Hello!
It has obviously been a very long time since I posted, and lots of things have happened—none of which I really remember enough about to update on.
However! I did want to share that I have started a new blogging project called Laughs Most, Learns Best.
I decided I had too much useless knowledge and not enough useless skills, so every week, someone I know is going to teach me something I don't. I've already done fancy napkin folding and backward crossovers. What's next? No one knows.
Anyway, I will still update this blog with random personal happenings, if there are any. Can't promise anything. We've already seen how horrible I am at updating one blog, so two is going to be even worse.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday, April 8, 2012
I Choo Choo Choose You
Okay, I have no idea where the title of that post came from, since it's Easter and not Valentine's Day, and I am not Ralph Wiggum, but that's neither here nor there.
I'm alive! And I'm living in my new apartment. There are no pictures yet because it's still under construction. (Sidenote: I was definitely spoiled by buying cheap Ikea furniture in my college days, because the more expensive stuff is ridiculously hard to put together. I now know what all those stand-up comedians are talking about when they bemoan the almighty Malm.)
I've turned on my heater and baked things in my oven and cooked things on my stove, and everything appears to have held together.
More to come!
ETA: I do live close to train tracks. Maybe it's subliminal.
I'm alive! And I'm living in my new apartment. There are no pictures yet because it's still under construction. (Sidenote: I was definitely spoiled by buying cheap Ikea furniture in my college days, because the more expensive stuff is ridiculously hard to put together. I now know what all those stand-up comedians are talking about when they bemoan the almighty Malm.)
I've turned on my heater and baked things in my oven and cooked things on my stove, and everything appears to have held together.
More to come!
ETA: I do live close to train tracks. Maybe it's subliminal.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Movers and Shakers
Moving day is tomorrow. TOMORROW, YOU GUYS. Tomorrow.
I will be moving in to my newly remodeled apartment with a desk, a bed, a cheapo papasan, and all essential kitchen implements (minus silverware...and food...and possibly some other things that I haven't thought of yet).
It's freaking me out. Also, I haven't set up my internet because I'm lazy and don't want to deal with the setting-up-internet people, so I might be out of commission for a while. Not that it will be super obvious, considering I rarely touch this thing these days.
Anywhoozles, pictures to come! Maybe. If I get internet.
I will be moving in to my newly remodeled apartment with a desk, a bed, a cheapo papasan, and all essential kitchen implements (minus silverware...and food...and possibly some other things that I haven't thought of yet).
It's freaking me out. Also, I haven't set up my internet because I'm lazy and don't want to deal with the setting-up-internet people, so I might be out of commission for a while. Not that it will be super obvious, considering I rarely touch this thing these days.
Anywhoozles, pictures to come! Maybe. If I get internet.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Resolutionary
I'm usually not one to make New Year's resolutions, and this year wasn't any different. However, I have decided that a birthday resolution is in order.
I turned the big 2-4 on Sunday, and with the passing of another year came the realization that I didn't really remember any part of being 23. Many twenty-somethings would attribute this to night after night of heavy drinking, but as I rarely do any drinking (heavy or otherwise), I don't have the same excuse.
So I came to one conclusion: I work too much.
And that conclusion led me to one realization: I should probably work less. Actually, there were two realizations: 1) I should probably work less, and 2) I should do more memorable things.
I'm assuming this will be easier said than done, so I made a list of things:
In other news, apartment hunting is happening. Not successfully, but it's happening. I deferred my birthday presents so I could get housewarming gifts instead. Yes, it meant no actual presents on my birthday (sad), but it will also mean having furniture (happy!).
That's all, folks.
I turned the big 2-4 on Sunday, and with the passing of another year came the realization that I didn't really remember any part of being 23. Many twenty-somethings would attribute this to night after night of heavy drinking, but as I rarely do any drinking (heavy or otherwise), I don't have the same excuse.
So I came to one conclusion: I work too much.
And that conclusion led me to one realization: I should probably work less. Actually, there were two realizations: 1) I should probably work less, and 2) I should do more memorable things.
I'm assuming this will be easier said than done, so I made a list of things:
- Get a work computer. Done. I've been using my personal computer to do all work-related things, which made it really hard to shut off the work part of my brain when I got home. Now, I have my very own tiny work laptop, and I've taken all work things off my personal one.
- Leave the work computer at work. In progress. Today's my first day without work things at my fingertips 24/7, and I feel a little naked. No wait, I feel a lot naked. I'm assuming that feeling will go away, though. Will I be able to keep this up during launch weeks? I can't promise anything, but I sure hope so.
- Do fun stuff. This is the "easier said than done" part, although I did go to the aquarium last weekend (which was AWESOME), and there are plans afoot for pub quiz and hangout times with friends.
In other news, apartment hunting is happening. Not successfully, but it's happening. I deferred my birthday presents so I could get housewarming gifts instead. Yes, it meant no actual presents on my birthday (sad), but it will also mean having furniture (happy!).
That's all, folks.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
99 Problems...And Finding An Apartment Is Certainly One Of Them
Dear Guy from Berkeley Who Stole My Beautiful Almost-Was Apartment,
Why you gotta play me like that? I know that in Berk-town, you practically have to murder someone to get a crappy room in a crappy building where your landlord may or may not be secretly living in your basement, but come on...the South Bay don't play that game (although I might have to start).
Sad face,
Me
Why you gotta play me like that? I know that in Berk-town, you practically have to murder someone to get a crappy room in a crappy building where your landlord may or may not be secretly living in your basement, but come on...the South Bay don't play that game (although I might have to start).
Sad face,
Me
Sunday, November 27, 2011
There Is A House In New Orleans
Did you know that you actually get results when you search "songs with house in the title"? There are whole websites devoted to this subject.
Who but me would need to know these things, Google? WHO BUT ME?
Okay, sorry about that. I knew this post was going to be house themed, and all I could think of was "Brick House," but that didn't seem super appropriate. Brick houses in California? They won't be so mighty mighty when the big one hits, amirite? Rookies.
Anywho...I landed on "House of the Rising Sun." Please enjoy the song as you read the rest of this. Try to avoid staring at their super-high-buttoned tailored suits and matching-but-ever-so-slightly-different bowl haircuts. I think they know we're watching them. Could you have made a creepier music video, The Animals? Come on now.
I'm looking for an apartment because I'm tired of having, well...let's say "a housemate." Technically, nothing in my current household arrangement is equal in any way, and I am just mooching off of this housemate's well-earned cash, as I have been for the last 23.8 (rough estimate) years of my life, but the term still applies.
Now, it won't be the first time I've looked for an apartment, but it will be the first time I will be completely financially responsible for the place that I find. No co-signers for me! I'm a grown-up, after all.
Anyone who's ever looked for an apartment knows that it is a lot easier said than done. You have to troll craigslist, weed out the crazies and the liars, make appointments to view places, hope that you aren't going to be murdered, weed out even more crazies and liars (the ones you missed the first time around), fill out applications, get credit checks and reference checks, and finally sign your lease. I probably missed a few steps. As I said, I'm new to this whole apartment-hunting gig.
However, at least in my current location, there seems to be a time window. I'm trying to get a jump on things by looking for apartments early, but since my ideal move-in date is sometime in January, no one in their right mind is going to hold a place for me unless I'm willing to pay December too. I'm not really sure why I'm bothering, except that it gives me hope that there is indeed some sort of post-collegiate freedom on the horizon.
Still, it's tough. Especially because, at school, if you didn't start looking in June for that apartment you were moving into in August, you were totally screwed. I guess I'll just have to hold my horses.
How anti-climactic, right? You totally thought this post was going to be all YEAH I FOUND AN APARTMENT, but instead it was all meh, I guess I have to wait a bit longer before looking. Sorry about that. Not as triumphant a return from hiatus as I had hoped, but you have to take what you can get.
Who but me would need to know these things, Google? WHO BUT ME?
Okay, sorry about that. I knew this post was going to be house themed, and all I could think of was "Brick House," but that didn't seem super appropriate. Brick houses in California? They won't be so mighty mighty when the big one hits, amirite? Rookies.
Anywho...I landed on "House of the Rising Sun." Please enjoy the song as you read the rest of this. Try to avoid staring at their super-high-buttoned tailored suits and matching-but-ever-so-slightly-different bowl haircuts. I think they know we're watching them. Could you have made a creepier music video, The Animals? Come on now.
I'm looking for an apartment because I'm tired of having, well...let's say "a housemate." Technically, nothing in my current household arrangement is equal in any way, and I am just mooching off of this housemate's well-earned cash, as I have been for the last 23.8 (rough estimate) years of my life, but the term still applies.
Now, it won't be the first time I've looked for an apartment, but it will be the first time I will be completely financially responsible for the place that I find. No co-signers for me! I'm a grown-up, after all.
Anyone who's ever looked for an apartment knows that it is a lot easier said than done. You have to troll craigslist, weed out the crazies and the liars, make appointments to view places, hope that you aren't going to be murdered, weed out even more crazies and liars (the ones you missed the first time around), fill out applications, get credit checks and reference checks, and finally sign your lease. I probably missed a few steps. As I said, I'm new to this whole apartment-hunting gig.
However, at least in my current location, there seems to be a time window. I'm trying to get a jump on things by looking for apartments early, but since my ideal move-in date is sometime in January, no one in their right mind is going to hold a place for me unless I'm willing to pay December too. I'm not really sure why I'm bothering, except that it gives me hope that there is indeed some sort of post-collegiate freedom on the horizon.
Still, it's tough. Especially because, at school, if you didn't start looking in June for that apartment you were moving into in August, you were totally screwed. I guess I'll just have to hold my horses.
How anti-climactic, right? You totally thought this post was going to be all YEAH I FOUND AN APARTMENT, but instead it was all meh, I guess I have to wait a bit longer before looking. Sorry about that. Not as triumphant a return from hiatus as I had hoped, but you have to take what you can get.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
A Swedish Mystery
I was hanging out at Ikea today (you know how I do) and somehow mysteriously found myself in the grocery section, where I witnessed quite the sight:
There was a Swedish person there! He was an older gentleman, looking for what I think was lingonberry jam (though my Swedish is a bit rusty), and he asked the cashier where it was. I looked at the cashier, assuming that she'd look back at me with a puzzled expression and shrug her shoulders as if to say, "I have no idea what you are talking about, crazy Swedish man." But she didn't! She responded in kind. IN SWEDISH. And there I was: in an Ikea in California, listening to two people have a conversation in Swedish, and my mind was blown. I felt like I was trapped in some sort of Ikea Inception.
So my question is this: Do you suppose it is just coincidence that there is actually a person who speaks Swedish working at Ikea? Did she just stumble upon the position and say, "Hey! I speak Swedish. Ikea sounds like the perfect place to work!" Or is there some sort of Ikea trafficking going on, where Ikea HQ sends over at least one Swedish person to every single store in the world, just in case someone starts screaming, "Brunkrissla? Is that even a real word?!" And then she can swoop in and be all like, "Yes sir, it is. BAM. You've just been Sweded."
There was a Swedish person there! He was an older gentleman, looking for what I think was lingonberry jam (though my Swedish is a bit rusty), and he asked the cashier where it was. I looked at the cashier, assuming that she'd look back at me with a puzzled expression and shrug her shoulders as if to say, "I have no idea what you are talking about, crazy Swedish man." But she didn't! She responded in kind. IN SWEDISH. And there I was: in an Ikea in California, listening to two people have a conversation in Swedish, and my mind was blown. I felt like I was trapped in some sort of Ikea Inception.
So my question is this: Do you suppose it is just coincidence that there is actually a person who speaks Swedish working at Ikea? Did she just stumble upon the position and say, "Hey! I speak Swedish. Ikea sounds like the perfect place to work!" Or is there some sort of Ikea trafficking going on, where Ikea HQ sends over at least one Swedish person to every single store in the world, just in case someone starts screaming, "Brunkrissla? Is that even a real word?!" And then she can swoop in and be all like, "Yes sir, it is. BAM. You've just been Sweded."
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