Monthly Archive for March, 2006

“You can waste a lot of time if you really set your mind to it”

Wow. 2 weeks since my last blog…you’d think I had some sort of life. Nevertheless, I’ve come across random realizations these past 2 weeks. They are as follows (and in no particular order):

1. Newport Beach Public Library = the greatest place on earth. The study rooms have ocean views, the books are rarely checked out (turns out the rich BUY their books), there are no smelly bums or sticky children and sometimes they have free coffee. They let me check out up to 25 books for free and then when I’m done reading ‘em I don’t have to find a place to put them in my apartment…I get to take them back and store them at the Library. It’s like my own personal gigantic bookshelf.

2. Everything wedding related is overpriced.

3. Everything wedding related is foo-foo (ya know, like taffeta or organza or oversized or lacy). I hate foo-foo.

4. Unless I get a hold of my budget, my brother is going to have to act as bridesmaid, groomsman, officiant, valet parking guy, waiter, bartender, dj, and possibly caterer at my wedding.

5. I am NOT going to turn this blog into a “wedding planning” redux.

6. I have no idea why my fiance wants to marry me — I am a mess and have nothing to offer but school debt and expensive shoes. Meanwhile, he’s got everything together…but don’t tell him I said that.

7. Nyquil when you have a cold must feel 1/100th of what an epidural feels like to a woman in labor.

8. Ben Harper should be deemed a national treasure. His new album hasn’t left my cd player since the day it came out.

9. In case you’re wondering how to put an inevitable end to a public relationship, do this. Or this. Tori Spelling’s Fiance is an idiot…god I hope he doesn’t sign a prenup (or he gets something from it for doing that to his body).

10. I’ve been waiting for my life to “start”. As soon as I’m done with school, as soon as I’m married, as soon as that bill is paid off, as soon as I lose 10 lbs then real life will start or then I’ll do [fill in the blank]. Turns out, that stuff was my life. And to think this whole time it has been passing me by…

…but the tables are gonna turn….as soon as I get into law school…

“Dream a little dream….of me”

I dream every night without fail. I dream in color. I dream vividly and remember every tiny detail the next day. It turns out, I am in the minority with people who can do this. Honestly, some days I have actually stop and think if my dream happened in real life, real time… It’s wonderfully soothing and terrible all wrapped into one. They say (and by “they”, I mean the therapists I’ve seen) that dreams are the things that you won’t allow yourself to think about during the day. They are your problems manifesting themselves and forcing your body/mind/soul to address them. I like that… And if you knew what kind of dreams I’ve had, you would agree. Dreams are the best and worst gift life can offer.

I told this to my fiance and he said…*clears throat* and I quote “You dream every night?!?! I don’t. I wish I did. Ya know…*gets serious look on face* it’s been a LONG time since I’ve had a good jumping dream…”.

*blank stare*

Me: What?!

Him: I have these dreams where I am the best jumper in the WORLD. I’m not kidding I can jump so good and so high. Oh man…I wish I could dream that tonight…

Me: Riiiiiiighhht… (but secretly wishing that I had nothing else to haunt me in my sleep except not being able to jump high enough in real life…)


“Truly. Madly. Deeply.”

“That’s how I roll…”

For my birthday (oddly, I turned 21…again…), my fiance got me a limo (among other things) to tote us along throughout the evening.

It. was. awesome.

I have come to the conclusion that there is no other way to travel but by limo. I have got to figure out how to incorporate this into my daily budget. I feel so archaic driving MYSELF around when I know that somewhere around town, there is a chrysler stretch limo with a driver by the name of Francisco waiting to pick me up. I know that there are people starving in China and all but…c’mon…this is a NECESSITY.

Francisco, I’m over here…

Note: Despite the overwhelming eternal desire to, I did not try to bribe Francisco to say “Yes Ms. Daisy, I’ll be a honkin’” in a southern accent. I resisted the temptation….but it was not easy my friend.

“Just the Way You Look Tonight…”

Well, as usual, my trip to Vegas was eventful. But this trip was particularly eventful (pics to be posted later)!

We rolled into town around 7:30 on March 1. I, of course, was exhausted after getting up early to pack and to put in a few extra hours at the office before I took off for an extremely long weekend. We check in and the Bellagio room is, of course, gorgeous. I go up to the room to change clothes and get ‘vegas cute’. My boyfriend is acting a little weird but nothing worth pointing out. He starts talking about the midnight water show at the Bellagio. Now, I LOVE that silly water show. It is literally one of my favorite things in the WORLD. Seriously. But c’mon…I’m tired and we’ve got the whole weekend ahead of us…do we really need to go to the water show at MIDNIGHT our first night there? I think at one point I even say, “Really, is the midnight water show gonna be any different than the 8 p.m. water show?!” Nevertheless, he is adamant…we are going.

It’s now around 9:00 p.m. and I’m even more exhausted. We went down to the main floor and walked around (during which time I realize that my very stylish shoes are cutting into my foot and making me bleed). After changing my expensive/stylish shoes to comfy “flip/flops” for the remainder of the evening, we decide to look at the shops of the Bellagio and go eat dinner. During dinner, my boyfriend keeps his wool coat on the entire time…a lot weird. But again, its vegas baby…people act funny there. He continues to mention how excited he is for the midnight water show. So, I order coffee to pep me up and keep me warm. It works.

So around 11:15, we go out to watch the water shows (this is where it gets good people) which are playing every 15 minutes. They rock. Honestly, the songs were romantic and the fountains/lights were incredible per usual. Despite the fact that I was freezing my ‘noonies’ off and that my boyfriend never offered me his coat, I was having a good time waiting for the last show the midnight water show.

At around midnight, the crowd is waiting for the last showing anxious to see what song starts to play. “Ooooooohhhhhhhh….say can you see…..” rings out of the speakers. Everyone laughs because “The Star Spangled Banner” is so inappropriate for midnight in Vegas and it is just simply an awful rendition of the song. But, my boyfriend takes it especially hard and I hear him say “You have GOT to be kidding me…” I laugh because he was so excited for this.

After the song stops, the lights dim and the water begins to still. I am freezing and turn to go back inside. He lingers and reaches into the pocket of the jacket that he has been hogging all night. He keeps his fingers wrapped tightly around an object so that I can’t quite see what it is yet. He kisses me sweetly and then says, “Baby, I have to ask you a question…”. “What?”, I say. As he unravels his fingers to display a tiny blue box (that shade of Tiffany blue that I’ve grown to adore when it comes to receiving presents or, just in general actually) and begins to fall to his knee he asks, “Will you marry me?” He asks right there one week before my birthday; in front of my favorite hotel; at the very spot where, nearly three and a half years ago, I used to throw quarters into the fountain wishing for my ex-boyfriend to come back; the same spot where I received a phone call from my boyfriend/fiance saying he was searching for a job near me and away from home to be with me; and at the same spot where I, a year ago, had thrown quarters in the fountain wishing for this very moment.

At this point, I half think he is joking and laugh…then I look into his sweet face and realize that he is not. My first response: “What?!?! Did you ask my dad?” He smiles because he knows me so well and says, “Over a month ago…I was waiting for this trip and the water show.” I say, “Well, WHEN did you talk to my parents without me knowing?!” He obviously is becoming irritated and says, “Can you just answer my question and then I’ll tell you all about it?”

“Of course I’ll marry you!”, I say. God, I’d have to be a fool not to. So, we start to walk up to our room and he begins to tell me all the details. We get to the room and he has ordered very expensive champagne and chocolate covered strawberries from my favorite candy place in the Bellagio. We laugh because The Star Spangled Banner was the song of choice that evening (we later found out that they chose that song this one time to play because it was the anniversary of its writing…and for some reason, Bellagio chose to honor it at that moment). In my boyfriend’s (excuse me, “fiance’s) defense, he called the Bellagio and wanted to play a different song at midnight but they couldn’t for ‘technical’ reasons. He probably would have waited for the next night but…the berries/champagne and all…

The most romantic night of my life happened while I was wearing “flip flops”…and the funny thing is, I didn’t mind at all.


Only in America is it possible that the actor who said “sharted” can win an oscar not even 2 years later…

Do you think that Phillip Seymour Hoffman is afraid that when he goes on Jay Leno or Connan o’ Brien that they are going to put that scene on constant loop just to humiliate him?

Also, is anyone completely and utterly bored to tears with the Academy Awards? Yeah, me too.