I never could get the hang of Thursdays..

Anyone who can tell me what book/movie thats from wins 5 bucks.

So I bit the bullet and made a hair appt in the city finally. My bangs are turning into floppy, untameable pieces more everyday and making a trek out to Stockton just doesnt sound so appealing anymore. So I did it. After much research and a little help from Google Videos, I found the place: Oxenrose in Hayes Valley. Just east of the Haight, its a hip trendy place and Im really excited to try it out! Will post pictures when Im done, granted they didnt fuck up and my coiffe is perfecto.
Also, Ive decided after much consideration, I want a tattoo. Ive been playing with ideas and Ive decided on a simple, yet meaningful, design. Now, there is some slight tweaking to be made to this, maybe more points, but you get the idea. I still havent decided if I want it on my front left or back left hip. My First Asian Friend Kelly(thats her full name, trust me) went to this place on Haight and they did an excellent yob(silent J) on her tat. So, Happy Birthday to me!

details are not important...

First off, its effing freezing in my office. Why are we turning on the AC in September? Answer me this.
Secondly, not only AM i could, but i feel as though I may be getting one too. Just in time for my bday! Yesssssssssssss. doesnt look like the gym is happening today. i almost passed out yesterday.
Only reason to attend the gym today is to get some money back after they accidentally charged me 3 times for one monthly fee. I will not be cheated out of 57 bucks. Thats like a new pair of shoes.
Speaking of shoes, I discovered the Shoe Pavilion on California Street today. They have some really cute Steve Maddens and boots. And yes, Steph, I am going to attempt the skinny jeans with tall boots. Im giving into the trend. DAMN THE MAN.

my two loves come together...

We have to get rid of our old office furniture soon. Someone suggested Craigslist. Maybe the most amazing site ever. I personally will see that every piece of furniture is photographed and put on the web. Now if only I could figure out how to get a cut of the profits.....

On another note, I get to go home this weekend! yaya! two days in Los Molinos and Chico. And Its my birthday weekend so that means lots of presents and free food and the envitable "But its my BIIIIRTHDAY!" whine that only works once a year.

I bet the 'rents cant wait.

the muni and i are speechless

There is no other reason for this post except to tell the internet world about what I saw on my way to work this morning.
Walking down Sansome St., running late(as usual) and having a little tickle in my throat(not good) and I saw a bus drive down the street. Now, seeing a bus driving down Sansome is nothing out of the ordinary. But this particular bus was....odd.
On the front sign where it usually says something like "31AX Balboa" or "10Townsend" and sometimes says "Not In Service." But THIS bus' sign actually said "NOWHERE IN PARTICULAR"

let that sink in a second.

Now....WHAT? Can they say that? Nowhere in Particular??? But seriously guys. WHERE ARE YOU GOIN?
Well, whatever the reason, it made me laugh, which is a invaluable thing on a Monday morning.

confidence in good people...

Today i was reminded that there are, in fact, still decent and good people in this world. We fly through our days, not caring about others and only ourselves. I guarantee everyone walks right by an opportunity to help someone else. Well not today!
See, to fill you all in, I have had a low tire for about 4 weeks. Do I ever fix it? no. Until this weekend, I figured Id bite the bullet and get it looked at. Esp. since it was completely low now. So I go out and realize I cant even drive it anywhere because its THAT FLAT. Lucky me! I get to put on the spare! However, this proves harder than previously thought.
Ive changed tires. Ive changed tires at home. At Theta. On the side of I-5. Ive done it all. However, this stupid Mitsubishi Galant of my fathers has lugnuts that will not loosen for the life of me. (The one time I wished my Escort wasnt at some impound in Long Beach with a crumpled front end)
Then, when Im about to give up and call a tow truck, a guy who lives in the apartment where my car was parked comes out and helps me! Oh people are nice! Unfortunately, even he cant get the damn lugnuts off(lugnuts, hehehehe, sorry) and he puts the back on and tells me he'll follow me to the gas/service station 5 blocks away. I said I was fine and slowly(10mph) to the Shell Station.
Just when I think people couldnt try anymore and help anymore, the car guy said he found a nail in my tire and it would cost $15. But since he couldnt actually find the leak, he didnt charge me! Who says people in the city are out to take you for all you got? I GOT NOTHING. THEY CANT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME. HA.

in Stockton they were called "Holla Backs"

So what goes around comes around. Steph being inspired by my post awhile back has just come around to me being inspired by hers.
The rollercoaster Ive been on since moving to the city has I think finally slowed. And Im trying to decide if its a good thing or not. Or maybe this is just the climb up the top of the drop. Either way, its a relaxing and anxious feeling at the same time. I went through a "I cant wait to get to work and get out in the city" to a "fuck work. i want to sleep. i dont want a job" to finally a "hey, this is the way my days go. Now im just going to the gym."
Things arent changing as rapidly as they were and Im starting to think, as much as Ive hated it in the past, I really thrive on change. I have a feeling I already know what needs to change though.

In other news, I joined a gym last week. So far, Ive been three times this week! Ive decided since Im lacking in friends and hubbies(as Steph puts it), why not focus on getting all hot and sexy? I took a couple classes; the Ultimate Ball-er Workout with the stability ball. Maybe the hardest thing Ive ever done but man it felt good. Then I tried the Pilates Mat last night with an instructor whose a total Queen and about 55 and can do the splits better than any cheerleader. Im currently learning how to do a handstand. Bonus of going to the gym right after work: I miss rush hour on the metro. Solid.

Greys Anatomy last night? I effing love McDreamy. Though Finn is cute....i mean, ITS MCDREAMY!

Celeb Stalker

Yesterday may have been the most perfect day in months. Not only was it a beautiful 70 degrees outside, there was hardly a breeze and I took a long lunch. I walked up to Market and Stockton to check out the Virgin Megastore to PAH-ruse the $10 DVD sale. I spent so long in there I forgot about actually eating. So on my way back I picked up a subway sandwich(turkey sandwiches are 2.50 on Wednesdays) and a coffee. I ALSO picked up a SF Weekly which has become my new favorite publication.
Article on the Haight. Thought it was interesting. Dont get me wrong, Im all for expression and damning the man, but seriously, homeless 16 year olds isnt cool. And for everyone that thinks the Haight is this hip cool district with flare, check this out.
I heard Danielle Steel lives in Pacific Heights. Apparently her house is reediculous. Going to find it this weekend. Do you think she has sex slaves?

WOTD: Productive

WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE!?!?!?!!?
I have a feeling this premiere is going to be a let down. Shes going to not choose either or some shit like that.
klajsdfkl;jasdlf. grrr. Im McAnxious.

ps.

I heard a new saying this weekend that made me soo thrilled I couldnt stand it. BNT. Bridge 'n' Tunnel. For anything that is so "East Bay" or "South Bay" or just basically isnt the city. Ex. Nordstroms Rack. Strip Malls. Parking Lots.

"Hey look! Nordstroms Rack! I havent been there yet."
"Oh thats so BNT."

ahahahahahahahah. fan tas tic.

another sidenote: Greys Anatomy premiere in T minus 3 days and counting. HOLY effing SHIT. Im excited. Top Model premiere 2 days. Im McExcited.

TBD...To Be Discovered...

Id like to start off this Monday morning with a disclaimer: Dont talk shit on my city. If you dont like it, DONT live here. No one is forcing you to. I LOVE it here. I dont want to hear "how the hell do you live in this place?" Well, I paid my rent and go to work, thats how.
People are constantly telling me "they could never live in the city." Which is fine. It ISNT for everyone. I feel the same way about NYC. I dont know if I could ever live there, but I totally admire the people who can. I dont talk shit about because 1. Steph would kick me via blogger and 2. Because I have no actual experience in that beautiful East Coast version of SF(in my eyes at least:)).
I love SF. I love bars that use street cleaning water hoses as means to get people to go home. I love walking everywhere. I love that everyday, you have NO idea what will happen or who you will meet. I love that because I never drive anywhere, I have the possibility of getting drunk at anytime of the day and any day of the week.

So there. aaaaah, venting. haha.

As Carrie on Sex and the City would say, "Dont talk shit on my city."

Nonsense

Theres not real reason for this post. Basically, im getting flustered with everything I have get done this week and now I am faced with a wardrobe crisis which needs to remedied IMMEDIATELY. Well, as soon as i get home at least.

Post Office- Bite me.
San Francisco Soup Company- Marry me.
Nordstroms- Stop raping my bank account.
Muni- Dont be late anymore. I love you but this is getting absurd.
Apt.- Im glad you're clean. Good luck with the rest of the week though.
Man in front of Walgreens last night- Dont yell at me about being white. You, sir, are white yourself.
Stonestown Mall- Thank you for only being 3 minutes away.
Tourists- stop taking pictures of the TransAmerica building while im trying to walk. its a flippin building with corporate offices in it.
New Weberstown Shopping Centre- I am v. excited for your opening on the 28th. I hear you're getting a Bloomingdales. Lovely.
SF Weekly- Thanks for the updates.

My hero idol...

I just got swept up in nostalgia that I forgot the true reason for blogging today. This Tuesday. This fine Tuesday that had a Muni back-up and caused this city dweller to be 45 minutes late to work. Oh Tuesday. Tuesdays have never been my thing. I always feel a little off on Tuesday. Things start to go into limbo on Tuesday, making an awkward transition to the rest of the week. Its also about this time that I start really wishing it were Friday.

Anywho, I found this article about Banksy's latest hit! For those of you not in the know, Banksy is this artist who has been known to replace works of art with his own "versions" of them. As well as many grafittied walls and famous replicas all over the world. His latest target: Paris Hilton. I wont go into detail because I know ifyou're reading this you can read the article in the link, but basically, Banksy made a artistic masterpiece.(Note: he doesnt actually paint on orginials or steal artwork. So all you art majors, chill the eff out.)

BREAKING NEWS. As Im writing this post, I find a new article from about 12 hours ago, that Banksy has hit Disneyland! In the Big Thunder Mountain Ride, Banksy placed an inflatable doll dressed up as a Guantanamo Bay inmate. The figure went unoticed(at least by park officials) for about 90 minutes. As you can see, Banksy is all about the statement.

memories..

someone just called our main line with a 530 area code. and he was super friendly even though we werent the company he was looking for.

made me miss home a little.

my exsential life crisis...

I know I spelled that wrong. And I dont care. Im not in the mood to care if i added an extra letter or misplaced letters. This is far more serious that any grammatical error.

Im having a life crisis. For those of you that know me well, this happens, oh about every 6 months. So I may be playing a downgraded version of the "boy who cried wolf" or maybe this is the real thing.

I was asked on friday what I wanted to do ultimately in my career path. Usually(and most of the time) I either have an idea or can at least bullshit an acceptable response. BUT NOT ON THIS DAY. I literally stuttered and my mind drew a complete blank as I tried my best to sound like an intelligent human being. I spent the rest of the day in a jumble of questions. What do I want to do? Do I even want to do advertising anymore? Have I been kidding myself for the last 4 years?
So, naturally, I called mom. I came to the conclusion that Ive been pushing this writing/publishing thing out of my head for so long and it keeps peeking out every now and then. I dont know why I keep pushing it to the side, but now Im thinking, maybe I should try it out. So, new side projects include researching publishing houses in the city and start trying to figure out what the next step is.

GROWING UP IS SO HARD.