Quizzical

So I'm just having a major middle school flashback and doing online quizzes. Here were some fun ones:

What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means

Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are! You have a total sweet tooth. When you can get away with it, you like to have dessert before dinner! Your taste in food tends to be quite eclectic and wide. You are an adventurous eater, and you like many types of cuisines. You are probably a fairly normal, upper middle class person. You don't rock the boat too often. You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you. Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist.

What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?

What Your Fridge Says About You

You like to be surrounded by things you love. You aren't exactly greedy, but you can be materialistic at times. You are not careful with your money. In fact, you rarely think about how much you are spending. You don't tend to be a very adventurous person, but you do surprise everyone now and then. You have a bit of a wild side. You try to be responsible, but you don't always succeed. Your heart is in the right place though. You are likely single - and spending many nights alone at home.

What Do the Contents of Your Refrigerator Say About You?

Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"

You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love. You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!) Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get

What Does Your Candy Heart Say?

What I'm supposed to be doing: studying for my Spanish test tomorrow, preparing for my molecular biology lab tomorrow
What I'm listening to: Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, Sean Kingston
What I wish I was doing: watching School of Rock or the end of tonight's Top Model...

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. -Groucho Marx

So a couple weeks ago I did something pretty awesome: I went to the library.

I had forgotten about that library smell, of book glue and dust. It's disgusting and sicky sweet, but I like it. I hadn't been there in so long and I was positive that anyone watching me would know that immediately. I was afraid that they would think that I'm illiterate. "I read! It's just usually something from my extensive home library," I thought defiantly as my eyes darted about the aisles of books at the other library-goers, "It's just usually Harry Potter..." Eventually, after pretending I knew exactly what I was doing, I located the fiction section and proceeded to browse for any of the long list of books I had been wanting to read. Finally, I found a solitary copy of "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath and snatched it greedily from the shelf. Success! I then wandered back toward the front to check it out, and on the way I spied something that intrigued me along the south wall: a used book sale! All good sense told me that I probably wouldn't find anything, and as i began to casually peruse the shelves, I seemed to be right. Stacks of tacky romance novels and Mary Higgins Clark mysteries that I only read at the airport sat before me, yet I had this inexplicable desire to find something interesting. I was drawn to these tomes against my nagging hunger (I was on my lunch break) and I searched a little more diligently. Finally, I was rewarded when I stumbled across this little treasure, for only one dollar: "Throw Like a Girl- stories" by Jean Thompson.


I knew I was going to like it right away so now I headed to the checkout (for reals) and opted for the electronic checkout so that I wouldn't have to answer any awkward questions about where I had been all these years. I procured my library card, that I had found while cleaning my room, yellowed and cracked with my eleven-year-old face staring vacantly out of its frame, and scanned the bar code. "NOPE!" beeped the checkout machine, "Invalid entry. Please see front desk for assistance." Dang! I was going to have to face the humans after all. I was cut off at the pass by a large group of girls who looked to be about 9. I stepped back and tried to remain composed and calm, like I did this everyday. I didn't want the little girls in on my secret. Once it was my turn I approached the desk and handed my card to the lady. I waited with bated breath as she scanned it and I was rewarded, once again, with the beep that blared "NOPE!" "It seems you are no longer in our system," smiled the sympathetic librarian. She directed me to the other side where I filled out an application, had my picture taken, and was presented with a brand new library card. =] How embarrassing though; the school librarian's daughter doesn't have a current library card because she doesn't read. So awkward.

Welp, now I am officially literate and I look forward to my next library adventure with a little more confidence.

♥

Happy Birthday, Harry Potter!

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In honor of Harry Potter's birthday, allow me to share some amazing Harry tidbits.

Then and Now:
Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson

Potter Quotes:

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." - Albus Dumbledore

"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." - Sirius Black

" It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more." - Albus Dumbledore

"The hats have gone," Hermione said happily. "Seems the house-elves do want freedom after all."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Ron told her cuttingly. "They might not count as clothes. They didn't look anything like hats to me, more like woolly bladders."

"It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies." - Albus Dumbledore

"Accio, brain!" - Ron Weasley


And finally, the trailer for The Half-Blood Prince. Omg, I'm so excited!!

Well I Don't Expect The World to Move Underneath Me

So yesterday at work, I was sitting at Michael's computer computing some accounting stuff for Gary when I heard a vaguely familiar deep rumbling sound and my chair started to move... only itwasn't just my chair. It was my chair, and my desk, and the walls, and the office, and the ground. I heard Charlotte in the hallway struggling to stay on her feet in her 4-inch heels and the entire accounting department thundering down the stairs (I've never seen Gary move so quickly). Yup, it was an earthquake.
Originally reported as a 5.8, the 5.4 quake struck at 11:42am near Diamond Bar and Chino Hills. The shaking lasted a long time; I was surprised. They say that people could feel it as far away as San Diego or even Las Vegas. There was no major damage or injuries reported.
Of course, the phone and internet lines were immediately tied up, but not because of damage; big-mouthed people were just burning up the lines with their accounts of the "traumatic" event. For about an hour, nonstop, the office chatter and all of the radio frequencies were bursting of tales of those who were a little (forgive me) shaken up. People were blabbing about how they had to call and make sure their loved ones were alright, and comparing the shaker to the Northridge quake of 94. Seriously? not even close. The Richter scale is logarithmic, remember? 5.4... 6.8... not exactly the same thing. Calm down people.
Maybe this is sick and twisted of me, but I've been kind of waiting for an earthquake for a while now. I kind of like them. It's a roller coaster-type feeling, only weirder. It's like surfing on solid ground. It does mess with your sense of reality and stability though. The scariest and most poetic part about an earthquake is that your most stable surface, your anchor, and the thing that you rely on and expect to be solid, is moving under you. Your entire world is literally rumbling beneath your feet. It's bizarre. I love it.
I waited anxiously for aftershocks, and while there were several reports of them, I didn't feel any... =(

There's so much to blog! There's no time to rinse!

The Answer is D: Huntington Boob
So I went down to see Melanie in Huntington one weekend now that she's all settled and bored out of her mind. Her little place is pretty cute and super close to the beach and perfect for her. Once I got there, we decided to hit up BJ's on Main Street since she hadn't eaten at all, and I had only consumed food units from Burger King (a noteworthy occurrence). There, we had the bestest pazookie and the worstest service, but hey, we successfully got our parking validated and avoided that one bar we "accidentally" walked into. After a few episodes of the Office (Kevin: "Will you please say, 'This is due back on Thursday,'?"), we decided to hit the hay because we had a big day ahead of us.
We woke up bright and early and got our Jack in the Box breakfast and went and sat on a curb for a few hours until we reached our goal: the RVCA Warehouse sale! It was amazing, and let's just say, for every 5 shirts you bought, you got a 6th free, and well... we got 2 free shirts. Once we had finally secured our purchases, we went back to her place for a fashion show (fashion show! fashion show at lunch!). Basically, we're hot.

Then Kari came over and we hit up the beach. Sun, sand, sunscreen, shades, pringles, and trashy magazines... Oh! and we found out that Clay Aiken is going to be a father. We read this whole thing about how through artificial insemination, he and his friend Jaymes were going to have a baby (and we're thinking, how else would that happen with two men?) We were freaking out for like 5 whole minutes and then I continued to read the article, and don't worry, Jaymes is definitely a woman. Haha, because he enjoyed this good news so much, Rob decided to join us in the sun.

I lover the beach.
Aren't we precious?
Aw, I like them.
After baking for a few more hours than we should have, we went our separate ways to get cleaned up (in my case, to take a nap) and get ready for dinner. We went to Wood Ranch because Nugg had never been there and still thought GoodWood was yummy! Don't worry: BBQ ribs, tri-tip steak, rolls, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, and incredible mashed potatoes... she's converted. =]
Then, because we weren't fat enough, we went to Dairy Queen for some delicious treats and froze our butts off until we were smart enough to seek refuge in Nona. It was a delicious and cozy ending to my little visit.


That's life. This is Walgreens.

So first of all, what kind of gas station doesn't have a bathroom?! I mean, I've seen out of order, closed for cleaning, and other such non-usable restrooms, but none at all? really? Anywho, while waiting for Rob to feed Nona, Melanie, Kari, and I realized the filled-to-capacity nature of our bladders and went in search of a restroom. Being unsuccessful, we looked to the Walgreens across the street for the answers (because life isn't always perfect, that's why there's Walgreens). We hopped in Chief, pulled into the parking lot, and all but power-walked inside. Following Kari's advice we headed to the back and as we veered around a corner, there it was, with only a keypad lock between us and freedom. Dead end. Trying to lighten the mood, I waltzed right up to it and said jokingly, "Don't worry guys, I know the code," and pushed a few choice buttons. Viola! it swung wide open. I turned to Kari and Mel nonchalantly and ushered them inside, where I burst into a fit of laughter. I won't tell you what the code was (that's my secret), but basically, I'm awesome.
Oh, and we got to pee. =]

Happy Birthday, Nugglesaurus!
So for the 23rd birthday of L. Nugglesworth, she, Veronica, Alden, Seth, and I all ventured down to Golf n Stuff to further our golf careers with putting practice. Then we went back to Jenn's house for Guesstures and dino cake. Here are some highlights from the evening:
-Seth got his mission call to Melbourne, Australia-- Mandarin speaking!
-I had to go to "Compton" to return our clubs
-lying to Alden about my actual score
-somebody (Seth?) lost their ball near the end, and didn't bother to get a new one.
-the soda machine was broken = no Pepsi for Melanie =(
-when [brilliant] George tried to light the fake candle that the dino was holding...
-that lemonade =]
-artichoke?!
-the Joker toy that made me cry
-Veronica's accident
-spilling cake (chocolate frosting side down) on Jenn's carpet
-"Impatient!"
-Veronica: *slap, slap, hiss* Seth: "Hippo!" Veronica: *points* "Yes."


Ok, That pretty much sums it up. There was much, much more, but I feel that this has gone on long enough. Until next time, Adios!

Snails See the Benefits, the Beauty in Every Inch

So I finally found my favorite Cyanide and Happiness comic ever.
Enjoy.

Namesake

So, good old Newbury Park...
You know you're in N.P. because somebody used a "1001 Best Baby Names" book to name all of the streets around you. Our main roads include Wendy and Lynn, with some important shortcuts on Ruth, Walter, and West Kelly(but only if you know the code). Who could forget waiting on Lupe for your mom to pick you up from Sequoia? Or laughing when you passed Bob Court? *sigh* I just wouldn't feel at home without passing Gerald and Theresa. Here are a few of my favorites =]

One short day in the Emerald City

So I saw Wicked last night at the Pantages... SO GOOD(as expected)! For Grandma's birthday and Mother's Day, we took her out for a girls' night with her daughter-in-laws and granddaughters. It was so fun. We got dressed up and went to dinner at Chevy's. I'd never been there and it was super tasty, but I kept awkwardly leaning over the table, straining to see the tv at the bar to find out the score of the Laker game. *sigh* Even on girls' night I'm a boy... Then we went to the theatre and found a perfect parking spot right across Hollywood Blvd. Naturally, we took pictures with the stars and attempted to get the Wicked poster behind us. Then as Charlotte, Lindy, Alyson and I posed for a picture on the corner, the "grownups" crossed the street without us, leaving us to scramble frantically after them in our heels as the timer menacingly reminded us that angry drivers were revving up their engines, preparing for the green light. Never fear, we made it.
So then we went inside and enjoyed the general splendor and elegance of the architecture and found our seats: dead center, very back row. Oh well. Once we had secured some munchies and received a sharp reprimand from the usher for taking pictures inside, the lights dimmed and it was time for the show =] At the opening chord of the overture, my heart began to flutter with all-consuming joy and I had to refrain from singing along. It was phenomenal, possibly even better than the first time I saw it. Oh, and it was the same guy that played Fierro that I saw in New York! I was so happy. I love black Fierro. "No Good Deed" is still my favorite number. UGH so good! gives me chills every time! I was really impressed that the actors took such a popular and well-known production and made the characters their own. I was amazed by their musical prowess, as they altered the emphasises (<--- is that a word?) in the songs and changed it just enough from the original to be noticed. I don't know if I'm really describing it right, but I hope you know what I mean.
Anywhoo, I just wanted to share my amazing experience. If you haven't seen it, go! It's expensive, but it's worth it.