With her nose stuck in a book

I love reading. I have very fond memories of spending my Saturday mornings roaming around the children’s section of the public library in Modesto while my mom was at the Farmer’s Market out front (remember back in the day when you could leave your children unattended?) trying to find every single book featured on that week’s Reading Rainbow episode and a random day wandering around Barnes & Noble while my dad wandered around Barnes & Noble (we’re a book loving family).

It’s rare when I go to the bookstore with a specific book in mind to pick up; my usual MO is to wander through the store, pick up books that have interesting covers, read the synopsis, and if I’m interested, read a few pages. If I’m still interested in the book, then I’d buy it. If not, then I’d move on and repeat the process with a new book. The thing is, I love the feel of a well-worn book, there’s nothing like running your fingers over the creases in the spine and being able to easily fold it open while reading. I also love the smell of books, especially old ones (well, so long as they’re not musty or moldy). I really just love getting lost in a good book so when the kindle and all those reading apps came out, I will admit that I was one of those “I’m never getting a Kindle! Kindle’s kill books! I want my books! BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS!”

So guess who got a Kindle for Christmas.

And guess who’s reading has skyrocketed because of it. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s solely because I have a Kindle, though not having to put on pants to go get a book is a fantastic plus, or if it’s because I now have dedicated time to read since I’m commuting again and spend an hour on BART every day. Well, maybe it could be the Kindle, I did start reading a crate of books once I got it and even finished a few books I owned physical copies of after downloading them onto my Kindle. Anywho, I’m reading again. That’s the point.

I do enjoy being able to carry a small library in my purse without the extra weight of a book but I do miss having an actual book. I like being able to pick it up and feel the pages. I’ve been thinking about supplementing my personal library by purchasing hard copies of the books I read on the Kindle that I really loved. That way I get the best of both worlds. Or does that seem redundant?

I thought about this because, while I was reading the Count of Monte Cristo (yes, again) I really couldn’t help but miss my book. I guess there are just some books you just have to read in book form and the Count is one of those books for me. I wanted to feel the waxiness of the cover and the creases in the spine, turn the pages and see the slightly yellowed edges. You just don’t get that sensation when you’re holding a tablet and swiping your finger across the screen or pressing a button to turn the page. I guess I just don’t want to completely lose what I grew up with.

Honestly, I love looking at my bookcase and seeing all the books I read. It could be that simple reason why I’d want to repurchase books in hard copy just so I can add to my library. I’m sure the mister won’t be too excited but I envision having a room in our house like this:

Source: Ikea

Le sigh. You just can’t have that with Kindle! That is what dreams are made out of.

Will this be on the exam?

I received my GMAT 800 prep book today. So in the 12 or so hours that it has been in my possession, this is what I learned:

1. The GMAT is a computerized test. Suh-weet. So I don’t need to worry about lending someone my lead pencil the day before the test and then forgetting that I did that and having to scramble around to locate a store that is open an hour before the test time so I could buy a new one. That was one memorable SAT.

2. I hope that it’s not timed because I’m going to have to read and reread the logic problems at least 3 times before I get them.

3. I will have to attach myself to this book from now until I take the exam so I can effectively study. Which means that I will have to silently read out loud [while moving my lips] while on BART.

4. I’m so going to kick it’s ass.

Opening Pandora’s stupid unorganized box…

I am in the market for a new book. A book besides the GMAT 800 that Lola highly recommended I check out for my prep work. Lindsey was nice enough to let me read Children of Men and then waited impatiently for me to finish it, which I finally did last week. While it is a decent book, it was a tremendously slow read in the beginning and I was practically dreading my decision to read the book because the trailers for the movie looked so cool. You would think I’d learn my lesson about reading books because I think the characters in a movie were cool but apparently not. Then all of the sudden, stuff started happening and I couldn’t put it down.

I even sat in the car at the BART station to finish reading it. Huzzah!

The moral of the story is that I need to find another book. And soon. Before I’m attached to the prep book, which I need to look into buying. I need to do a lot of things. Like purge my tiny, tiny room of a whole lot of excess stuff. It would be a whole lot easier if I weren’t so attached to all that stuff. Yes, that includes the Wheaties boxes though I think that may be waning just a little? Maybe? I’m not keeping them for any monetary purposes because I doubt those would be worth anything, especially since one or two of them are missing their UPCs for a mail-in thing.

My room is a bit overwhelming with the amount of stuff in such a small place. I got the short end of the stick and was given the smaller room. For the first time ever I got the small room. It almost makes me wonder how much more stuff I’d be able to stuff in there with a bigger room. There’s a lot of things to look at just on the surface and then you realize that I have the tendency to stuff stuff in stuff [just like my favorite foods. Yum]. Open any drawer in my desk or check my closet or even under my bed and, while it’s organized, there’s still a lot of stuff.

Like my museum diorama I made for my Cultural Anthropology class that got me an A. And the boxes I got gifts in because they looked really cool and I like boxes. Besides, I could totally reuse them. Which I have since I, you guessed it, put stuff in them. Maybe I should head back to Ikea and get some of those organization boxes. I’ll do that once I figure out what stuff to keep and what to toss. I’m really not looking forward to that. You’ll be surprised to what gets pulled out of there. Like the putting mat that’s probably still under there. You saw how long it took me to drag that bucket of chalk from under there. Years.

My desk is a HUGE problem though. I need a cool way to display all the cards I get, because I save each and every one. Which would mean that I’d need to take something off the wall to put those up. Granted, there’s a lot less stuff on the walls then in past years. Plus, now that I’ve tapped into my crafty DIY-enabled genes, I’m going to need a place to put all my supplies now. The more I think about this, the bigger it becomes. Aye, why’d I even start?

And then there are the shoes in my closest, most of which I don’t even wear anymore but are in great condition. I could donate a lot of stuff, which I probably will. Might as well give it to someone who’ll actually use it then let it take up space [and right now I know the bf is so happy to be reading all of this]. I’ll keep my American Eagle boots for now because I’ll be going back and forth to Michigan and it does snow there from time to time and I hated walking around in my Nikes.

This is what happens: because I can’t half-ass things, I’ll have to go all out and this is going to take FORE-EH-VER [fore-eh-ver]. And I keep getting more inspirations and ideas the more I talk this through and I’m already making a mental shopping list of things to get from Ikea. Including these cute green striped boxes but I may just get these because I’ll have more for less. And then I can get slim boxes for underneath my bed…including tags/labels so I know what I put in and it’ll be easy to find stuff. Man, and then there’s the TV stand. Freakin’ a, why do I have so much stuff?

See how it started with purging things around my new dresser? And now I’m talking about going through my entire room. I MUST BE STOPPED.

Try it again, this time in complete sentances…

For all the pomp and circumstance the city’s public transportation offices are doing, they really have no clue what it will take to make us happy. The major complaint with the new T-metro line has been late and super packed cars. The response from the heads? Installing new software to make the transitions/turns faster. Um, okay. So you’ve shaved off 10 seconds for each car; great but those 10 seconds aren’t going to make the cars any less crowded. Unless you mean to get there sooner so more people miss that train. Why is it so hard to add a second car? They keep saying they’re riding the cars and are hearing great things about them but it’s apparent they’re lying through their teeth. There’s no way they’re on the same cars I’m on everyday. Where people complain about them everyday. It’s ridiculous.

Happy Birthday Jack!

Anyone know where I can get my hands on a Wii? Not right now since I’m banned from spending money [though I could very easily convince myself this is an essential purchase for my overall well-being], but eventually? Because I want one. I really do. I totally got addicted just playing with Abe’s when we went snowboarding. I’ve said it before but it would be so freaking fun to play. Not that I have too much time during the week to play but hey, that’s what weekends are for right? Oh yeah, I don’t have much time on the weekends either. Though now that the season finales are starting to air, I do have free time during the week. This would actually be the perfect time to start learning Korean. I managed to find a place in San Francisco that offers fairly affordable group classes. $350 for 8 weeks? That’s not too bad. I can get instant feedback and ask questions, which is exactly what I want to do, and meet new people. If I do this, I’ll probably wait until July or so, at least until after the wedding when I’ll have more time. Plus that’ll give me time to save up so I don’t have to worry about scraping together the cash sooner. I’d get home super late those days [4 straight days of coming home late] but if that means I may FINALLY start to master Korean then hey, that’ll be another thing to cross of my list of “Fun Things to do Before I Die.” I need to go back and cross a few things off the list [mainly snowboarding…hopefully I can cross of sky diving sometime soon].

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Run! She’s gonna charge!

The invites are done and ready to be printed and mailed. This is a HUGE relief. All I need to do now is figure out how to make those roses more consistently. Tonight, after I print them out and pack, I’ll be stuffing and getting ready to mail in the morning. Done and done.

I stopped at Rasputin’s and they had practically every other Johnny Cash cd but the Folsom Prison one I wanted. OF COURSE.

While I was wandering through Target trying to decide whether or not I should shell out for a travel pillow [I didn’t even though they are on sale this week], I ran into my ex’s ex-girlfriend. The one that didn’t like me because HE told her HE didn’t have a girlfriend before her and she found out about us through a mutual friend. So it makes sense that she got mad at ME right? Anyway, we had this thing during school; actually she had this thing with me during school and once I learned I made her day miserable by simply being spotted I started to make sure I’d walk past her. Yes, I’m petty but that seriously made me laugh. Never mind the time I made her cry for bothering me during a basketball game. I was TRYING to watch the guy I had a crush on [My Giant] and she was seriously invading my space. And then the time she thought I was following her when I was going to the store [did I mention the ex lived ACROSS THE STREET from me at the time? And like annoying punks, they drove slowly next to each other and I was trying to go to the store and back before the Simpons came on] and then she FOLLOWED me home and “confronted” me…and then started crying. I wanted to hit her when she started crying. That was when I finally decided I didn’t like her. Ugh. AND I missed the Simpsons. I was more upset about that because it was a new episode.

But I saw her in one of the aisles at Target and I was surprised. We didn’t say anything and just went on with our lives. Though I couldn’t help but notice that she was, well, she was looking hurt. She gained a lot of weight since high school and the frumpy hoodie sweater was not helping the cause. And she looked angrier than before. Is it wrong that I was pleased that I looked really cute yesterday? With even cuter hair and a kick ass ring on my finger? Is that petty? Yeah, but let’s just say I’m a kinder, gentler version of the Count of Monte Cristo. At least I didn’t bother to set out and destroy her; it just kinda happened. But she came to me.

I love that book. Seriously. Even reading it a second time has added a new level to the book. I’m still bothered by some parts of the descriptions [they seem lazy – the descriptions that is] but I’m noticing several different undertones to things that are done and said. And it’s just beautiful. If I didn’t already have a literary crush on the Count, I’d have one on Captain Maximilien Morrel. Oh Capt. Max. Le sigh.

Funny how my crushes now are all on fake people. See what the love of the right man will do? Only 2 more days! I’m getting more excited with each day. Getting through work is the hardest. That’s 9 solid hours I have before I’m done. Getting through the night is easy since I get home late and I’m only a couple hours from bedtime anyway.

Speaking of which, I was watching the last of the “I <3 New York” reunion special and cracked my butt when Tango dissed her. Seriously, that woman cannot catch a break. She got the boot on national television on THREE shows; two by the same guy and then on her own show! It’s probably her stank attitude. You’d think she would have learned that by watching the shows [as Tango did since he reference how he did not appreciate the way she talked trash about his mother and himself] and would have realized but her head’s so far up her butt she wouldn’t have noticed. Oh well. She wasn’t all that excited to be engaged to him anyway so why all the tears now? Yay for Tango for standing up to her like that. It was pretty funny. And so worth the brain cells I lost.

Which logically leads up to “Charm School.” People, if you are not watching this, you must start! I unabashedly love this show. Mo’Nique and Goldie are the best parts. Its great seeing Mo’Nique dressed the part of a school headmistress but cooler and I hope Goldie sticks it out if only for her hilarious commentary. I’m still trying to decide what animal Schatar’s, aka Hottie, weave is made out of but I keep expecting some kind of animal or bug to come creeping out of it. It really bothers me because it’s SO obvious that it’s fake. And horrible.

So watch it.

Is it Friday yet?

It’s a sun shining day!

The braless wonder was not in class yesterday. She apparently took the class before mine since she was walking out as I walked in. Hmm. Maybe she read this blog and was hurt that I ragged on her braless self [if so maybe she started wearing a bra to which I just did the world a favor]? And maybe the instructor did too because guess what was noticeably absent from our relaxation portion of the yoga? The chanting monks! I was so excited I fell asleep. Yes.

I continue to be amazed by how inflexible my back is. Seriously. While I am starting to be able to sit up straight when I have my legs out in front of me, it’s not completely comfortable and when I have to do my front lean stretch, I still can’t get too far. It’s barely a lean; more like a le. So maybe it’s my hips/waist that’s not too flexible? My downward dog is getting better though. Last week the instructor pulled my hips back a little more, which killed me at the time, but did provide a much better stretch so now my body immediately goes to that position, which is cool. But now my legs are all achy and bothersome. Like they’re mad at me for having the audacity to stretch them. I mean, how dare I?

The ride in this morning was interrupted by some “medical emergency” at the West Oakland station. Even if I wanted to call in and let work know I might be late, I couldn’t since we were so conveniently stopped inside the tunnel between MacArthur and 19th stations so I had no service. But it didn’t take too long and I really appreciate BART for this since the engineers did whatever they could to get back on time, rushing the boarding process and getting orders to coast through the West Oakland stop to get to the City. Niceness. Muni could learn a lesson or two from them. They feel like we’re lucky to have a public transportation service so they don’t care. They don’t do much to make up for lost time from delays…the riders are lucky they show up at all. Sigh. Enough about them.

I’m starting to get over myself with the niece and nephew. They both enjoy it better when I’m home. Apparently I’m fun. I can’t argue with that. The girl is a lot easier to deal with, especially around bedtime since she’ll put herself to sleep. The boy…he’ll come up with every possible stall to stay up for another 30 minutes. Stalls that we all know he would not pull on his mom. And he thinks he’ll get away with it with us. Just because we like him doesn’t mean we’ll let him stay up. Then he whines about not being able to stay up like he can at home even though we know my sister is not the one to mess around with. She can be mean. Hoo boy I’m glad I’m not her kid.

I also started rereading The Count of Monte Cristo and I’m still in love with that book. I just got to the part where he found out about the treasure from Abbe Faris so he’ll be escaping soon after. Ooooh how i get excited all over again like I did when I first read the book. Now that’s the sign of a really good book, one you reread like it was the first time. Seriously people, you must read this book. It’s so awesome!

What’s this? 9 more days until I fly out to see the bf? How utterly fantastic!

I actually had a dream about him last night, completely PG people. We were trying to buy some kind of video game thing that looked kind of like the Wii but wasn’t it. I actually think it was for a computer. Who knows [I certainly don’t] and we ended up not finding one and then went to dinner with his mom and sister only to find a restaurant that was showing The Passion of the Christ in the main dining room [why?] so he said we should leave since he knew I wouldn’t want to watch the crucifixion while feasting on kebabs and mozzarella sticks. And that was it. Le sigh, my boyfriend’s so handsome. Absolutely yummy.

Have you ever been with someone where you feel better just being in their arms? Doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life, whether you’re happy or sad, but just being there makes everything better. That’s how I feel with him. It’s like I’ve come home. Yes, it’s very Sleepless in Seattle [“Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were suppose to be together…and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home…only to no home I’d ever known…I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like…magic”] but completely true. And I knew it the moment we hugged for the first time. If you could have seen the way he looked at me when we met; it was different than anyone has ever looked at me before. I can’t really do justice in any description I could give but it was just so warm and genuine and loving. And the best part is the only difference in the way he looks at me now is that it’s just a deeper emotion and connection. I’m glad I waited for him. He makes my soul happy.

Mozart didn’t like to practice either…

Its time once again to make my picks for March Madness. Hum. Who will make it to the Sweet 16? Elite 8? Final 4? Will my inner disgust for certain teams color my deciding picks? Maybe…happens every year. Then again, sometimes my sheer hate for a teams manages to knock one or two out. I wonder if I’ll be able to muster up enough strength for that endeavor this year. I should have paid more attention during the year. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so confused. Why was my dad trying to needle me about Michigan not making it to the tourney? Uh, Dad? They don’t play well consistently. Am I shocked? No. Do I care? Not really. Are you disappointed that I don’t care? Yes I believe you are. Ha. I learned long ago to meet his eagerness to mess with me and my teams with indifference. It diffuses his excitement every time.

The last time I filled out a bracket to bet was while I was interning in San Jose. We didn’t really fill out brackets, we drafted teams. It was a cool set up. You got points based on what round your team made it in [# seed x round = total points] so it totally paid off to pick the lower ranked teams. Anywho, I sharked Georgia Tech from my boss and they ended up carrying me to the finals that year against Uconn and had they won, I would have been the first intern to win and I just realized that I already told this story. But whatever, they lost and I ended up in 4th place and just out of some money. I guess that’s karma for you.

But I haven’t even printed out my brackets [I print two, one to scribble my picks on and the second “official” bracket…exhibit B for my dorkiness] but that’s not really new. That’s my MO. I wonder if I should be serious or just pick random teams. I think this year I’ll pick random teams. Whose mascot is scarier? That knocks out the Buckeyes from the get go. Because, honestly, who’s afraid of a nut? But I’ll use my captain’s pick and carry them into the Final 4. Though it would be HI-larious if they fail to make it pass the Elite 8. One can dream…

That also means the Stanford Cardinal won’t make it past the Sweet 16 because, well, they always fall well short to their promise. But they’re up against Louisville in the first that that’s virtually a home game for Louisville so they might not even make it out. That would be funny though, if the trees beat the birds. Ooooh, I’m calling it!

And I did go to Barnes & Noble and picked up The Bad Guys Won by Jeff Pearlman. I like it so far. And I’m only 2 chapters in. This bodes very well.

I’ve somehow gotten in the habit of dressing in similar colors as a couple of my coworkers, one of which today has the exact same color scheme going on. One of the guys has since nicknamed us the Double Mint twins. Fantastic.

I’m starting yoga back up today. I really like the results I’m starting to see. Along with the 10 pounds I’ve dropped since November [when I was weighed that one time] I can start to see some semblance of definition in my stomach area. Suh-weet. Yes I do check myself out on a somewhat regular basis. If by regular you mean every time I change my clothes. After almost a month off, it’ll feel great to get moving again. And even though I’ve been yoga-ing for 3 months, I still giggle at some of the dirtier poses. I’m so immature.

If you’re looking for a fun work diversion, try this. I guess I should do the socially responsible thing and warn you that it’s HIGHLY addicting.

Speaking of work, which that proved to be the worst segue ever, I’m excited by some of the work duties for a couple other departments. While I enjoy my relatively easy life here in admin, there’s still so much I want to do that I’d only get in a different department. I’m glad that it’s fairly easy to move within the company [they hire from within first] and while I have no problem staying in my current department for another year, I’m totally looking forward to the future openings come winter. Please someone move away.