered infinite. I said no, and he said yes. His arguement was that you could never reach a boundary and therefore it was infinite. I said it was finite because there is a limit of the fabric of space time, which is the expanding spacetime as defined by the Big Bang. I said we may not be able to find it, but there will come a point where we are passing through previously travel regions without having changed our direction of travel. The whole, we live in a torus idea. His response was that a circle has no end, and is therefore infinite and has no boundary, and hence the same with space and time. Afterwards we went to the pool, and Ian tried to drown me several times. Kevin and Mike were much better about playing keep away and didn't try to drown me. :) Yay for being alive!

Within a Hair's Breath

I came THIS close to going short, but I decided to stick with longer for now. I haven't been styling my hair much and so I think that may be my main problem. It's the whole "put no effort into it, and don't get what you want out of it" thing. :) If I put a little time into it, I really do like it. So thanks everyone I talked to and agonized with for giving me feedback and listening to me. Good to know I have so many friends willing to help me with my image crisis. And thanks to those, and you know who are, who like my hair as it is now. Makes me feel good to know I don't look bad, but just in the mood for a change. :)

Lauren, Monica, and I went shopping in San Fran today to escape the heat. It did get rather warm in the city, but no where near as bad as the 110 it got to here in Livermore. Yuck. I can't really go into the city again, so I will have to rely on the pool to keep me cool. The air conditioning isn't really keeping up with the heat. Annie turned it off while we were gone to save money on the electric, and it was an oven when Lauren and I got home. We promptly stripped to our underwear and t-shirts and I made us some iced raspberry tea with the AC going full blast. It is 106 here still at midnight. YUCK. It should be cooled down enough to sleep in an hour or two. Good thing I'm a night owl. Ah, cold drink, sudoku, and modern air conditioning. It's a good thing.

Oh, the shopping! I was SO good. Lauren found some awesome fabric for curtains for her room this year at school. She got a really good deal, too. The one fabric was very pricey, and the other was a good deal, so the expensive too-die-for fabric is the focal point and the coordinating good-deal fabric is the bulk. The second shop we went into today was this purse shop where the designer was the owner. She had some gorgeous things. And all very pricey, but not unreasonable for the quality. But, I am being careful with the money (trying to build savings as many of us are) and so I was standing firm on not spending money on anything I hadn't planned on. I had three things on my list: high heeled shoes from the major sale and Loehman's, underwear (a girl needs cute panties now and again), and make up for Mama and me from Victoria's Secret. Well. I'm in this cute little shop just minding my own business and reveling in my own resoluteness, when it caught my eye. This dark red all leather handbag. It wasn't small (which I liked), it was a rich red, it had a woven leather pattern with a canvas/heavy linen lining, and the leather was soft like butter. Yes, I knew it was soft because somehow it was in my hands the heartbeat after my eyes landed on it. I know not how that came to be. And so, there I was, embroiled in a mortal battle of wills: the will to not spend money, and the will to have this which made life worth living. Okay, that was a little dramatic, but you get the idea. The next question was, "How much?" I held my breath, knowing this was a moment of destiny. If it was divine intervention that placed this thing of beauty in my path, it would cost less than the limit of my credit card; if it was cruel temptation and a test of my faith in the path of fiscal responsibility, then it would be beyond my means. And I reached for the tag... And it was $50. My heart began to pound. I had the means to purchase it. Now did I let down my fortified walls of reason and fiscal conservatism and purchase the new center of my universe? No. Yes! NO! YES! No! YES! no! YES! no YES! no YES! no YES! And so down came my backbone of steel to kneel before the alter of Beauty. I paid for this new rich, luxurious, awe-inspiring, treasure and put it to use immediately. I carried in the store bag my old purse and my sweater (for when the sun went down and it turned cool) and walked down the street without touching the ground (it was a dirty street after all) grinning happily. I knew that when I return to Notre Dame, and my mother lays eyes on this new wonder, she will abscond with it like a ferret in a room full of shiny objects. I know what the future holds for me. She will take it. I will take it back. She will take it again. I will take it again. And so life will continue, until the end of time. Or the purse wears out, whichever comes first. We then went to the Billion Dollar Babes sale to benefit the fight against breast cancer. Here the top fashion designers put their up coming fashions on sale. There were $2000 dresses selling for $200. I didn't like them, but it was a good deal. I did try on a few things, and I have decided I need to lose like 10 pounds. Maybe 15. Unless I can just tone up the fat areas. Swimming is good exercise. And as much walking as we did today just shopping, that must count as at least one workout, maybe two. Okay, back on topic. I didn't find anything at the sale, but Monica did. She bought a nice dress. I did find that a lot of those dresses were ones I could make with better fabric. And the jewelry. Most of it looked like high quality beads on standard gold or silver jewelry craft wire. I can do that. And some of the things that Lauren has made was as good as what they were selling. I can do that. We then went to Nordstrom Rack where there was a great deal on some really cute panties. And so I got one thing on my list. Yay! We then wandered around shopping some more and Lauren found a new undergarment. She was pleased to find a good deal and a perfect fit. I was disappointed by the shoes and didn't find anything worth buying. Bummer. When we went to Victoria's Secret we found that the make up is being repackaged and won't be released until August, so I'll take a look in two weeks, and see about getting it then. To amuse ourselves we went to Sephora and checked out their make up. I wasn't impressed by their stuff. Then we had dinner and walked around and came home. In the end, I spent less than anticipated, crossed off only one item from my list but for a very good deal, and overall was very satisfied with the day. Fun, great deals, serendipitous finds, and great company. Good day. :)

Hair: Chop or Grow?

I'm thinking of chopping off all of my hair. Any votes? Longish, or shortish? Vote now, the polls close next Friday.

Productive & No Depression

So I wore my contacts today. It was wonderful. I feel so much better wearing them that I know I look more confident and behave more confidently and people respond to this. I caught four guys checking me out today. Nothing crude. They just looked, and in two cases turned their heads to keep looking. And I smiled at them and they smiled in return. Not predatory smiles, shy ones, nice ones. Asking nothing of me. I was quite happy with that.

I found out why I wasn't able to submit jobs, and now that that's fixed I was able to submit a few runs. I found out why I wasn't seeing any thermal pulses, and am now seeing some. Nice. Productive. We had the HEDP lunch BBQ today. Food was only okay, but the company was good. Scott and JC were at the table where I sat. I knew a few other people, but not enough to sit with them. We had good conversation and talked the nerd talk. :) Gotta love brainiacs.

I seem to have volunteered for another project also. It's pretty interesting so I'm not complaining, and it should result in a publication. So essentially I have three projects going at once. I may be a bit too ambitious, but why not try?

I have been in good spirits all day. Yay! I got a package from home. I didn't sob in public this time, so that's progress. Mama sent a funny movie called "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum". It's one of my favorites. She sent a furry little cuddly rabbit doll. It's so soft! She sent hot cocoa, which is really wonderful, but it's a bit too hot for that here. Ah well. She also sent an adorable night shirt, which I am wearing, it says LOVE. Pretty. She also sent a rather sexy shirt. It's rather low cut so I may need some of that toupee tape the movie stars use. Haha. Okay, it's not quite that revealing. But almost. She also sent a nice card that was really sweet and my credit card from Express. Time for shopping! Not really. Although there is an incredibly massive shoe sale at Lohman's. Hmmm.... :)

Heat Stroke, Migraine, Coding Happiness, and Package From Home

So my day was rather productive. I was frustrated at first by having to be home while the maintenance guy came in and changed some of the light fixtures in the apartment. I tried to be useful and working while I waited, and the guy was very nice. But, really, why is it that maintenance guys and utility guys feel compelled to call me "Sweetie"? And it's only in California that this happens. *Bewildered headshake* Anyway. I was able to load a gnu fortran compiler on Windows while I waited and tried to run some simulations and it's working nicely! In fact, it looks at this very moment like I might now have what I was looking for. Yay! Okay. Back to my day. I needed to go to the post office annex building to pick up my package from home. I knew it was miserable out (over 100 degrees) so I crushed about three trays of ice and put it in a one liter coke bottle and made some raspberry tea to take with me. I drank it all in an hour and was still overheated when I got home. I started feeling really bad as I waited for the guy to get my package, and it didn't get any better. I ended up getting a migraine because of it. So I took an Imitrex (and for the God-knows-how-manyeth time: bless the people who invented Imitrex and may their descendents know them for the miracle workers they are) and laid down with a cool drink and waited. Finally it let up, and I am again on my feet. Yay! I opened the package from home. First thing I saw were funny stickers with phrases I use all the time being quoted by silly monkeys. Does that make me a silly monkey. I can deal with that. Then I saw the card from Mama. I knew she would include a card or a letter or something. But when I saw it I was elated and the first thing I thought of was the letters Mama would write pretending to be Brandy Wyne. And then I remembered why that wasn't possible anymore and I remembered getting them while working here last year. And so I started sobbing. Loudly. On the streets of Livermore. I think I need more medication. Or a sanitarium. So I called Mama. Of course it thrilled her no end to know her card had me in such a state because of good memories. So I went home, hoping not to throw up before I got there, and hoping my brains would stay in my head as the migraine tried to pop my brain like a pimple. (Yes, I know, very gross, but that's how I felt.) After a bit I was feeling better. And Trevor called from the Heart concert and I got to hear my favorite of their songs "Alone". Nice. Thanks Trevor!

Phone Pics

I finally figured out how to get my pictures off of my camera phone. I had a bunch of pictures on there from a long time ago. It's funny now to look at the photos of classmates as they were 2 years ago and see how they've changed.

My Brandy Wyne




I have one of Brandy from when we first moved into the house in South Bend, she was 11 then. She looks great, but the photo quality wasn't great. I only figured out later how to get better quality photos. She sure is pretty. She never did like the camera, that little clicking noise was just not cool. :)





Halloween Gypsy Ghost '04







I also have some from that first Halloween. Mama really liked that costume, and now I can email her the pics.







First Snow Office View






And here is the view of the first snow in Notre Dame from our First Year Grad Student Office. It was very pretty and exciting to finally have an Autumn that lasted longer than a week. :)






First Snow Hall View







And here is another view of the first snowfall at Notre Dame from the window in the hall outside our Frist Year Office.

Tremors

So I just finished watching the whole Tremors sequence of movies. The first one is the best. The second is totally campy and rather boring. The third is okay, drags at times, but is better than the second. The fourth has it's moments and is really kind of cute and doesn't drag the way the middle two do. All in all, it's a good set of movies, but after you've seen them all once, I think the only ones worth seeing again are the first (repeat many many times, it's just SO awesome), the fourth (cute), and occasionally, if the mood strikes, the third. The second is really pretty bad, but it isn't completely without merit. It's one of those movies that has some good parts, but if you fall asleep in the middle, and wake up for the final scene, you won't feel like you missed anything.

BBQ, Bible Study, and Body Work

I had a pretty productive day today. I went into work and found I had a problem with my star, modified it and tried it again. I think it's going to work, but I may need to modify it more. So at least I figured it out. And I have a good idea why I want to do my derivation implicitly instead of explicitly and I'm almost done. Yay!

I was a little late to tonight's bbq, but they had a little left and offered to cook more, which of course I didn't make them do. They are really cool guys. We watched an episode of The Unit. It was a pretty good show. I couldn't shut up about the Army stuff, being as knowledgeable as I am about the Army culture, but they didn't seem to mind too much. I came back from the bbq and bible study was still going on, and I had to join in. I stirred things up quite a bit. Thankfully my roommates are in agreement with me, so I didn't feel like I was out of line joining in. There was one guy, Ian, who was all into the male power and we ended up debating whether or not God decreed that women were below men and when God said that and whether it applied to today, and whether God is changing or not, and whether or not people who record the messages of God are able to do so without altering in through their own perception. Very long involved discussion. But we ended agreeing to continue the talk next week. And the same guy, Ian, said that we should invite JC because he could correct or "fill in" the dates and philosophy I didn't know! I mean, really! Wow. So we've come up with some good arguments and are going to discuss it further. Lauren tried not to smirk when I would come back at him with a logical response to the crazy things he said that he thought would shut me up. Haha! And it was awesome when Annie asked him something for which he had no response. She asked him about when we all get to heaven do we have gender? Apparently somewhere it says that we have no gender and there is therefore no gender hierarchy. He just sat there. Haha! Anyway, I was pretty happy with it because we didn't argue, we discussed and debated. But it wasn't personal. I liked that. And I wasn't the only one with my opinion. :) And Lauren called her Dad about the women not being called to serve God and lead others in faith, and he (a former Catholic, now non-denominational guy whom his daughters adore as being a loving caring respectful and respected father) thought that was the most ridiculous thing and is going to find some documentation for us to present at the next bible study meeting. I seriously like this guy.

Then I went to the gym with Annie. I just set up the machine for a cardio workout, and I reached my target in a reasonable time, but it felt too easy, I wanted to go higher and do more. I was singing along with my mp3 player no problem. I think that's how it's supposed to be, but I didn't feel pushed at all. I was able to do it at a fast walk, not a run, so it seemed pretty standard stuff to me. But I started sweating like a pig. It was really hot in there. And now I feel really good. After my 20 min on the walking/running machine, I did some weights, and did some ab work. I feel good. I could get used to this.

An Okay Day. Need more ice cream.

I successfully prayed today. For some reason, when you really need to pray is when it's the hardest thing to do. I did, and I do feel better. I dreamt that Mama got me another border collie pup, and she spent a lot of time trying to find one that had similar markings to Brandy. Kelsey was thrilled to be a doggie-mama. The pup played hide and seek with me. She would hide, and then when I called to her she would come out tail wagging to find me. Good dream. I did laundry today, and cleaned up the living room. Lauren cleaned up the kitchen and bathroom. We now have a nice clean apartment. I then went into work, and got some stuff done, but not enough to satisfy me. I will just do more tomorrow. I did make progress on my derivation. I think I'm almost done. On the way home, I had to wait 50 minutes for the bus. It's supposed to come every 15 minutes, but I guess something went wrong. As I was waiting I started thinking about Brandy and remembering the little dot on her forehead that I used to rub. She loved that. I wanted to reach out to her and rub it, but of course she's not here anymore. And then I started remembering her final minutes. So before I could start sobbing loudly I called Mama to distract myself. I know Brandy wouldn't want me to grieve so, but she was such a blessing and a daily comfort. It's hard to let go of someone who was in your thoughts and actions everyday for so long. But her spirit is with me. I love you, my Girl.

Rock Bottom

Lauren and I went on the Party Bus on Friday. Basically, a bunch of Livermore interns drinking on a bus while going to a pub crawl in the city. It was awesome. The low part of the evening for me was when the fat chick stomped on my foot while doing some weird fat-chick-stomping dance type thing. She was wearing stilettoes, so you know it hurt like hell. She came down on my foot just above the heel portion and next to the Achilles tendon. The bruise is only now beginning to show, and it still hurts a lot. When she did it, I shoved her away hard and she just kept on doing the fat-chick-stomping dance. Fat uncoordinated drunk bitch. Anyway. We had met up with Monica and she road back with us on the bus. While on the bus, some guy was making comments about beating up Hunter. He's in the photo standing behind Lauren. He moved forward to do it, and I stood up out of my seat to stand in his way. Lauren was sitting next to Hunter and there was no way I was going to let some guy start a fight and let Lauren get caught in the middle. So I told him to sit down, and he blabbered on, and I said that I wasn't going to let him go up there to fight while my friend was sitting next to him to get caught in the middle. The guy sat down and just looked at me like I had three heads. Someone said that I was just making things worse, and I said, "Why? I can take him any day of the week. He is not going to go up and endanger my friend." I told the guy, "Look, I don't care about Hunter, he can take care of himself, but my friend is not going to get caught in the middle. As long as she's with him, leave him alone." He said he was going to take Hunter in the parking lot. So when we got there the guyrushed forward to get off close to Hunter. He started mouthing off, and Lauren hung on Hunter. I rushed over, and the guy was about to throw, so I grabbed Lauren and pulled her away and we and Monica went over to Andrew's car. He then drove us home. Hunter took care of himself. He pinned the guy on the ground, and the guy's friend lifted him off. Hunter then turned around to face him and the guy just said he didn't want to fight him. So the guy ended up beaten pretty badly from falling to the ground and having his head rubbing the concrete, and Hunter just had a torn shirt. And I took care of my friend. I was happy. Here are some other photos of our fun night.

Lauren & Hunter












Me, Hunter, Lauren, & Curly








Me, Lauren, & Curly









Constantine & me








Monica








Monica & me









On Saturday and Sunday we went shopping in San Francisco. I bought a pair of the most fabulous shoes I have ever seen. I look ten pounds lighter in them. I had to have them. They were $90! And I bought new bras. I have gained weight and went up a size in bras, but stayed the same size in pants. How awesome is that?! So I am now a full, not barely but FULL, 34C. I am busty! OH, HAPPY DAY!

On Sunday, Lauren and I also had our hair colored. I went back to my natural color only warmer, and Lauren went to a darker chocolate brown. We both look fantastic. I will take pictures, and then repost this blog with them. :)

I realized lately that I have not been coping well with all the crap of this year. First the crap with certain people, and them making an issue of it even in the classroom. Then the assault in October. Then the classes being so boring the whole way through all year. Then Brandy dying. Then Ben leaving. Then Amanda leaving. Then the final split with my classmates and so-called friends. The incident in October brought up the whole abuse from my father thing, so I was reliving that. It all just made me feel like what the hell was life about, and why was it so shitty? I mean, why do so many truly horrible things happen to me that seem like such rare occurrences to other people? The counseling has helped, and I really have been missing it while being here. But anyway. I realized I was slipping back into the self-destructive mode and is was just getting worse. After all the bad things and Brandy being taken from me, I just wondered why bother with all this shit. I am made to suffer more than most people ever do, and then I have one of the few good things in my life taken away. It was just too much. During my hair appointment I called Mama. We talked about it and she was relieved to hear I had come to my senses. She had been really worried. We talked yesterday and again today, and I finally told her about what happened in October. She was upset I hadn't told her sooner. But I explained that her reaction wouldn't have helped me, so I didn't tell her. She would have demanded charges being brought against him, and I couldn't deal with that. Especially since I had tried to make myself believe it wasn't what is was, until I couldn't deny it anymore and started going to counseling. I'm glad I finally told her. Basically, I lost my faith with Brandy being taken from me. It was the last straw. So now I pray more, and I try to remember to be grateful for the gifts I have. And then I pray some more. They say when you can't handle anymore, all you can do is pray. I've tried for so long to make things work out, and it's not all up to me. There is God to consider as well as other people. So I'm praying. My friends were worried about me, and I thank them for that. It was all up to me, though, because I was too angry and too desperately miserable. Anyway, I am doing better now. I'm not okay yet, but I will be.

Oh, I find that I really like Ultimate Frisbee. It was so much fun! I can't really catch, but I can throw pretty well, and I'm pretty good about unnerving people on defense. Hehe. Shelley can be aggressive. Oh, and people think I'm pretty outspoken. Odd, huh? I want to stay that way.

Last Day of Vacay

Day 5 (Tues 4 July):
We woke up and went straight out to Newport Beach and sat out. It was heaven! We laid there reading and sunning ourselves. Heaven. Then came the long car ride home. I got hit on by a trucker. He was nice about it though. We stopped at Livermore and showered before hitting the road again to go to Berkeley. We were supposed to meet up with some of the other interns to watch the fireworks over San Francisco, Berkeley, and Oakland. We ended up mountain climbing. It took forever to find them, and really the only one we found we Hunter, and of course he and Lauren went off to make out under the fireworks. :) Good for her. Annie had worn heels. and the rest of us had worn flip flops. We ended up having to climb back up the hill we were sitting on after having slipped halfway down during the show. Annie took off her heels and did a good job of getting up there, and Monica made it after a few slips. Ying had to help me up, and I did take my flip flops off. I had so many splinters in my feet, it was awful. Poor Ying gave Annie his shoes to walk the trail in, and he hurt his feet on the rocks. We eventually made it back to the car and went to Ying's apartment. His roommate found a pair of tweezers for me to use to try to get out as many of the thorns and splinters as I could. Some were blond and hard to find and get out. But I got all of them out but one. Good enough. We went home and I conked out.

Vacay, Installment 2

Day 4 (Monday July 3):
So during the night Doug and Monica made out. They were both on the bed with Annie and me. I awoke around 5am, and Annie had moved to the floor with Ying, and so I was alone in the bed with Doug and Monica. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I came back, I noticed there was movement under the covers. So I go back into bed and willed myself to be asleep. The make-out session continued, and I considered my options. I really didn't want to make a big deal about it, on the other hand, I was praying they wouldn't go any farther. The next time I awoke, Zach was gone, and so was Monica, and Annie and Ying were ready to go out looking for the Hollywood sign. Lauren and I were not ready to move. We were both so tired from the hectic schedule that we both cried off from the morning's excursion. Lauren got into the bed, and she, Doug, and I slept a bit longer. Then we got up and went for a truly refreshing dip in the pool and then sat out sunning ourselves. It was SO nice and refreshing and relaxing. True vacation time. Then we got everybody else up and checked out. We all went to lunch at Mel's, which is famous for some reason. I think it has to do with the movie American Graffiti. I didn't care enough to check it out. Doug's super HOT model friend Ryan came to hang out with us for lunch. He said he'd eaten already, but Annie and Ying think he never eats. He may only eat totally healthy stuff that has like, no calories. And since he works out, his metabolism is pretty high. He has the body to prove it. The man is H-O-T, HOT! Lauren and I considered going to the water park with Doug, Brian, Donna, and Ryan, but decided we wanted to go shopping, and since that was on Annie's list of to-do's we went with them. Things had been a bit tense about keeping up the itinerary, so we were thinking it might be more fun to go with the others. It ended up being impossible to meet up with them. So along the way Annie says we probably won't have time to go to the shopping area, because she had more things she wanted to see. Lauren asked about directions to the shopping place, and a fight ensued. *sigh* Lauren and I had talked about how maybe we could still get in an hour or so of shopping if we finished up with the Groman's souvenir shopping and went straight there, and then went to the Universal Studios where Annie wanted to go. Annie took that as us ditching her plans to do what we wanted to do without consideration to her desires as well. We aren't sure of where to find the exact block to get to the fashion district, so we went straight to Universal. Lauren and Annie tried to work things out while Ying and I went looking around. There were so many shops in there. It was nothing like I had expected. We went to a silver jewellers shop, and I got something for Mama and Ying got something for Annie. When Annie and Lauren rejoined us, nothing was resolved. So we split into two groups. Lauren and I went shopping and found some awesome things, while Annie and Ying went down to the Studio portion. Things got smoothed out somehow. I think Annie talked to Ying, and he helped her see that maybe we weren't trying to be selfish and upset her plans. So that was good. We then headed over to Zach's place. We picked up some Mexican food, and rented a movie. We got Half Baked with Harland Williams. They wanted to see the movie because at SkyBar, they had seen him and had their picture taken with him. I was not impressed. I really REALLY don't care about celebrities. They are normal messed up people like everyone else and are no more and no less deserving of respect and attention than the next person. Anyway. The movie was really stupid, and I really wasn't awake for the last bit. I tried to stay awake, but it was just too hard. Lauren passed out almost immediately, and Annie fell asleep on Ying. Oh, and guess you called me throughout the day. Yep, sex crazed Simon. I slept through the night without dreams of any sort.

Vacation was MAD FUN

So vacation was awesome! Let me break it down by day:

Day 1 (June 30):
We left Livermore a bit later than desired, but not too late. I had to work late and we had to stop by Walmart for last minute items. Damn those Walmart people and their lack of communication with each other. I couldn't get my contacts, so I had to go on vacation with only my glasses. Sucky. Anyway. Monica (Annie's officemate) was waiting for us at the apartment when we got there, and Ying (Annie's boyfriend) arrived a little bit after that, so we were on our way. Traffic was okay, but goodness Hwy 5 STINKS! There were 5 spots on that long ass highway that stunk so bad I actually gagged. I had to hold my nose to keep from puking. I was not a happy Shelley at that point. A couple of places just smelled like sulfur, which, while unpleasant wasn't the worst. The worst spot was the 20 miles of smelling the cattle slaughterhouse. That was where I almost lost it. I really think that I can't eat beef anymore. That was just too awful. *stomach flop* We got stuck in traffic on the 5, I forget where we were exactly, but they closed down 5 of the 6 lanes of traffic. Now how stupid is that? It took one hour to go two miles. We then spent another hour to go another mile. We had 5 more miles to go until it went down finally to one lane, so we got off that and checked the map for an alternate route. We finally found a path that would get us around and back on track. It took us 15 minutes to get around it, and then we just sped along to the end. After all that, we finally got to Zach's place in Irvine where we were spending the night. He's Annie's friend from undergrad, and an all-around awesome guy. We did have trouble in the parking lot. We got lost. HAHA! We made it all the way from Livermore, through pockets of odiferous Hells, through horrific traffic, passing through uncharted ghettos around a traffic jam, only to get lost in a one acre apartment complex. Zach had to come find us, three times! We finally settled in at 3 am.

Day 2 (July 1):
Annie's Birthday!
I awoke, not so refreshed from yet another night of nightmares, and found everyone waking slowly. We shuffled out and wandered over to Newport Beach. We had breakfast, and walked along the boardwalk. While Zach and Ying figured out how to get back onto the highway, Annie, Lauren and I shopped. I remembered just that morning that I had forgotten my bathing suit, and Annie came out of the store to tell me they had bathing suits on sale. So in I go to take a gander. I scanned the walls of suits, and saw it. It was the prettiest bikini I had ever seen. I went over to it, and it was gorgeous! And expensive. But I had to, HAD TO, try it on. It fit perfectly, like it was made just for me. The pattern has Star Gazer Lilies on it, which is my absolute favorite flower. I had to have it. So I grabbed the bottom, the top, and the cover-up, and marched my butt over to the register to pay. I spent around $130 on the ensemble, and it's the best deal for swimming attire that I've ever had. I LOVE IT! The whole transaction, from sight to credit card receipt signing took maybe 15 minutes. That must be a record. Then we went to Venice Beach. We saw this wrinkled 70 year old working out at Muscle Beach. It wasn't until later in the day the some younger hot guys showed up to work out. We also saw a guy in a very short speedo. In fact, he looked naked until you looked at him from the front. Shocking. We changed into our bikini's and laid out on the beach. Monica's and my shoulders were burned. We had sun from sitting in the car driving down on Friday, and then out on the beach. Our light skin objected in the only way it knows how. Ouch. At least it wasn't too bad. And now my legs don't glow in the day, just in the dark. Woo hoo! My arms are a shade lighter than light brown sugar, but my legs are ecru. Ah, well. Then we went gallivanting around LA. We saw the Beverly Hills Hotel. All I could think of was the scene in Beverly Hills Cop where Axel Foley pulled a typical con. "Don't you think I realize what's going on here, miss? Who do you think I am, huh? Don't you think I know that if I was some hotshot from out of town that pulled inside here and you guys made a reservation mistake, I'd be the first one to get a room and I'd be upstairs relaxing right now. But I'm not some hotshot from out of town, I'm a small reporter from "Rolling Stone" magazine that's in town to do an exclusive interview with Michael Jackson that's gonna be picked up by every major magazine in the country. I was gonna call the article "Michael Jackson Is Sitting On Top of the World," but now I think I might as well just call it "Michael Jackson Can Sit On Top of the World Just As Long As He Doesn't Sit in the Beverly Palm Hotel 'Cause There Ain't No Niggers Allowed in There!" Eddie Murphy is the funniest guy ever! Okay, sue me. It wasn't the same hotel. Close enough. Anyway, I digress. We then went in search of the Playboy Mansion. I'm sure all you who know me well realize instantly that this could not possibly have been my idea, and you're right. It was Annie's birthday, so my mouth remained closed. Happy Birthday, Annie. We found a number of houses which we thought it could have been, and so Annie stood up through the sun roof and took pictures as we slowly drove by. We regrouped after a potty break at a dog walking park around the corner, and figured out which one it had to be, and drove by again. It was the one with the barbed wire along the top of the fence. HAHA. I guess they need it to keep out all the perverts looking for naked pubescent boys with implants. Then we went in search of the hotel. We found it and checked in. Ah, shower. It's so nice to be clean. We then dressed up. We had some dinner and came back with wine. Doug, Brian, and Donna arrived and settled in and got ready to go out with us. We took a cab to the club, and waited in line forever. We finally got in and danced all night. Lauren went off dancing with this guy that was okay looking (he later called her). Annie got plastered and kept asking everyone if they were famous. HAHA. So funny. We did meet some members of a band that's popular locally, and a model friend of theirs. When Annie asked her if she was famous she said the well, she was a model. Annie replied, "Why? Because you're beautiful?" Monica and I were hit on by a group of guys, and they were going to buy us drinks, but they took too long and were way too drunk, so we moved over to talk to Annie and Ying. A few minutes later, the bouncer came and looked at them with his flash light. He then grabbed one of the guys who had been hitting on us and slammed his neck down onto the bar. The guy just put up his hands and didn't resist. The bouncer radioed for back up, and they threw the guy out. He had been peeing at the bar!!! Thank God none of us hadn't been anywhere near them at that point. YUCK! We then rounded up everyone and went in search of drunk food. We went to a pizza place and had some amazing pepperoni pizza. There was a drunk Hispanic guy passed out at a table with his carryout order on the table in front of him. The cashier tried to rouse him, but couldn't, so she called the paramedics. They arrived, sirens and lights going, and woke him up. They almost took him away anyway, but he managed to convince them he could get home okay. Annie even got a picture of him. We returned to the hotel room, where zonking out took place. I awoke in the middle of the night, and found a bit of rearranging had been done, and a little snuggling had taken place along with a little kissing. Not by me, of course. *sad sigh* HAHA.

Day 3 (July 2):
Woke up after a night of restless sleep and nightmares. Thankfully the wake-up-screaming variety. Breakfast was had at a nice little diner. We were able to see the Hollywood sign through the trees from there. Then we found a cafe/restaurant that Annie wanted to see where lots of celebrities go to. I don't remember the name. There were lots of ritzy shops so we did some shopping. I got a little something for Mama, which I will mail her tomorrow. Until she gets it, I'm not posting any pictures! ;) Then we split off into groups. Doug, Brian, and Donna, did stuff on their own. Annie, Lauren, Monica, Ying, Zach, and I went off on our own. First we went to check into the other hotel. We checked in and the guy was paranoid about us sneaking people into the room. Of course we were going to but he made it clear he would watch us. So Annie and I go to the room after checking in. There was no thermostat to control the temperature; it had central air controlled by the main office. And the air was off, despite the 98 degrees outside. Annoying, but not a deal breaker. Then I go to the bathroom. The shower was like a prison shower stall, and there was black mold all over the ceiling and on the tops of the walls. That was it. There's no way I could stay in that room even a single night. We talked to the manager who said all the rooms were like that, so we checked out. He also said that he couldn't give me a refund, because Orbitz had processed the reservation and the payment. I'll be calling them and putting up a huge fuss. Then we went back to the Grafton and got another room. The Grafton is a fantastic hotel, and the staff was really friendly and helpful. If I go back to LA, I will stay there again. So off to Groman's theatre we went and walked along the walk of fame. It was really hot, and I got a huge blister on my heel. Shelley was a very cranky tourist. We then went shopping to get some dresses to go a fancy club. I found a gorgeous dress and some sexy shoes. Then we met up with the rest of the group. We went to the SkyBar. I got hit on by several Israeli guys. I knew it was time to find my friends when Simon the Israeli said that we should go back to his place, and that he could make me very happy seven times. Hmm. A promise of multiple orgasms. As nice as that was, I decided it was best to pass. He called me the next day, calling me Sexy and Sweetie. He tried to entice me to meet up with him telling me he had a surprise for me. Hmm... I wonder what he could have waiting for me... And then he gave me the clue that is was 22.... centimeters. When he said 22, I was thinking, "He must not be talking about his penis after all." Then he finished with centimeters and I had to struggle not to laugh at his audacity. I hung up and told everyone what he said, and I just could not stop laughing. I mean really! Giving your penis stats to get a girl to have sex with you is bad enough, but the least he could have done is convert it to inches. HAHA! After doing the exact conversion, I am a bit disappointed at my missed "opportunity". NOT! HAHA! Anyway. Now I know to stay away from Israeli men, and that they aren't really very different than Arab men when it comes to their treatment of women. I must admit a certain satisfaction for my ego at being wanted so much and him seeming to be genuinely awed by my beauty and sex appeal (ha hah! I am attractive!), but there's really nothing worse than being treated like a piece of meat that can be bought or sold on a whim. Anyway. Doug's friend Ryan, a male model who is probably the sexiest man I've ever seen in the flesh, showed up at the party and hung out with us the rest of the night, including at the hotel for a while. We ordered pizza's, and somehow instead of sending the call to the number for the pizza place, I called Brian's phone. He totally pranked me. We went through the entire order, and he asked if I needed red pepper. No. Grated cheese? No. Garlic bread? No. Prophylactics. What? Condoms, do you need any condoms? I look over at the others, totally at a loss as to how to respond the this guy, and I see Donna, Brian, Doug, and Zach, rolling around on the floor and on each other, laughing as if it was killing them. I had been concentrating on the order so hard that I hadn't heard them. HAHA! HAHA! It was soooooooo funny! He totally got me! It was a good night.

Okay. The last two days will have to be on the next blog, because I've worn myself out writing this one. Ta-ta, ya'll!