Month: March 2004

so i finally did it. I changed my cell phone to reflect a MA number instead of a CA number and I edited my user info to indicate that I am now in Malden instead of San Diego.

My room is Stankonia—so so cold. so so cold.

I actually bought Stationary to write Snail Mail. I’m reverting back to 1989 times since that seems to be the trend. Can I reallyl wear an off the shoulder horizontal top thingy with a peace clip? I like style as much as the next person outside of MA but c’mon, let’s get back to vertical stripes where I can look skinny. Horizontal stripes make me look like a watermelon.

I am in dire need of a haircut

and in something compelling to say

but I have nothing

nothing
nothing
NOTHING!

if i don’t have you…

you…….

okay, enough.

I had a dream last night that one of my roommates [i have four] wanted to have sex with me. How sad is that? And in the whole dream, I kept hemming and hawing. Then I was in a car where the freeways did loop de loops and corkscrews and they had no protection guards–so it scared the sheezy out of me. I knew I could drive but my vision was blocked with a ton of shit–so I kept throwing it out the window [and the only thing I could use is my left side view mirror]…however, if I got to the top of the loop de loop, I could put my car into neutral and I would warp with a super mario green tunnel thing [it even made the noise and everything]

I broke up with the futon last night and slept in my own bed. My own bed was mad and jealous and mean—so of COURSE, to wreak havoc on me, it gave me nightmares and wouldn’t let me sleep the whole way through the night. My bed is jealous of the futon.

oh my god, it just occurred to me what I wrote. What the fuck is wrong with me?

time to kill a chicken family and consume the appropriate family members.

well, I ran out of gold fuckers. I have other things to take care of that are much more important than gold memberships– like food and gas and stuff.

oh all right, i redo my gold thingy probably on Monday depending how feisty I am feeling.

Anyway, I am on my lunch break right now at work and I don’t feel like venturing out. Well, maybe I will.

I imed with number one last night and we were talking about movies [our forte it seems] and he told me about a wacky movie called “The Specials”. It looks mighty funny and since I really have no plans nor the loose change to go out and party, I will probably watch it tonight.

Ah, tonight I’m breaking up with the futon. We had such special times– me sleeping on it, me waking up on it, me sleeping on it, me watching Robin Williams stand up comedy special on it, me bundled up in the covers in it. I don’t think I’ve slept so well since the Cold War.

But I figure, enough is enough before I get too addicted and kick Kerbang out of his own room [ha ha ha]

well, that and his room is a mess. It sort of drives me pseudo-crazy and I’m tempted to clean it but then I’m afraid I’ll find some sort of illicit material and run out of the room screaming.

Overall, this has been a good week. I ended up not going out last night because i didn’t have a ton of money. Then another guy said “me neither” and another guy was like “I can only afford one drink” and so on and so forth.

I think that is sort of amusing only because we are all on the same payroll, so it seems that we are all running are on our last twenties and might need it for an emergency.

Gump and Kevin are leaving next week whilst John is coming back. It’s going to be a lonely house methinks because John will play SWG all day and or talk in an Irish accent and Lisa and I will be working.

Well, the kids at home and the kids at work are pretty different from each other. When I mentioned in conversation that my roommates played SWG [Star Wars Galaxies], my coworkers were like “Woah, that’s extreme video game playing”

I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.

Approximately two years ago (april 2002), I wrote my very first entry in my very first online journal on livejournal.com.—I had just moved to California and wanted to document the experience.

In this entry, I’m going to post the first entry regarding my move from New York to California and after said entry, I’m going to write the same entry but it will be regarding my move from California to Massachusetts.

Yeah, I’m to lazy to come up with anything with original thought, other than this:

I FUCKING HATE POPUUPS.

That being said—why are all the pop-ups I get about getting rid of pop-ups? I mean, HELLO!! Talk about a Catch-22. Well, it’s either getting rid of pop-ups, Smiley Central [emoticons are the bane of my existence and I refuse to use emoticons or the phrase ‘lol’] or Debt Consolidation.

Wait a minute, debt consolidation DOES sound like a good idea—

–before I ramble too long, here is my very first entry EVER

EVER

EVER

Ever….

April 20, 2002

So.. I just moved out here in California. I sort of have the love hate thing going on.

I absolutely love:

–the weather

–the beach

–driving on the freeway with music blasting

–the time

–working out (a la running around the Eastlake uh..Lake)

–everything is cheaper

–getting to see my bestest friends almost everyday

–no long distance phone bills

I absolutely abhor:

–the boredom

–the lack of activities

–some peoples’ mentality there is nothing outside of SD

–missing my friends on the East Coast

–Starbucks (I’m was okay with it in NYC because those peeps were like my second family)

–living at home

Of course the aforementioned could be easily rectified if I put my mind to it. So I’m trying my best to change stuff without being too negative blah blah blah.

Love life: nonexistent as of now. I think I have a love/hate relationship with having a relationship as well. As Chris Rock would say (please excuse my abundance of quotes in my journal entries) “relationships, easy to get into, hard to maintain”. I think I would be really good at it. but that’s my opinion. I guess I won’t know just yet. But, as many of you know, I have made my top ten list for the ideal mate. (Any of you may fill the application if you think you are worthy…HA HA HA..heh…okay. As Jennifer Lopez says ENOUGH! That movie looks like a watered down SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY. Been there, done that. I guess this movie would be a more aggressive version. But I digress)

Top Ten Qualities in an Ideal Mate. (in random order)

1. Must be ambitious

2. Must understand passion* and/or be passionate

3. Must be capable of understanding my insanity or at least give attempts to understand

4. Have a quench for knowledge and be able to talk on my level of intelligence (no matter how low or high it may be at the time) but know that having a great capacity of learning and gaining knowledge does not necessarily make you a wise man.

5. Must try to amend things within 24 hours, if a conflict arises

6. I want a minimum of 4 times a week. (Plenty of time!)

7. Likes to kiss me, but not a huge amount of PDA.

8. Must look good in a suit or a tuxedo

9. Must have the same bizarre sense of humor as I do. Must be okay with my random off the wall rants.

10. WANTS to love me unconditionally.

Of course the next 10 are qualities I prefer but that will be in the next exciting episode of Sharona’s life. Usually there are 4 main points that are hard to fulfill on this list. Can you guess which four? ahhh..

toodles for now. (toodles?)

* Passion, is a double edged sword for me. Many people (many is a subjective term) are very attracted to my passion for many things but forget to realize that because I’m a passionate person I tend to overreact. Watch Father of the Bride.

FILMS FOR THIS WEEK:

1. Artificial Intelligence (suggested by Chad)

2. Training Day (suggested by Tyler)

Reviews next week! 🙂

end of entry

a few notes:

Wow, I sounded young, naïve and…naïve. I also utilized a lot of phrases [talking about myself in third person, using the dreaded EMOTICON at the end of my entry, making a lame top ten list about an ideal mate…etc.]

Furthermore, I knew a guy I was screwing around with was reading my journal, so I wrote that list hoping he would adjust accordingly…which I don’t remember if he did [he never did wear a tux in front of me].

A moment to reflect: TUXES

Sigh. That shit is sexy.

Okay, now my list for Massachusetts:

Things I love:

-People are smart here

-The Passion for Sports

-The lack of materialism

-The Seafood

-My roommates

-People aren’t afraid to talk about religion or politics

-The history of the city

-You don’t have to be 100 pounds and blonde to get a guy’s attention

-Guys actually like girls who wear glasses?

-Beer Pong

-Actually the increased consumption of alcohol since living here is badass

-The indication that I’m the roommate with “style” [ahahahahaha]

-The abundance of comedy clubs [which I still have to go to]

-Scarves and Toe Socks

-John’s Futon

-New York and Canada are close by

-My rent

-My Job

-My coworkers

-Christmas was pretty badass

-Gump SWG character’s outfit.

-Gas prices [Wilbur says it is $2.50 a gallon in California. WTF?!]

-I’m going to have so much scratch by the end of the year!

Conversely, I absolutely abhor:

-The weather

-The roads

-That the names spelled [i.e. Worcester and Peabody] are not spelled the way they are supposed to be spelled

-No hookah bars

-Getting paler and paler and paler

-The lack of going outside

-If my roommates play Star Wars Galaxies, I will never see them ever again

-I’m pretty dumb in comparison to these people [hence, Californians look pretty bad]

-gaining 800 pounds because I never get any outdoor exercise [I walked everyday for a while but it just got too goddamned cold]

-Dude, where are the fish tacos and the carne asada chips?

So essentially, I abhor the restrictions of the weather [If you really think about it]

I would rearrange the top 10 ideal qualities in a mate, but I’m too lazy, and when I wrote that list, I was having sex. Now that I’m not, the list has changed significantly.

I’m thinking of going to Vegas this April with some co-workers but that would postpone me buying furniture for my room for another month or so. But on the other hand, my friends from the west could drive out to vegas for the weekend.

And I am feeling a bit homesick.

I talked to my friend Ben online and he told me to move back home.

I would be lying if the thought hasn’t crossed my mind…

…it’s just been less frequent.

Especially with all the alcohol I had this weekend but that,

My friend

Is

Another story.

I am totally stoked.

A friend of mine is flying into Boston this Friday! A good depiction of our friendship is basically me laughing and he’s doing something to make me laugh. Actually, that’s usually the MO for all my guy friends.

His name is Wilbur and we have known each other since, essentially, birth. His mother used to babysit me, him and this other kid, Mark.

We had an interesting relationship. We saw each other at parties and I was deathly shy, so I would always wait for him [or his brothers] to approach me. So I would sit and sit and sit, while listening to the boring adults talk about whatever in a different language. Finally, someone, Wilbur, Wilmer or Wilson [those are, obviously, his brothers] would wisen up and come and talk to me and my sister and we would play video games.

That’s how we would bond. Video games. More often, the game of the moment was usually Street Fighter Two. That was HUGE.

As we got older, the same pattern [in our family parties] would emerge–bond over some game. First it would be a computer game when we were like 7. Then when we were around 15, Super Nintendo. When we were around 17, card games. Older than that, we would just eat and actually talk.

We had lived very different lives but always invited each other, since we are family friends, to our main event–birthdays, weddings [Mark’s sister got married], christenings, house warmings–etc.

I’m glad we got really close at an older age, because there’s a real comfort in reacquainting with someone you have seen grown up but didn’t get to know until he or she knows herself/himself.

does that make sense?

Anyway, I’m just super excited he’s coming to stay at the apartment over the weekend.

**In other news….I was planning to go to bed rather early today but the boys were in storytelling mode and I was more than willing to listen.

It went from an “ass explosion” to “shitting in a lake at boy scout camp” to “staking out a house to super soak people”.

While listening to these stories, it just showed how great difference in culture and growing up. That would probably not happen in California for fear of drive-bys and thieves [they sneaked in each other’s CARS and drenched each other at work and after hanging out with their significant others! that is CRAZY].

I really had to think what we did. I guess the only comparable thing is that we mooned people from our cars [i can’t believe we did that], lit matches from our mouths, drench ourselves at Disneyland, the occassional food fight and most probably racing. I was notorious in high school for driving up to random guys and hitting on them.

I’m talking like, going up to a guy in a backpack walking home, and I would pull over in my car, raise an eyebrow and say “are those bugle boys you’re wearing?”..or we would go to the highest building in the city and try to walk to the top, just to say we made it to the top.

But we weren’t big on pranks. We were bigger on stupid things to impress– jumping over bonfire pits, doing one handed push-ups in the middle of a bowling alley, drinking a vat of sour cream [i said i would do it for five dollars], ditch class to play Taboo and constant constant videos [Mission Improbable, Improv Comedy [which we were TERRIBLE at], mentos commercials..etc]

A part of me wished I got to witness this supersoaking summer madness because the boys [gump, john and kevin] tell the stories so well, so i could actually see it in my head.

but a part of me is happy that I had my own experiences.

Hmmm…maybe if we combined said experiences, we could come up with something pretty rad this summer.

but for now, I am SO going to have fun this week! Wilbur is staying till next Thursday.

And I will see ‘the cute guy’ this thursday at the brewery.

can we say, awesome week thus far?

so Lisa and I went food shopping today and because I got paid, i went a little overboard and bought a LOT of food.

so gumphood and John came home and I knew they would give me shit for it, so I came clean and told them to look in the freezer. The response was overwhelming and pretty ridiculous.

anything that had the word “chicken”, the assumed was mine–which it WAS NOT! I would never buy chicken quesadillas or whatever, chicken santa fe–it has chlorophyl–but regardless, i was blamed. I was also blamed for a whole bunch of other food that wasn’t mine.

and then i felt really stupid and a bit upset.

I suppose because John was ‘harrassing’ me [i.e. raising his voice at me [in a slightly comical manner], I felt really stupid and embarrassed and a little upset. So I took John to the kitchen and said I was going to cook all the food and eat all my ice cream sandwiches tonight. Then we had an “argument”, him implying i was unreasonable and me…i guess responding to my unreasonableness by declaring that I was going to eat all the food and put all of my food in the cabinet or in the freezerbox upstairs.

needless to say, that seemed even MORE unreasonably.

So I grabbed as much food as I could and marched upstairs and stuffed in the freezer box. Then I went downstairs and found that all my food that i took out of the freezer had been placed back in the freezer.

then, I harrumphed and started cooking the fishsticks and my ice cream sandwiches.

after i ate my first ice cream sandwich, i looked at the 11 left in the box and felt really sick.

Oh god, i thought [hehe], i am sooooo full.

then I saw my fishsticks and there is no way, unless I start chewing each fishstick for an hour, that i can finish it.

then it just occurred to me how ridiculous this was.

so i offered John a peace offering [an ice cream sandwich] and we talked about the “argument”. he just felt that nobody paid attention, that he too, would want to put food in the freezer. and i felt bad because i went a little overboard with my paycheck and bought food for world war III.

anyway, we kissed and made up. however, the food scar will always be in my stomach.

and in my heart.

sniff.