Taken Quite a Few Steps Now!

I was about to get ready for bed when I realised my first blog post was made the last time I went to a Cyclones game, so I figured I just HAD to post tonight, after my second ever Cyclones game, 9 months later. Hmmmm...so it's ALMOST like I'm giving birth to this post...what? Hey, I said ALMOST...

Anyway, tonight was pretty much like last time. More annoying because we had a rain delay of about an hour, but better because we had better seats and I gots me some souvenirs, Nathan's hot dog & fries and an ice cream helmet. (Last year I just started Weight Watchers so didn't want to ruin it, this year, I'm more lenient...in fact, I've barely been following it for the last 2 months...but I'll get back! I promise!!)

Had to leave the game early. It was after 10 and only the 7th inning. As it was I got home around 12. Ugh. Nice uncomfortable bus(es) ride home.

I guess a lot has happened since that first post in September. I've been to LA and another trip to Portland/Seattle. Ended that stupidity with Hot Dog, topped off with a relapse with Little. GOT PROMOTED. Finally got business cards! Changed my hair in TWO all-new, all-different ways. Been to a shitload of concerts, baseball games and other various events. Had a fantastic New Years party (as usual). Lost nearly 15 lbs. (keep gaining and losing a few pounds, but staying in the same general area), dropping a pants size! Woohoo! Continued to kick box, resulting in the arms I've always wanted (and even newly-discoverd LEG muscles!!!)!! Got a bike and rode the 5 boro bike tour!!!!! Got a Wii and many games (WiiFit is the newest and I'm currently sore from using it). Basically keeping as busy as possible.

I guess I should go to sleep now. The boys and the dog are all asleep already...

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Ladies Love Assholes?

I saw Hot Dog the other day and it got me thinking about the theory that girls love assholes. Usually I find it's guys who have trouble getting ladies that ascribe to this theory. They tend to think (or tell themselves) it's because they're "nice guys" that the ladies don't flock to them. I will say, there is SOME truth to this (although, lets be honest, it all depends on the girl, we're not one big hive mind...seriously, we're not...no, really), but I think it might be more that the more traditionally "hot" guys TEND to become kind of full of themselves and therefore assholes with women (there are, of course, exceptions). But even that is flimsy. Some girls like a challenge, too. They think they can CHANGE them. I don't know, but I just hate when guys say that, because in general I HATE assholes. I can only really think of the one (Hot Dog) that I ever dated. I don't even think I've KISSED any other assholes. They've all been pretty sweet, Sometimes stupid, but sweet nonetheless.

However, I will admit to having crushes on a few assholes. So I was thinking about why this is. Why guys like Hot Dog at all? I think the one thing that can be appealing about these guys is the idea that, although they're total pricks to most people, there are moments when they are sweet to YOU. Those moments are like little victories (I guess this goes along the "wanting to change them" theory). A looooong time ago, back in High School, there was this total douchebag that I had an incredible crush on. Let's call him AJ. (To be fair, I had like 10 BILLION crushes back then...oh who am I kidding, I've ALWAYS got 10 BILLION crushes!!) Anyway, so AJ was fucking MEAN to me (and many others). MEEEEEEAN!! But for a brief time we shared the same friends, so he and I were around each other a lot then. To make a long story short, one night I was talking to him alone for a few minutes and he's being kind of nice. Finally I asked why he was being so nice to me and he pinches my nose and says "I'm done being mean to you." (Of course, he wasn't, the worst of his meanness came later.) I was so frakking happy, it was ridiculous!

Now I'm not saying nice guys couldn't make me happy like that, but there's something to this total douche suddenly being nice to YOU. Makes it more exciting or something. Similarly, with Hot Dog, the moments we were alone and he would call me beautiful or say something really nice to me were heightened because they were surrounded by meanness. It's stupid, but there it is. But shit like that doesn't last and I'm glad I remembered I didn't even like Hot Dog in the first place. It's much better this way. I will always have a soft spot for him though, and I'll never be able to hate him like I should. But thank goodness I got past that! I'm MUCH happier now.

As for AJ. Oi. What a toolbag. We recently have been re-acquainted or whatever. We're civil to each other and I'm a crazy sentimental fool so the fact that I've known him this long and we went to High School together, kind of makes me not mind talking to him. But...well, he's a toolbag still...and really gross!!! I can't believe I LIKED him, liked him. hahahaha

Do YOU like assholes??

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Oooh Pretty!

I went to a wedding on Saturday as a favour to a friend. It was very nice, very big, and I had chateaubriand steak. Nice! (Also really cool, during the cocktail hour, was the martini glass filled with mashed potatoes that you put stuff on, like cheese and sour cream and onions. Fun!) Slightly strange to be there, as I was one of maybe 20 white people in a sea of over 200 Asians. ;-) Oddly enough, the dress I wore (which I didn't realise until later) was one that I wore to another Asian-centric wedding in 2002. Coincidence?

Anyway, it was in a beautiful wedding hall with this pretty lake behind it. Here are the only pictures I took at this wedding:



















































































Can you tell I'm obsessed with lamposts? haha Here are some pictures I took on Mt. Tabor in Portland earlier this year:



































I just love 'em! Maybe it's something to do with Narnia... :-P

Pretty!

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Reunion!!!!

So I had my 10-year High-School reunion this past weekend! SUPER AWESOME!

I swear, I had been waiting for this since graduation day. I am probably the most sentimental person of anyone I know. I was BAWLING at my graduation; a wreck! I am also probably the only one who really liked High School out of everyone I know. And there was even an anti-me club!!

Yes, that's right, some douchebag probably couldn't handle the fact that he LIKED me, and so, decided to have a club based around HATING me. They didn't really do anything except write their little symbol on stuff. Real mature, huh? The members just consisted of this kid, and a few freshmen (this happened in my junior year) that thought he was cool and would have done anything he said.

Anyway, aside from that, I thought High School was great! I knew then how much easier it was compared to what was coming ahead in my life, so I enjoyed it. It's also where I became the person I am today, where I gained confidence and started to finally like myself. I stood out from the rest for the first time in my life, and I was friendly with almost everybody. My school was pretty tame (public, but you had to be accepted, so less douchebags...though obviously not NONE), and the amount of kids in each year was pretty small. My graduating class was approx. 180 kids, and that was the largest class in the school's history. So, I knew almost everyone in my class. In fact, I remember, senior year I went through all the kids in my class and figured out that I had talked to everyone in my class at least once, except for like, 2 of them, which I then rectified before graduation.

So the reunion...AWESOME! :-) The turn-out was pretty good, I'd say 40 gradutates, give or take a few (plus some significant others). It was almost surreal being in the same room with these people. Everyone looked mostly the same, it almost felt like no time had passed. It was fun talking to everyone, even people I never really talked to during high school. But everyone remembered me, even FORGETTING that I had a mohawk, which makes me feel good because they remembered ME and not my hair. One of my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE teachers from high school was there and he waited for ME before leaving! It's so damned nice to feel loved! :) I also got to impress everyone with my job, which felt great!

We had so much fun together, we hung out waaaaay past the reunion's official end. I think I got home around 3AM (after dropping off McEats and another high school pal I see sometimes...let's call him...Grey! haha). Everyone seemed to be doing well, a few couples, a preggo, a few new parents, most doing things they enjoy. I really like seeing the twins again, who shot up and bulked up, but are still as sweet as ever. We reminisced about our "Church of Satanism" project...man, I wish I could just replay those moments of my life and watch. The memories leave out so much...

Anyway, I loved it. They all seemed to enjoy it. And I can't wait for the next one!

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What's so bad about The Happening?

Every one is ragging on this movie. I haven't really heard any concrete reasons for why they think it's so crap. I suppose I could look online...but I'm lazy. In any case, I LIKED it! I saw it yesterday with my dad for Father's Day (my father LOVES movies, he saw Zohan Friday, Hulk Saturday and then Happening Sunday). I thought it was enjoyable! Really creepy, freaked me out and made me jump, and kind of cool. I love Mark Wahlberg and he did a great job, as usual. Zooey Deschanel is not the best actress and she seems to always play her roles as a space cadet, but she's so damned cute I can let it slide. I also like The Village and Lady in the Water which had tons of negative reviews, so that can give some perspective on my opinion.

Otherwise, I almost got into a fight at the theatre! Some total douchebag was using those LAME pen/lazer light thingies throughout the trailers. So I finally got up and turned around to see if I could find out where it was coming from. Turns out it was a dude RIGHT behind me! So I asked him if he was going to be doing that the whole time. He was all quite, only talking back to me BARELY. First he was all "I don't know what you're talking about." So I said "Open your hand and I'll show you what I'm talking about." Then he said something about me being nice or something and I said something about him not being nice with that thing. I just kept asking if he was going to keep doing that, which he wouldn't answer and I told him that now that I know who was doing it, I would have the theatre "cops" come and take him out. He had like 4 friends with him, all of which didn't say a word. Hilarious. Fucking tough guy causes a disturbance that he can do anonymously (unless someone is FACING him and sees the light in his hand) and then doesn't even have the balls to talk back to a lone girl who's giving him shit.

After I sat down, my dad was like "Do I have to kick his ass now?" Guy was a big pussy though. He did it twice throughout the actual movie, to which all the other people in the audience yelled at him. Next time he did it, I was prepared to get up and point him out to the whole theatre. He probably knew that and ceased. Loser.

I won't lie. When I sat back down, I had a flutter in my chest and I was shaking a little. I'm not normally one to confront people like that, but that shit really pissed me off. I kinda wonder what would have happened had he tried to fight me. I'm thinking the audience wouldn't have been to keen on a bunch of guys fighting a girl...

I bet I could've gotten at least one good punch in!

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Public?

I may go through this blog and delete all the personal stuff, and then take it semi-public.

But then, I'll have to actually post more often... :-P We'll see.

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