It's really stupid cold outside right now. It's all windy and stuff. I wish I had an electric blanket or something. Actually, I wish more that it would snow outside...and I wish EVEN MORE for the Falcons to win this afternoon. Poor Falcons...they have to be outside for the game...unless the Eagles have an indoor stadium. Either way, I hope they win.

Anyways, the other night I went out with Vicki. It was nice. He said that I was being all quiet and stuff. I wasn't being quiet. I was simply reflecting on the days ahead, when I'll be cramping, craving chocolate and ice cream, and not wanting to do anything except sit my fat ass on the couch and watch the Food Network.

By the way, I was actually productive yesterday. I had a lesson to teach, then I painted the downstairs bathroom. I painted it "Vanilla Cream." Of course, my mother had something to say about the color. The last time I tried to paint the bathroom, the paint was called, "Cranberry Zing" (some of these names makes you wanna eat the paint). She was all yelling at me about how she couldn't stand the color, and she'd rather die than to have a bathroom that color...ya know, the usual exaggerated comments she likes to make about stupid shit so she has a reason to be dramatic. So yeah. I painted the bathroom.

And then, Andrew came over and watched movies with me :) Yay~! I felt like I hadn't seen him in forever. After two movies, he got all hungry and had to go, because he can't stand Korean food. You know, sometimes I wonder how he and I will ever get along living with each other if he can't stand the foods that I eat. I mean, it's not just Korean food that he can't stand. It's all kinds of other stuff, like anything that's a little out of the ordinary of the traditional American diet. Sigh...we'll figure it out, I supposed.

It's my birthday! I'm 23 years old now. Dang...I'm getting old.

Anyways, I had a fun weekend...well, starting on Thursday. A bunch of us (SOM people) went out to dinner, and then we went to IBA for some karaoke. They're so goofy. David oppa made me cookies (can you call those cookies? They're more like cupcakes, but not really...hmm..), and brought me presents. Isn't that nice? And Stephanie bought me all sorts of neat things for my bathroom (I think she's trying to tell me something). Whitney brought me tulips and got really drunk. Hehehe...

On Saturday, we basically did the same thing, except with different people, AND we went to Jocks & Jills to watch the DIRTY BIRDS beat the crap out of the Rams. That game was out of control. GO FALCONS!

The most entertaining part of that evening was when Kimberly decided to teach Andrew how to dance. Yeah...it was fucking hilarious. They decided to have the dance lesson in the middle of this bar, with all these Mexicans watching. The lesson was cut short by the lady at the counter telling us that our room is ready. I don't think she wanted to see any more of that going on in her bar.

Today is officially my birthday, and I've had a pretty good day so far. I woke up, had some tea, watched the news; Gloria finally got her fat ass out of bed and made me breakfast (bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes...I promise I'll go on a diet after today), and later, I have to teach, and then I'm going to have dinner with Andrew. I wonder what he got me for my birthday...hmm...

I start my student teaching tomorrow. An entire semester of waking up at 5:30am! YAY!! I'm soo excited.

An addition to the list:

10. violin strings (preferrably Eva Pirazzi)

I've come to the conclusion that I need to marry a rich guy. I was on William-Sonoma.com, and yeah...I want EVERYTHING from there. Seriously, I want everything in that store. Heck, I'll just move my bed into one of their stores, and I'll just live there if that'll be easier. So here's what I'm thinking. If I just save up like $300 a month from now until I get my own place, I'll have enough money to buy everything i want from there. See, the apartment I will get will probably have white walls in the kitchen, so I want all red appliances, and olive green plates and stuff....or maybe yellow.
So if the saving $300 a month thing doesn't work, then I think I'm just gonna have to marry a rich guy...really, really soon. Or I could always just sell my body on the streets.

Gloria's friend, Robbie, has been coming over to our house a lot lately. He's nice. I like him out of all the other guys that she's brought over. I think she should go out with him...except he kinda seems a little gay to me, and she claims that they're just "friends." I wish she'd just find a nice boy and get married or something. That might actually make things better around here.

My birthday's coming up! Here's a list of things that I'd like for my birthday:

1. digital camera
2. herd garden kit
3. Mary Kay Miracle Set
4. slippers...the comfy ones from LL Bean
5. Bare Foot Contessa's cookbooks
6. digital camera
7. basa nova cd (the one by the guy that was on Conan a couple months ago)
8. jewerly (I don't have enough...earrings have to be surgical steel)
9. DIGITAL CAMERA

Okay, so that's about it. That's not too complicated. I wish I could throw a party...does anyone wanna throw a party for me?

Happy New Year, everybody.

On New Years Day, David, Bryan and I went to Loca Luna. It wasn't as crowded as is normally is on Saturdays, but it was still fun. Actually, it was probably more fun because it was less crowded. Anyways, long story short, Bryan got piss drunk. I mean, he was TRASHED. He couldn't think straight (not that he ever does, haha). He was falling all over the place...it was funny, yet unsettling. So during the course of the evening, Bryan shared some very interesting stories, which I'm not going to talk about because if he ever saw this, he would kill me. Sharing these stories led to some very interesting conversation. I think the three of us shared some very intimate details about each other, and we'll probably never be able to get away from talking about those things.

Certain events in the past couple days have made me think...am I likable? Do people really like me? I mean, I know I come off a little to strong sometimes, but you'd think that people would push you away sooner if they don't like you, ya know? How do you know if someone genuinely likes you as a person? Sigh...people are so fake sometimes.

I honestly don't feel like it's a new year yet. Perhaps it'll hit me once I start school again.