"100 Things About Me" - Things 11 through 20

11. Macaroni and Cheese is my all-time favorite dish of all time. I know that sounded redundant. I’m emphasizing my point. It never gets old to me. And I make a pretty mean dish of it myself. My little bestest from home – LC, we’ll call her (not unlike The Hills “character” – and yes, I said character) – doesn’t even really like M’n’C because she finds it “too cheesy” (yeah, I don’t get it either). But she has, of course, declared my version “just right” – just one of many reasons she nabbed the coveted Bestest title.

12. I used to have bangs. Really, really sweet bangs when I was twelve to fourteen years of age. Now if you’ll remember I had (have) curly hair, so my bangs were of course…curly. Little spiral curls (approx. 5 or 6 of them) that just sat on my forehead. And of course, since I had to put gel in my crazed mess of a mane, they were kind of, sort of…glued to my forehead. Maybe someday I’ll show you a picture…today is not that day.

13. I hate snow. I’m sorry, but I just do. Does that make me lame? I think not. It’s ice, for god’s sake. Lots and lots of packed ice. And ice, last time I checked, is cold and hard – great for cooling off my beer on a hot summer’s day, not for my ass when I inevitably fall on it while “playing” in the snow. Take me to the beach, please.

14. I worked at Abercrombie & Fitch on 3 separate occasions. Not my proudest moments. It was simultaneously boring/embarrassing/lame/easy money. And I’m always down for some easy money…well, not always.

15. I have a little soft spot in my heart for Tori Spelling. I think she is one of those people that literally everyone in the world (including her husband, baby and myself) find completely obnoxious, but she embraces it and puts herself out there to be criticized anyway. I’m always a sucker for some good, ol’ fashioned self-destruction.

16. I have a younger half brother on my mom’s side. He’s almost seventeen years old, about 6’4”, 240 pounds. Football is his life. Seriously. His Myspace told me so. We may not have the same dads (thank god, as his is all kinds of douchebag…you know, compared to my Father of the Year), but he’s tortured me for seventeen long years so you could say we’re pretty close. I know this much – if you ever tried to mess with me, he’d sit on you. And we don’t want that, now do we?

17. I graduated from UC Berkeley in May 2007 with an undergraduate degree in Mass Communications. I don’t have a whole heck of a lot of school spirit. I mean, I am proud I went there and all, but I could care less if our football team wins the [Sugar, Orange, Texas, Rose, etc.] Bowl. Seriously, it’s UC Berkeley. Who really goes for the football?

18. I love tulips. They are just so prim, proper and perfect-looking. And look at that - cause for alliteration, too! I wish I were more like a tulip :/

19. I agree with this.

20. I’m a huge Dodgers fan. Okay, that’s kind of a lie. But I’m from Los Angeles, so I have a little Blue spot in my heart for the Dodgers. And whenever someone brings up baseball, I have to say, “Fuck the Padres! Dodgers all the way, man!” even though I haven’t been watching either team play. And the Dodgers usually suck. It’s a loyalty thing. Try to understand.

Counting Down the Hours...

I just got off the phone with the Los Angeles Times. My coworker – let’s just call him TCB – has this contact over there that he made while pitching for one of our company’s clients. Now this LA Times reporter calls him every time she needs to speak with people for a story and this time she wanted to speak with a female who loves her iPhone – in other words, me.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t really love my iPhone. I like it a lot, but I’m not one of those Apple prophets that thinks Steve Jobs is god and all other gadgets should bow at the base of the Apple throne. I also kind of want a Voyager and a Blackberry, so I can’t truly be a devout iPhone lover. But more than that, I want my name in the LA Times. So I put on my “I ♥ Apple” shirt and pitched the shit outta my iPhone.

In other news, the Boy and I are going to Napa this weekend.

I am beyond stoked. I love wine, I love hotels and my boyfriend’s ah-right, so all in all, it should be a splendid time. I bought him a sweet present for our 6 month-iversary too, so he’s like extra in love with me right now. It’s this 4-in-1 record player. It plays records, CDs, tapes (seriously, who still has tapes? my boyfriend, that’s who.) and connects to your iPod. It’s pretty fuckin’ sweet. In fact, for 2.5 seconds I considered taking it back, but it would’ve been like taking a nipple from a baby. Seriously, it was that good.



I also bought a new book – Barack Obama’s “The Audacity of Hope” – so I’m looking forward to reading that entire tome on my relaxing two-day vacay. Hopefully, Cute Boy doesn’t pull some “this trip was supposed to be about us” bullshit. I kid, I kid. But I really want to read this book.

Speaking of the Boy, he has gotta be my biggest cheerleader when it comes to this blog thing, but I can tell it’s gonna get old to him in a quick minute. Last night at dinner (which I pseudo-guilted him into taking me to since, “It’s our month-iversary!”, and those only come around, you know…once a month), he said:

“Don’t start thinking you’re all cool now because you have a blog.”

To which I replied:

“Don’t make me fucking blog about you.”

It’s a sweet, sweet power this blog.

Anyways, for those of you who don’t track US Weekly and PerezHilton.com with the dedicated vigilance that I do, Jennifer Lopez gave birth to twins – a girl and a boy – this morning. I can’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy in my heart since, growing up, all I wanted was twin babies of the boy and girl variety. My mom used to ask what I would do if I had just a single child.

“Give it back and keep trying for doubles.” Obviously.

I’ll have Facts #11-20 in my much-anticipated “100 Things About Me” for you later today. I know you’re all too excited.

And on an ending note, how much ass does my new blog design kick? Jess over at Cuppycake Designs warms my heart.

Happy Friday !!

A Story in [My] Humility and 1-10 of My “100 Things About Me”

God, sometimes I am amazed at my own self-discipline.

And also my own humility (do I have to tell you to please note the sarcasm? well, please do). It’s becoming increasingly apparent that I’m the least self-deprecating blogger in the blogosphere. Worry not, I’m still a baby blogger and not entirely comfortable sharing my inevitable, varied and multitudinous flaws with you just yet. (NOTE: I’m not trying to show off; I actually use the word “multitudinous” in day-to-day conversation.)

(Okay, that was a lie.)

Back to my self-discipline. First of all, I took a nap when I got home from work. As a general disclaimer for this and future posts, I love sleep. Maybe it’s normal, maybe it’s not. It seems a little excessive to me (and most other people). My naps are usually at least three hours in length and sometimes (actually, often) turn into all-night napathons. So the fact that I actually woke up from my nap and then got up and stayed up is nothing short of extraordinary – and Exhibit A in the case of my self-discipline.

Exhibit B would be the fact that I wanted to write a post about my self-discipline as soon as I got my lazy ass out of bed, but instead I caught up on general assignments/my schedule for work tomorrow. And thank god I did, as I might have very well (i.e. definitely would have) forgotten that I have to be on a conference call at 8 tomorrow morning.

Fuck.

Thank god I took a nap.

In other news, I am fairly certain I will be jumping on the “100 Things About Me” blog bandwagon shortly. I don’t know. I’m still thinking about it. I’m not entirely sure I could come up with 100 unique, interesting facts about me.

Here’s 10:

1. I was born in Long Beach, California; raised in Los Angeles, California; went to college in Berkeley, California and now reside in sunny (I wish) San Francisco.

2. My parents split up when I was a year old. Haven’t seen my pops since. I do know, however, that I have an older, half brother on my dad’s side, whom I just recently tried to Google. I actually found a picture of him – but that’s another blog post for another day.

3. I am 23 years old and I work for a boutique PR firm in the mobile technology/wireless/Web 2.0 industries as a PR consultant. My actual title is “PR Rockstar”. No joke. Check the business card.

I am starting to realize these would be easier if I listed one simple fact, instead of making each one a little story with a lot of interconnected facts. Oh well. Don’t care.

4. I love cream soda. Seriously, I adore it. I could (and try to) drink it all day, every day, for the rest of my existence. It is always my non-alcoholic libation of choice.

5. I have naturally curly hair. Think “Sister, Sister” twins curly, but not so tight and wound up. And keep imagining my curls in your head, because you’ll never see them. 99.7% of the time, I straighten that shit. I have no such time for the nonsense and uncooperativeness my curls plagued me with for twenty-one long years.

6. I love my mom. That should be #1, but I just thought about it right now, because if you’ve been reading my blogs at all, that should be really obvious. That woman is the shit. In the words of Boyz II Men, loving her is like food to my soul.



7. I have an iPhone. I’ve had one since the day they came out AND my boss bought it for me (and the rest of the office – don’t get any ideas!). It’s one of the many - and I’m stretching the use of the word “many” – perks of working in the mobile industry.

8. I am currently taking an Italian class. Cute Boy is taking it with me (he is actually Italian; I just want to live in Italy). I skipped class for the first time last night. I love the class, but sometimes the last thing I want to do when I get off work is go sit in a classroom for three and a half hours. For a little Italian culture, Cute Boy and I went to a vino bar and got toasted instead.

9. I love Friends. The television show. The one that went off the air five years ago. To this day when someone (or a Myspace survey) asks what my favorite television show is, I will say “Friends” – even though a new episode hasn’t aired in five years. I have every season on DVD, I can quote episodes line-for-line (as they’re playing, not off the top of my head; I’m not that good), and every situation I seem to find myself in elicits this response: “This reminds me of a Friends episode.” And it really does.

10. I do actually have baby fever right now. Not the kind where I actually want my own baby, but the kind where I love playing with other people’s tots A LOT, but still enjoy giving them back when they cry/poop/slobber directly into my mouth. But honestly, I’ve been comin’ down with that fever all my life, so Cute Boy needs to just chill the fuck out on that front.

That wasn’t too hard. I suppose talking about myself rarely is. I’ll add more soon, I pinky promise.

That’s all she wrote for tonight.