it's official. i am lame. i got invited to four halloween parties (including the school's event) for the last five days...and i didn't go to a single one. i didn't really have a great reason except that i was tired and didn't feel too halloweeny. the only h-weeny thing i did was to pass out candy tonight to the little kiddies that came by the house. and yes, i greeted them as a "slutty party pooper" as katie so eloquently put it.
i learned from a class today that 85% of people who own cameras use them tonight. i also learned from another class that people fart 13 times a day. go beano.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Fooled by My Own Technology
i got one of those nifty self-setting alarm clocks earlier this year. after spending a whopping 20 bucks at target on this sucker, i brought it home, plugged it in, and ooooh-ed and ahhhhed over it auto setting itself to the correct satellite-approved time. but that novelty wore off in about oh...10 seconds...and it just became another bedside alarm clock for me.
then this morning happened. daylight un-savings day. i woke up and saw that it was 7:30 am and geniusly thought, "hey, it's only actually 6:30 am cause i'm smart and know it's fall back day. let's sleep in another hour." zzzzzz. then, i get my butt out of bed at 8:30 am to get ready to see big g for the first time in a long time...and bam! i see my microwave clock blinking 9:30 am!!!! oopsie. stupid auto-setting clock alarm gadget!
sigh. needless to say, i didn't make it to 8 am mass today. big g, i tried, man. i just got fooled.
then this morning happened. daylight un-savings day. i woke up and saw that it was 7:30 am and geniusly thought, "hey, it's only actually 6:30 am cause i'm smart and know it's fall back day. let's sleep in another hour." zzzzzz. then, i get my butt out of bed at 8:30 am to get ready to see big g for the first time in a long time...and bam! i see my microwave clock blinking 9:30 am!!!! oopsie. stupid auto-setting clock alarm gadget!
sigh. needless to say, i didn't make it to 8 am mass today. big g, i tried, man. i just got fooled.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
BFreakin'F
tom just made an interesting point: "if i wanted to hear from sara, i'd read her blog!"
yup. you all should just admit it. you like me. so i'll just blabber for a bit longer.
so, my weekend was great. the weather was perfect. i ate well. i slept. AND...my mom did impressions of her students for me. (btw, my second favorite activity = doing impressions of my mom doing impressions of her students.)
anyhoo, i have some fobby revelations to share:
1. when someone says, "let's flesh that out and send," i always thought it was the phrase was "flushing it out." making it clean. pretty. smelling like roses.
2. when someone says, "it whet my appetite," i thought it was "wet"! like slobber all over yourself cause you're getting hungry.
ESL and sauj. best friends forever.
yup. you all should just admit it. you like me. so i'll just blabber for a bit longer.
so, my weekend was great. the weather was perfect. i ate well. i slept. AND...my mom did impressions of her students for me. (btw, my second favorite activity = doing impressions of my mom doing impressions of her students.)
anyhoo, i have some fobby revelations to share:
1. when someone says, "let's flesh that out and send," i always thought it was the phrase was "flushing it out." making it clean. pretty. smelling like roses.
2. when someone says, "it whet my appetite," i thought it was "wet"! like slobber all over yourself cause you're getting hungry.
ESL and sauj. best friends forever.
Guest Blog: Girlie Girl Goes to Boy Town
me: so i agreed to let my bschool friend and fellow blogger, lindy, to write a guest entry. i figured my friends can get to know my other friends. but i just forgot that she is way verbose (oooh, sat word). so i shrunk down the font a little. if you can get through it, enjoy! (and yes, you can write one too if you'd like.)
lindy:
Wow, do I feel special. I get to be a guest blogger! It’s akin to being some sort of famous author that has been invited to write a foreword for some new blockbuster best selling novel, except, I’m not a famous author, and Sauj’s blog isn’t a novel, nor is it a blockbuster best seller. Well I don’t know. Maybe you disagree w/ this last point. Oh btw, I’m not really sure if I was so much invited. It’s possible that may have kind of invited myself, I don’t know, it’s all semantics, who cares.
So, let’s see, I guess I can pretty much write about whatever I want. Let’s talk about this. Here we go. So last night was “girls’ night out.” You get dolled up, you tell your friend how “cute” they look, you giggle, you eat at a swanky restaurant and consume copious amounts of wine, you gossip, etc. etc. The single girls bitch and moan about being single and how there are no decent guys, some more than others, and by some I mean me, and the attached girls brainstorm possible set-ups. It’s all very nice and very sweet and lovely and very, umm, female.
It’s funny b/c it was in high contrast to my Friday afternoon, which I spent with several of my favorite boys: Popoff, Craig F. Sniffles, and Winnie. We had lunch at Juniors and then went and played golf. Yes, I do play golf, very badly I willingly add. My backswing looks ridiculous (well no as ridiculous as Winnie’s) and I somehow manage to get an occasional 10 on a par three course with holes that are like 10 yards long. But I’m digressing.
Anyway, I think I tend to be more of a girls’ girl; I’m pretty f’in prissy and I’m pretty much ok w/ that. But I love the change of pace that comes w/ being one of the boys once in a while. It’s just so different. We’re sitting at Juniors waiting for Joe (Winnie) to arrive. We see his car pull up. Popoff: “Ha. There’s Winnie. He looks stupid.” He didn’t look stupid, he looked perfectly normal. But I don’t think I’ve heard a girlfriend comment about another girlfriend like that. Note I’m indicating friendship. Anyway, on the golf course our conversation involved an extended discussion of alternate words for vagina (sorry I hope I’m not O-ffending), a debate of the word douchebag, and a series of bets involving Craig and eating non-food items. Craig picks up a little chunk of mud/grass and is like, “Dude, I’ll eat this for $5.” But he wants to see the money first. We pull out the money and he goes to eat it but then decides it “smells like poop” and he doesn’t eat it. I tried to get him to eat this one thing that looked like an acorn (a b-corn perhaps?) but that was a no-go. Then I picked up some sort of little pine needlish thing and was like “eat this.” Craig was like “Dude I’ll eat that for $1.” I upped the ante and said I’d buy him a slurpie as long as it was under $1.50. He ate it. I can’t recall the last time I was hanging out w/ a bunch of girls and placing bets on eating random pieces of shit off the ground. It’s something like being 10 again or something. I like it. And we capped off the afternoon with slurpies and magazine reading (or female cover model debating) at 7-11. The sad thing is I think there are lots of other details I’d like to share but I’ve forgotten them. Sucks dude.
So, the point here is that it’s good to have this balance b/t being all girlie and having occasional un-girlie time. And then there are some things that blend the two worlds together. Like this afternoon: I’m to yoga, w/ a friend, a guy friend…so that’s a nice little twist. Well then, on that note, I’ve probably out-written my welcome. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime. In the meantime, you can always read the stuff that Saujin writes.
About Lindy: You may have seen a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Eva Longoria* driving around time in an adorable light blue VW Eos* lately. If so, that was probably Lindy!* Lindy lives in a newly renovated three bedroom townhouse on the Strand in Manhattan* that she just purchased with the help of her fabulous and handsome sugar daddy* who looks very similar to Jesse Metcalf*. Sugardaddy spends the night frequently* but of course, he comes to second in Lindy’s heart to her adorable and very lovable little mutt, Kirby*. Sara will graduate with highest honors* from UCLA Anderson this May, and will be working in brand management at Bottega Veneta* (which has just relocated to Santa Monica, CA*). Her base salary is $500,000* and her signing bonus is 10 Botega bags of her choice.*
*Indicates exaggeration and/or outright lie.
lindy:
Wow, do I feel special. I get to be a guest blogger! It’s akin to being some sort of famous author that has been invited to write a foreword for some new blockbuster best selling novel, except, I’m not a famous author, and Sauj’s blog isn’t a novel, nor is it a blockbuster best seller. Well I don’t know. Maybe you disagree w/ this last point. Oh btw, I’m not really sure if I was so much invited. It’s possible that may have kind of invited myself, I don’t know, it’s all semantics, who cares.
So, let’s see, I guess I can pretty much write about whatever I want. Let’s talk about this. Here we go. So last night was “girls’ night out.” You get dolled up, you tell your friend how “cute” they look, you giggle, you eat at a swanky restaurant and consume copious amounts of wine, you gossip, etc. etc. The single girls bitch and moan about being single and how there are no decent guys, some more than others, and by some I mean me, and the attached girls brainstorm possible set-ups. It’s all very nice and very sweet and lovely and very, umm, female.
It’s funny b/c it was in high contrast to my Friday afternoon, which I spent with several of my favorite boys: Popoff, Craig F. Sniffles, and Winnie. We had lunch at Juniors and then went and played golf. Yes, I do play golf, very badly I willingly add. My backswing looks ridiculous (well no as ridiculous as Winnie’s) and I somehow manage to get an occasional 10 on a par three course with holes that are like 10 yards long. But I’m digressing.
Anyway, I think I tend to be more of a girls’ girl; I’m pretty f’in prissy and I’m pretty much ok w/ that. But I love the change of pace that comes w/ being one of the boys once in a while. It’s just so different. We’re sitting at Juniors waiting for Joe (Winnie) to arrive. We see his car pull up. Popoff: “Ha. There’s Winnie. He looks stupid.” He didn’t look stupid, he looked perfectly normal. But I don’t think I’ve heard a girlfriend comment about another girlfriend like that. Note I’m indicating friendship. Anyway, on the golf course our conversation involved an extended discussion of alternate words for vagina (sorry I hope I’m not O-ffending), a debate of the word douchebag, and a series of bets involving Craig and eating non-food items. Craig picks up a little chunk of mud/grass and is like, “Dude, I’ll eat this for $5.” But he wants to see the money first. We pull out the money and he goes to eat it but then decides it “smells like poop” and he doesn’t eat it. I tried to get him to eat this one thing that looked like an acorn (a b-corn perhaps?) but that was a no-go. Then I picked up some sort of little pine needlish thing and was like “eat this.” Craig was like “Dude I’ll eat that for $1.” I upped the ante and said I’d buy him a slurpie as long as it was under $1.50. He ate it. I can’t recall the last time I was hanging out w/ a bunch of girls and placing bets on eating random pieces of shit off the ground. It’s something like being 10 again or something. I like it. And we capped off the afternoon with slurpies and magazine reading (or female cover model debating) at 7-11. The sad thing is I think there are lots of other details I’d like to share but I’ve forgotten them. Sucks dude.
So, the point here is that it’s good to have this balance b/t being all girlie and having occasional un-girlie time. And then there are some things that blend the two worlds together. Like this afternoon: I’m to yoga, w/ a friend, a guy friend…so that’s a nice little twist. Well then, on that note, I’ve probably out-written my welcome. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime. In the meantime, you can always read the stuff that Saujin writes.
About Lindy: You may have seen a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Eva Longoria* driving around time in an adorable light blue VW Eos* lately. If so, that was probably Lindy!* Lindy lives in a newly renovated three bedroom townhouse on the Strand in Manhattan* that she just purchased with the help of her fabulous and handsome sugar daddy* who looks very similar to Jesse Metcalf*. Sugardaddy spends the night frequently* but of course, he comes to second in Lindy’s heart to her adorable and very lovable little mutt, Kirby*. Sara will graduate with highest honors* from UCLA Anderson this May, and will be working in brand management at Bottega Veneta* (which has just relocated to Santa Monica, CA*). Her base salary is $500,000* and her signing bonus is 10 Botega bags of her choice.*
*Indicates exaggeration and/or outright lie.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Halloween Prep
[this blog entry has been censored. due to the sensitive nature of the subject, i have removed the items from the entry and left only the non-controversial portion. ]
[censored portion]
anyhoo, here is an excerpt from our conversation tonight.
steph: "what are you going to be for halloween?"
me: "dunno. slutty something." (since obviously it's our duty as girls to carry out the slutty something every halloween.)
steph: "haha. that's just regular for you."
i love my supportive friends :)
[censored portion]
anyhoo, here is an excerpt from our conversation tonight.
steph: "what are you going to be for halloween?"
me: "dunno. slutty something." (since obviously it's our duty as girls to carry out the slutty something every halloween.)
steph: "haha. that's just regular for you."
i love my supportive friends :)
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Blue: Part Deux
i'm worse than a pavlov dog. i didn't learn my lesson from last week. i just couldn't divorse these pens over one mishap after over 10 years of marital bliss, right? well, i should have! the freakin' pen (new one from last week; i'm not that dumb) pooped all over my hand again during my consumer behavior class this afternoon. ironic, eh? consumer behavior!
well, this angry yet law-abiding consumer is behaving by simply following instructions: "if you're not completely satisfied with our product, simply return it for replacement or a full refund." a replacement? so ANOTHER pen can pop its guts all over me? no way jose, i want my refund, mr. sanford uni-ball roller pen manufacturer in bellwood, illnois. we are so over.
on a side note, i've adopted gabe's totally uber nerdy html tagging habits in emails and IMs. for example, from his recent email (oh, replace "(" with "<" in your mind. if i actually use the pointy parenthesis, the blog thinks it's a real tag!):
(napoleon dynamite> GOSH! (/napoleon dynamite>
it's so nerdy, yet so effective. can you see me do this right now for no reason?
(arms raised like rocky> WOO HOO! (/arms raised like rocky>
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Blue. But Not About My Fish.
i love these uni-ball roller pens. especially the micro (0.2 mm) blue ones. i borrowed nikki's once in high school and thereafter, became a uni-pen-brand ho. well, that is until today.
i didn't think much of it when it happened to tom. he had borrowed one of my pens to write something during orientation and it totally leaked all over his fingers. like a biatch that i am, i actually laughed.
so, yeah, i deserved it. three hours before an internship interview today, i was putzing around in the courtyard at school. i took out my pen to write something and then...boom! the stupid pen threw up blue ink all over my right hand!
i went to wash it off with soap and hot water. didn't work. i rubbed it profusely. nada. laura googled remedies for my situation, but unfortunately, i did not have a can of shortening with me at school.
so yeah. i suited up like a young little professional, went to meet my interviewers, went to shake their hands and said, "nice to meet you. please don't mind the blue fingers."
uni-ball micro blue pens. you and i are no longer friends.
i didn't think much of it when it happened to tom. he had borrowed one of my pens to write something during orientation and it totally leaked all over his fingers. like a biatch that i am, i actually laughed.
so, yeah, i deserved it. three hours before an internship interview today, i was putzing around in the courtyard at school. i took out my pen to write something and then...boom! the stupid pen threw up blue ink all over my right hand!
i went to wash it off with soap and hot water. didn't work. i rubbed it profusely. nada. laura googled remedies for my situation, but unfortunately, i did not have a can of shortening with me at school.
so yeah. i suited up like a young little professional, went to meet my interviewers, went to shake their hands and said, "nice to meet you. please don't mind the blue fingers."
uni-ball micro blue pens. you and i are no longer friends.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Too Wild
i've always been a rough sleeper. one time in korea when i was young, i was sleeping over at soojin's grandparents' house. the kids and moms all were sleeping on the floor in one room. since soojin knew how rough i sleep, she opted to sleep on the opposite side of the room, with like seven people sleeping in between us. but nevertheless, in the middle of the night in my sleep, i rolled over the seven people to soojin...and punched her. see? rough.
anyhoo, i woke up in the middle of the night yesterday because i bit my own tongue in my sleep! wtf. people always talk about sleeping funny and having a neckcramp or whatever...but biting your own tongue to have it swollen all day? petarded!
can someone rescue me from me?
anyhoo, i woke up in the middle of the night yesterday because i bit my own tongue in my sleep! wtf. people always talk about sleeping funny and having a neckcramp or whatever...but biting your own tongue to have it swollen all day? petarded!
can someone rescue me from me?
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Spooking Old Ladies
few days ago, i had to visit pep boys in my old hood. coming out of my car, i ran into my old neighbor, millie. she's this really cute, little grandma, who looks like that grandma in the movie wedding singer. she and her husband, len, are both quite old, but they are hip. steph and i asked them once for "permission" to throw a party in our apartment, and their response basically boiled down to, "party on!" (i remember she wanted to make sure we played good music.)
anyhoo, it's been about 2.5 years (wow!) since i've seen her. i said, "HIIII MILLIE! do you remember me? " and blah blah blah, explaining who i was. with the most frightened look on her face, she said, "oooooh!" but i really think she had no idea who the f i was. after a bit, i said bye and asking her to say hello to len for me.
my bet? she probably said, "len, some asian freak of a girl gave me a hug on the street today. how was your day?"
anyhoo, it's been about 2.5 years (wow!) since i've seen her. i said, "HIIII MILLIE! do you remember me? " and blah blah blah, explaining who i was. with the most frightened look on her face, she said, "oooooh!" but i really think she had no idea who the f i was. after a bit, i said bye and asking her to say hello to len for me.
my bet? she probably said, "len, some asian freak of a girl gave me a hug on the street today. how was your day?"
Playoffs
i should be oh so sad that my dodgers got swept in the playoffs last night...and i sort of am. but everything seems to just be a-ok when you learn that the dang yanks got swept as well. the sports guy picked the yankees as favorites to win it all a month or so ago, and i must say, thanks for the jinx, man!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Memorable Face
daily on the news, there is all this talk about "sectarian violence" in the middle east. everytime someone gets interviewed on this subject and provides his or her views on these "sects," i always giggle. sects. hehe. sects.
oh, the school cafe lady who was supposed to name the weekly stirfry special after me left for a better job. this afternoon, i got a personal email from her telling me that she misses my "happy face." (she's clearly confused since i do not sport any happy faces pre-coffee). not only was i was quite weirded out by this email, i was pissed that my "saujin stirfry" no longer exists. so much for my celebrity status. i was so close.
oh, the school cafe lady who was supposed to name the weekly stirfry special after me left for a better job. this afternoon, i got a personal email from her telling me that she misses my "happy face." (she's clearly confused since i do not sport any happy faces pre-coffee). not only was i was quite weirded out by this email, i was pissed that my "saujin stirfry" no longer exists. so much for my celebrity status. i was so close.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Student Extraordinaire
first thing first. sorry i misspelled byron on the last entry. rrrrr! you know that i know that you know that i know who he is. c'mon :) bschool hasn't soften me up that much.
which leads me to (doesn't really relate but whatever): why is grey's so dang depressing? can meredith be any more annoying? the end on this subject.
though speaking of abc shows, i tested the full episode online video capabilities by watching last night's desperate housewives on the net. due to "low bandwidth" and "limited commericials," it took me more than an hour to watch this 45 minute episode. conclusion? tivo is still #1. sorry i doubted you, my love. sexy's back. back again.
on a more fun note (haha), i got books. after a visit to the bookstore this afternoon, your friend sauj is a proud owner of $730 worth of useless bschool books...that i hope to sell next quarter for a wiiiiittle profit. of course, to be donated to charity since it seems unethical for me to keep it. or not.
and since i'm turning a new leaf on this student thang, i decided to read tonight in preparation for tomorrow's classes. but this task turned out to be the best inspiration to get every other task done...i paid bills, replied to emails, cooked up a little solo dinner (the jew crew didn't invite me to their yom kippur break fast)...maybe i should attempt to be a "good student" more often.
but i feel like i said that last quarter. hmm.
which leads me to (doesn't really relate but whatever): why is grey's so dang depressing? can meredith be any more annoying? the end on this subject.
though speaking of abc shows, i tested the full episode online video capabilities by watching last night's desperate housewives on the net. due to "low bandwidth" and "limited commericials," it took me more than an hour to watch this 45 minute episode. conclusion? tivo is still #1. sorry i doubted you, my love. sexy's back. back again.
on a more fun note (haha), i got books. after a visit to the bookstore this afternoon, your friend sauj is a proud owner of $730 worth of useless bschool books...that i hope to sell next quarter for a wiiiiittle profit. of course, to be donated to charity since it seems unethical for me to keep it. or not.
and since i'm turning a new leaf on this student thang, i decided to read tonight in preparation for tomorrow's classes. but this task turned out to be the best inspiration to get every other task done...i paid bills, replied to emails, cooked up a little solo dinner (the jew crew didn't invite me to their yom kippur break fast)...maybe i should attempt to be a "good student" more often.
but i feel like i said that last quarter. hmm.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Camp
when did it become october? geez, time flies. apologies for the MIAness, but was caught up for two weeks orienting the new peeps of anderson. my friend tom and i were in charge of 1/5th of the incoming class...and believe it or not, they're still enrolled!
mba orientation is really like summer camp. there are improv classes, ropes courses, relay races, skits, karoake, cheering, costumes...i guess the only big difference is the amount of booze endorsed and provided by the school. i think booze does wonders for bonding. and gossip, of course.
as a gift for being a section leader, i got "two quarters worth of free coursepacks and textbooks." yeah, i laughed too. it's going to be the first time i own a bschool textbook...i get your joke, big g.
i wish i had more fun things to report, but tomorrow is the first day of classes and i only have whining noises in my head. wah wah.
i hope you're all well. here's a picture of the orientation crew right before the 80s party. i was #4 - bryon scott. i know i look like a 6'3" bald black bball guard with a little mustache.
mba orientation is really like summer camp. there are improv classes, ropes courses, relay races, skits, karoake, cheering, costumes...i guess the only big difference is the amount of booze endorsed and provided by the school. i think booze does wonders for bonding. and gossip, of course.
as a gift for being a section leader, i got "two quarters worth of free coursepacks and textbooks." yeah, i laughed too. it's going to be the first time i own a bschool textbook...i get your joke, big g.
i wish i had more fun things to report, but tomorrow is the first day of classes and i only have whining noises in my head. wah wah.
i hope you're all well. here's a picture of the orientation crew right before the 80s party. i was #4 - bryon scott. i know i look like a 6'3" bald black bball guard with a little mustache.
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