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p.s. MY INTERNSHIP IS DOOOOOPE.

I <3 cerritosallstars.com when i’m designing… its the best ever.

adventures at barnes & noble:

one day i’m gonna write a book. a flat out autobiography… you know why? …because SOMEONE is bound to relate to me. sometimes i randomly scour the shelves of barnes & noble in hopes of having a single book call out my name. i look through self help, i look through cultural and women’s studies, all this work in hopes of finding that magical guide which will tell me what the future holds in store for myself. i’m not talking about those crazy self help guides for pathetic individuals with titles such as I HATE YOU… PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME or Goodbye to Shy. nope, not those.

i want someone to tell me about life after college, how to juggle having kids vs. having the career i always wanted, raising kids in the city, the sexual descrimination i will have to deal with in the workforce (cause you know it will happen), yadda yadda yadda… i don’t expect a fortune teller, i just want to hear stories. real stuff about real women who have dealt with it and have succeeded. i want to know the tricks, i expect bumpy roads.. but just how bumpy do they get?

see if i wrote a book it would contain the following… my semi-loner but highly entertaining childhood; awkward adolescense: why i acted so unecessarily rebellious in high school, then when i finally woke up and realized i was stupid; adventures after legal ages: my life as a designated driver; my religious breakdown at the age of 22, when i denounced then reaffirmed my catholicism all in one weekend (yeah dude, that part deserves its own chapter); then life after college… how i deal with marriage… career… kids… a family… racism… sexism… etc. etc.

one day i’m gonna do it… even if i just publish it online. its bound to help some confused twenty-something out when she reaches this point in her life where she needs to understand how she can control it.

inagaddadavita.

next year i want my birthday cake to read: “feliz cumpleanos gato!” even though no one calls me “cat” anymore, plus things are always funnier in spanish and hey… it works. i also want it to be chocolate hazelnut, somebody take note, ahem, cough, ahem.

my birthday cake this year read: “Hey, its HER birthday.” thats some f*ed up cake huh? yeah everyone thought it was the funniest thing ever, EXCEPT ME. it could’ve at least said “Hey, its YOUR birthday.” but no, it said HER. it didn’t even seem relevant when i was blowing the candles out, cause it was “HER” birthday, whoever “she” is.

STUPID JEFF AND HIS CAKE DECORATING INSTRUCTIONS!

in other happenings…

i am attempting to learn how to drive a manual transmission for the third time in my life. yes, yes, after 7 years of driving experience i am once again going to try and learn how the hell to drive a stick. in the past i’ve given up after two lessons, on sunday i had a mini lesson and it went pretty well. for some reason i finally understand how a manual transmission works. however my biggest concern is that i have trouble reaching the clutch cause my legs are so damn short, i have to hike the seat up and move it as close as possible. it looks ridiculous. i guess BMWs were made for tall ass germans. HUMPPPF.

on a completely different note, a serious tangent…

i have to say that i am very proud of “the man.” i HONESTLY think he is a great photographer, he has a great eye. i’m kind of tired of all the people who think they’re great photographers or think they know what great photography looks like, when in reality, its all a show. CAUSE THE WAY I SEE IT… is that a lot of folks want to appear “artsy” and photography is their only medium of accomplishing this facade. he has an $800 camera because its a TOOL he utilizes in design, he knows how to use it, he knows the best ways of accomplishing the type of shot he is looking for. he is not some idiot who shelled out $1,000 just because he wanted top-of-the-line shit with hella megapixels, when in reality it all goes to waste. why do you need all those megapixels?

i’m tired of the fakes, and there are a lot of fakes out there. its amazing that when i find real-honest-to-goodness talent people rarely comment on the fact its there. its like the people who put up a front like to support each other. ahhhhhhhh. i’m hella real. HELLA.

so real i’m a snob sometimes. its the truth. i’m still the nicest snob you’ll ever meet.

the ultimate bay area tee:

somebody buy it for me so i can wear it to sleep. please. i would like to own it, but not wear it in public.

no one will ever take me seriously ever again.

yesterday i ate chocolate cake for breakfast and i’m not even ashamed. it was hella good chocolate cake and i couldn’t waste it by leaving it in milpitas.

i got pissed when i was reading the “best burritos of san diego” thread on yelp talk, and some idiot had the audacity to recommend that CHIPOTLE has great ass burritos…. IN SAN DIEGO! that fool needs to get checked. don’t people get the idea that chipotle is a big ass joke? especially in the mexican food capital of the united states, san diego. chipotle in san diego is like using a 2 megabyte floppy disk, the shit is obsolete.

i have issues with having hella fun then getting back to reality.

i seem to feel pretty low after my endorphins are going full blast on days on end. damn real life, it sets in quickly doesn’t it? DAMN REAL LIFE. i wish i could youtube myself saying that so you could sense the actual sarcasm.

anyways… school is exactly in three weeks. i better savor my precious time, cause then i will be back to my old stressed out/procrastinating ways. i can’t believe its this point in the summer already. i worked it out though, its been as good as summer of ‘04, that one was pretty classic. 23 is turning out to be better than i imagined.

a random public show of affection since the man is two hours away: i love you jeffrey tanhueco, good nite!

san diego was completely ridiculous…

ridiculously FUN that is. ahh i love vacations. i have a hard time beliving that other people can have as much fun as we do.

in a nutshell we: arrived in sd before midnite on thursday / walked around pacific beach / heard some terrible hip hop at a club (ehh, the bay has that down so who can really compare right? its ok sd, its ok..) / bummed around mission beach for a good five hours / hit up a trendy gay restaurant-lounge that had some DELICIOUS tapas / sang our hearts out to kareoke while running up a $167 tab / walked and walked around balboa park / checked out views from mt. soledad & cliffs in la jolla / ate the best breakfast in our lives.

i love san diego. we always have great hosts who show us nice places and take us where the food is good. i love it.

until next time.

i’m 23. old. getting older.

highs and lows from “rock the bells:”

first, the lows:
- murs did not do “yesterday.” BOO, exclamation point.
- the sound system sucked, kweli was echoing for practically one whole song
- blackstar did NOT do “brown skin lady.” i was soooo disappointed, thats my most favorite blackstar song ever.
- the wu-tang set seemed hella short in comparison to everything, and the mics sucked big balls.
- i was also alone for most of the wu-tang set cause paul & jeffrox left me to rot. jk. they tried to get closer to the front, however i do not enjoy getting trampled on.

HIGHS:
- PHIFE came out during de la’s set. they did a couple of tribe songs. it was wunderful.
- kweli did all my favorites. HE IS MY MOSTEST FAVORITO.
- dave chappell came out during kweli’s set. he didn’t say anything but five words, but the crowd went wild.
- mos def came out while kweli was still on then they transitioned into blackstar.
- method man went into the crowd during the first wu-tang song, the crowd went crazy.
– redman came back during the wu set and he did “rockwilda” with meth.
- the last song was “triumph.”

it was good, not the best, but good…