The other night after a long trail ride I found a squashed bug between my bra and my boob. Amused, I thought, hey.. there could be worse ways to die. Then I freaked out a little bit because it was a bug.

Now, a few days afterwards, the area itches like hell. I think the fucker bit me before it died by boobage.

So, I took the day off today and packed a bunch of my stuff and moved it to the new place. My clothes, all my dishes, pots, pans, and utensils, most of my food, bathroom stuff, and the rest of my linens. Basically all that's left is a few refrigerated items (not much because I haven't been grocery shopping), my bed, my desk/computer, and bedroom and living room furniture. I'm not sure what I'm going to do for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow morning. I have cereal which I could do for both meals, but all I have to eat it with would be big plastic cups. And I think the only plastic utensils I have are forks. hrm. I do have my microwave, so popcorn may be on the menu as well. Oh! And I have starbucks lowfat latte ice cream.. but if I have that I'll have to eat it with a fork as well.

Anyways, random musings. Maybe I should order something.

In the afternoon I spent a few hours at the dog park with China, since she's kind of freaking out about the chaos of moving these past few days. She's very concerned I'm going to leave her so whenever she gets outside, she runs over to the truck and won't leave it until I go and physically get her to come back inside. Anyways, I ran into this old lady I mentioned a while back who wants desperately to set me up with her son. She's a sweet old lady with good intentions, but she smells a bit like dog pee and cigarettes.. and I think today she was a little sauced. Her son apparently has yellow fever and she's very intent on setting him up with me. Guys with asian fetishes freak me out. Anyways, she wanted me to give her my cell number to give to her son. I was hesitant on doing that.. for obvious reasons. But I couldn't totally blow off the old lady, so I gave her my email. At least then I can say I didn't recieve the email letter because of uhhh... net problems. Yeah, that's it.

Which Sex and the City Vixen Best Matches Your Sex Style?

There are disturbances in the force.. well, maybe not, but there sure are on my gastrointestinal pathways. They are hyperactive on an accelerated rate. It happens at the same time everyday, so I thought it was the cheese I was eating for lunch.. but today I had none and its bad.. it's bad I tell ya! Well, I supose it could've been the Trader Joe's bean and cheese enchilada I had.

Argh, I'm totally out of quarters and I have no cash. Er.

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Ahh! So much to do in preparation for my move.

1. Ride Isabella tonight and Friday morning.
2. Get quarters for laundry.
3. I hate laundry!! Damn you laundry.
4. Eat sushi.
5. Pack clothes.
6. Pack kitchen items.
7. Wait for cable guy.
8. Wait for washer/dryer delivery. Do you see how pretty my new washer dryer combo is?? Yep, it's expensive. But I bought a scratch/dent model with a $225 rebate from PG&E and EbMUD.
9. Coordinate moving
10. Order pizza/drinks for the masses. I'm thinking a few Lanesplitter's Carnivores will do the trick. Awwwyeah. Maybe an additional cheese pizza for prosperity's sake.
11. Unpack!

Whoa, Nellie. This is totally cute.

Today I decided to forgo my weekly hike because it was friggin hot out, and my allergies were killing me. It turned out I got a pretty good workout anyway moving all of my books over to my new apartment and setting up a few pieces of furniture I purchased from Pier 1. I really *really* didn't want to go to Ikea, so I spent a little bit more money.. but I really liked my purchases and I'm happy with the quality of the items I bought. Here's what I purchased:

2 glass cotton jars - I'm currently holding my Q-tips and cotton pads in Winnie the Poo cups.

A curtain liner for my shower

A pretty white cotton shower curtain with big, bright embroidered flowers - couldn't find a photo of this

3 sets of bronze metal butterfly lights - for the patio. They look like this except without the hooks. Is there a way to convert a light socket into an electrical outlet? There are no plugs out on the patio so I'm wondering how I'm going to plus them in. Anyone? Bueller?

A 3-tiered folding shelf for the bathroom - no cabinets in this new apartment. The bathroom's layout is a bit wierd.. and its the one thing I don't really like about the place, but eh.. at least it'll be accessorized well and that's what counts.

A very nice 5-shelved dark cherrywood bookcase which matched the current 3-shelved bookcase I have. I had to drive up to the friggin Pinole store for this, but it was worth it because it was only $60 on clearance. No picture because it was a clearance item.

A beautiful wrought iron floor lamp with glass beading and a beige paper shade. It's beautiful! It's more than I ever imagined I'd spend on a lamp, but I fell in love with it.

I unpacked and assembled all of the above pieces of furniture, in addition to moving and unpacking about 10 boxes filled with mainly books and linens and my old bookcase. Let me just say.. I've never sweat so much in my life. It was about 80-90 degrees today in Berkeley, and I was soaked from head to toe. I hope its not this bad next weekend when we have to move the heavier pieces of furniture. Heh, sucks to be my friends who are helping me move. Wait, they're probably reading this.

Session Start (AIM - Akasha1557:Syncrisis): Fri Apr 23 14:13:19 2004
Syncrisis: ive been letting some nasty cube farts fly
Akasha1557: are they loud?
Syncrisis: a few are
Syncrisis: the problem is that my chair is mesh, not solid, so i cant get any good vibration going
Akasha1557: find a metal chair
Akasha1557: and hold on to the bottom when you let it fly
Syncrisis: im not going to find a chair just to fart
Akasha1557: do it
Syncrisis: i am going to walk in to the lab, fart, and leave
Akasha1557: ok tell me how that goes
Akasha1557: you're making me laugh out loud.
Akasha1557: my office mate is gonna think I'm wierd
Akasha1557: did you do it?
Syncrisis: havent had to fart you are going to have to hold on for this one
Akasha1557: you're a fart tease
Syncrisis: who knows when next i will have to fart
Syncrisis: im a fart tease but im worth it because when i do they are loud and forceful
Syncrisis: like blow the covers off the bed
Akasha1557: smelly?
Syncrisis: depends on what ive eaten
Syncrisis: usually not too bad, although no one thinks their own farts are that bad
Akasha1557: China’s farts are vomit-inducing. you can almost taste them
Syncrisis: eww eww eww
Akasha1557: yeah. :(
Akasha1557: i'm gonna blog our fart conversation

It's true that when you live alone, your diet is pretty wierd. Last Sunday evening, I made green beans and tofu. I proceded to eat that meal for 3 nights straight. The next evening I picked up this awesome tandoori chicken from Mugal's (a really cheap good Indian restaurant in Berkeley). I ate that for the next two nights. Wednesday for lunch, after all of the froofy green beans and tofu I was jonesin' for some meat so I picked up a pastrami sandwich from Subway. I ate that for two days in a row. Eating out solves this problem, but usually you overeat and the food necessarily isn't that great for you (ie, the Barney's fried vegetable platter that Amit, Walt, and I shared last Saturday night.. it turned all the restaurant walls transparent and smote me by placing a small pimple on my chin. Damn you Barney's fried vegetable platter!)

Last night, I went with Merima, Walt, Amit, and Mark for Chinese food and a little whoopass movie called Kill Bill v2. Despite the good movies we've seen recently, we've had the unlucky forturne of sitting next to some complete dillweeds. Nonetheless, the movie was incredible genius and you should all go watch it now. All of the aforementioned people have blogs, so go read their journals. We're all journal geeks.

A little amusing anecdote which I thought was funny the other day when I got my truck repaired. For those of you that don't remember, I recently purchased a really nice audio system for my truck. The front console is purely for display and the receiver unfolds to access the controls, or you can use the remote control if you're too lazy to open it up. When I got my brakes replaced, the auto repair guy didn't know how to adjust the radio, so when he picked me up at the BART station with my truck, the radio was blaring the music station I was listening to at full blast in the morning. tee hee. He didn't know how to turn it down, so it had been stuck like that all day long. It's the little things in life like that which make me smile.

Amit's take on Angel Island. Don't forget to place your mouse over that top photo.. heheheh. Take that El Walto..

Ahh! Gotta write before Thursday hits to maintain my 5/day a week schedule.

I've definitely become more agro now that I have a commute to deal with. Stupid people galore.. today I drove to and from work, then to and from the barn where I rode Isabella. I just bought a new bridle that looks like this:



But of course, Isabella is much cuter than that horse. This was the first time in about a year I put a bit into her mouth and it was a little frustrating.. she's used to an S-hackamore which operates with pressure on different sides of the nose, so it soon came apparent that we had absolutely no brakes in the bit. She was learning to give to the pressure each way to the side, but stopping was a problem.

China was insistant on getting me pissed off today. This morning she ran up the apartment stairs after some cat at 6:30 in the morning. So, I couldn't really yell after her.. but instead fumed in courtesy silence until I got to her. Then at the barn, she proceded to chase all the barn cats around and follow me into the arena where dogs are not allowed.. especially when there are 10+ horses running around inside. ARGH! I wanna kick some doggy ass.

I'm pooped. Time to sleep.

I was watching 'American Idol' as I was working out tonight (sorry, that show along with 'The Swan' are my guilty secret pleasures). I just have to comment on one thing. What the heck's up with Paula?? She looked like she was on friggin morphine or demerol. What's wrong with her? Does her arm hurt that much she has to do the show stoned?

For the LOVE OF GOD, please check out Walt's site and view his most recent entry (4/20/04). Roll your mouse on top of the group photo. I can look at that picture all day.

It was kind of a crazy day, having to turn my truck into the auto service place and getting to/from work. I am reminded again why I hate taking BART. BART itself isn't too bad, but every single shuttle driver I've ridden with drives like a complete crazy. They drive as if the devil himself were chasing after them. Needless to say, I was a little green and naseous when I finally reached the SSF BART station. On BART, I proceded to fall asleep until the North Berkeley BART station.. it was a lovely nap.

For those of you that don't know, my brakes had been squealing horribly whenever they were used. Driving around Berkeley was getting to be quite obnoxious - combining the earth rattling sounds of my diesel engine, and my brakes which were reminiscent of long nails scraping slowly down a chalkboard. So, not only did the tree-hugging hippies hate me, normal Berkeley people hated me as well for poking holes through their ear drums.. understandable.

So, $250 later, I have silent brakes.. which leaves only the roar of my badass engine rumbling through traffic... *rrrawwwrr* *RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRR*

tee hee.

Today's weather forcast from MSN weather:

BERKELEY, CA -- MON: Scat Showers, 64/53. TUE: Ptly Cloudy, 65/51. WED: Ptly Cloudy

Scat showers?? I'm staying inside today.

I had a fun-filled weekend. Merima's birthday party was Friday night at which there were good times. I was quite intoxicated that night to the delight of everyone, and Amit said I kept cheering everyone with my drink. He counted 40-something times, which I highly doubt! Pfft.

Saturday was Walt's turn to be the funny drunk. We went dancing at 111 Minna and Cleve bought him a very large can of Sapporo beer. He was quite proud and protective of his massive amount of alcohol and held it to his chest protectively. I think I saw him making out with the can in the corner a few times. I was only slightly buzzed because I didn't feel so well, but I remember on the way home before I fell asleep I was laughing hysterically at Walt. He was completely goofy and crazy. Props to Amit for taking care of our drunk souls.

I finally got my haircut on Saturday.. I've been trying to find a good place in Berkeley to get it cut ever since I moved a year ago, and so I tried out Vine Street Salon. I'm pretty happy with my new cut. However, at the end when she was blowdrying my hair, she asked how I wanted it: smooth or curled. I replied, "Well, whatever you think will look good." Hmm.. not good. She kind of tussled the whole thing, put this powdery thing in my hair for "texture" and the resulting hairstyle looked something like a big mop. She looked at my hair as she was putting the finishing touches on it and gave it a scrunch and proclaimed. "See? Fun" Hmm.. "It's fun!" I had just come from the barn so I was pretty filthy.. so it looked like I had that toussled look on purpose from being out on the trail for 2 hours, not the "trendy" toussled look that's in style at the moment. Ah well. I went home and straightened everything out and I'm happy with the results.

Listen up peeps, this is what Walt wants in a girl:

Akasha1557: i think i'm like... way too picky
wjquestus: job and a car is NOT picky
wjquestus: I think I'm too picky!
wjquestus: must have great laugh
wjquestus: smarter or as smart as me
wjquestus: open minded
wjquestus: nice body
wjquestus: generous
wjquestus: kinky
wjquestus: rich
wjquestus: has a "really close" hot girl friend
wjquestus: to go shopping with when i want to watch hockey
Akasha1557: riiiight
wjquestus: of course, she likes watching hockey, too
wjquestus: and baseball, but only marginally enjoys football
wjquestus: but she mostly likes walking around in lingerie and having sex
wjquestus: Is THAT too much to ask for I say?
wjquestus: put all the stuff I want in a girl on your journal. maybe I'll get lucky
Akasha1557: Ok
wjquestus: append that last part though
Akasha1557: no
wjquestus: do it!
wjquestus: or I'll have to bitch slap you again
wjquestus: ha ha ha
wjquestus: I'm wearing a cup on friday when we meet up for dinner
Akasha1557: it's all gonna add up to one big pummeling
wjquestus: that's what I usually say to my dates
Akasha1557: :-(
wjquestus: surprisingly, they just toss back another roofie collada
Akasha1557: or penis colada
wjquestus: yes, I love giving women that drink!!
wjquestus: (boy, you walked into that one)
Akasha1557: oh man
Akasha1557: creamy goodness
wjquestus: it'd only be creamy depending on how many I made that night
wjquestus: is this ALL going into your blog?
Akasha1557: hmmm
Akasha1557: maybe

I almost typed blooger.com when I went to write today's entry. I wonder what's there?

Last night, I went with Amit, Walt, and a few friends to see Mystic River at the Parkway. They re-upholstered all of the couches, so they look a little less vile than they did before. Every time I'd get a seat on the couch before last night, I'd make sure my jacket was between my head/neck and the material, for fear of creepy crawly things harboring themselves onto my body.

The movie was very good, very dark.. it's an all-star cast and everyone did an amazing job of portraying their characters. I would recommend it highly.

The past few days I've left later at work to make up for arriving later.. and let me tell ya, the traffic in the afternoon STINKS during rush hour. The mornings are all right.. today the metering lights weren't even on at the bridge, but fuck, it took me almost an hour to get home. My brakes are all screwed up also.. I have an appointment next Tuesday to get them checked out. I'm pretty sure they're worn.

I'm debating whether I want to work out tonight. Maybe I will while I watch American Idol.

I had an odd dream last night. I was searching for a particular vet hospital and it was on Dillard St in Berkeley (I'm not sure if that's an actual street or not but it sounds funny). I went into another vet hospital and told them I was searching for this other place and they were like, "Dillard?? That's a funny name." One of the guys there liked me and at one point touched my leg. He was like, whoa. You're muscular.

Then I woke with a start. It was 7:50am! Ack! My alarm never went off so I overslept by almost 2 hours. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I had a meeting with my boss at 8am. Woopsey.

Walt took pictures at Angel Island.. but until we find a better way for other people to access, I can't show 'em to ya'll. I especially like the one where I'm flipping him off. I remember hiking up the trail behind him and he was taking shots of the group by holding the camera above his head without looking back. Each time he took a picture, I'd flip him off so when he went to review the photo he just took, he'd get a lovely view of my finger. Muhaha.

So my DSL has mysteriously been shut off at home. Actually my whole phone line has been shut off, which sucks, because I may have to pay for it being turned back on.. and I'm friggin moving out in 2 weeks! ARGH. Stupid SBC I HATE YOU!!

This past weekend was eventful. Sunday we all ventured out to Merima's house for an awesome breakfast (waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, banana nut muffins, and roasted potatoes), then drove up to Tiburon to catch the Ferry to Angel Island. The ferry ride was short, maybe 5 minutes long, and when we arrived at the island we found it inundated with families celebrating the holiday weekend. Fortunately we were able to find some respite by hiking some distance into the hills.

The trails were awesome.. switchbacks all the way up, and the weather was cool and breezy. We stopped 3/4 of the way up for lunch.. Amit had these super monster twisty Cheetos that were huuuuuge. We kept stopping along the hike for Cheeto breaks. Cheetos rock.

Unfortunately Laquel's knee was bothering her so we couldn't make it all the way up to the top (her knee was already black and blue when we started!) but it was getting late anyway and so we headed back. Of course there were no porta-potties on the way down and Merima and I had to pee pretty bad. We decided to take this side trail that was pretty steep while the others took the regular trail down, that way we could get some pee privacy then wait for the others at the bottom of the trail. However, Amit decided he would tag along with us (he says he didn't hear us proclaim we were going to pee.... riiiiiiiight). So we chose our positions and peed whilst screaming to Amit to look up the mountain and not turn around. "Don't look!!! We're peeeeing!" Of course he turns and looks (although he said he didn't... riiiiiiiight). Well aware that my whole backside was mooning the bottom half of the mountain, I got an ill case of pee anxiety and couldn't go for a while. It didn't help that I was laughing my head off and lost my balance, rolling down the mountain with my pants down to my knees. Actually I didn't fall, but that would've been damn funny.

After that debacle, we climbed down to the bottom of the trail to wait for Walt and Laquel. Not 2 minutes past before 3 old people came strolling down the trail, where they could've gotten a clear view of Merima and I marking our mountain. Whew, close call.

I highly recommend the trek to those that travel to the bay area.. I definitely want to take my family the next time they come visit. The views were pretty amazing from the mountain, you got a clear view of the bay and the Golden Gate and Richmond/San Rafael bridge. Good times.

Hooray it's Friday! I can finally say that now that I'm a working gal M-F. Before it didn't really matter.. all the days ran together despite trying to keep some sort of structure. But now I can join the rest of the world in a collective TGIF sigh.. altogether now..

Busy weekend ahead. Tonight people are coming over for an impromptu dinner.. tomorrow move Bob's horse, Tavi to Mountain View then birthday dinner with Mark and Bob (it isn't his birthday, but I'm treating him for taking care of China while I was in NYC). Sunday I'm going to Angel Island with people for hiking and food.. and in the meantime I have to find time to go grocery shopping and buy Chinafood.

Ok, leaving the office, buhbye!

Argh, I can't believe how high gas prices are right now. Today I paid $2.15/gallon for diesel! Diesel's supposed to be way cheaper.. what happened? Anyways, I filled up at the Shell station next to work. When I drove into the gas island (why is it called island?) and circled around, looking for the diesel pump. Couldn't find it. I see a truck weigh station along the side so I drive behind the convenience store and see the diesel pumps.. they're gigantaur sized meant for semi's and large transportation trucks. I pull into a free lane between two huge semi's. Wearing my skirt/tights and sandals from work I tried not to be too conspicuous in the truck diesel crowd as I went to fill up. Anyways, I stopped the pump when it got to $55. It still wasn't full. It was painful to pay that much.

--- Added the NYC trip under 'Stories'

If I lived in South Park, I'd imagine I'd look something like this:



Create yourself.

Today my supervisor walked into my cube while I was looking at one of craigslist's forums. I don't recall what the title of the post specifically was, but I remember the word 'CHODE' was definitely in big dark letters across the top. D'oh.

Now that I have to get up so early on weekdays, I'm a bit of a party pooper on the weekends. Friday evening at around 2am I was drifting off to sleep at Thallassa while everyone else was busy playing pool (no big loss since I suck at pool anyway). Saturday morning I had a nice long ride on Isabella. At one point she was doing this lovely extended trot down the trail when something spooked her off to the side and she did this huge flying leap off to the right. I planted my heel on her and didn't even lose my seat. yeeehaw! Bring it on..

Later that day, Walt came over and helped me install my new stereo system in my truck. It kicks major ass. It kicks major ass's ass. Yes, it's that awesome.

Sunday I hiked in the morning with China.. I discovered this nice scenic hill where you can climb and get a really nice view of the park. It was a steep climb and I didn't make it up all the way, but I was able to sit a while and enjoy all the spring greenery while China romped around the hill. At one point she was running around and came racing towards me. She promptly sat down right next to me and belched really loud. Later on the way back she was trotting ahead on the trip in front of me and farted. It made for an amusing hike.

Later in the afternoon, I biked with Merima, Walt, and Amit at the San Leandro Marina area. Ever since my big fall, I've been pretty apprehensive when riding my bike. Any sort of bumpy areas make me kind of freeze up and grip my handlebars.. probably not the best thing to do. It's interesting, I've fallen off of horses numerous times, but I'm not nearly as fearful as when I'm riding my bike. I'm still trying to figure this out.

Hehe, I took the okcupid love test. Here are my results.

So, I'm retarded and didn't read the directions. The solution requires "neutralization" in this special compartment lens container which I promptly threw away when I first recieved the solution. Who knew there were different kinds of lens solutions?? I chose what was cheapest. Geez louise.

This morning I woke up and my eyes were totally dry. So I placed some eye drops in each eye before I placed my contacts in. Last night I changed contact solution. As I placed each contact in my eye, it felt as if a thousand pins were assaulting my eye at once. I'm not sure what went wrong, but I managed to get them in and now I look like either I've been smoking or crying all night. Yeesh.

Last night Amit came over briefly and played a little GTA3. I hadn't played in a while and it seems when I've taken a break from any sort of video game that I do pretty well when I get back at it. I had some pretty good runs, lots of pedestrian squishing and narrow escapes from the federati.

Tonight I'm getting together with a bunch of people to see Hellboy since its opening night. Walt organized the get together.. and I really don't know for the life of my WHY I'm going to see this movie other than to hang out with Walt/Amit/Merima/Laquel. I know the whole I'm going to be thinking of Ted Danson and what he's doing with red body paint and chopped off horns and wondering where Woody is. Ah well. Afterwards we play Halo and eat M&Ms, which should be good times since we haven't played in ages.

I've decided to quit my job and work as a zoo keeper at the Jamaican National Zoo. Don't try to stop me, I love Jamaican food and people. I leave this weekend.

Oh yeah, and Mom, I'm pregnant!