Psychic Powers? Or just friends with me for waay too long?

Knowing someone for 13 years is not for nought. Indeed, my best friend knows me so well that it’s scary! As you all probably know, I am going to be studying abroad in Florence this summer. Since this is going to be my first time traveling alone, I had some ideas of my own that’s now shattered by the email Dana sent me today. The following is an episode of: “good idea, bad idea”.

Me: oh-mi-gosh that 15-piece luggage set looks soooo cute!
Dana’s advice: you NEED to PACK LIGHTLY. Thieves look for people with too much stuff who can't keep track of it all. You need to be mobile, so you can carry everything together. This will really help you when you travel later also.

Me: Man! What if I get lost? I guess I can just cry… I’ll look so pathetic that people will ask me if I need help before I even ask it!
Dana’s advice: the important thing when traveling alone is just look like you know what you are doing. Even if you don't.

Me: hmmm, what if I get lost? That’s ok; I’ll just look at maps! And read my guidebook while walking! And I can always ask some nice people on the street for help, because everyone’s nice in Florence and we should just all have one big group hug!
Dana’s advice: don't stand in the middle of a street holding a map - go find a small restaurant or a bathroom or something. Don't ask anyone for directions -- ask an airline employee, a store clerk, or a family. Word your request like you know what you are doing, but got a little off track, as opposed to being totally lost.

Dana, I stand in awe of your clairvoyance. Though, I reiterate, it is kinda scary…

Best Friend, A Tribute

HI DANA! Did I ever tell you people about my best friend Dana? She is absolutely one of the most beautiful people in the world. We've known each other for like 14 years and I just love her! She has such a big heart and at this hour I would just like to say: Dana, you're a great friend, and I know that we'll be friends for years and years to come. Thanks for the wise advice and laughter throughout these years, you're a God-send!

I ADDED COMMENTS COMMENTS COMMENTS!!!! I am so proud of myself I am an internet-goddess!!! YAY COMMENTS!!!

Note to self: 2 cups of coffee at 10pm is entirely too much...

Ok so today I saw... I saw this SNAKE just, just slithering across the school PARKING LOT! god it was the most nasty, disturbing, gross, scary, disgusting thing. It just like, slithering, sideways you know? into this disturbingly distorted "S" shape...a MOVING "S" shape that's just gross and nasty and ugh!!!! I screamed and screamed oh-my-god it was so scary, just SLITHERING like that in the PARKING lot with incredible, sickening speed. That parking lot will never be the same again...

Ps: I HATE snakes, TERRIFIED of them oh-my-goodness they are so frightening! *shudder* I'm so getting nightmares tonight...

2AM Power Surge

So, I messed around all day and didn’t get much studying done. Now it is 2 AM and all of a sudden I get this big adrenaline rush like a million milligrams of caffeine has just surged through my body… say hello to another sleepless night and another good afternoon.

Puzzeled

It is true that everyone is good at something in particular and no one is good at everything. Ever since I was little I couldn’t put together a puzzle to save my life. My cousin whom I grew up with, however, possessed a certain mystical force that always allowed her to solve even the most difficult puzzles in no time at all. Our past time of putting puzzles “together” really consisted of me watching her work her Sherlockian magic. In high school my best friend was the same way and needless to say, it’s never been very much fun for me to figure out puzzles “together” with those around me. Over the years my extreme lack of confidence in puzzlery has left me timid and useless around pieces of such pictographs, and just as I thought that I would never play with puzzles for fun again, Chris IMed me to tell me that he got us a puzzle. No. Not just a puzzle, a 1000 pieces puzzle. I immediately felt this shiver of fear and inadequacy down my spine, and as I tried not to be entirely too pessimistic, I told him bluntly that I am retarded at such games. Thinking he’d be disappointed, I was filled with joy when the reply came, in big, bold, capital letters saying, “ME TOO! I SUCK BAD!” *cue heavenly music* gosh I felt, I felt like Shrek when he found out that princess Fiona was too, an ogre and they accepted and loved each other and lived happily ever after! Yep, I had that exact “Shrek” moment. Ah love….

Showdown with Reptile

I forgot my cell in the car. In an attempt to retrieve my phone, I had a close encounter with a tailless lizard just sitting there smack-dab in the middle of the darn cobblestone walkway. I stood there, palms sweaty, wondering if I should sneak by it, jump over it, or get my tushy back up to my apartment and wait for it to go away. I attempted, several times, after gathering up my courage to just simply walk right past it but failed... I just couldn’t get the image of a lizard latching onto my ankles out of my head. After standing there staring at the lizard for a good 5 minutes trying to intimidate him into moving, I chose the last option, I quietly walked back up to my apartment in defeat. Not even the addiction to my cell phone can empower me to walk by a reptile. Sad…so, so, sad.

Found this on the web, it has all kinds of different results, try it with capitalization and without. Have fun!

♥Jean and ♥Chris

Might adopt four elitist kids. Crazy about being able to play all kinds of games when the time is right. Are so cute.

Orchestrated by ianiceboy

Nostalgic for my favorite Cartoon, "Animaniacs," I took a quiz to see which character I am most akin to. Don't know how accurate the test is, but I absolutely am Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fana Bo Besca, the Third.



Which Animaniacs Character are You?

You're cute! And, when you're not, it's not pretty. Sure, you like girly stuff,
like pink frilly outfits, flowers, adorable baby animals, tiny boxes that you can't fit
anything in, and tiny doll-sized clothing, but you're also quite the firebrand! People
who scorn you, and just plain stupid people who get in your way, often pay dearly. You
are nearly as likely to jump up and kiss someone as to drop an anvil on someone's head! You
are not the sort to be trifled with. You are, after all, Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa
Francesca Banana Fana Bo Besca, the Third.

Click here to see my Livejournal.

Fellowship of the wine:

In a gathering of 3 men and 2 women, we were ready to talk about anything and everything after too much beer and a bottle of wine. Nothing was taboo and no opinions were held back. It was a colorful cross-fire of sharp tongues between future litigants and intimate details between friends. Both being happily taken, my girlfriend and I were shocked and amazed at the men’s revelation of their loves won and lost. Could it be that the romantic emotionalism heretofore attributed exclusively to women is a myth? The men told tales of love at first sight (indeed most of them believe in love at first sight, I don’t) and their belief of a “soul mate”. They spoke of the desire to find that someone they were meant to be with for the rest of their lives, the one they would do anything for. Their tough exteriors were stripped to bare its core, vulnerable, sensitive, hopelessly romantic and entirely absent of what my friend Lisa calls - the “man gene.” Pessimistic about ever finding “the one”, the men expressed their desire to just have lots of sex instead to compensate (shucks, “man gene” is still in their genome after all). So maybe it is true that socio-biology dictates men to be more emotionally and physically promiscuous than women, but perhaps men and women aren’t so different after all. Perhaps deep down, men and women alike are just creatures of this world looking for that one person to come home to, that one person to be their best friend, that one person to understand them the most, that one person to love, serve, and share their lives with. And while women get made fun of when we watch “sappy” love stories branded “chick flicks”, perhaps men are just uncomfortable with how close the subject hits to home as they struggle between their true feelings and the confines of social mores. And while women have come to a place in this world where we can climb the corporate ladder with stilettos, men are still confined by the ancient cages of ill-defined masculinity, forced to compartmentalize their feelings. The winds are changing; the balance of power is shifting. Perhaps the world just needs to be on wine, after this night, it seems clear that we’d all understand each other a lot better with more wine...

Attached to the Hip

Up until yesterday I never realized that I’m a Siamese twin. So my cell ran out of batteries and I left the charger in Chris’s car, what did I do? I ran around like a crazy woman. I went to court, clinching the phone tightly in my fist, as if the battery would just magically come back to life the next time I turn it on. Throughout the night I would check, and re-check my cell by turning it on and off to see if it indeed was, dead. In the morning I borrowed another cell phone and left 4 messages on Chris’s machine pleading for him to come and bring me the charger. He eventually did, and I found out that I had missed 13 calls…breathing a sigh of relief I said “hello world!”, as if I ever left it in the first place…

Ps: I’m forming a group called CA (cellphonalics Anonymous); it’s a de-tox program 1 hour at a time. Baby steps. Anyone interested?

Just drove home from court in the pouring rain. We had Mock Trial today, I was an emotionally distressed witness. And since I can cry on cue, even as I was testifying I was debating on whether or not to shed a few tears, but decided in the end that getting all choked up and trying to force tears back was more effective. After the trial an opposing witness came up to us and said she thought I was an actress…hmmm…maybe I should quit law school and give Hollywood a try, anything to take me away from all this law school angst! Although, truth be told, I love going to court, it almost makes all this damned effort seem worth while. I guess I’m gonna have to put off Hollywood for now… who knows, I’ll pick it up when I’m 50 and prove to skeptics that 50 year old woman can still get roles…