my right eye looks like Quasimodo's.  i have a sty.  it hurts.  oh, it hurts to blink and to close my eye--which takes effort because the sty is on the underside of my upper eyelid.  it's 82 degrees out, but i'm embarrassed to go out in public.  maybe i should just wear shades.  i want ice cream.

basil peed on me the other day.  that bastard.

1 in 14.

1 in 11.

tension, tension.

man this week has had some lovely  weather in san francisco.  it's been in the mid-seventies to eighty degrees here.  the other day, i saw some girls in sports bras and bikini tops getting their tans on in front of the lie-bare-ree.  flips, shorts, halters, skirts--when it gets nice here, people take advantage.  i actually broke out the coppertone today.  it would be great beaching, except for the fight and shooting that happened yesterday afternoon.   read the story here.  pretty darn scary.

rae, when did you grow up and start saying "damn" instead of "darn" and "dang"? aww, widdle, rae is so big now!

i rock.  i made some yummy spinach and cheese omelette for dinner.  mm-mmm good.  louie, strong man that he is , did an excellent job beating the eggs--nice and fluffy.  funny how "beating" eggs makes them "fluffy." 

the longest birthday ever...

thursday i just went to class--after which i went into this weird 1 1/2 hour try-something-new painting zone--and then ordered in with louie (who's been nice enough to drive me to and pick me up from class since i've been sick); it was nice and quiet.  on friday, went to a hip hop class with a buncha folks and got our out-of-breath-cardio-groove on, then ate pizza, chips, and ferrer rocher, chatted it up, watched "frailty," watch robelene wrassle jit and choke micah, practiced this jump/kick/half-flip move from the dance class, and almost fell asleep at 3am.  today was family day--had lunch at chevy's and filled up so much on appetizer's that i barely touched my taste of chevy's.  midori melon margaritas are yum--of course, i got carded--hurrah for lookin 17!

a couple moments:

 1. i was sneak attacked from behind by some chevy's "happy, happy birthday" singers.  after hearing a male voice exclaim "hey, we have a birthday in the house!"--while i was so busy concetrating on rearranging the wrapping tissue of a gift i received-- and having a chevy's straw hat swooped on my head, i literally threw my hands up then yelled "oh crap"... so did not expect it; so did not see it coming.  my heart starts beating faster just remembering it.

2. receiving a "vagina monologues" inspired gift from one of my best friends that caused me to sit in a corner with my eyes closed for almost 10 minutes.  there were 3 things in that box.  the "real gift" was a shirt that said "Don't Touch the Vaginas" in front and "Security" on the back--this one I loved, but I didn't see it until after being reassured that it wasn't bad because I saw the other parts first and threw it down and attempted to tie the gift back up.  the other two things, the larger of which i saw first adn was severely traumatized by was a rasperry chocolate lollipop molded every so carefully into the flowering blossom that is a woman's labial folds and clitoris.  (i can talk the talk, but graphic images are another story... xxshudders).  see the problem was, i had asked 2 year old nini to look at it first and she was like "chocolate" and so i was like, "okay, cool, chocolate."  then i picked up the stick and it took a while to click and no, i am not used to holding vagina's on a stick, so i freaked.  i admit it.

some pretty darn cool gifts:

• dsl for a year, lunch for 14, and a strawberry ice cream cake


• dinner, a laptop carrying case, a mini wireless optical mouse, digital headphones, and a laptop lapdesk


• earrings, hairpins, bonbons, loose change, and a dirty old cup


• a pink button up (on which i have spilled black bean and enchilada sauce--thank goodness for shout), a pink/brown bead/twine with a shell pendant necklace, and a brown and straw with pink baseball cap


• cold stone ice cream gift certificates


• a dark red tank with this cool chain thing on one shoulder and a black pouch


• an armband watch with these chain danglies


• a massive amount of chocolate covered cherries


• the aforementioned big vagina, small vagina, and "dont touch the vaginas" shirt, and chocolate raspberry cake


• money, the use of their home as a gathering place, pizza, soda, and snacks for the guests


• jazz-funk, stairway to heaven, and blue grass played on an electric guitar


• presence and participation in the hip hop class


• presence at the get-togethers, munching, hanging out, and laughing


• well-wishes and happy birthdays from loved ones

twenty-two is looking good.

for lent, i am giving up pasta, fast food, and grabbing people's asses.  i guess that will make that one chick at school happy.  happy birthday to me!

ps. i'm applying to be a program assistant at my school.  wish me luck!  send good vibes!

in the mood for a change of color.  decided that i will take off work this week to try and get better.  decided that i will not go to the doctor and waste $20 only to be told to sleep and rest only to return to pay another $20 to go back and get medication.  instead, i will try to spend 0 bucks and only go if i'm still feverish on wednesday.  will continue to go to classes though because trying to catch up is such an ass-pain.  my goal for this semester is to have perfect attendance.  work you antibodies!  work i say!

beautiful wedding, dave and marilu.

my lungs are clear according to louie's mom, but what she could she of my throat was red, or something.  fever.  bah.  doctor's suck, so i'll just suck on some ricola and sleep as much as possible this week... maybe i'll take work off to get better.  ahh, that would be lovely.

a question that i've been thinking about off and on for about a year now (since it occurred to me that marrying the one you love and want to spent the rest of your life with is not a necessity) why do people get married?  why did/would you get married?

dave (a different dave) and i had a interesting discussion about weddings.  we had a mini-toast, "here's to not getting married until we understand it."  i think that's probably why catholic church's require couples to go through a 6 month workshop/class program:  to make sure they know what they're doing.                                                                   

a good thing about have having a clogged nose is that when basil takes a crap, you don't have to smell it!

for my birthday, my parents have given me the gift of Yahoo!SBC DSL.

i did the pay monthly thing this month for the dance class.  i didn't go to class today because i'm sick.  sick as in neon mucous and a horrid cough that might mean bronchitis.  after the wedding tomorrow, i just might go see a doctor.

divinity turned one month yesterday.  she took her first family pictures with david and michelle.  i'll scan them when i have access to scanner and post the pics.

being told that my fiction is better than my poetry makes me feel like i don't know myself anymore.

i like louie's new haircut.

i miss my grandma.

wrote a bunch... then lost it because this ethernet cable is loose.  if my blog didn't get erased, you would know what i was talking about.