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Paul, of CANADA, sent me flowers yesterday for Christmas!
No one has EVER sent me flowers before. He apparently tried to get them delivered to me at work, but our Eugene office moved in July and the interweb hasn’t updated itself or overwritten itself enough to make that clear. So… he IMed me at work to get my mailing address and they were waiting for me at my house when I got home.
Crazy crazy awesome stuff.
Anyway, Paul’s awesome. I <3 him. :)
It was Beth’s Birthday yesterday.
And today is a bad day for google videos to temporarily be unable to accept more video… because I had to go to Youtube to upload the clip of her getting a “lapdance”:
Click here for Beth’s lapdance. (this’ll go on google videos instead as soon as they let people upload again.)
Those crazy kids. (yes, she DID give me permission to post it, although she had been drinking a little. I think it’s cute and funny.)
Seriously, though. Happy birthday to Beth.
Even though we didn’t have any candles on the cake Mike made, I think it was a good night, and I’m glad I drove up to see her and say goodbye. She’s going back to Ecuador tomorrow and we won’t see her again until January. :( Beth, I’ll miss you lots! blog lots and lots please! Find another skeleton!
I love Maiki. I love Yuu.
And I love everyone who really tried to give me long distance hugs on my livejournal in my last friends-only entry.
If I wrote about it, you wouldn’t read it. I’m ok now. because I’ve got friends and a reasonable mind. although it’s stupid-painful.
By the way. Today is my brother’s birthday. he’s 15 today.
I’m sick and tired of forgetting important people’s birthdays.
If I ask for your birthday, and you think I should already know it, please don’t get mad at me. I’m trying to fix my evil ways… I’m writing them all down on my calendar.
(P.S. also, please don’t be mad if I don’t ask you. maybe I remembered it. or maybe just I missed it 2 days ago… *cries*)
Brain is still a little bit numb from everything. I woke up and got ready for work… had the normal “I don’t want to go to work” blues, got there and had a pretty normal day. I got to go to a culture museum and see all the local stuff they found here dating back as far as the Jomon period (!!!). Then I worked on (and almost finished) the video script translation I’m writing. I got a little frustrated because I tried and failed to make a specific and very necessary question clear to Watanabe-san… but hopefully what I’ve done will be of some use to whoever uses it later. (I needed to know if my script was going to be used as a voice-over, or for english subtitles) My japanese still sucks.
They threw me a small party at the office during lunch. Just our little ‘bunka-seisho-nen’ crew (I know I romanized that wrong. I’ll fix that later). it was pretty spiffy and cool. Takaki-san ate all the leftover cake and we made jokes about him being a cake-lover (that’s bad somehow?). That was probably the only part of the conversation i understood well… when we resorted to american-style joking and insults. haha.
After I got home, my first and third host families came over for the party… it was so nice to see them. I’ve only met the daughters of my third family so far, but they seem really cool. I feel like I kind of got transplanted into this… well, bloody big family composed of three different households… I don’t know how to um… comprehend it… My first family feels more like ‘parents/sister’ and I love them to death… second one are like grandparents… third is like a set of cousins (because I still haven’t met their mom or dad yet.) I’m extremely grateful for all of it… at some point I’m going to write a zillion poems for them all… especially for the Enomoto house (first family).
In Other News: At work today, I had this very very strong feeling that there was a presence following me around. Its something I haven’t felt since like, high school, and before that. Before today, in retrospect, I’ve found myself wondering if those feelings I’d had back then were imagined, or just a side effect of my insecure adolescence… but I felt it today, so distinctly, and for so long (about an hour and a half), with work and conversation going on at the same time (before, it would usually only come when I was alone) that it was impossible to ignore… and impossible to shake, until finally it went away by itself around the time I got off work.
Strangely nostalgic and kind of … cool, for lack of a better word. Back then I used to dig so hard into the people around me, trying to find out who it could have been… or I’d immediately drop into some meditation to see if i could talk to it. But today, it was just a warm thing. I liked it there, around me, and I didn’t care to know what it was. It was just there. Its like a compromise between the obsessive investigative believer I once was, and the insane psudeo-postmodernist skeptic I became in college… maybe I’ve found a new ballance. not sure.
Anyway, so that was my birthday. thanks to everyone who sent me emails on my phone, and gmail and everything. *hugs*
So, my day at home was pretty fun. I hung out with my brother, and stole one of his shirts, a necklace and his gameboy SP. (muahahahah!) I’m such an evil sister. I got him addicted to Jay Chou too. *wiggles* Like I said yesterday, next will be Dragon Ash.
My dad’s party was a surprise. a big surprise with about 35 people crammed into one of the party rooms at Izzy’s. This morning, I played suave and dragged my dad with me so I could go buy myself some clothes. Tried to make it seem like nothing was going on except for a “small lunch with Bonnie and us kids.” We came home and I put on some music, and we just talked (I was really waiting for the phone call from Bonnie to say that they were ready). Finally, the call came and I said “Oh! They want to just meet us there for lunch. let’s go.”
As we pulled into the parking lot, dad started to squirm. We stepped outside and he muttered “I’m seeing cars. I’m seeing lots of cars.” We enter the room. Lots of laughing, lots of people, beer, wine, cake, pizza, presents, photos, fun.
Oh, and I got carded by one of the waiters too. Ha ha. that was funny.
Later, Bonnie tells me to go get wine from someone named “Chris”. She was already drinking, so I thought “um… ok. I’ll go get more wine,” thinking that was what she really meant. Turns out that Bonnie had already told this “Chris” guy to look for me when I came in with my dad… said I was cute, single, 21… and she apparently thought he was cute, and decided I should hook up with him.
I guess Chris also came back and talked to Bonnie and convinced her to convince me to go talk to him… or something. (Wow, I feel like I’m in high school!)
So Bonnie empties another wine container and hands it to me again and says to go find Chris. So I did. And he says “I don’t usually do this kind of thing but… ” and promptly asks me out. So yeah. I’m apparently going on a date with one of Izzy’s assistant managers on Monday.
Who knows. Maybe he’ll be cool, even though he lives about an hour away. I’m evil for already judging him as lame just because he’s 21 and apparently not going to school. I’m such a bad person. (He was kinda cute I guess.)
In Other News: I want my cell phone. Really really bad. I hate how Amazon.com still says that its expected delivery date is November 21. LIARS!
I’m hoping it will be delivered Monday. Because I sure as hell won’t be driving all the way back to Newberg just for a date. (Besides… I’ve still got my stoopid crush that just won’t go away! to keep me all fuzzy and happy miserable inside.)
Don’t let me forget:
Next weekend is my dad’s 50th birthday. I think I will be going home for this one. Thanks to my stepmom for calling me this morning. :)
It’s rediculous how often I almost miss my parents’ birthdays. All have always fallen really near to each other. Mom’s and stepmom’s are a few days apart in November. Dad’s is in late November, and ex-stepdad was in December. It’s just “parental birthday season”. It’s amazing that I don’t see November coming and automatically think “oh. go buy presents.” I’ve been missing their birthdays pretty consistently for about 21 years now.
In Other News: I’ve decided Warcraft (RoC) is fun. It’s a totally different style of gaming from anything I’ve ever been addicted to before (this is your cue to say, “where the fuck have you been?!”). At this point, I suck at it, but yeah. Gotta start somewhere. I’m doing all the one-player campaigns so I can learn how to work with all the races, etc etc. (plus it’s kinda engaging. Fucking Arthas. I hated him for his cheesy goody-goody pious “character”. but Ha ha. Frostmourne, or whatever the hell his new sword is called, stole his soul and now he’s all evil and working for the undead. badass. Contrary to popular belief, bad writers can sometimes entertain a Starla.)
Anyway… I’m stuck on Chapter 4 in the Undead campaign. It’s the one where you have to hire those stupid troll balloon pilots to transport your troops across rivers to slaughter the elves. But your gold-mine only has about half the gold a normal gold mine has, so you can’t build your army up, or defend your base much. And the elves are fucking strong. Their “hero” is like, level 4 or 5, and mine is apparently not allowed to level up more than what the story line allows in each chapter. grrr. So I’m still a wussie level 3 and I keep getting my ass owned by the elves because my entire upgraded army gets slaughtered the first time I attack, and/or my hero dies and I run out of gold (and expendable buildings for liquidation) before I can build his temple revive him. Fack.
I’m going to try again before I go do laundry this morning. (sure. yeah right. like I’ll make it to the laundromat if I start playing warcraft now)
Soo not going to let those pansy-ass elves own me. I’m undead. I should win.
Happy Coming Out Day!
I just got a phone call from Kahili!! (Best girl-friend from back-in-the-day in Hawaii) whoo hoo!! Best birthday phone call EVER! Not losing her phone number ever ever again. *hugs sony clie*
In Other News: My birthday was pretty nice. Slow and lame until 3pm when my dad came home though. (I had a crappy adventure trying to pick up some drugs at the pharmacy. Stupid insurance companies… YES I’m in school, YES I’m covered, fucking give me my drugs!) Around 2:30, I got a phone call from Washington-Boy saying that he wasn’t coming, which sucked so hard, I couldn’t help but harbor the hope that he was going to jump out and surprise me and say “ha ha, I lied”. But he never came.
After opening presents with my family, I went out to dinner with extended family, and received gifts, hugs and a bottle of wine (from my aunt). My first legal drink was this yummy vodka in strawberry lemonade, and all the servers were very cute, and treated us all special and stuff. :)
Gift highlights:
So, I had fun. Washington-Boy owes me lunch, since he didn’t show up, and I might even get to go get drunk with Eriko in Portland on Friday. weee!
Comment Topic: So, what did YOU do on my birthday??! (Mega bonus points if you took a shot of strawberry Stoli.)
I’m 21! I’m 21! I’m 21!
Legally, that is. I’ve still got a few more hours if you are counting hours and such. But hey… the government doesn’t care about that, so why should I?
