Month: December 2003

So call me a geek but can I say how excited I am about Friday the 13th…and Wednesday the 18th.

Okay, why are those dates of significance.

Yes, you guessed it.

(pause…for dramatic effect)

STAR TREK GENESIS AND…AND…AND…..THE TWO TOWERS.

I watched that damn special on WB on the The Two Towers. I would totally date everyone in that sexy fellowship. Isn’t it the sexiest fellowship ever? Okay, I would date everyone with the exception of Gandalf (he’s gay anyway) and the dwarf. All those hobbits are adorable. I saw the documentary in my 4 disk set thing and they are SO sexy without that hobbit hair…especially Domonic Monaghan (sp?). He’s a sexy bitch.

Star Trek Genesis…yes, call me the ultra-dork because I already have my ticket. Okay, i already have my tickets for both of the aforementioned movies.

Anyway, I can’t start christmas shopping until the 13th or 14th (I get paid)

and,…yes….I’ve been eyeing that drum set.

I also decided to take photography classes and a web net class to learn how to make webpages. I might start experimenting on this one….hmmmm..

yes, kids. december is a good month. It’s that sleigh bells song I’ve been listening to repeatedly. That and Beatles Revolver (disputedly the best album ever made)

That show RICH GIRLS on MTV, with Hilfiger’s daughter and the other rich daughter (which nobody seems to know whom she’s the daughter OF) is making my brain cells commit suicide.

I was watching it with Wilbur the other night or so at his friend’s Ray’s and Brian’s apartment.

Whilst we were watching it, I turned around. Everyone’s mouth was pretty much gaped open.

Afterwards, I announced “I am officially dumber. My brain cells couldn’t take it.”

I felt so much pain, I was looking for a broomstick so I could stick it up my ass–because at least I would be inflicting pain upon MYSELF and not because of a television show.

I also wanted to stick a finger through my head and stab my brain. However, my fingers aren’t that long, so it would probably be brain scratching.

Wilbur smirked [and took my penis lighter and posed with it as well. He added “You should get a condom for this lighter”–THEN took Brian’s penis ashtray and posed with THAT with the lighter to show what ‘double penetration’ would look like, but I digress] and said “Don’t worry Sharon, your brain cells will replenish with smart asses in Massachusetts. I mean, they can’t even surf or board or …what do they do for athletics?”

and I thought. “Soccer? Cricket? Uh, they watch a lot of sports though”

Living vicariously through sports. Hm.

I was going to write the last two roommate series, but, really, who really wants to read them?

[although, I think, lisa’s and kerbang’s are pretty funny experiences]

I had lunch with Tyler and Kay and I told them that a catchy word they use in MA is “valid”

Tyler: What?

Me: Yeah, they say “valid”

Kay: How would that work?

Me: Um…this restaurant is valid. That would indicate this is a good restaurant.

Tyler: Yeah, I don’t like that word.

Kay: Yeah, me neither.

Me: Yeah, valid is totally invalid.

Tyler: Now THAT’S a word.

Kay: Yeah, people who use valid are invalid.

Me: Now, should I say IN-VAH-LID or IN-VUH-LID –as in handicapped.

Tyler: In-vah-lid

Kay: We’re going to use invalid too!

Tyler: We’ll say invalid yo.

Me: Yeah, that’s totally un-invalid.

My friend Stacey says; Don’t you EVER use valid. I hate that word. I hate it.

P.S. Stacey’s from Chelmsford people.

Okay, this is SUPPOSED to be about Ready but whilst writing this, I saw the most fucking HILARIOUS commercial.

It’s an aol commercial. And I don’t care what it was about.

but at the end,

SNOOP DOG appears and says “Now, wait just one minizzle”

End of commercial.

I love that shit. fucking brilliant.

This entry was supposed to be about Roommate #2, Ready, but I had fallen ill from the past weekend.

I was awake for nearly 40 hours. Here is why:

I planned a birthday surprise dinner for my friends Alfred and Ryan because I’m an idiot. We were all hanging out/kicking it/spending leisure time together when I asked them what they were going to do for their collective birthdays (their birthdays are on the same day). They hemmed and hawed a bit when I just finally volunteered.

This, from the girl who is getting ready to move and who has two jobs.

So, I hastily planned a dinner at Embers Grille and Bar (with some help with Alfred’s girlfriend and one of Alfred’s best friends) and an after dinner show at the National Comedy Theater (it’s an improv comedy show).

Ryan’s list of people consisted of two people: Me and Gina.

Alfred’s list consisted of everyone in San Diego and their dog. (I’m only teasing Alfred) [sidenote: I think I need a harsher word than teasing. Teasing sounds like I’m giving a peek of something wherein I actually mean, I’m just giving a hard time just because I can. This synonym is something I need to think about..hmmm]

They wanted it on Saturday, November 29, 2003.

When I came back from Boston, I FORGOT to ask for the night off. Hence, I was schedule to work at the corporate coffee conglomerate from 415pm to 1245pm that particular Saturday. Actually, I was scheduled to close Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

I thought it would be lame for me to NOT show up and plan the whole gathering so I did some rearrangements. I switched an opening shift with a closing shift. Sound easy? Yeah, right.

So, I present to you, the nearly 40 hours that sharon was awake:

Friday: 7am to midnight– work at both jobs

Saturday: I thought it was useless for me to go to sleep since I had work at 430a.m…so I stayed up loitering on the internet. so I will break up my time fragments here:

midnight to 3am–loiter on internet

3am to 4am–power nap

4am-830am– work at Starbucks

830am to 10am–loiter on internet some more

10am-noon–pick up Jaymee to take her to R’s house for a stand up comedy show

noon to 130pm– lunch with Tyler and Kay

130pm to 230pm– go to lawfirm, print out stuff for lawyer

230-430pm– try to go to sleep but am unable to because people are calling about the dinner for either directions or confirmation or something else

430pm to 5pm– look at car. Should I wash it? Bring out washing materials..look at clock, it is too late to wash car.

5pm-530pm– pick up ryan, get gas, get expensive film (dude, it was 7.99 for a ROLL of 24 exposures at 200 speed. I said to the clerk “Is this magical film that will wash my dishes or fold my laundry?” He suggested I go to Vons. Fuck you)

530-6pm– pick up Alfred and Jennifer

6pm-630pm–arrive at dinner place

630-715– wait for 20 more people to arrive (18 people confirmed, but I knew some people were procrastinators, so as a buffer, I made the reservations for 25 people. Guess how many people confirmed last minute (when I was attempting to go to take my nap) yup, 6 people. Damn, I’m good.

715-9pm– eat dinner, take pictures, bring out cake. Alfred and Ryan bow down to my organizing the dinner and show skills.

9pm-930pm– go to comedy show. Get lost. Find parking. Everyone hates me for my non-directional skills

930pm to midnight– watch comedy show

midnight to 130 am– drop 5 people home. This including the guy who took my shift (I had to DRIVE to Starbucks and pick him up after his/my closing shift was over because he had no car)

130am -2am: so tired I cannot sleep.