Happy Halloween!

Last night Matt and I went into the local Gamestop to buy X-men: Legends for my Playstation2. We'd been hearing that this was a good coop game to play and it had recieved several awards, so our videogame geekiness finally took over and we decided to just buy the game. Hours and hours of entertainment for the both of us for $50? Not too bad.. For $50 we could go to 2 1/2 movies. For $50 we could go shopping for an hour (although it'd be an hour of torture for one of us). For $50 we could rent a hooker for 30 minutes. Weighing these options, we figured it was well worth the money.

We entered the store and Matt found the game on the 'used' aisle, saving us $5 (woohoo!). We walked up to the counter and I handed the game to one of the three employees standing around (lets call him Gerald). Gerald flashed us both a smile and commented, "Awesome game - it got best coop game of the year in *insert some nerdy game magazine here*". Gerald was tall, dark, a little dorky, and pretty nice-looking (though Matt is *much* hotter). He was more of the shy type, but you could tell he really got worked up about video games.

He offered us their $5 promo card which offered 10% of this purchase and any other purchase on a used game for the rest of the year. This equated to only 50 cents extra on this purchase.. "Why don't you think about it while I get the disc from the back?" I pondered this and a few minutes he returned. "Hey guys, this disc has a few scratches on it. It'll work okay but I don't want it to cause problems for you guys. Do you want me to check to see if we have another one in the back? I'd be happy to check for you." He seemed really intent on pleasing us. I looked at Matt and grinned, it was funny to see someone running around like that trying to make us happy. Gerald went to the back storeroom again and returned, "Hey guys, I didn't see another disc in the back, want me to give you a new disc without the scratches?" Hmm.. used scratched disc or new disc? New disc. Matt razzed him a bit, "Yeah man, she's going to buy your discount card, you better give us a new disc!" Gerald smiled, "Oh yeah, well I don't mind at all.."

He took down my name/number/address for the game card while giving us little quips of information about himself as he went along. He just moved into the area, him and his rooommates spent over 8 hours playing the same game the other day (!), tips for getting the coop mode to work in the game. Then he asked, "So, what're you guys up to later this evening?" I glance at Matt.. "Uhmm.. you're looking at it!" We all fake-laughed and we finished our purchase and exited the store.

Me, "Dude, we totally got hit on."
Matt, "Yeah.. I know!"

In further discussion, Matt thought he was probably hitting on *me* more than us.. although I'd say we're a pretty cute couple, who wouldn't hit on us? ;) Bring it on!

Mm... almonds are heavenly. Particularly smoked ones. Actually nuts in general are the shiznit.

Stolen from SoopahViv's site -- Food fight! For some reason this story doesn't surprise me..

Matt and I have had some amusing moments together. He's a funny (and hot) boy..

First incident that sticks out is the morning we left LA to drive back to Berkeley. Mom, Lizette, Matt and I went to breakfast first at a local diner, filling our stomachs with eggs, sausage, hash browns, ham, and pancakes before the ride home. I *love* *love* breakfast! However, 9 times out of 10 after a greasy morning meal like that, I go diarrhea. My stomach just can't handle rich foods that early in the day. :( Anyways, I'm driving first and about 1 1/2 hours out of LA, I start feeling a little queasy. My stomach starts gurgling and telling me that things will be moving along asap VERY SOON. The smell of the big flab of ham and slices of bacon we had leftover aren't helping at all.

Me: Ugh, I don't feel so good...
Matt: What's wrong, baby?
Me: My tummy..... uhhhhg... the smell of that food is making me feel sick. Can you throw it out?

I expected Matt to hem and haw about littering on the freeway or whatnot, instead I was answered by an enthusiastic:

OOOOHhhhKAY..!!!! :)

Matt schemed for a while about the best way to do it. He shared his thoughts with me..

Matt: I can't make it look like I just threw it out the window. I have to make it look like an accident.
Me: *groan tummy hurts..* Okay..
Matt: Hmmmm............

He holds the ham and bacon on his lap and opens the window fully. He stares nonchalantly at the road ahead like a good little law abiding motor vehiclist, and with a flick of his wrist, the ham and bacon were defenestrated (haha, I used that word in my blog!) onto Interstate 5. I look in the rear view mirror and see the ham bounce away..

We had a good laugh about the ham, imagining it being smacked into some unbeknownst passerby's windshield. I don't think throwing ham out the window could ever *not* be funny..

Anyways, I held my burning loins (not burning in the good way) through the length of the grapevine and exited off to the first gas station we could find. Matt went off to find more luxurious accommodations for his stint on the can at a nearby Holiday Inn, but I couldn't wait that long. I HAD TO GO. The gas station bathroom was insanely grody and as soon as I sat down to go in one of the three stalls available, a huge Mexican extended family came and joined me in the small confine. How unlucky for them. And I so finally, I got to poop liquid.

The End.

Wierd, I bring up my website and see posts from February 25, 2002.

Recently my apartment has become grounds for mosquito warfare.

There have been almost 10 mosquitoes killed over the past week and 20+ bite wounds caused by said mosquitoes. They have bitten me all over my knuckles and legs, and have even bitten me on the inside of my thigh, making me look like I'm scratching my crotch every time I go to relieve some of the itchiness.

The other night when Matt slept over, he recieved little to no sleep because he was up all night plotting his vengeance against the "blood-sucking cocksuckers" (his words). He finally killed two at various times in the wee hours of the morning, each time splattering blood all over his hands from the satiated critters. GROSS.

I've tried burning citronella oil, spraying lethal amounts of pesticides, and other spray insect repellents. As a last ditch effort to quell these mo-fuckers, I have purchased this contraption. For the sake of all that is itchy, wish me luck.

I recently found out that I have conversations with peeps whilst sleeping. Matt informed me of this one morning after a night of emphatically agreeing with whoever in my dreams I was conversing with.

"Mm-hmm.."
"Mmm.."
"Mmm-hmmm."

Apparently the conversation at this point became more xxx-rated.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......"
"*Mmmmm*-hmmm....mmmmm....."

!!!!! What the.

Since then, I've been less agreeable and have apparently had conversations where I've been a bit more distraught.

"Uhh-uh.."
"Mmmm! Uhhh-uh!"

Totally wierd. So last night I asked Matt to wake me up the next time I began talking. He woke me up and I remember vividly what was going on in my dream, but felt it too complicated to explain in the middle of the evening so I just turned around and went back to dreaming. Of course I forgot in the morning. Next time it's been requested that he insists on knowing what I dreampt about so I can remember in the morning and figure out what's so important that I need to talk about it in non-dreamland.

Brain dump from over the past week (in no particular order):

Had dinner with Mark and Jen at Great China. Gave him pillows.

Fat ghetto lady with a $1000 warrant for her arrest hit me in the face.

Got into an accident (related to above), police report should be out next week.

Matt met Mom and Lizette, everything went awesome!

Bought Mom a yummy surprise Boston banana creme cake for her birthday.

Went to the Norah Jones concert with Lizette, sat next to an overemotional guy who enjoyed her music a little too much.

Sat and had a good chat with Lizette while eating greasy pizza in a grocery store somewhere in Hollywood in the middle of the night.

Isabella got new shoes from an awesome farrier who loves her. He doesn't think she needs Natural Balance shoes cuz her feet and conformation are so good!

Ate next to a restaurant called 'Punjab'.

Wandered around a strange guy's apartment in the middle of the night.

Raced go-carts at Malibu Grand Prix amusement park, recieved a horrible time of 93 seconds on my first round!

I won the ticket jackpot (over 200!) in the arcade at the amusement park. 15 minutes later, Matt won the jackpot on the same machine.. crazy!

Walked around Hermosa Beach browsing thrift shops with Matt, Lizette, and Mom. Was reminded over and over again why I don't like the people in L.A.

Got really sick from dry hot weather on Monday. Still snotty and my nose is raw from blowing it so much.

Addicted to the following shows: America's Next Top Model, Lost, Surreal Life, Survivor: Vanuatu.

Kissed a cute, sleeping Matt this morning as I left for work.

ARGH!! Stupid China. She kept me up all friggin night last night.

Let's recap.

2:05am: *clitterclatter of doggy toenails running across the floor* *flapflapflapflap of doggy door*
4:15am: *clitterclatterclitterclatterclitterclatter* *flapflapflap* Julienne gets up to look at what the hell's goin on, China is halfway in the doogy door *WHINE!!!!*

Ok, I think she's having diarrhea problems or something, so I take her out back. She pees a teeny bit then roams around the courtyard, investigating the surroundings AT 4 IN THE MORNING. I call her, no response. I stumble down the stairs sleepily and catch her by the ruff and growl at her. "Bad dog for not listening! (and making me wake up and go outside!) GRRR" I let her go and she runs around exhuberantly around the courtyard, happy that I let her free.. WHEEE.. she runs up the stairs boisterously.

5:20am: *clitterclatterclitterclatter* *runs outside* (flapflap) *runs inside* (flapflap) *runs outside* (flapflap) *runs inside* (repeat 10x more) Julienne gets up, AGAIN. Julienne blocks off doggy door and yells "OH MY GOD GO TO BED!!!!" China passes out on the couch, Julienne tries to go to bed for 40 more minutes until the alarm goes off.

WTF was going on last night?? I know it was significantly warmer than the past few nights, but China usually doesn't cause a rukus like this. Very annoying.

Also around the 3am hour, I woke myself up because I was scratching almost every part of my body.. I had the covers off because it was warm and mosquitoes must've had a field day of Sangraa de Jules because I'm bitten everywhere!! I went into the living room and grabbed the citronella oil and oil burner and lit that for the rest of the evening.

So tired.. sooooooo tired.

Now that fall and winter are coming I'm digging out my cold weather clothes including my corduroys and pj pants. They've been kept in a rubbermaid plastic clothes drawer.. and they smell like old people. Is this why old people smell? Because they store their clothes in plastic storage containers?

So, I've been thinking about this particular scenario which happened about a month ago when Matt and I visited Waterworld with Merima, her boyfriend, her coworkers, and Amit.

Setup:
We were all sitting around the picnic table eating the free BBQ Merima's company provided. I was sitting across from her coworker, Sarah, who had tied a red elastic band around her wrist.

Me tries to make jokey joke: So is that a Kabbalah bracelet? (har har)
Sarah: Hmm.. I don't know, what's that?
Me: It's what people that practice Kabbalah wear around their wrists to protect them from evil spirits. Madonna wears one.
Matt makes jokey joke: So what do you wear to protect yourself from Madonna?
*laughter ensues*
Matt whispers to me: Honey, that was awesome. It was like you lobbed up the ball and I SPIKED IT!

I find our dorkiness hilarious and it makes me laugh everytime I think about it.

Another story:
This weekend in Santa Rosa, we had placed China on Matt's parent's deck while we were gone at the Harvest Festival. Matt's dad carefully barricaded the only opening of the deck with chairs and various pieces of lumber so she couldn't escape. After spending a few hours at the festival and returning to their home (which is out in the wilderness on 8 acres, with more wilderness expanse around their property), I found China waiting on their front porch!! Somehow she had escaped the deck.. I guess she figured out that my truck was still parked there so she didn't go anywhere, and just waited for me. Geezus, she scared the crap outta me.

This weekend I met Matt's parents. Yup! We went to their home in Santa Rosa and attended the Harvest Fair where we went wine tasting and saw goat judging before driving back to foggy SF. On the way back, we stopped by a Chevy's and had dinner. Since we started dating back in mid-June, we've dined at 3 different Chevy's restaurants.. wierd hm? And I don't even like that restaurant very much. I guess I'll learn to like it seeing how it is becoming our 'theme' restaurant. Mental note: Must choose different theme. No comemos mas comida de tex mex.

The rest of the weekend was pretty quiet.. we walked around Berkeley Pier on Sunday morning and I saw Isabella in the afternoon to give my boss's little boy a pony ride. He was very cute, playing around in the shavings pile and throwing down petrified pieces of horse dooky to watch it smash on the ground. I had almost forgotten how fun those simple things in life could be.

Oh! I know why 'punjabi' sounds funny.. cuz it sounds like punani. :)

This morning I woke up completely congested and stayed like that for another 4 hours before my Zyrtec kicked in. What's up with that? I thought bad allergies were supposed to start in spring. Of course I have no real tracking system of time in my head, so sensing time patterns is not easy for me.

While riding Isabella last night I ran into more illegal bikers on the single track trail. Fuckity fuckers! It gets me so pissed because one day I know one of them is going to turn a blind turn and crash into Isabella and cause one or both of us to get hurt. GRR. I plan to get up, hurt or not, and seriously get the biker's ass black and blue if this ever happens. Rue the biker who gets close to us!

Tomorrow I go up with Matt to Santa Rosa to meet his parents and attend the Harvest Festival. I'm very excited.. :)

Still haven't started on the ridestory..