Dejalicious

Update

2005-12-05T12:13:00.001-08:00

Ok. If Tyler can update every once in a while, I can too.

-Finals start this week - I have my first one tomorrow! Consider this a miracle that I'm taking 2 minutes to update my blog, rather than read about the provisions under 28 U.S.C. 1391, as pertaining to venue.

-Recently I found a new love - Chuck Norris jokes. If I'm online, chances are I have an away message pertaining to the Chuck Norris fact of the day. HILARIOUS. I'd like to thank my cousin David for introducing me to them at T-day.

-Oh yeah, I had a great T-day. It was really the first time all us cousins realized that we were old enough to hang out together and go to a hookah bar. It was trippy for little Joshie and David to inhale the hookah better than I could, but then it was even trippier to realize that I was talking to Josh about his college plans.

-Law school is hard. But luckily, I seriously have 3 of the bestest roomies to get each other through it. All the work could drive a person insane, and my roomies and I keep each other focused, grounded, and in about 2 weeks - DRUNK cause we goin' to Vegas the day after our last final!

-VEGAS BABY! December 17 - me, 2 of my roomies, and Schultzy are hittin the road. And a couple of my U of A buddies are going to be out there at the same time. OOOOOOO, I can't wait!!!

-Vegas trip #2 is coming up for Alana's 21st bday in January. If you wanna come, let me know, I'll give you the details. Fun times to be had by all. Expect many sorostitutes in attendance.

-I get to have lunch with the Bellas and Mark this week! Because someone's coming into town to visit someone else... Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match...

-Sometimes I miss NYC. But then, I walk outside, where it's about 65 degrees, look at the Pacific Ocean, inhale, realize that it's fresh air and not trash that I'm smelling, and say to myself... you can take the girl out of California, but you can't take the California out of the girl. It's good to be home. And tan.

-There are certain things I miss about NYC - not having to worry about who's driving to the bar, how much ass I got last year, bars being open until 4 am, Central Park in the fall, seasons in general.... but I remind myself of the stuff I missed last year:

My doggies
My family
Friends
Sun
Tanning
Yummy healthy food
In-N-Out
Coffee Bean
Mexican food
Not needing a coat in December... or ever really
USC football
U of A basketball

-I miss NYC people. I was going to visit winter break, but between jury duty, trying to get into the Rose Bowl, and saving my money for Europe this summer, it ain't gonna happen. So, you people will have to come out here. Think about it - you can go to the beach in January.

-To the following people: Lindsinator, Emily, Lauri, and a bunch of other people... I'm sorry, I owe you a phone call, and I swear, you will hear from me December 20th.

-And to close out - FIGHT ON FOR OLD SC! My daddy's alma mater and Alana's school made it to the Rose Bowl!!! YEAH BABY! And hopefully I can get a ticket somewhere...

-Seriously, the Pac-10 should drop out of the BCS. Oregon, whose only loss was to USC, got shut out of a good bowl, while Ohio State and Notre Dame, who had 2 losses, got the good ones. The Pac-10 deserves respect - after all, everyone said that USC wouldn't beat OU last year in the Orange Bowl, and that was a whooping. We finished with 3 teams in the top 25, and still everyone says that the other leagues are better. Whatever, dude.

-Basketball season is here... which means that U of A will once again DOMINATE. Bear down, baby!

FIGHT ON!

2005-10-15T18:09:00.000-07:00

Holy crap... those last minutes were the most intense minutes of NCAA football I've ever seen!

LEAVE NO DOUBT, #1 BABY!

Update...

2005-10-07T20:45:00.000-07:00

Since the Red Sox just got swept out of the playoffs (which means that both my teams - the Yanks and the Halos did better than they did), I figured I should post. That and the Lindsinator texted me saying that I should, and since I think she's awesome, I will.

-Did I mention the Red Sox suck? Yes, I have a goofy grin on my face as I write this.

-As I previously stated, I have 2 great loves - the Angels and the Yankees. This week has been very reflective for me, since it's like choosing between two children. Sophie's Choice for baseball, if you will. Therefore, rather than focusing on who to root for, I'm going to focus on the fact that they both won their divisions, and that they both already outlasted the Red Sox!

-Speaking of the Red Sox sucking, Tyler came to mind. Next Friday I'll be playing in an all-law school poker tourney, and my Contracts Prof will be playing as well. Time to see if all that poker playing in Astoria paid off!

-Tomorrow my roomie and I are headed down to South Central for the USC/U of A game. My dad has season tix this year (him being an alum and all), and both my sisters will be there (Jess and I went to U of A, and Al goes to USC). I'll be supporting my 'Cats... but secretly looking forward to watching 'SC win so that they can keep their #1 ranking. Plus I'm looking forward to raiding the bookstore with the roomie, and since the two of us and Al are all members of the same sorority, we will be visiting that house. Ahhh, reliving the good ole days!

-Everyone keeps asking me how law school is going. It's going well - I go to one of the few schools that has midterms (which have no real bearing on our grade), which I like. Sure, it's added work, but it makes sure that I start outlining early and stay on top of everything! It's a lot of work, and you can find me in the library 6-7 days a week, but the subject matter is pretty interesting, it's a great challange, and I'm making some great friends!

-Bella has been going through some tough times recently... but hopefully we found a way for her to come out here for some much needed time away from it all. Plus some Bella/Deja time never hurt (until you wake up 3 hours later wondering what the hell happened...)!

-Plans are in motion for a law school buddies weekend in Vegas following our last final... and it looks like we'll be living it up at the Venetian! CANT WAIT!

Back to studying, keep it real homeys! I swear, I will reemerge in December!

Celeb Sightings Thus Far

2005-09-19T14:17:00.000-07:00

Note: This only counts since I started school here. Mischa Barton, John McCain, Tom Brokaw, Denzel Washington, and some others aren't counted here.

Brad Pitt
Angelina Jolie
Adrien Brody
Jeremy Piven
Ken Starr (well, he's the dean...)

Great Moments in Public Safety

2005-09-13T19:06:00.000-07:00

So I just came back from a meeting regarding what to do in case of emergency (I'm in an on-campus apartment complex in Malibu). I go thinking "this is a good idea, there are earthquakes, fires, winds, mudslides, and a bunch of other of the 10 plagues in Malibu." Plus after my last "in case of emergency meeting" which took place in NYC, I try to take these seriously.

I'm greeted by a fireman who isn't helping out with the Katrina aftermath because he missed his flight (sorry, I found that a little humorous). He proceeds to calm our nerves about living in what will soon be Atlantis by telling us that the LA area is expecting an earthquake above a 7.0 any time now, and that we are overdue for a good fire season by 2 years.

He then tells us about how well our buildings are built, in case of evacuation which parking lot to gather in, etc. etc. etc. In the middle of this he tells us what to bring in case of emergency. A box full of (in order that he said them) books, flashlight, radio, changes of clothes, and toiletries. Yes, in case there is a wildfire in Malibu, take a flammable box filled with your heavy, flammable law school books, go to an outdoor parking lot, and enjoy inhaling the smoke.

But I do feel safe - LA County apparently uses our campus as it's staging area, so the helicopters, fire trucks, and other emergency stuff will be on campus. At least if I go down in a blaze, I got some of LA's finest along for the ride.

As for evacuation (which was my first plan - load up the car and get my ass to my parent's house), that was recommended against. Why? Because there are 2 major roads that will take you out of Malibu - Pacific Coast Hwy and Malibu Canyon Road. Both are curvy roads that are surrounded by hills, plants, and rocks. So the hills and rocks would fall on your car, and the plants will catch fire.

Oh, the price to pay to live down the street from Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Who I saw at Starbucks, but that's another story.

Why I don't do mornings

2005-09-13T10:37:00.000-07:00

This morning, I decided to make coffee before Civ Pro. I spooned out the instant coffee, filled up the water part, and turned on the machine. Too bad I forgot to close the filter section, and had hot water spill all over my counter.

It has come down to me needing to have coffee in order to function enough to make coffee. Yay, law school!

I miss NYC...

2005-09-06T15:51:00.000-07:00

From blogthings.com:

You know you're from New York City When...

You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."
You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed.
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents.
You take fashion seriously.
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.
You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes. $50
You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.
You don't notice sirens anymore.
Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.
You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.
You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.
There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.
When you're away, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels. You
You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.
You know what a bodega is.
Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....
You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas.
Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.

Chronicles of a Jdater #2

2005-09-01T11:44:00.000-07:00

Learning about legal citations is just as much fun as “fellating a curling iron.” Tucker v. Max, 123 P.1d 123 (Ill. 2001).

So, instead, I will write out my thoughts on an important subject – I joined jdate again. Sigh.

Maybe it was out of desperation, or at the insistence of my mom, but I figured why not? It had been a good 5 years since I lived in California, so it couldn’t hurt to meet more people (boys) in the area.

Before I launch into my experience, I should give you, the 5 people who read my blog, a little blurb about what I’m looking for in the perfect guy. With the fact that I had essentially been away from my parents since I was 18 (college then NYC), I am a pretty independent person and normally am not compatible with what I call “sissy-ass momma’s boys who can’t grow a pair and do something on their own.” I need a guy who I am compatible with, who doesn’t have better hair or clothes than me (NO metrosexuals), and who I can just have fun with. Yeah, I like to go out, and just because I’m in a relationship that doesn’t mean that it’ll stop. My ideal guy goes out with me… case in point, B and I had some really great nights out with his friends, doing jager bombs, ending up at strip clubs, etc. I need a guy who likes to have a good time, all the while having similar goals in life.

So I sign on jdate. I start looking at the guys aged 23-27, living within 40 miles of Malibu, with photos. Some were not cute at all, some were marginally cute, and some were friggin hot.
I clicked on what seemed to be a vast sea of profiles, and found a little drop. Most of these guys were living with mommy, and vowed never to leave Southern California. Now, I agree that SoCal is a great place to live, and I am proud of my roots, but without an understanding of the outside world, how can you possibly relate to a girl who has a deep love and appreciation for living all across the country?

I received emails from a couple guys. I proceeded to throw up a little in my mouth after seeing their ages (38 year old? Sorry pops, my man needs a full head of hair). Some gentlemen under the age of 30 emailed me and we exchanged AIM names.

One IM lead to a discussion of my family history because he thought that this is a fascinating topic and a great icebreaker. While I love my family and its history, I’d rather not discuss how my family was the poor, the tired, the huddled masses that went through Ellis Island like most Jews in this country. It’s about as unique as fake boobs in Malibu.

Guy #2 emails me. I kid you not, this is part of the verbatim conversation:

HIM: i have a good icebreaker
ME: what is it? why am i a little scared?
HIM: we could roleplay a scene to see each other's creativity/imagination
ME: how exactly?
HIM: online
HIM: ill come up with a premise
HIM: and we act it out
ME: ok
HIM: let me think of a premise....
HIM: how about this...
HIM: I want you, you want me, but you want all the power, so you use a form of magic on me, slowly shrinking me to the size of a doll, and as i get smaller, the power shifts to you and I have to do whatever you say. (As the girl, im sure you'll love this :-) )
ME: ummm, i'm not sure what's going on
HIM: that's the premise of the scene we act out
HIM: want me to start?
ME: sure
HIM: I come over wearing khakis, black shoes, black belt, silk maroon boxers, and a maroon button down shirt, and you?

I proceed to block him because he’s a sick, sick man, and HE IMS ME ON ANOTHER SCREENAME. He tells me that it was his friend, blah blah blah, so I decide (being the all-forgiving person I am) to give him a second shot. We start talking, and he pieces together that he met my sister on jdate. I freak out, realizing that since the pool out here isn’t great, chances are my sister at one point in time met a couple guys that I would be interested in. I tell him nicely that I have reading to do and I should get to bed (when really I’m thinking what a desperate loser for proceeding to hit on me despite the fact that he knows my sister), and sign off.

Yesterday I sign online as a bit of a break before I do some reading. He IMs me. I close the IM. He IMs me again. And again. I block his name (hey, I don’t want to deal with this, I have more important things to do like talk to my roomie about going to the USC/U of A game in October).
So, like any loser who’s primary social life revolves around the concoction of symbols and letters “.com,” he IMs me from a different name. He asks me over and over again if my sister told me not to im him, on the threat that “She might be losing a friend.”

At this point, my patience is really worn. I’m trying to read now, this guy is a LOSER so I could care less, and I’m tuned into CNN watching what looks like a bad Bruce Willis movie.

I proceed to tell him very diplomatically that I am not interested in a guy that he seems like an upstanding individual (skeezy internet stalker), that although he doesn’t seem like a desperate loser in any way, shape, or form, I wish him all the best in the future.

Ok, maybe I didn’t, but I think he got the point that I’m not interested. I hope I didn’t shatter what’s left of this poor guy’s self esteem. Then again, he’s an internet poker player, so I’m not too worried that he is a little delusional.

Oh Anakin...

2005-08-29T23:16:00.000-07:00

Yes, I took the test. Yes, I understand that I am a huge dork. Props to the Oregonisms for finding this.

Deja Update

2005-08-29T16:12:00.000-07:00

Hello all from the libary!

Yes, libary. I haven't been in one of these things since the 2nd grade. Its amazing how law school can screw with one's lifestyle.

Speaking of which, my liver is starting to crave alcohol. Going to a law school affiliated with the Church of Christ can mess with a little Jewish girl's head. No boys, no alcohol... Man, they think that I should study rather than party. WHAT ARE THEY THINKING?

Anyway, I wanted to do a little PSA.

To all my friends who I haven't talked to in a while: don't hate me. I swear, I will emerge around December 16th after my last final. As great as my cell phone is, to be honest, getting a hold of me is hard since it doesn't work in certain nooks and crannies of the law school and my apartment. Also, if I finally get into the mindset of forgetting about all the shiny objects around me that distract me and I actually am in the study mindset, I probably won't pick up. Text messaging and email is a great way to get ahold of me.

I also wanted to answer a few FAQs that everyone has been asking me:

1. How's life? Pretty good, although I'm keeping pretty busy.
2. How's law schoool? My roomies are really awesome, and I'm making lots of friends. That said, there really is a lot of studying and reading involved, but at least it is subject matter that I really enjoy learning about (as opposed to finance - us law people generally don't like numbers. That's why we have friends in med school or who work in finance).
3. How's Malibu? It is REALLY fucking gorgeous. I have seriously almost gotten into a number of car crashes due to me just staring at the ocean driving down PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). It is really breathtaking. It is also really far from anything in LA, so that is a good and bad thing however you take it (going out can be a pain in terms of people driving and distances).
4. Boys? Anything to report? Honestly, surfer guys aren't my type, so no, I haven't met the future Mr. Deja out here. That said, I do keep in good contact with certain people in NYC of a specific gender.
5. You don't go to a top 20 law school - you don't really have that much reading. Are you lying? Screw you. I have a lot of reading to do, and if you don't understand that then you deserve to have your eyebrows shaved off.
6. What's been recently played on your iPod? Well, I have an ecclectic music taste, and DJ Deja has been playing:

"Hey Now Girl" -Phantom Planet
"Save It For Later" -Five Times August
"Fly Me To The Moon" -Frank Sinatra
"Collide" -Howie Day
"Don't Stop Believing" -Journey
"Closer to Me" -Dar Williams
"Chaotic" -Britney Spears (you know she had to be in there)

7. What's your favorite class? My favorite Prof is my Property professor, but I really enjoy the stuff we're learning in Contracts and Torts the most.

Ok, time to get in the zone and catch up on some reading, keep it real!

Forward from Mommy

2005-08-25T19:39:00.000-07:00

Ironically enough, I got this email right before Torts, where we learned about a case involving a 5 year old moving a chair, causing an old lady to sue the kid.

______________________________________________________

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr.Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).

His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge financial settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Dejaism for today

2005-08-19T22:14:00.000-07:00

Just a small note - I think I'm going crazy.

"Seasons of Love" from "Rent" came on my iTunes today, and my eyes started welling up with tears. Despite the fact my desktop is a picture of Stewie from "The Family Guy," staring at my computer started me to get all emotional.

Then, like the oh-so-logical person I am, I started wondering why. Why was I getting depressed? Was it my horrible motor skills? Was it cause I almost hit a deer (yes, we have deer on campus)? Was it cause classes don't start till Monday and I already am taking a Friday night off to read?

I mean, I have no reason to be depressed. I live in a paradise, my law school class looks like a convention for all the extras on "The OC," and I have all sorts of happy pictures all over my room. And yes, I'm vain, I'm in 95% of the pix. Whatever, they make me look good and you're just jealous that you don't have my boobs.

So why was I sad? I was really debating this.

Then Britney Spears' song "Email My Heart" came on. That cheered me up because no matter how ditzy I may be... I will NEVER write anything that is that bad. As bad as this post is, as shallow as I can be... I can't stoop that low.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is your random Deja moment of the day.

Return of the Deja

2005-08-18T19:04:00.000-07:00

Hello all!

So after a month hiatus of sitting on my ass, I have returned to the wonderful world of blogging. I figure that since I'm about to start law school, I'm going to need a creative outlet, and for some reason blogging is better than finger painting.

I'm sure that I will have lots of fun thoughts to entertain you with once classes start on Monday. In the meanwhile, I have to write thoughts on boys and girls and how they play with each other, since I've been reading DotCommer's blog, and I had a couple things to say about the dating game.

I've been consistantly single all my life. Sure I've had boyfriends, and boys who I hooked up with, but I've never had what I would consider a real committed adult relationship that lasted more than a month. For some reason, I have friends who come to me about relationship advice, and I just have to laugh because they seem to take me seriously when I tell them stupid stuff like "look on the bright side of things," "he didn't really mean THAT," or "dump his ass and find yourself a Marine."

That said, I have had some experience with the dating scene, specifically in DC and NYC. DotCommer was posting about how to avoid a blind date with a member of the opposite sex (now known as an MOS) once you see a picture and realize that the MOS is fugly (which stands for "Fucking UGLY.") How do you tell a friend that you're not interested in their friend once you find out that he has a bald spot, that she's fat, or that they just should not go anywhere in natural sunlight?

This truly is a rough one. My wonderful overbearing Jewish Grandmother has tried to marry me off...er... set me up with a couple of Nice Jewish Boys (aka NJBs) in the course of my life, and everytime its hard to tell her that I'm not interested. That's why I don't - I make up a boyfriend. I've had many made up boyfriends - from the nice Jewish to the nice Jewish law student, to the nice Jewish hair stylist. This works well, and if all of a sudden your friend/family member has an attractive MOS that they want to hook you up with, "I just had a fight with my boyfriend, I'd love to meet them."

So there you go. A good "Dejaism" of the day. Now I'll rub some aloe on my arms because apparently I burn way to easily, and spending hours on end outside in the Malibu air isn't good on my Snow-Ass-White skin.

Maybe this won't be so bad...

2005-08-16T22:40:00.000-07:00

Dude... the view from the school is UNBELIEVABLE. I can't believe I'm living here.

Malibu is seriously gorgeous. I try to be careful driving down the windy road that is Pacific Coast Highway, but I honestly get distracted by the view all the time. Its really that unbelievable.

And I'm glad - I'm meeting some really cool people out here in my class. I think I found a good fit for me.

I'm not feeling original now, so you people will have to deal. I promise, good stuff to come soon.

Crap

2005-08-10T12:14:00.000-07:00

I have nothing to report. Had drinks with Tucker Saturday night. He peed in the parking lot. My dog pooped on the carpet last night.

My life is filled with shit.

In other news - DotCommer has created his own blog with some very special commentary from a very special boy on JAPs, World News, and beer. Its actually pretty witty, so props to him on that! Read it: http://jewishnewyorker.blogspot.com/

Wizadry can suck...

2005-08-05T10:31:00.000-07:00

So this week my parents are in Napa Valley doing this whole romantic second honeymoon thing. There's alcohol involved and my mother is a lightweight. I can't wait to hear these stories.

Anyway, so since I'm so responsible and all, the 'rents left me in charge of the house and two of our three puppies. These dogs are so spoiled - its ridiculous. I seriously have instructions to not leave the house for more than a few hours at a time, in case one of them needs me. Whatever, I'm back in Orange County anyway, its not like there's a whole lot to do since I can't go to the beach for too long since I burn easily anyway.

So since I have this week of free time before I start hell..er... law school, everyone is telling me to read Harry Fucking Potter. My mother even conveniently left the first book in the series out for me to read.

HELL NO.

I understand that this book series may be the greatest thing since central air conditioning, but I am a woman of principle. I haven't read a book in that series yet, and at this point, I really have no desire to either.

I don't care that Dumbledork dies because Snape kills him. I don't care that Harry is the chosen one. If you ask me, Anakin Skywalker is the chosen one and he'd kick Harry Fucking Potter's ass anyday.

Witchcraft is the work of the devil, as many of you know. And the fact that you should be under the influence of some sort of substance in order to really take the book seriously (come on, they belong in a house called Griffendor? Pul-eeze) only adds to my disdain. Also, the youth of the world is seriously being mind-fucked by this series. Everyone tells me how the author was on welfare, and now she's richer than the queen. She also has the power to make the world go crazy by hinting that Harry Fucking Potter will die. Dealing with the devil much, missy?

Also, my mom went to a midnight party for the release. My mom is NEVER up past 11 pm, but for THIS she goes out and stays up until 4 am reading some book? And there were children there. CHILDREN. DRESSED UP. This is not Star Wars - this is a book. And SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDOR. There, your time was wasted. Kids, go to bed early. Going out at midnight is for us legal adults who do bad bad things, not you innocent little children.

So, I refuse to read Harry Fucking Potter. And anyone who has a problem with this - too bad. I'm off to Borders to buy a real book, and not one that society tells me to read. DAMN THE MAN! SAVE THE EMPIRE!

Ready For Law School

2005-08-03T15:54:00.000-07:00

Deja got a new computer :) Its so purty...

I know, I know...

2005-07-27T17:53:00.000-07:00

Been a while. Again. Here are some updates in the life of "Deja:"

-My mom reads this blog. Therefore, if you are going to try and do evil things to me like steal my identity, don't. I am also going to go by "Deja" because if I use my real name, she'll know and that means you weird ass sex offenders who don't deserve to live will find me and do bad things to me.

-My mom reads this blog. She figured out that bunnies don't run in front of my car everytime I do something stupid on the road. Whatever, I'm a woman, therefore I can't drive.

-I have a friend in NYC who needs a roomie starting in Sept. He's an awesome guy, and if you know of an opening, let me know.

-Mark's moving to Cali - cause we've got more bounce in California than all y'all combined.

-This past week from 8-5:30 I've been going to this law school preview thing where they basically summarize your first year classes into one day each. Law school doesn't look to be fun... but at least I can honestly say that I like a lot of the subject matter. I am SO gonna be like Ari from "Entourage" one day.

-Speaking of "Entourage," this past week's episode featured my future home - Malibu. All I gotta say is those supermarkets better damn carry Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie... or heads will roll. Also, PCH IS a lot like how it was depicted on the show. Crowded and annoying. Its good to be back in CA sometimes...

-I still miss NYC. When I went out this past weekend, the bars closed at 2 am on Saturday (1 am during the week). That fucking sucks, give me the days where 4 am was last call, and no one had to worry about driving!

-Oh yeah, and drving in Downtown LA sucks. Its a ghetto, the streets are all torn up, and its a ghetto. Parking is expensive too, especially when you get caught doing it illegally.

Back in Cali

2005-07-13T22:13:00.000-07:00

Well, its been about a week since I left the Big Apple, and I'm glad to report that there are no major news in the life of Deja.

Days around here either go by real slow, or real fast. This whole not having a schedule thing is great in some aspects, and yet in others it kinda blows. For example, today I was going to run a bunch of errands, but that pesky nuissance called "Laziness" took over my body and made me sleep for 4 more hours. That bastard. I'll have to go to South Coast Plaza tomorrow instead. Yes, life is rough in "The OC"

Getting reacquainted with the "Intellectual Wasteland," or "IW" is interesting. On the one hand, at least I remembered how to drive. On the other hand, some drivers on the I-10 weren't so happy to see me again... since I figured that going 20 above the speed limit was standard despite the fact that it was rush hour. At least there were no accidents, except for maybe another driver wetting his pants. Whatever, I'm a woman, I never claimed to be a good driver.

This weekend, the 2 Jews left in Salt Lake City are marrying each other, and I get to see a lot of friends that I haven't seen in about 8 months. SO excited, and I'll try and write that up if I can get ahold of the computer without my parents reading over my shoulder for longer than 3 minutes.

I miss New York everyday. I never thought that a city could be so alive and breathe life into me, but it did. California will always be home for me, but New York has impacted me in so many ways. And yes, I talk to B daily... and this separation thing is hard. I've cared for guys before, but for some reason this time its different. When I'm not talking/texting to him, I think about him. That's great because it shows me how the real thing should feel, but its bad because I have no idea when the next time I'll see him will be. I keep focusing on the positive - that I'm where I need to be right now in my life, and he is as well. And of course we get to work on the whole friendship aspect of things... and its nice to know that there is somone on the other side of the phone that cares for me the same way I care for him, and who genuinely understands my doubts and fears... and reminds me to "just keep swimming..."

I'm just scared to see Mel's reaction to me wearing a Notre Dame shirt. Whatever, she loves me anyway, and she knows that I love the Trojans (fight on). I just wear that to bed, because if he can't be there next to me, at least I'm still wrapped up in a part of him.

Crap, I'm one of THOSE girls. Fantastomatic. Have a good one, folks, and I'll try to keep updating this.

Clarification

2005-07-06T12:50:00.000-07:00

So my sister and mom pointed out some things about posting stuff on the internet. I would like the world to know:

1) I'm not bisexual. I like girls, and admire Britney Spears immensly, but I only date men. Yes, I went to a strip club, and I enjoyed it because it was funny. Hell, my thoughts included "Are those real?" and "Where do you go for your waxing?"
2) If you are a sexual preditor, please don't read this. You're a bad, bad person... and should have your eyebrows shaved off. Also, please don't steal my credit card information from whatever you can piece together from my writing.
3) Once again, this blog is here for many reasons. The main one was I was bored at work, but these are also thoughts that randomly cross my mind, and funny stories so that my friends can read them. Take everything here with a grain of salt - many things here I don't say out loud, and sometimes things are added for humor.

Once again - I like to have fun. Yes, there have been a few times I've had some crazy times here in NYC. But I don't do drugs, I'm not so promiscuous, and this is here for the entertainment of me and my friends.

Wendyism of the day

2005-06-28T11:22:00.000-07:00

Hey all. So I've been reading over this blog... and I'm depressing myself. This leaving New York thing IS sad, but I swear, I'm not moping! Think about it - cliff overlooking the Pacific... if you don't visit me in Malibu then you're a moron.

Its a slow day at work. Sure, I have stuff to do - but I have to hold off on it till tomorrow so I can show my replacement how to do my job. In the meanwhile, welcome to the world of my mindless thoughts. Its small, but sometimes entertaining.

I'm thinking of random shit to write about, but I'm drawing a blank. I could write about my coworker whose friend stole Bruce Springstein's rug, the balding 25 year old on the floor that thinks he can score all the ladies, or how random my iPod playlist is (recently played: "Move Bitch," "Rent," "Born to Run," and "Oops, I Did It Again").

Hmmm... funny yet entertaining... I GOT IT!

So in a week and a half or so, I will be driving again. Yes, I'm a woman, and yes, I drive. I vote too.

However, there are some gems of times when Wendy was a Southern California ditz behind the wheel.. and caused a little trouble. My favorite story is called "The Bunny Story," and my sisters will constantly make fun of me because of it.

I grew up in Anaheim Hills. Now, the reason why its called Anaheim Hills is because there are hills (genius, I know). The area around my house isn't completely built up yet, and there are patches of grass, hill, and dirt nearby. Its nice, gives you a nice suburban feeling.

It was a nice Southern California evening in "The OC," and my parents were out of town. My younger sister, Al, was flying back into town that night, and it was up to my 17 year old ass to pick her up from John Wayne Airport. On the way home, she mentioned that she was hungry, so we stopped in In-N-Out... because that shit is delicious.

I make a right hand turn onto the street near my house, when my Diet Coke spills out of the cupholder onto my feet. I bend over to pick it up... and take the wheel with me. The car veers off the road, and onto the gravel where the sidewalk should be. Al screamed at me, and I came to an abrupt halt no less than a foot from a traffic sign. Since I was 2 blocks from the house, I drove the car home.

I use the term "drove" liberally. You see, with 2 flat tires, the suspension, allignment, and numerous other thingys on the car broken, driving was difficult. Once we got home, I had an outburst of laughter and tears. I started panicking - what the hell do I do? I was 17, knew that there was no way this could NOT be my fault, and didn't want the car taken away.

It was then my genius mind began concocting a plan. I called my parents (still in tears), and informed them that there was a bit of an accident with the car.

Me: "Mommy? Promise not to get mad at me? Cause I was trying to be a good person. See, this bunny ran in front of the car... and I didn't want to hit it! So I swerved to avoid it, and the car went off the road... and... and..."
Mommy: "Oh honey! I'm glad you're ok... your father will be upset..."
Me: "I know, I know. Can you tell him? I'm a little shaken up, and..."
Dad (grabbing the phone): "WENDY! WHAT HAPPENED?"
Me: "Well..."
Dad: "Now's a good time for me to explain to you about this thing called 'Survival of the Fittest...'"

Why can't we be friends?

2005-06-28T07:10:00.000-07:00

Quoted from an email sent by my friend Roger, who just came back from Iraq with a Bronze Star:

"Oh, and I spent Sunday down at the Gay Pride Parade surround by homos and Democrats. I haven't been in a situation that hostile since Baghdad."

Wendyism of the day: Things I'll Miss/Not Miss about NYC

2005-06-27T08:51:00.000-07:00

Because I can't start preparing to say goodbye soon enough, here's a rundown of some of the things I'll miss about NYC:

THINGS I'LL MISS:

Diners - Best Gawd Damn Burgers/Meal anywhere. Only in NYC can a table of 4 order Challah French Toast, Cheeseburger, Pork Loin, and Gyros. And no one pays more than $15. Plus in the winter when you don't want to go outside since its cold - they deliver. YAY!

Central Park - This place inspires good conversation. You could go to the center of the "Center of the Universe" and yet not know that you're in a city with all the trees, lakes, meadows, etc. It gets my vote as best place to chill out... weather permitting.

Yankees Stadium - The Angels are my first love... but the history of greatness in the Bronx is something that can't be rivaled. Plus Section 39 of the Bleachers is just awesome. There was a 5 year old kid there on Sunday for the Subway series that held up a sign that said "The Mets Smell Like My Tushie." Priceless.

My Coffee Cart - The coffee cart right outside my building gives me better coffee than Starbucks and a bagel+cream cheese for $2. Total. Plus they call me sweetheart and ask me if I had too many martinis the night before. LOVE them.

Cabs - I can't believe I'm going to have to deal with sober drivers back in CA. I love New York and how EVERYONE can get tanked without worrying about getting home!

Subway - It smells, the people are rude, and I've tripped on more stairs than I care to recall... but I never have lost my cool like I can on the 405 during rush hour. Plus riding that thing after happy hour is so great - when you're drunk with your iPod and secretly laughing at the woman wearing gloves so she doesn't get "Subway Virus..." man, life is great.

Poker night - Tyler, Mark, and Aria... Sundays won't be the same.

Last call - 4 am... and we're still ordering shots. I heart NY.

The People - Most of the people here are real - they don't put on a show. What you see is what you get... and shout out to a bunch of people here. Won't start to list, cause that could take a while.

THINGS I WON'T MISS:

Weather - in the winter it wasn't so bad... but I hate humidity.

Times Square - between the horney 13 year olds hoping that Justin Timberlake will impregnate them, the tourists who don't understand that stopping in the middle of the sidewalk means that I have full permission to plow into them, to the street performers who take up my valuable walking space... suck it. Oh yeah, and the overpriced chain restaurants suck there too.

Snotty people - There are snotty people everywhere, but to the girls who won't date guys who didn't go to Princeton, the finance snots who talk stocks on a Saturday night, the gold diggers, to the whiny girls who won't stop whining about boys or their Chloe dress that got a martini spilled on it (hey, you sit by the bar and won't move so that I can pick up my drink... you get what you ask for sister)... bye bye.

4th Floor Walk Up Above a Fish Market - Man... those stairs stink in the summer, and then I realize I have 3 more flights to climb before I get to my apartment.

Costs of living - Rent is sky-high, a beer runs about $6 on average (including tip), and cabs to different bars. One night out can run about 60-80 bucks... and there have been times when it gets pricier than that. YAY Scores!

You've gotta have FAAAIIIIITH

2005-06-24T07:37:00.000-07:00

I read Collier's blog this morning (http://threeseas.blogspot.com/), and he wrote about Faith. Kind of inspired me to put some of my more deeper thoughts on here, rather than my escapades that include 4 breasts in my face.

I'm at a very bittersweet time in my life. On the one hand I can't wait to get back to California where there is no humidity and my puppies await my return so that I can cuddle and play with them, but on the other hand I'm bummed that I'm leaving New York.

This past year has really tested me. It was the first time I was truly on my own, as I wasn't sucking the parental teet. I had to find my own apartment, job, and life out here with only a base group of friends as my starting off point. I successfully applied and got into a great law school (Pepperdine is number 77 this year, and their Entertainment Law program is one of the best in the LA area), found a job at a very respectable firm, and met some amazing people.

Last night I was talking with Brian. It made me a little sad, since it was the first time I really had to face the reality that I finally found someone who treated me right and who I genuinely care for... but as of July 8th all that somewhat becomes null and void. We had to talk about how to transition from being able to be together very often, to not seeing each other for more than once or twice a year. I get a lump in my throat thinking of it now... but sometimes life can't be perfect.

I met him a few weeks ago in a bar, and will always be grateful to him for showing me that not all men are after one thing, and that no matter who hurt me or what caused me to lose faith in others, there really are some great people out there and you just have to find them. He also showed me the difference between dating someone because you can carry on a conversation with them, and dating someone who you have a genuine connection and care about.

My time with him and my other New York friends is limited. But I have to say that it is those who make the effort to show that they will miss me and who are already planning to come see me in "The 'Bu" are the ones who touched my life. I've moved around a lot in the past 5 years (to Tucson, DC, and NYC), and I've learned that although a lot of people will come and go, you will always remain close to your true and good friends. Heck, Bella and I go for days without speaking to each other, but she will always remain my other half.

Right before I left Tucson 3 years ago, she told me how she didn't want me to go to DC. But then she saw these two old ladies walking around the Tucson Mall together, and thought to herself, "No matter what happens now... somehow we will be those two old ladies having as much fun at 80 as we are at 20."

In Collier's entry, he wrote:

God never comes to us and asks us if we wish to follow his plan for our life. He never comes to us and presents his plan to us. In fact, to us it does not even seem like a plan, it just seems like life...... The only way that we can choose to accept this plan is through faith. Faith in God.

Well, I do admit that I have faith. And as hard as it is to say goodbye to my old and new friends here in the city, I leave with the faith that I made the right decision to go to Pepperdine. I leave with a renewed hope in people, a willing to trust again, and the courage to hold my head high and look to the positive. I know that Brian is the newest addition to my close-knit group of lifetime friends, and I look forward to our friendship growing. I know that things happen for a reason, and as bummed as I am that we can't be more, I thank him for showing me a great time in my last couple weeks here in the city, and for showing things about myself and others that I forgot due to how jaded I had become.

"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay awhile and leave
footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same." -Anonymous

Where in the world is Deja?

2005-06-23T07:01:00.000-07:00

Alright, so this past weekend was a hectic one. Yes, I know its Thursday, and I'm finally writing about it, but I have actually been busy at this job thing that I have for one more week!

On Friday night, I went home and took a nap. My friend Emily was driving up from DC, and had hit thie Jersey turnpike at around 9:30 p.m. I fell asleep, and woke up to her asking me how to get to the city. Somehow she missed the Lincoln and Holland Tunnels, and couldn't find the GW Bridge. There are somethings I'll miss about this city... and some things I won't.

ANYWAY, she gets here and we take off to meet B. We get there, have a few drinks with him and his friends, and the group of us stumble over to another bar. There, Emily started to get tired, so she took my keys and went back to my place. I, on the other hand, was working on some Jager bombs with Brian and his crew... and cursed the day someone invented heels. Someone brought up the wonderful idea of going to Scores (this kinda-famous strip bar), which I was excited about. Hell, anything shiny would've made me giddy... silly Jager bombs.

We stumbled over to Scores, where Brian and I walked in, sat down, and strippers noticed me (the only girl in the bar). 2 came right up to me, and the place reminded me of an adult petting zoo. Nearly naked chicks everywhere trying to come up to guys trying to get money (where in the case of the zoo, it would be food). ANYWAY, so 2 strippers gave me a lap dance simultaneously, and boobies were everywhere. I had a mix of "WHAT THE F#CK?!" and a "OOOOO, where do you get your waxing done at?" reaction to the thing. And then one of them put my face right in the middle of her breasteses. I didn't know that was legal, since my knowledge of these types of places are limited to the movie "Go."

The strip club closed down on us. I guess it was getting late or something. Silly Red Bull and Jager threw off that whole biological clock thingy. We went next door to a hookah bar, where Brian and I canoodled and made his friends nauseus. Whatever, I was on a high between the boobies and Jager and hookah. At 6 am, I finally go to sleep.

At 9:30 am, I wake up. Emily and I get ready, and head out to grab a bite to eat before going to the Empire State Building. Amazingly, I wasn't hungover at all. I didn't even puke when at the top of the Empire State Building, although I was a little freaked out about how high up we were. It was cool to be up there, and to actually recognize many of the buildings. I was impressed with my basic knowledge of the city, and how I could point out to Emily points of interest.

We then headed up to the Yanks/Cubs game. She's originally from Chicago and wanted to see her Cubbies play. Too bad she saw them play against Jeter's first career grand slam, and they lost to the Yanks. HAHAHAHAHA. Afterward, we had a few beers with some cops from Albany (she likes cops... I played a good wingwoman) before heading back into the city. And crashing at my place, apparently with very little sleep and 5 beers I was a little tired.

We woke up and went to the bars again. Had a good time, and came home. Brian and I chilled on my doorstep until 4:30 am, when I went to bed and he went home.

The next day was Father's Day (did you call your Daddy?) so I went to a brunch with the cousins. Afterward, my cousin Ben and I chilled at a sports bar until we got hungry enough to venture all the way out on the 7 train for some real authentic Korean food in Flushing. It was AWESOME, they cooked the food right there in front of you! And that was some of the best beef I've ever had... OH so good!

That's my weekend round up... and more craziness this weekend! I don't have much longer left in NYC (July 8th is the final day), so if you wanna go out and have some fun, give me a call! I'm also working on doing all the touristy stuff I can before I leave, probably won't be back until my winter break!

Mighty Shmucks of Anaheim

2005-06-17T11:27:00.000-07:00

http://sports.espn.go.com/nhl/news/story?id=2087676

Summary: The Ducks were sold.

Best quote:
"When the sale was announced, Samueli said he didn't intend to move the team and wouldn't change its name to Los Angeles Mighty Ducks of Anaheim.

Arte Moreno, who bought the Angels from Disney in 2003, changed the team's name from Anaheim Angels to Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim this year."

Follow up to last entry

2005-06-14T12:40:00.000-07:00

Proof that having faith pays off:

-The Angels beat the Nats. 11-1, bitches.
-Paris Hilton said that she's going to retire from the public eye in 2 years.
-Michael Jackson will stop sleeping with boys in his bed. He'll try the shower next.
-I'm having drinks at Tavern on the Green tonight. Oooo la la.
-Coworker brought me my lunch. Who's the Assistant now?
-Alana and I have a shopping date on July 9th. Mark that date down - Deja returns to South Coast Plaza!
-Sunday my cousin and I are getting real Korean food in Flushing. I was promised that I won't eat any dogs, cats, or other pets.
-Bella texted me that her new Dr.'s name is Dr. Lund (the last name of a guy we had a HUGE crush on freshman year). So finally, Bella gets Lund near her cootchy. She's always wanted a Lund checking her over.
-My turquoise iPod mini is awesome. I swear, I may start cuddling with it. And I found the Britney Spears "Chaotic" mp3... which puts the icing on the cake.
-Emily's coming this weekend!!!!! Much drinking to occur. Country singing as well.

Dejaism

2005-06-13T11:36:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I think about starting my own religion. I think it would be awesome if in a couple thousand years, people would kill each other "In the name of Deja."

I mean, seriously, think about it. My infinite wisdom of nothing would be passed on from generation to generation, and maybe those virgin sacrifices could start up again. We could broadcast them on the internet and make mucho bucks from a girl tied to a table writhing around, while some freak is about to put a sharp object into her. Market it as "BDSM," and poof... Deja can pay for law school.

But that actually means that I have to come up with some sort of belief system outside "The Force" that people will buy into. And the problem is, I still am a (not-so-practicing, but I still believe in it) Jew. I'm a very modern Jew, who has bowed to peer pressure and eats cheeseburgers...

And lately some of my beliefs have been questioned. Like my belief that all men are stupid, and finding a nice guy in this city ain't gonna happen. It did, and of course I'm leaving in less than a month. I know Jews don't really buy into Karma, but I do, and its a bitch.

I also have the belief that I'm pretty smart. But when I fuck up on Law School Loans... I question that belief too. Also, when I consider Glamour entertainment in the middle of the night makes me question that too.

The belief that I'll be depressed for a month straight after I left NYC - not true. Looks like my month off in CA will rock actually. Between playing with my puppies, Al getting me into cool Fox events, going out in LA, shopping with Al, and traveling to various places, it should be cool.

My belief in the Mets sucking... that's still true. I love seeing the Angels beat their asses, especially when stupid Long Island boys (not you, DotCommer, you're cool) are fans. The Mets really are the poor person's Yankees, and I have the picture of a mullet in Shea Stadium to prove it.

And my belief that I've moved on from college - turns out I'll be crashing with my sister at the Kappa Sig house at USC for a week while doing pre-law school stuff. Gee... this sounds like fun. NOT.

And my belief on New Yorkers being sophisticated... Did I mention the mullet at Shea Stadium?

Deja goes vroom

2005-06-09T08:27:00.000-07:00

WOW. Its so official now - I booked my flight back to CA.

Friday, July 8, 2005 - I go bye-bye back to Cali.

More travel dates:

July 15-18 - Salt Lake City for a Jewish wedding.
First week of August - Tehxas. Not just any city in Tehxas... but Midland. Where Dubya was from. I hope I don't die...
August 14 - Move to Malibu!

Also, expect some sort of Vegas craziness in between all this stuff. Ahhhh, looking forward to being back in Cali... home of palm trees, In-N-Out, confused Japanese tourists at Disneyland, and MY DOGGIES!

I have the best puppies.

2005-06-07T13:13:00.000-07:00

So the other day, my friend was going through my camera-phone since he has the same model. He was looking at my saved pictures, and came across one title that peaked his interest.

Him: "Ooo, puppies?"
Me: "Yeah, they're so cute! I love my puppies so much!"
(He opens picture)
Him, slightly disappointed: "Those aren't the kind of puppies I was hoping to look at."

What the...

2005-06-06T13:27:00.000-07:00

Recently I've noticed that I've turned into a different person than I ever was. When I was in high school, I believed that sex was for marriage and alcohol was for adults.

Good Lord how that has changed. Maybe I am more grown up than I ever thought - recently I feel like I've had a lot of big girl moments.

When I first moved to New York a little over a year ago, I called my mom daily. I would talk to her 2-3 times a day analyzing everything, and practically bursting out in tears if I heard my dogs start to bark. I'll admit, living across the country from where you grew up isn't easy, especially when you realize that the safety blanket of college is gone.

Over the course of time, I became comfortable in my own skin. I made friends out here, some good, some bad, and some just... words can't begin to describe the kind of people one meets out here. I have some great stories to tell the grandkids, I'll put it that way.

This past weekend I realized one thing. I'm finally growing comfortable in my own skin. That's HUGE for me, since all my life I've always secretly hated looking into the mirror like many girls do. I've always pointed out the flab under my arm, on my legs, how my stomach looks nothing like Britney Spears circa 2001, etc. Its so easy to see the bad, and not to look at the good.

Saturday night my girl did my hair and makeup, since she actually gets paid to do that by rich people. I have to say, aside from my really bad sunburn I got from the Mets game (proof that the powers-that-be hate the Mets), I finally smiled when I looked in the mirror. Sure, I'm no Barbie doll, but wow, my eyes have this cool little curve to them, my hair looks purty, and low cut shirts... I won't go on from there.

I looked in the mirror, and I had one of those moments. It was a wow... look where I am. I'm still really young, but in my life I've accomplished a lot. I've lived in 5 very different states, I'm about to become a "serious law student" as Elle Woods (Legally Blonde) would say, and I consider myself to be somewhat intelligent and funny. There are times when I say things that are idiotic, and sometimes I don't think about my actions thoroughly before I do them, but for once, I'm proud of who I am.

Yes, I'm on a love-fest with myself. However, this is really rare. Maybe its because I'm gearing myself up for law school. Maybe its because I'm trying to remain positive about leaving New York behind. Maybe its because I've gotten some great attention from the opposite sex recently. Or maybe its because I'm finally learning who I can depend on, and how to tell other people how to fuck off.

Or maybe, I'm starting to become full circle. The reason why I chose to live in New York City of all places the year between undergrad and law school is to show myself that I'm independent, and that I can make it on my own. Now I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a loan from the 'rents every once in a while, but for the most part I've survived New York. I may not be perfect in any way, but one of the most important lessons I've learned is that if you don't love me for my flaws as well as the positives... then fuck you, you fuckin' fuck.

Word of the Day

2005-06-01T13:55:00.000-07:00

The word of the day is "Jeebus."

Jeebus, work has been hell recently. Thank Jeebus that this is my last month here. Not that I don't like my job, but there's been a new project that all came down on me, and its just stress I don't need on top of moving, starting to say goodbye to the East Coast, etc.

Jeebus, I wish we had every Monday off. That was nice turning my alarm off, and knowing I wouldn't be late to work.

Jeebus, the weather is nice. Too bad that I'm at work all day, so I can't enjoy it. But thank you, Jeebus for outdoor bars, like the one I'll be at after work with my double shot of tequila that I need.

And Jeebus, thank you for making me Jewish so that I don't believe in you, and can use the word "Jeebus" in every sentence. Jeebus, that's driving myself and my friends crazy.

Anchors Aweigh...

2005-05-27T07:20:00.000-07:00

First off, I'd like to thank everyone who came out/called/imed/messaged me on my birthday. It honestly really makes a girl smile when she knows she has such great friends who check friendster and facebook to see who's birthday it is.

I kid. Seriously, I have lived in CA, AZ, DC, MD, and NY... and I have to say that I truly have the best friends a girl could ask for. Thanks for all the wishes, the birthday was fun!

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Now for the meat of the entry. Starting Wednesday, Deja's favorite holiday began in NYC - Fleet Week. Yes, ladies, run, don't walk, to Times Square and catch your fill of eye candy!!!!!

Deja likes men in uniform. My "type" (if I had one), is a good looking, clean cut gentleman. Well, men in the military work out, are around my age, and tend to be gentlemen! Plus, I went to school in DC for 2 years, and enjoyed going out with Middies in Annapolis a lot. Mostly cause coming from a school like Arizona, I like men who are hot and know how to show a girl a good time. G-d Bless the Naval Academy, or as I call it - HappyLand.

Imagine this - a gorgeous campus right on the Chesapeake Bay, with a sea of men in crisp white uniforms walking around calling you "ma'am." They are physically fit, take courses on ettiquette, and are all intelligent. Every college girl's dream - especially college girls who go to school at a place like AU where all the good looking guys are gay.

I'm about to implicate myself, but yes, I am a bit of a ho. I'm young, not horrible looking, and like to have a good time. If I was a guy, I'd be a player, but since I'm female, I'm a slut. Whatever, I can live with that.

I am also very patriotic. I'm proud to be American, and love this country very much. The men and women who serve this country in the Armed Services are to be commended, and as such, whenever I meet someone in the military they automatically have my respect. They're much braver than us civilians are - since they are willing to put their lives on the line for this country and choose a lifestyle that makes personal relationships hard.

Now here's the humor: I have hooked up with men in 4 of the 5 branches of the Armed Forces. Here's a rundown:

1) Army - When I first moved to DC, I met a guy in the Army Old Guard named David. He and I dated the summer I interned on the Hill, and a few months after that. Cute, but it didn't work out.

2) Marines - I used to frequent a bar called the Mad Hatter in DC (M and 18th). The place was crawling with Marines, and I dated one (and through him I became good friends with the bouncers, including Martin who I still refer to as my "big bro.")

3) Coast Guard - I was drunk, OK?! That night I also allowed a girl in the Air Force to choke hold me so I'd pass out for 2 seconds. Clearly, that night I showed the best judgement EVER.

4) Navy - Well, with all the excursions to the Naval Academy, obviously I've dated one or two Navy boys. Shout out to Collier, since I know he reads the blog!

So the only branch I'm missing is Air Force. If you know of any cute Airmen who are looking for a nice kiss, leave a comment with a way I can reach you or him.

Enjoy the weekend! If you need me Sunday night, I'll be at Yankees stadium watching the Red Sox choke!

Deja's To Do List

2005-05-24T13:56:00.000-07:00

My coworker just brought back an AFLAC Duck dressed like the Statue of Liberty that screams "AFLAC!" when you squeeze it. I may cry... I can't believe I'm leaving! Here's stuff I have to do before I leave:

1) Go to the top of the Empire State Building
2) Make fun of people in MOMA, the Met, and Guggenheim
3) Rays Pizza. More Rays Pizza.
4) Go to snotty club and spill drinks on mean people. Totally by accident, of course.
5) Rent stripper pole bus and go to Foxwoods with coworkers
6) Read in Central Park.
7) Carriage ride with boy who is not related to me.
8) Try on Manolo Blahnik shoes. Jimmy Choos as well.
9) Yanks/Sox game. Oh yeah, I have tix for next Sunday already :)
10) Borrow puppy and go to Central Park. Play with puppy, and make another person pick up the poop.
11) Booze cruise
12) Meet another star of "The OC" in the West Village

I'll keep on adding more. Suggestions are welcome!

Politics...

2005-05-24T06:59:00.000-07:00

Alright, I'm going to go all political again. I'm prepared for the barrage of comments from the Christian Coalition, NRA, and Republican Party.

I'm just fed up with the Right-Wing Propagandists recently. Because I disagree with the fact we're in Iraq, apparently I'm un-American despite the fact that I've sent a few care packages to friends stationed there. I'm sorry, but when you lie to me deliberately telling the public that there are weapons of mass destruction over there that will soon blow up Disneyland, then change your tune to "Well, democracy must be spread" once you got caught... sorry if my support for the REASON we're out there dwindled. My support for the men and women who are serving will always be there, since I'll be honest in the fact that they're more corageous than myself by joining the armed forces.

What is un-American though? Lying to the country about why we went to war? Using the death of thousands of citizens to further your political agenda? Denying citizens happiness due to their sexual preference? Changing basic rules of Senate procedure that have been around for hundreds of years so that you could get 5 Judicial appointments though, yet block quite a few from the Clinton administration? Being more concerned with keeping immigrants out than adding more security to our ports and chemical plants?

Go ahead and comment. I just had to get some things off my hippy/liberal/bleeding heart chest. It had been a while.

Thing that make you go YAY!

2005-05-23T05:38:00.000-07:00

I'm really chipper today. Reasons why:

-Had a great time Saturday night. I have some really great friends in the city that showed up and laughed when the waiter poured tequila down my throat while wearing a huge sombrero. Will post the pix soon.

-Danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly, and had a Coyote take my bra off while leaving my shirt on. I feel sexy.

-Star Wars Episode 3 is awesome. I'm a dork and went back and watched parts of Episodes 4 and 5... and wow. The mark of a good movie is the ability to change your perspective, and I have to say the original Star Wars flicks are different after seeing Revenge of the Sith.

-I came in second at a poker tournament last night. That means I beat Mark and Tyler. And Tyler can't give directions - Ed and I wanted White Castle last night, and couldn't find Queens Blvd anywhere.

-I realized that my time in NYC (for now) is coming to an end in a little over a month. While that is really sad and I'm going to miss a lot of people, I'm also really excited about law school. Yeah, that sounds weird, but I am!

Alright, insightful thoughts are overrated. All I gotta say is all I care about is enjoying my time in NYC as much as I can!

Depressing...

2005-05-19T06:39:00.000-07:00

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Star Wars!!

2005-05-19T05:42:00.000-07:00

A long, long time ago in a state far, far away...

Deja was a little girl growing up in Anaheim Hills, CA. It is the late 80s, and my mom popped in the original 3 Star Wars into the VCR. I remember seeing for the first time the adventures of Luke, Leia, Han, and Chewie. It was AWESOME... although as a stupid little girl I had to ask my mom a lot of questions (such as "Why does Yoda talk funny?")

Last night I saw the final Star Wars for the first time. After a 2 hour nap, I awoke and headed to the AMC in Times Square, where Anna, Jake and I stood in line to see Anakin turn into Darth Vader.

(NO SPOILERS, I PROMISE)

DAMN it was cool. The special effects were amazing, the fights were the best of any Star Wars, and for once it was nice to see a gorgeous girl like Natalie Portman fat. Of course a lot of the dialogue was hokey beyond belief ("You're beautiful." "That's because I'm in love." "No, its because I love you so much."), but nothing is perfect.

I could get into the stuff that would spoil the movie for everyone, but that would be cruel. Instead, I'll say that it was a well done job of tying the first two travesties...er... episodes into the final 3. Here's a list of cool things that Lucas did to tie the movies in:

-You see Leia's ship from Episode 4.
-You see how the Emperor got fugly.
-You find out how Obi-Wan got Anakin's light saber.
-You see the different storm trooper get ups and their gadgets.
-R2, Yoda, and Chewie kick some major ass.
-You see why the droid army isn't in Episodes 4,5,6
-Padme rocks the cinammon buns.
-Ewan McGregor's accent was SPOT ON with Alec Guiness'.
-They have 2 suns on Tatooine.

In sum, I liked it. Sure, a lot of the dialogue is hokey, and Leia/Han's love story is 10x better than Padme/Anakin's. But I still have to say that the reasons Anakin turned to the dark side were believable, which was the major facet of the film. I say well done, and yes, I'll see it again this weekend.

Oh yeah, I was disappointed that I didn't see anyone dressed up in costumes for the 12:30 am showing. Although there were 2 dorks with $120 light sabers. That was funny. And I got interviewed for a high school in Jersey, and they introduced me as "One of the few chicks here in line willingly." Shout out to Columbia High School.

To the next step...

2005-05-16T07:09:00.000-07:00

There are so many milestones in everyone's life. Birthdays, graduations, first days, first experiences, etc. I've had my fair share, and each one has come with a different feeling.

My first days at middle and high schools always came with the same nervousness despite the fact I already knew everyone in my class. To be honest, each "first day," I told myself that it would be the best year ever and I would be the most popular kid in school. Finally, my first day Junior year of high school, I realized that I don't want to be popular, I just want to have a great time with the friends that will be there for me whether I weigh 95 or 195 pounds.

My Bat Mitzvah was memorable... although if my mom ever whips out those pictures again there will be some serious reprocusions.

Another milestone was my last day at summer camp. I had gone to the same camp for many years, but that last summer was the most memorable. Probably because it was the summer Melissa and I were finally in the same tent, and the summer I met Lauri (whose wedding I was in last fall), and Aimee. It was the beginning of our USY clique, which would soon encompass Adam, Daniel, and Danny... and we're still so close despite most of us moving all around the country. Heck, we have Danny's wedding coming up in July!

Then there was the first day of college. And then the many firsts that came with college! Those 4 years were perhaps the most eventful, educational (not just academically), and fun years I've ever had. My cooky and crazy friends at U of A are honestly the best, and my 4 years in college are what turned me into the woman I am today.

This past year held even more milestones. There was the first job out of college, quickly followed by the first REAL job out of college. I experienced my first year of being on my own, and with that I learned many things about myself and the world around me. I've learned that not everyone has my best interests at heart, and how to stand up for myself. Over the course of this year, many people have come and gone in my life, but I've learned to rely on myself a lot more, and that sometimes I do need to let the right people in. I've also learned that sometimes it is ok to act selfishly, because in the long run if you're not happy with yourself, making others happy will never happen.

I just had another milestone 20 minutes ago. I finally found the right moment and the right amount of courage (and yes, for once I'm sober) to tell the bosses that I'm leaving in July for law school.

Its odd, nothing ever really hits me. I graduated college in somewhat of a phase. My Bat Mitzvah was so rehearsed, I felt like that flew by. Transferring to AU was somewhat effortless. But telling my bosses and my coworkers that I'm leaving is hitting me.

I'm really leaving New York. I'm really going to law school. I'm really going to live on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I'm really going to law school. I'm going to be a lawyer. I'm going to have a career direction.

I guess the part that is really starting to get to me is that I really am growing up, and that I know where my life is going. In college, all you cared about was sex, alcohol, and graduating... and this past year I was really starting to think about whether I wanted to try and stay here on Wall St. or if I wanted to go back to law school. It was a major decision, since law school is somewhat like trade school, and my career path has for the most part been decided.

It also made me realize that I am growing up. I turn 23 soon (yeah, real old, I know...), and I'm somewhat relieved that I know where life is taking me. Its no longer one big question mark, as long as I work hard and do well in law school, I should be alright.

So here's to the next step... and to Star Wars Episode 3 coming out this week!!!

I Heart NY

2005-05-13T12:15:00.000-07:00

So while wandering around on my lunch break today, I passed by two hot cops in front of the Stock Exchange.

Is it wrong for me to contemplate trying to reach for their guns so they'd have to cuff me? "Oh, Officer, I'm a bad girl..."

This is stuff I shouldn't post on the internet. Whatever, you like it, biatch.

U of A! U of A! U of.... (passes out)

2005-05-09T08:14:00.000-07:00

This past weekend I went to Arizona so I could see my friends one last time before everyone graduates and moves on with their lives. I went to the University of Arizona for two wonderful years before transferring purely for Political Science purposes (Yes, at times I regret that decision). I miss the people there so much, and you're about to read why. First, I should make some introductions of the Freshman Fab Five, which is comprised of me and 4 of my bestest friends in the whole world:

Bella - My other half. She understands me in ways I can't comprehend, and is honestly my closest friend. Behind my mother, she is the most dialed number on my cell. She's an Oregonism, whose father is a hippy. Coolest chick ever.
Bobbo - My friend from my freshman Hebrew class. He's originally from Syracuse, and is moving to DC in about a month.
Kyla - Originally from Phoenix, he lived in Bella's and my dorm freshman year. In the same fraternity as Bobbo and Chi Chi.
Chi-Chi - Crazy kid from Ohio. Roommates with Kyla all 5 years in Tucson. In same frat (Phi Taurd) as Kyla and Bobbo.

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Thursday, May 5, 2005:

8 pm EST - Board a Jet Blue plane bound for Phoenix. Before I get on the plane, I talk to Bella, who tells me she's about to jump off a roof into a pool. (Note: its Drinko de Mayo)

11 pm MST - Get off the plane. Call Bella. Her credit card isn't working since Wells Fargo hates her, but she, Bobbo, Chi-Chi, and Kyla are on their way up to Phoenix to pick me up. They are 60 miles out.

11:30 pm - (Note: Bella drove 60 miles in 30 min. You do the math.)
I get tackled by Kyla, who tells me he emptied his flask of vodka into a 40 oz. Iced Tea. He gives me said Iced Tea, and I chug. And chug. Chi-Chi and Bobbo finally find me by the car (after calling out "Deja!" while running through baggage claim looking for me), and tackle me as well.

Midnight - We hit In-N-Out. Kyla kicks beetles around the floor. Deja and Bella are immersed in their burgers, which I believe came straight from the Lord Above. Sweet Jebus, I missed In-N-Out. And Sweet Jebus, that vodka's hitting me.

1 am - We're in the car, starting the 120-mile trek back to Tucson. Kyla and Chi-Chi are passed out in the back of Bella's dad's minivan, and Bobbo, Bella, and I are catching up with each other.

3 am - Beddy bye time with Bella
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Friday, May 6, 2005

10:30 am - Deja and Bella wake up hungry. We wake up a couple of Phi Taurds and tell them we're on our way over once we shower.

Noon - At the Phi Taurd house, debating what to do for breakfast. We look at the time, and realize its lunch time. I say Beyond Bread. We go there.

1 pm - Sitting at a table having delicious sammiches. People who have been to Tucson know about Beyond Bread, and how it's beyond orgasmic.

5 pm - We find ourselves sitting on the Phi Taurd house balcony, realizing we've done nothing productive all day. Deja loves it.

6:30 pm - Bella and Deja get all prettified, and head over to Blue Fin, where Bella has a friend who's a bartender. Deja introduces Bella to crab cakes and shrimp scampi, and Bella introduces Deja to friend Nick and bottle of white wine.

9:30 pm - Bella and Deja buzzingly wander through Osco Drugstore picking up plastic cups and beer for Flip Cup Friday (a tradition from our sophomore year). We also pick up leis that are wrapped around glowsticks. NOW we're feminine and cool.

10 pm - Bella and Deja start off the night playing Beer Pong at one of the coolest beer pong tables I've ever seen. Not sure who made it, but its in the Phi Taurd house. Check it out: Salim, Lute, and I think Channing signed it. Note how it says "Beer Down" instead of "Bear Down." Awesome.

11 pm - Flip Cup. Twice in a row. Deja's getting drunk.

12:30 am - Deja passes out in Meislin's lap.

1 am - Deja gets sick. Deja is a year out of college and has just thrown up in a frat house. Honestly, you can take the girl out of the sorority, but you can't take the sorority out of the girl.

2:30 am - Deja wakes up in Chi-Chi's bed with Bella and Chi-Chi speaking Chinese to Deja. Kyla runs in (leaving his 4 women in the living room), jumps onto Deja, and speaks her language - drunk people language. Deja understands now that Bella wants to take Deja home. I think Kyla told me something like: "BELLA WANTS TO GO VROOM VROOM WITH DEJA AND SLEEP WITH DEJA. DEJA LIKE?"

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Saturday, May 7, 2005

10:30 am - Deja wakes up, and thinks Bella is up too. Deja moves a little to see. Bella rolls over. She's awake. Deja informs Bella we're going to IHOP.

11:45 am - Deja and Bella are seated at IHOP and are starting to play flip cup with the little creamers they give you for coffee. Bobbo, Kyla, Chi-Chi, and Plano stumble in 20 minutes afterward.

12 - 1 pm - Fun times at IHOP. Good food as well. (stop laughing)

1:15 pm - Bella and Deja head to campus. Bella comes from a long line of hippies, and one of her friends from the hippy fair she goes to every year is performing at Centennial Hall with his juggling troupe. They're good, and have performed on Broadway, Rosie O'Donnel, all over. Flying Karamazov Brothers if you've heard of them. Anyway, Deja, Bella, and Bella family all go to the show, and afterward Bella and I hang out with 2 of the guys in the troupe. Really cool guys, and laying out on the grass outside the Arizona state museum was SO nice.

5 pm - Bella walks Deja around campus. This is Deja's first time seeing campus since the construction was completed, and Jeebus, it's purty! The new Student Union has a Memorial area in honor of the USS Arizona that sank during the attack on Pearl Harbor, complete with chains from the ship. The Alumni Plaza was pretty, although the red and gold pavement cracked me up (rumor has it that an ASU grad was the architect).

7:30ish - Bella and Deja head back to BellaCave and chill with ADHD Puppy Riley. We start to get ready for the evening

9pm - Midnight - Bella and Deja drink at BisonWitches. Blue Fin bartender and some other boys in love with Bella join us, and we drink. Bella is friends with the bartender, and we start off with: 1 Peach Long Island Iced Tea
1 Sex on the Beach
1 Jello Shot
1 Cool drink I can't remember the name of

Midnight or so - Phi Taurds join us. I had 2 more Vanilla Stoli and Cokes, and a shot of upside down cake. At this point, Bella points out to me that we don't have many cute pix of the 5 of us, so we should take some. Deja ruined a couple of them. When they get posted online, I'll include the link.

We order Jello Shots. We take them all at once (in Bisonwitches, you can't use your hands, only your mouth). I couldn't scoop the jello shot off the container. At all. I tried 3 times, and with everyone making me laugh, it only made the whole thing more difficult. Will post the video once it comes up.

At one point, I sent out a text message to many people calling them a purple monkey dishwasher. I didn't mean it. Sort of. I mean, some of you people are purple, and do resemble a dishwasher... but I didn't mean any offense by it.

1:30 am - Bobbo, Kyla, and I run to Bobbo's car. Bella heard us yelling from 2 streets over. Oops.

2 am - 24 hour Mexican fast food run to someplace on Campbell. Drunk Deja finds Bobbo's Starbucks apron in his car and puts it on because I'm cool.

2 am - We order. I take it upon myself to order in Spanish. I think I got what I wanted, and I hope they didn't spit in it.

We head back to the parking lot, and I hug a car that resembles Bella's, so I think its the BellaMobile. But there's a Theta sticker on it, and Bella isn't a Theta. Bella hugs the car since the lisence plate is from Oregon, I hug the car cause I think its Bella's, and Bella hugs the car since it's from Oregon. Then Chi-Chi comes up and tries to go up the butt with the car. He then goes back into the Mexican food place, yells "THETA ROCKS," and climbs into Bobbo's car.

2:30 am - Zeb meets us at the Phi Taurd house. Deja is so drunk she leaves her food sitting on the table. She picks up a bunch of Spring Fling shirts and decides to steal them. She gets Bella's car keys, and after trying to figure out the car doors for 10 minutes gives up and takes the shirts back inside.

3:30 am - We get back to Bella's. It is me, Bella, and Zeb. Bella and Zeb go downstairs to have a couple more drinks.

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Sunday, May 8th, 2005

8:30 am - Deja wakes up with no Bella in bed. Deja stumbles downstairs and sees Bella curled up in a chair, with random boy on couch. Deja tries to get Bella to go to bed, but to no avail. Deja goes back to bed.

11:30 am - Deja wakes up and stumbles downstairs again. She realizes random boy is Zeb. Oops. Deja sits in bowl-shaped chair and plays with dog. Deja falls out of chair. Twice.

Noon - Zeb leaves, and Deja and Bella start the day. We go to Off the Border for Mexican food (after calling our mommies of course, it IS Mommy's Day after all). Then we go to Starbucks, and Deja recognizes Bobbo's apron. We then head to Wild Wear, where Deja cleans out the store (I am now the proud owner of U of A flip flops), and then develop some pix from the night before.

6:45 pm - Bella and Deja meet up with Bobbo and Bobbo's Mommy for dinner. Bobbo Mommy has a cool new Yellow Jeep Wrangler that Bella has a hard on for. Its quite funny.

8:15 pm - We leave dinner. Deja has an 11:50 pm flight out of Phoenix (which is about an hour and a half away), and should high-tail it up I-10.

8:45 pm - Bella and I pick up Bella's dad's minivan so we can fit the 5 of us comfortably.

9 pm - We leave Tucson (with my boarding pass printed out)

9:05 pm - Construction. Deja starts pondering what would happen if she missed her flight.

9:50 pm - Deja wonders if we can stop by In-N-Out before she boards the plane

10:50 pm - I have an hour before the plane takes off, but we drive through In-N-Out anyway

11:00 pm - Deja makes it to the airport. Gives shortest goodbyes ever. Mostly cause if I took longer, I would've cried

11:20 pm - Deja gets to the gate. Deja wonders if she should get on the plane or not.

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Monday, May 9, 2005

7:30 am EST - Deja lands at JFK exhausted

8 am - Deja hops in cab so she can get to work somewhat on time. After traffic all the way through Queens, cab stops in Midtown tunnel for 20 minutes without moving. Deja is sleep deprived, claustrophobic, and probably still buzzed. Deja smells gas in the air. Deja thinks tunnel will erupt in ball of flames any second. Deja asks cabbie if this is normal. Cabbie laughs and turns on radio. Deja silently says "Screw you" to the cabbie and wonders if she should just go home.

10:30 am - Deja starts typing this story while doing work in between.

1:33 pm - After a Chipotle run with her coworker, Deja finishes story. Deja doesn't know if it makes sense since Deja got no sleep this weekend. Whatever, Deja's publishing it anyway and will edit it tomorrow (which will include inserted links to funny pix).

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I think the excerpt that sums up my weekend and how much I love these kids is:

Deja: Are we going to be those 30 year olds that are going to be reliving our glory days of college?
Bella: No, because when we're 30 we'll still be in our glory days.

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P.S. You are all still purple monkey dish washers.

Just a thought...

2005-05-05T08:38:00.000-07:00

If I were Katie Holmes, I'd dump Tom Cruise. Just so that I would be the girl that turned Tom Cruise down.

TAKE THAT, MAVERICK!

If you need me...

2005-05-05T06:35:00.000-07:00

I'll be in AZ. Tonight! I'll be on the 8:30 pm Jet Blue flight from JFK to PHX. Then I'll be on the 10:50 pm Bella-Mobile drive from PHX to In-N-Out, then In-N-Out to Tucson.

I love Jet Blue. Not only does it fly non-stop East to West Coast, but its so easy! Plus with all those back and forth trips from Long Beach to JFK, this trip to AZ is costing me $5. Yay for rewards programs! :)

Many people are asking me why I'm going back to Tucson. Why do you think? You think that this is a business trip? Yes. I work as an Assistant in Equity Research, and I'm going to Tucson on business. It's a "Filing For Professionals" convention. Jebus, peoplem, get a brain.

I called Bella last night to see if I should pack anything special. She laughed. I forgot, dressing up in Tucson included a pair of jeans with only 3 holes in them, and nice flip flops. I also asked about the weather, and she said it was warming up. Now I live in NYC, I haven't lived in Tucson in 2.5 years. Warming up to me means 60s-70s... warming up to her means 80s-90s. HOLY CRAP. But its a dry heat... (yay, my hair will look great!)

She also told me to bring a swimsuit. I have no clue where mine is! So I found bikini bottoms and threw in a tank top. Whatever, like I won't be sticking out like a sore thumb already (I'm brunettish who's... full figured. By that I mean I have natural Ds. Most girls at the U of A are blonde Barbie dolls. Check out Playboy's Girls of the Pac-10 if you don't believe me).

Man, work today is a joke. The entire time I'm just counting down the hours until I hop on the subway to JFK, then get on the 5 hour flight to PHX, then FINALLY SEE BELLA! I hope some Phi Taurds come with her to pick me up!

So if you need me, call the cell. I'll most likely be drunk.

More Wendyisms

2005-05-03T14:38:00.000-07:00

-I LEAVE FOR TUCSON IN 2 DAYS! That means I land in Phoenix, get picked up by Bella (who I will most likely tackle when I see her... and yes, that may be in a sexual way), stop by In-N-Out off of I-10 on the outskirts of the Phoenix Metropolitan area, and get to Tucson about 2 am Mountain Standard Time.

Here is the schedule:

Thursday night: In-N-Out, play with iPod on way back down to Tucson, SLEEP
Friday: Hang out once I awaken from my coma, go to dinner at Blue Finn, harass Phi Taurds until Flip Cup Friday begins
Saturday: IHOP most likely, drinking, some juggling show I'm going to with Bella and her parents, more partying
Sunday: Lord knows what, but I have a red eye back to JFK that night.

And yes, my U of A butt shorts may or may not make an appearance.

-Last weekend was great. Jess was in town, plus I got to see Tyler twice in two days. Yes, be jealous. I also got to see Mark too! Oh yeah, there was drinking and a text message telling me that there was cross-dressing mini skirting in Killington (one of the bars had a miniskirt party, you had to wear a miniskirt in order to get in. At leat that was his excuse). Unfortunately Matt refused to send me a pic over the camera phone. I'm a little bitter, I bet his legs looked bootylicious (snaps) in a mini.

-Saturday night Jess, Anna, DotCommer and I went to a bar on the Lower East Side (at Houston and Eldridge). Anna and I had to go to an ATM, so we went to the Checks Cashed on the corner. That ATM didn't work. We went to the deli next door. That ATM didn't work. We tried the movie theatre 2 doors down. That ATM didn't work. 3 in a row. Sweet Jebus. This is why I don't like the LES so much (that and its a 20 dollar cab ride back home, and you have to pay with cash, which you cannot get because the friggin ATMS don't work).

-Saturday Jess and I walked from my apt all the way down to Columbus Circle. Once there, we go to a Starbucks. I refused to stay since there were no seats available, and Deja + Caffine + On Her Feet = Her Jumping Up and Down, and quite possibly me walking into a wall or pulling a door that says "push" on it. We found a Starbucks LITERALLY a block away where we sat down.

While drinking my Iced White Chocolate Mocha and her Caramel Frap, it really started to rain. Our walk had to stop, and the question "What do you wanna do?" came up. I told her my hair needed a trim, so we hopped on the subway and went to a place around the corner from my apt.
I walk in, explain what I need, and a stylist came up to help me. Her first words were (I shit you not), "I speak little English."

(SIDE NOTE: For those who don't know me, I have had highlights in my hair since I was 16, and straighten it every other day. My hair is VERY important to me.)

Jess and I look at each other. I eye the door and praise the powers that be that I peed before we got there, but decide that taking a risk could be a good thing. Hell, the stylist was Russian and Russian women are hot (as long as they wax), so why not? She ended up doing a pretty good job with the cut and blowdry, and when I did it myself this morning, it doesn't look half bad! The layers are a little shorter than what I wanted, but whatever, my hair grows like pot in Snoop Dogg's backyard so within 2 weeks or so I'll look hot.

-Tyler now works at MTV. In fact, for TRL. I also know Tyler's boss now.

Reason why this is really cool? When I was 16, I waited for 6 hours for NSYNC tickets. Rama, Jolina and I all learned the "Bye Bye Bye" dance (I also know most of Britney's routines from her videos, and some from her concerts. If you want to see me do this, you'll have to buy me about 4-5 vanilla stoli and cokes). I used to WORSHIP the gods that were T, R, and L.

Tyler's boss invited me to Vegas for MTV summer break thing. If I was 16 again, I would not have a voice from screaming "OHMYGAWDAREYOUSERIOUS? HOLYCRAPILOVEYOUIWANTJUSTINTIMBERLAKE'SBABIES!" Now I think that's pretty cool, but I'm not wasting the minimal amount of money in my bank account to fly to Vegas when I can drive there on random weekends next year!

-Oh yeah, and Jess likes firefighters. :)

I'm a dork.

2005-05-03T12:16:00.000-07:00

Today at lunch I went to Borders. Here's what I bought:

-"Phantom of the Opera" DVD
-People Magazine
-Time Magazine because Darth Vader's on the cover.

And I have 12:30 am tickets for Star Wars Episode 3. Does anyone have an extra set of Dungeons and Dragons so I can start learning that now?

Crap.

2005-05-03T07:17:00.000-07:00

I am:
20%
Republican.

"You're probably one of those people who still thinks that getting a blowjob is not an impeachable offense."

Are You A Republican?

That's 19% too high. At least I can ward off the attacks on me being a "tree-hugging-hippy-liberal-who-wants-to-take-away-my-guns."

This is what working for an Investment Bank instead of the John Kerry campaign does to a girl.

Sisters

2005-05-02T08:29:00.000-07:00

Sorry. This post won't be very funny for a number of reasons: I'm exhausted, I'm feeling nostalgic, and I'm never really funny, I just like to think that I am.

I am the middle of 3 girls (I feel sorta sorry for my dad, with his love of sports I'm sure that he would've liked a son... but that's ok, I know he LOVED my dance team competitions). J is 24, I'm 22, and Al is 20, which means that not only are we sisters, but our ages allow us to also be good friends.

We had the typical childhood where we would fight like cats and dogs one day, and the next we would hole ourselves up in a room and play with our American Girls dolls, emerging only for meals. There would be days I wanted to rip my sisters' hair out because they beat me on Duck Hunt by standing an inch from the TV, and then there were days when I would "sleepover" in Jess' room. There were days when they managed to lock me in my room, and then later that night we would play in our mini house in the backyard.

But, as with everything, things change with age and new experiences. Soon enough college came, and all of our relationships changed with each other. Jess and I were at the U of A together for my freshmen and sophomore years, and we had a tumultuous experience. I've learned that when you live with your sister, although finances work out better... you both know how to push each other's buttons like no other. We had a lot of blowouts that would've shamed Wrestlemania.

My Junior and half my Senior year at American, Al was there. It was the first time I really looked at her not as my baby sister, but as someone who has grown up fast. A lot of it was her strength coming from people who tried to tear her down. To this day, I try to channel "Alanaism" when people are screwing me over, and just tell them to take whatever they're trying to throw at me and shove it where the sun don't shine.

Al also has a knack for being shy around new people, but once she lets you in, she will go to the ends of the earth for you. I only have a few people I call past 3 am (for non-sexual favors), and Al is on that list (Jess is too, but since she's temporarily living at home, I can't call her so often. My folks don't need to know what I'm doing in the middle of the night).

Sometimes I can be reserved and not share a lot about me (despite what this blog says otherwise). I'm not a person who talks about myself for hours on end, yet with them I have no problem being selfish. When I need someone to talk to, I can call them.

There have been many instances where I'll be in a fight with a sister and swear to my mom "I'll never trust her again," and everytime my mom would tell me that in the long run, they will be there for me when I need them.

I hate it when my mom's right.

During Alana's and my first year at AU, my father was diagnosed with cancer, which many people don't know about. Mostly cause I don't like talking about it in detail, cause it only draws the "pity me" attention to myself (which I HATE), and I also don't like to talk about how my dog died when I was 13, genocide, and suffering children. For those who don't know anything about this, he's fine, and he kicked cancer's ass. But during that time, Alana and I grew very close to each other since we both were clear across the country while my dad went into surgery at our first year at AU. Even though I'm 2 years older than her, I feel that her strength and maturity put her way beyond hers and mine years.

Jess and I never had such a jaunting experience, but we've always been close due to our proximity in age, and the fact that we do have some friends that overlap. And this past weekend was a great time, which doesn't hurt :)

So I'm going to stop yapping and grab some lunch. But my mom was right all along... no matter what ups and downs may come along, my sisters will always be there. Even if it is Alana calling my ass at 3 am complaining about how she stubbed her toe.

Are we programmed this way?

2005-04-29T08:13:00.001-07:00

Last night I was out for a couple drinks, and talking to Tyler's coworker about his woman woes. He was telling me and Aria about how this girl that he hooked up with in Cancun (completely sober I'm sure), who seemed to be blowing things out of proportion.

He had called her a few times to invite her out to group outings. She finally blew up at him and sent him texts and voicemails saying "I thought I could count on you" since apparently she took the drunken hookup and his invites as a relationship. Aria told him flat out that this guy needed to tell PsychoBabe that there is no intentions of a relationship. Because if he said "Maybe in the future," she would go and talk to her girlfriends and misinterpret that as "In a few weeks."

I'm so sick of overanalyzing men's behavior. From what I know of my guy friends and reading the Tucker Max stories (yes, I have some downtime at work), I am starting to make my own deductions about men, and get annoyed with women that for the sake of their ego, try and turn his signals into something else. disclaimer: more than two people have talked to me about this in the past 48 hours One example is when a girl goes on a great first date, she will automatically start thinking about the future. That's great, many first dates DO lead to great futures, but a good first date in many cases just means that the two of you can maintain a conversation with each other, and it'll take a few more to see if there is chemistry there. (There is always the rare fairy tale first date, but that is much more of the exception to the rule).

All girls analyze men's behavior. As I'm sure all men analyze women's behavior. However, the difference between the two is huge, and I think its because we are programmed differently. Women generally look for a steady boyfriend, someone to depend on. Men tend to look for women, and if it leads to something, great, but if it doesn't, then oh well. Most guys I know are looking for that special something in their life, but if they don't find it right away, they don't bitch about it (i.e. "What's wrong with me?") .

Maybe its me growing up. Maybe its me just getting fed up with how people can't handle the dating scene. Maybe its me bored at work. But I wish that girls would just stop misinterpreting men's signals. "You have nice boobs" does not lead to a trip down the aisle. And sometimes, just enjoying each other's company should be enough.

Yes, I want the fairy tale. But life doesn't always happen that way. Love and relationships take time, patience, and more importantly, the right person. Sure, that cute guy in the bar picking up on you gave you a great ego boost, but can you picture your life with him? Even when he's old and lost his looks? Will you still want to wake up next to him every morning, and look forward to spending your day with him? No? Then STOP TRYING TO MAKE HIM YOUR BOYFRIEND. YOU WILL ONLY GET HURT.

I know it sounds like I'm taking a "holier than thou" approach to this whole thing, but I'm not. I will also recognize the faults within myself. Yes, little things from guys I care about give me a boost, but then again, I know not to get carried away. I try to protect myself from heartache, and while I get excited about little things men do, I also try and look at the overall situation and to not play down the bad things to appease my ego. While I want the fairy tale, I also live in a real world where fairy tales don't happen quite the way movies play them out...

Look at the above paragraph. Yes, I analyze too.

So the point is, I just needed to bitch a little bit. And to all girls and boys out there - don't let a potential good time be ruined with your focusing on the future, and not the present. If the present is good, the future probably will be as well.

Hell, why not?

2005-04-27T14:23:00.000-07:00

Bold the states you've been to, underline the states you've lived in, and italicize the state you're in now...

Alabama / Alaska / Arizona / Arkansas / California / Colorado / Connecticut / Delaware / Florida / Georgia / Hawaii / Idaho / Illinois / Indiana / Iowa / Kansas / Kentucky / Louisiana / Maine / Maryland / Massachusetts / Michigan / Minnesota / Mississippi / Missouri / Montana / Nebraska / Nevada / New Hampshire / New Jersey / New Mexico / New York / North Carolina / North Dakota / Ohio / Oklahoma / Oregon / Pennsylvania / Rhode Island / South Carolina / South Dakota / Tennessee / Texas / Utah / Vermont / Virginia / Washington / West Virginia / Wisconsin / Wyoming / Washington D.C

NY Dejas of Anaheim

2005-04-27T08:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday at 4 pm I got a phone call from my Uncle (see Passover entry), offering me 4 tix for the Yanks/Halos game last night. Halfway through my "Well, I have Pilates class," I realized what I was saying, and immediately boomed a "YES, I'LL BE AT YOUR OFFICE IN AN HOUR AND A HALF!"

I love my Uncle. First I went to his office in midtown, where Jersey Boy and I were ushered into a conference room. I felt like a CEO. Then I realized that I was the equivilent of the girl who ushered us in.

After receiving the tix, we hopped on the 4 train and got to the stadium. Once Jersey Boy FINALLY got in (apparently girls can bring in purses, but manbags aren't allowed... I'll file a discrimination suit after I get my J.D.), we discovered the seats weren't seats. They were fucking thrones they were 10 rows up from first base, with waitress service. Yes, WAITRESS service. As in I order a Chardonnay, and she brings it to my seat in a plastic cup and straw. (Click)

Of course, people asked me who I was going to root for. I grew up in Anaheim Hills going to California Angels games at the "Big A" with my dad. I have many memories of that stadium, from almost catching a foul ball before some bastard took it from my hands to watching the Disneyland fireworks from the studium. Then again, I also love the Yanks, as my Section 39 partial season tix will testify.

It ends up that I am a bit more of an Angel fan than a Yankee fan. After A-Rod's 3rd home run and 10th RBI, I:
1) Cursed myself for not getting him on my fantasy team
and
2) Realized I was actually upset at this. I wanted a close game at least!

So the game part was fun. But I have to say, guido watching was the best. Check out the guy in the velour sweat pants, gold NYY chain, and pager in the crotch part of his pants. (He's the dude in the Giambi Jersey) Too bad he decided to pick up the waitress instead of me. Then again, the waitress had 20 years on me, and her bangs were more 80s than mine.

So all in all, my Uncle ROCKS, Yankees are good, A-Rod's batting average sky-rocketed in one night, I still love my Angels (even though I hate Arte for changing their name to the "Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim"... don't get me started on that retardation of the human mind), and I had Chardonnay out of a plastic cup.

And tonight the older sister gets into town. YAY!

Ode to the U of A

2005-04-26T07:21:00.000-07:00

Today's entry is brought to you by the letters "U" and "A." (And b-o-r-e-d a-t w-o-r-k).

I started kollij at the University of Arizona, where I had a great two years. Sometimes I regret transferring to American, but I digress.

Since I'm still less than a year out of kollij, it's acceptable for me to pine for the days when I didn't have to ask for the day off, when blowing off responsibility was expected, and where the beer flowed like the bodies in the Hudson River.

UofA is unlike many schools. There are a lot more cacti there, among other things. I'll try and make this short and sweet, but when have I ever been able to do that?

-I'm headed back to Tucson in a week and a half (YAY!!!!). The reason? Most of my friends from freshman year are super-seniors, which is actually normal out there. There was an article in the NY Times on Sunday highlighting the UofA, and in it was a statistic saying most students take 4.7 years to graduate. UofA is also known as having the best looking students in the Pac-10, so do people really wonder why they take an extra year?

-My sophomore year we initiated Flip Cup Fridays (which started at 10 pm). They were followed by IHOP Saturdays (which started at 10 am).

-Your rite of passage at the UofA was caravaning 1.5 hours down to Nogales, a shady Mexican border town. Dorms would rent busses to shuttle students down there, and for $30 a night, you would get a round-trip ride, and $10 leftover to buy 10 shots of Tequila. Here in NYC, if you only spend $30 for one night, that'll get you about 2 drinks and a cab ride.

-I spent a semester sharing a bed with my best friend, and other half of my brain, Bella. I'm an attention whore - I love seeing guys' reactions to that one.

-Yes, I was a sorostitute at UofA, and my best guy friends were in a frat. When you go to a school of 30,000 undergrads, joining a Greek Organization helps one find their niche in a big environment. And it helps you find good parties and score.

-Basketball at UofA is a way of life. With such greats like Mike Bibby, the Stoudamires, and Luke Walton as alum, the city of Tucson is now filled literally with bastards (and I'm not referring to the Pike chapter there).

-Rent there was amazing. People would complain if their apartment cost them more than $350 a month. For $350 a month in New York, your bedroom would be the J, M, Z train.

-Two words: MEXICAN FOOD. Two more words: LOS BETOS. Betos is a 24 hour Mexican food place where kids go only when they're tanked, because you're going to throw up anyway, you might as well eat that shit.

-I remember during basketball season bashing other schools. It went as followed:
Stanford - nerds
ASU - Scumdevils
UCLA - Fuckers didn't let me in their school, therefore, I hate them. F-UCLA!
USC - Can't spell "Suck" without the U-S-C. But I actually do like USC (by default, since I hate UCLA), so I don't make fun of them so much. Plus Dad and younger sister went/go there, and Dad has season tix for next year's Trojan Threepeat... So FIGHT ON! (Does funny V thing with fingers like the wannabe I am)
OSU/UofO - Silly Oregonisms (yeah, Jason and Patty!)
Duke - HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE DUKE. My freshman year Duke beat us in the Championship game of the NCAA tourney, and of course we had a drinking game. Every time the buzzer rang, Bella drank, and every time a white boy scored I would drink (I have a huge crush on Luke Walton). That night Dunleavy was on fire... and Deja was too.

-Oh yeah, there was football too. But the tailgating was a pre-party to the game, and since football there is abysmal, that game would just lead to more "drowning our sorrows." I think the Wildcat football team's motto is "Just wait till basketball season."

So much more I could type, but I've been updating this too often, so I'll let you 5 people who read this (6... shout out to Katherine!) catch up on your reading.

Oh yeah, and I still miss bread. Stupid Jewish holiday. My kingdom for a bagel.

Stupid Jewish Atkins Diet...

2005-04-25T07:50:00.000-07:00

Ahhh, Passover. Time for family, food, and no bread. Yes, food, but no bread. Let me tell you how good that tastes. No really, I love Matzah. Then again, I also love ulcers and seeing puppies suffer.

I had a good weekend - starting on Saturday afternoon it was Long Island family time! My Aunt (who's really my mom's first cousin, but I call her my Aunt since I think of her like one) and Uncle (her husband) took me under their wing for this holiday, and I had a good couple seders intermixed with Long Island Jewish talk. Which is just normal Jewish talk with a thicker accent.

I love spending time with my aunt, she is honestly really cool! She and my younger sister have two big things in common - they'll tell you how it is and damn, they're fun to go shopping with.

Talking with my Aunt is a lot of fun. I love going to her diner with her, sitting there with our coffee and chatting. We catch up on all the family gossip, and talk about friends and politics. Now when I say politics I don't mean Dubya. I mean her best friend's son who's getting married to the girl who's mother isn't doing much in terms of the wedding, when the role of mother of the bride is to care more and... well, you get the point.

After the diner we always go shopping. Yesterday it was to Roosevelt Field. I felt like I was getting back in touch with my roots. It's amazing what a visit to Nordstroms can do to a Jewish California girl's chi/aura/whatever the hell you wanna call it.

Random observations I had over the past weekend:
-People on Long Island have purebred dogs. And many of them name the dogs after stadiums that house their favorite teams (like "Shea," "Madison," and "Cameron," honoring the Mets, Knicks, and Duke). This is funny to me, since I wanted to name one of our dogs "Dinner." Think about it, you call out "DINNER!" and an 11 pound dog comes running in.

-People on Long Island REALLY like the Mets. I mention the Yankees and the conversation turns to tolerance, since at least I don't like the Phillies. There's even a Mets Clubhouse store in Roosevelt Field. After seeing that, everytime I blink I see orange and blue.

-People on Long Island also find it funny that I'm going to law school at Pepperdine. Typical conversation:

Long Islander: "Oh, nice to meet you Wendy. What do you do?"
Me: "Well, I'm originally from Anaheim, CA. Right now I work at ________, but I'm headed to law school in the fall."
Long Islander: "Which one? Will you be staying in New York?"
Me: "It came down to Hofstra and Pepperdine, but I'm going with Pepperdine."
Long Islander: "Where exactly is Pepperdine?"
Me: "Malibu."
Long Islander: (laughs in a somewhat condescending manner)

What's so funny? I find it funny that Hofstra dropped a good 13 places in the rankings, while Pepperdine jumped by 22 places. Pepperdine is 77 (I think) and Hofstra's 99. Plus I get to surf between classes. In December, while you're freezing. The joke's on you!!!!

-Recently the weather in NYC has been in the 50s and 60s. New Yorkers call this weather "nice." I call it "winter."

I am so smart... S-M-R-T

2005-04-21T08:52:00.000-07:00

This entry is mostly about stupid people. I’m not saying that I’m a genius, but I’m fed up with stupidity and childish drama. Once I was afraid of confrontation, but now I’ll say what’s on my mind. So this entry is dedicated to every moron out there, including myself at times. Here are some recent prime examples of stupidity at its finest:

-I was in a bar chatting with a group of people. One of the guys decided to hit on me by talking baseball. Here’s the conversation, almost verbatim:

Him: “So, you like the Yankees?”
Me: “Yeah, I do. The Yanks and Angels are my favorite teams…”
Him: “I’m a Red Sox fan. I HATE the Yankees and anything that has to do with that god-forsaken team. By the way, can I buy you a drink?”
Me: “I’m engaged to a Navy Seal.”

-I was at 43rd Street and Broadway when a tourist couple came up to me and asked, “Where’s Times Square?”

-Did you know that there are girls out there saving their virginity for marriage and yet will give blow jobs and have anal sex?

-The recent example that inspired me to write this entry, is the following conversation I had a few weeks ago:

Him: My coworker won an iPod and doesn’t know what one is.
Me: Wow, that’s really special; even my parents know what an iPod is.
Him: Well, your parents are smart. After all, they knew to stop having kids after your younger sister was born when they noticed it went down hill from you.

He claims that this was a compliment to me, rather than an insult to her, and that his friends all thought that the “joke” was funny. I think that’s about as hilarious as if someone joked about how my dog died when I was 12, now THAT’s comedy.

I’m not posting names on this blog to protect those involved, but I just had to publish this. Before, I’d be afraid to put stuff this personal on the blog, but guess what… THIS IS WHY I STARTED ONE. To post some of my thoughts out there for the world to see. Well, some of them at least, the ones that won’t ruin my congressional campaign in 15 years.

Comment if you want, and let me know if that is funny. Cause maybe I just don’t have a sense of humor at all.

And once again, everyone is invited to the party in my pants tomorrow night.

New Pope

2005-04-19T12:22:00.000-07:00

-In case you live under a rock, there's a new pope. When he was being announced, market activity went down considerably. It was pretty cool.

-My coworker pointed out that once again, Germany took over Poland's place.

-I just want for one day to come to a window and have hundreds of thousands of people cheer for me. That would be really cool.

-I also want to create an evite for a party in my pants as a joke. Let me see if I can...

http://www.evite.com/pages/invite/viewInvite.jsp?event=RCCNLKOPSXFPPJLKZFTU&unknownUser=true

Haha, ok, I need to grow up. Whatever, that's awesome.

Weekend Roundup

2005-04-18T09:27:00.000-07:00

Friday: Went out to Village Karaoke. No idea that you could have a karaoke bar that doesn't serve alcohol. Like I'm going to sing some of that stuff sober. Note to self: It IS BYOB, so next time I'll bring my flask and some mixers.

Saturday: Chilled with Anna all day and night. It was good therapy for both of us, and I FINALLY saw "The Big Lebowski." Because I don't say "dude" enough beforehand.

Sunday: After an early morning wake-up call, went on the MS Walk with Team Broken Jaw. It was a good time, and it was fun to see Tyler, Mark, Aria, and Buddy Jim again! Aria wore an (ANAHEIM) Angels cap, which kicked ass. A snippet from yesterday:

Tyler (referring to me going to Pepperdine Law next year): "Are you going to be Malibu Barbie?"
Anna: "Or MaliJew Barbie?"

Anna and I ended up walking about 9 miles. Its good to have a work-out buddy who'll keep me on track so that I will look like Britney Spears ala her "Slave 4 U" days.

Shoot...

2005-04-18T08:42:00.000-07:00

I left my cell phone on the charger today. I will have the most fully charged cell phone of anyone I know by the end of today.

I hate it when I do that.

Epiphany

2005-04-14T13:17:00.000-07:00

I swear, last post of the day.

The reason why girls like assholes:

If we went out with guys that treated us right, who would we nag? Nice guys are perfect, and thus, boring. We can't nag them, they already treat us right. Assholes, we have a challenge!

DISCLAIMER: This doesn't mean I date assholes. This is just a theory in general.

What I've learned

2005-04-14T11:05:00.000-07:00

See, I told you I'd find something to post about.

Like any other normal 22 year old, I've been to a good amount of alcoholic establishments. And since I'm not completely unfortunate looking (especially when wearing something low cut... I know what my best assets are), I've had a good amount of men hit on me and my friends. And I've had a lot of fun turning them down (shout out to Anna who was there with me when I told a guy "You don't want to tap my ass, I have 5 different STDS," which isn't true).

So, after observing and taking part in one of the greatest social phenomenon - meeting a member of the opposite sex, I will now post a guide on things that work in my opinion. NOTE: Not everyone is the same, these pointers are meant as a way for me to entertain myself at work. Also, the "Chronicles" blog gave me a lot of notoriety in the world of my buddy list, so I'm trying to make myself popular again.

1. Be good looking. I and most everyone else is superficial. Try at least to make yourself look presentable, because you can't kiss someone who makes you nauseous.

2. No cheesy pick up lines. If you tell me that "it must've hurt falling from heaven," don't expect my phone number. I hate people that put on an act, and a stupid pick up line is a sure-fire way to show that you are a tool.

3. Don't show off. You drive a Porsche? That's cool, I wanna take that thing out on an open road once I learn how to drive a stick shift, but don't make that the first thing mentioned when talking to a girl. Let your attributes show themselves off, don't toot your own horn.

4. You buy me shots = Me going home in cab or ending the night with my head in the toilet. If a guy tells a girl "No, really, you just seem cool and I wanna chill with you. Here, let me buy you a double shot of tequila," that usually means "If I get you wasted, maybe you'll do things you claim you 'never do.'" Although free alcohol is every woman's birthright, we can tell when you're trying to get us drunk so you can get laid.

5. Bow out gracefully. If a girl mentions another guy's name without the prefix of "My friend," that's usually your cue to "find your friends" or "go to the bathroom."

I'll add more as I think of them. The above were aimed at men, here are my pointers for women:

Go up to a guy, look him in the eyes and say one of the following:
-"I'm so drunk, will you help me home?"
-"I have boobs."
-"This skeezy guy over there was talking to me, and I'm not interested. Can I chill with you for a few minutes?"
-Look at tv screen playing sports game, pretend you're interested, comment on game. DO NOT DO IF YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT SPORTS. Sports fans can tell when you don't really know what's going on, and I find it annoying when a girl asks who's playing... such as "What team is that? The Yankees? OH."
-"Hi. My name is _______."
-ANYTHING. We have it somewhat easier than men.

Oh man...

2005-04-09T06:50:00.000-07:00

Things I did last night:

-Open bar for 3 hours
-Drank with a truck driver and a bunch of people who flew in from all over the country for this party. Including "America Jr." (Canadia)
-Call Mark asking where the good strip bars are
-Took a cab ride to Astoria
-Went to a strip bar
-Got a lap dance
-Passed out in a cab taking me home

I have to get ready and get to the Yankee game. Yes, I hurt, and no, I have no clue how I'm up right now.

Another night in Dejadom

2005-04-08T06:15:00.000-07:00

So last night Aria and I had a vagina night (manis and pedis, and then go have a Cosmo in a diner. Yes, I had a classy drink in a local diner. I heart NY.). Tyler even made a guest appearance, and I have to be honest, they are the funnest couple to hang out with, and trust me, in my almost-23 years on this planet I've played 3rd wheel a few times.

ANYWAY, I get home, watch my tape of "The OC" (DAMN Ryan is hot shirtless. Hell, he's hot with his shirt on. This is why I watch "The OC" in bed) . My friend from the TMMB calls, we chat, decide that we're going to Tanked for the Troops later tonight, I go night night.

Then the calls roll in. In my tired stupor, I turn off my cell each time it rings. I will now check my voicemail while typing this blog:

VM 1 - Alana. She's saying hi... give me a call... hurry up and get to Malibu... ok... I'll ttyl... ok... bye.

VM 2 - Collier. Hi! I'm calling to say hi! I said hi. So... hi! Ok, bye.

VM 3 - Bella. She makes fun of the fact that I hate my "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" ringtone (See entries below). Tells me that she was at Bisonwitches (a great bar/sammich shop in Tucson), got tired, and while she was brushing her teeth found out that her presence was requested at a Phi Tau party. She is now on her way to the Phi Taurd house.

VM 4 - Bella. "DEEEEEEEJJJJJJJJAAAAAA!!!! I'm here with Adam!" (Adam is more affectionately known as "Chi Chi") They're going to play beer pong together... miss you... expect more calls!

VM 5 - Bella. "DEEJJJAAA! I'm here with Chi Chi, and there's someone making out on the couch." (Chi Chi takes the phone) "We're watching this. They're all like (makes sucking noises)... I want to make sweet love to you... mmmmm....." (Bella takes back phone) "So hurry up and get out here! Miss you, love you!"

Man, I miss those guys. Can't wait till May 8th... and Flip Cup Friday better damn make a comeback!!!

WHAT?!

2005-04-07T13:58:00.000-07:00

S is for "Screw You PBS!"

Wendyisms for 4/7

2005-04-07T12:11:00.000-07:00

Since I bitch about no one updating their blogs/webjournals, I should practice what I preach.

-Speaking of which, I had another preacher on the subway yesterday. I miss my iPod (its battery is getting fixed). This guy kept on saying "JESUS IS SAVIOR, JESUS IS SAVIOR." Being the little Jewish bitch I am, I almost yelled some mean stuff but I was good and held my tongue. At least the preacher was polite since he didn't try and talk over the conductor. It was quite funny: "JESUS WILL SAVE US this is 14th street transfer is available to the... ALL FROM THE APOCOLYPSE"

-This is going to sound horrible, but I'm glad that the media coverage for the pope's passing has erased the whole Terri Schiavo debacle from the front pages. He was a great man who changed the public's perception of the Church in a good way, and I'm glad that people are properly honoring his death. Although its somewhat funny that Mel Gibson won't see the pontiff's body because he doesn't want to wait in the line.

-The song "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" has got to be the most annoying song ever. A group of girls singing it at karaoke is about as much fun to listen to as a dying cat howling as its nails are being dragged across a chalkboard. I have it as a ringtone for whenever a person from U of A calls so that I'll wake up in the middle of the night when they drunk dial me.

-I'm getting pretty psyched to move back to CA. I haven't lived there in 5 years, and give me traffic on the 405 above trying to get around those fucking middle school groups who invade NYC and don't know how to walk. I swear, if I see another 12 year old couple making out on Wall Street, I'll play the "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" ringtone in the douchebags' ears.

MS Walk

2005-04-04T09:18:00.000-07:00

Since its April, I should start pimping this and getting donations:

https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=74958&supid=66948618

Also, for those in NYC, feel free to join Team Broken Jaw! Below my name, click on "My Team Page" and then "Join Our Team."

NO STRANGE BLOGGER PEOPLE. I WILL KILL YOU IF I DONT KNOW YOU AND YOU JOIN. ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARITY.

FAQs

2005-03-31T11:05:00.000-08:00

So recently I've been noticing that a lot of my friends with blog/live journals/xando/myspace/WHATEVER OTHER FRIGGIN WEBSITES THERE ARE OUT THERE are taking these stupid surveys that have questions like "What's your favorite subject?" and "Do you have a crush?" Considering I'm passed the 3rd Grade, I'm going to make my own survey about it. Copy it and put it in your own site if you want, but I'm just viewing this as a way for me to look busy at work.

Name: Wendy Gabrielle. I'm named after my great-grandfather (William) and my great-grandmother (Goldie, real name Olga from Russia). My family names their kids after dead people.
Nickname(s): Deja, Wendella, Cali, Hoe. Deja is from when my grandmother left me a message on my machine calling me "Wendella," and Bella started pronouncing my name in different languages (Spanish=Wendeya, Portuguese=Wendeja). Wendeja got shortened to Deja, and it stuck.
Hometown: Anaheim Hills, CA. Famous for being in the OC and being 20 min from Disneyland. Its part of Anaheim, which is home to the Mighty Ducks and the Angels, no matter what the friggin owner says.
Birthday: May 25, 1982
Current location: NYC. Live on the UWS, and work on Wall St. But don't ask me jack about finances, I really don't know.
Education: High school (Canyon HS), 2 years of college at University of Arizona, then transferred to American University for last two years. Looks like Pepperdine Law this fall, although I haven't completely ruled out Hofstra.
Occupation: Assistant in Equity Research. NOT Secretary. I do more than just answer phones (yes, that degree is being put to use).
Siblings: 2 sisters - one older, one younger. Older one is a 5th grade teacher, younger one is at USC (FIGHT ON!)
Life Goals: Happiness (yes, I read Socrates). More specifically to travel the world and to complete my list of "Things to do before I die."
Favorite Food: Chocolate and chicken, although NOT together.
Favorite Drink: Vanilla Stoli and Coke, or Malibu and anything. I'm a chick, its ok for me to order that in a bar.
Least favorite drink: Ouzo. That caused me to crawl from the toilet to a place on the carpet to pass out one night. Wasn't fun.
Hobbies: Dancing, Pilates, reading, skiing
First kiss: Peck: kindergarten when I "caught" Garrett Butler and "married" him. French: back of a bus on the way to a dance in 8th grade. He was my boyfriend of a year and 2 months.
Favorite website: Tucker Max, MSN, Yahoo! Fantasy Sports, and I should throw Google in there for Dotcommer.
Favorite TV Shows: 24, NCAA Tourney (that's a show... right?), West Wing, American Idol (this season is actually good!), and Sex and the City of course like every other female out there.
Favorite Movies: Love Actually, Aladdin, Office Space, Swingers, Ever After, Pirates of the Caribbean
Favorite Pickup Line: True story - in Vegas I approached a guy saying "You're cute, are you single? ME TOO!" I had a few Hurricanes at that point. (Mel and my cousin were there, that guy proceeded to get us into VIP!)
Celebrity Crush: That guy in "Bride and Prejudice" is HOT. For some reason, right now I'm not all that into male celebrities, I feel like they're too high maintenance. I should mention my "woman crush" on Britney in the "Slave for You" era.
Favorite Books: Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them (guess what side of the aisle I'm on), Mila 18, Nicholas Sparks books, and "The Bible" (Cosmopolitan)
Recently Played on iPod: Lifehouse's newest cd (bought on iTunes), "American Idiot," "Blvd of Broken Dreams," "Jesus of Suburbia" by Green Day, "Caught Up" by Usher, random U2 and Billy Joel songs, "All Out Of Love" by Air Supply (hey, it was a random playlist)
If you could go anywhere in the world: Greece, Australia, or maybe back to Italy
Childhood hero: She-Ra
Current Heroes: My mom, dad, grandma (who survived breast cancer and a heart attack... you can't get that woman down!), Martin (my "big bro" who got hurt in Iraq last year)

If you have any other questions, leave them in the comments section! I think that's long enough...

Take me out to the ballgame...

2005-03-30T10:27:00.000-08:00

SOMEONE'S PARTIAL SEASON TICKETS CAME!!!!!!!!! :D RIGHT FIELD BLEACHERS! And yes, that includes 2 Yanks/Sox games. SO PSYCHED!

How last night’s U of A vs. Illinois game was like “The Empire Strikes Back”

2005-03-27T17:17:00.000-08:00

How last night’s U of A vs. Illinois game was like “The Empire Strikes Back”

The characters:

1) U of A is clearly the Rebel force in this movie in my mind. Yes, I’m biased since I went there for two tequila-soaked years, but they are the constantly overlooked team that could. Hell, they outlasted Duke, Syracuse, Wake Forest, Washington, GA Tech, and a lot of other teams that “Duke” Vitale and many other sports gurus like more. Plus U of A’s fearless leader, Lute Olsen, is only one letter off from having the same first name as Luke Skywalker. Coincidence? I think not.
2) Illinois are the evil Empire. Today I saw an interview with the coach who lost his voice. Much like Darth Vader. Also, they have consistently been credited as being the team which will not break all season, minus one loss to Ohio State. Dominators, if you will, like the evil empire. Plus a lot of them are white, like Storm Troopers.

The game:

1) It started off well. The first half was an even battle between Arizona and Illinois, much like the battle on Hoth, the ice planet. Very even battle which results in the rebels escaping the clutches of the Empire.
2) Halftime. Nothing to report except for me running to the ATM.
3) The second half – the rebels are doing rather well. Luke is training with Yoda, Han and Leia are getting it on and escape to Cloud City, and U of A is ahead by 15 points. Happy ending is coming up!
4) Then fucking Vader shows up. He freezes Han Solo, cuts off Luke’s arm, and shows Luke who’s his daddy. Illinois comes back from a 15 point deficit and force the game into overtime… and win.

The aftermath:

1) Although the evil empire has won and proceeds to attack the galaxy (Final Four), the rebels are not disheartened. After all, Arizona is better looking than Illinois (just refer to every issue of Playboy where they rank undergrads). Illinois is forced to go back to their snow-drenched cornfields and continue to talk in their weird accents.

So, in sum, BEAR DOWN ARIZONA! Hats off to the Seniors – Salim, Channing, and Matt (Lute's grandson... how cute!) and we’ll be back next year!

Wendyisms for 3/24

2005-03-24T06:01:00.001-08:00

-Tonight U of A is facing OSU in the most hotly contested Sweet 16 matchup this year. I shall be at Down the Hatch making a fool of myself and pretending I'm a guy if you need me. If it's as close of a game as I think it will be, the entire West Village will hear me screaming things such as "SALIM IS THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN," "COME ON 'ZONA! KILL THOSE REDNECKS" and "I SCREWED JJ'S SISTER!" True, JJ's on Duke... but I hate Duke and JJ's a moron.

-I swear, I'll turn into a lady the second U of A wins. And it'll be a fun night - no work tomorrow. It truly is a Good Friday. :)

-See? I'm updating pretty often (cough cough JOLINA AND LINDSINATOR cough cough). I should get some sort of medal for all these daily updates! Then again, with my boss on a cruise, I have a lot more free time here at the office, so don't get too used to this.

-I should start announcing that yes, the law school decision process is going well. There's about an 80% chance I'll be at Pepperdine next year (in Malibu). No, its not because I miss the CA weather (which I do), they happen to have a great Entertainment Law program in addition to a great International Law program too. Although I won't go into International Law, due to the fact that I'm in the process of selling my soul to the corporate devil, I'd like to take some courses. Plus Deja likes to shop, eat, and drink, and a public interest law salary doesn't even cover my Vanilla Stoli and Coke expenses. And oh yeah, this is the view from the law school. Plus Melissa (my friend at UCLA Med who chopped off a penis for a class) said that she and I would take surfing lessons together and that I could bring my laundry to her parent's place (even though mine are a short-2-hour-fun-filled-with-traffic-along-PCH-and-the-91 ride away).

-I'm realizing that SoCal and New York have a lot in common. In California, you have to know what freeways are good ("I would avoid the 110 in this traffic, take the 405 to the 10 instead...") and in New York the same goes for subways ("Avoid the J/M/Z, it never runs. Take the 4/5 to the N/R and transfer at Union Square..."). In New York, people complain that the MTA is raising subway prices, and in CA people are complaining about gas prices. In New York, there are delays due to snow, fires, and rush hour, and in CA there are delays due to mudslides, fires, and rush hour. In New York a good chunk of people work in finance, in CA, its entertainment. In New York, people brag that its the "greatest city in the world," in CA people brag that its the "greatest weather/beaches/girls in the world (minus this year with the 40 days of rain)."

-To quote Bill Mahr, "I don’t recall anyone ever writing a song called “I Wish They All Could Be Rhode Island Girls!”

Random Musings

2005-03-23T10:45:00.000-08:00

-Last night I imed with my good friend, TheLindsinator. She informs me that she still reads my blog religiously, and thus, has a good idea on what is going on in the world of Deja. If there are any other long lost friends out there, feel free to im me! Nothing better to end a long day at the office than hearing from someone who secretly stalks you by reading away messages and blogs! I actually feel somewhat honored that people read this shit. But seriously, let me know what your screename is so I can stalk you too!

-My coworker got promoted to VP and gets to order a Blackberry. I want one! I mean you can tell that people are important on the subway because they have a Blackberry AND an iPod. I only have an iPod. I'm only half important. I also would like to be in touch with my friends 24/7... oh wait... I am... its called a CELL PHONE. And the way I text all the time makes it look like I'm on a Blackberry...

-Speaking of which, this reminds me of a funny conversation I had with my mom the other night. She was yelling at me for using my cell phone (despite the fact I never use my daytime minutes since I make calls from my office phone), and I yelled at her for never turning hers on:

Her: It's for emergencies only.
Me: I had an emergency, but I couldn't reach you!
Her: What was it?
Me: I forgot... but it was important!
Her: Meeting that one girl you did [Mischa Barton] is not an emergency.

We started talking, and I said "How did people live without cell phones?" I mean, you meet up with a friend at the corner of West 4th and 6th, but you know that the second you get off the subway you call your friend who's like 10 feet away and you both are turning around in circles looking for each other when you're underneath the same frickin sign. "I'm under the 'U,' where are you?!"

-My mom also informed me that she used to type her papers on a typewriter. When she was a bitch...er...Assistant (she had the same "career" I have at 22), they also didn't have email or the Tucker Max Message Boards. She had to WRITE HER PAPERS BY HAND and THEN type them out with minimal mistakes. Just another reminder how spoiled my generation is...

-I signed up for the AU Alumni listserve, and now my inbox is constanly being clogged up with emails from recent grads saying the same thing:

I am currently looking for employment. I graduated in December 2003 with a B.A. in International Studies. I have worked at Congress and... Any leads or job advice would be appreciated. Resumes and additional information furnished upon request.

You want my advice and expertise? GO TO LAW SCHOOL. Otherwise, a BA in International Studies, Political Science, Sociology, Women's Studies, Family Science, etc. basically makes you an overqualified secretary. As for a lead, sure, I'll put your resume in the Bank's talent pool... but I'm just an Assistant, I don't exactly hob-nob with the big wigs and can hook you up with a corner office. If I could do that, I'd do that for myself.

-I'm so sick of my guy friends complaining how expensive it is to date a girl. Whatever, we get our hair ripped out of our nether regions, for that you owe us a beer.

Couldn't resist...

2005-03-21T10:18:00.000-08:00

Oh yeah. Read below for Deja's weekend fun.

And just a little note to my friends that went to/attend/are fans of:

Boston College
Gonzaga
Wake Forest
Florida
Kansas
Connecticut
Oklahoma

and especially Syracuse... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Man, VERMONT? COME ON!

I can say that because Arizona made it to the Sweet Sixteen! More than SYRACUSE or many other schools can say!

Why I'm Going To Hell

2005-03-21T06:18:00.000-08:00

I know I haven't updated in a while. I should preface this entry that it is now 9:18 am on Monday morning, and that its been one hell of a weekend. Thursday and Saturday nights alone would make a great entry, but I'm just going to combine it all into one major story. No promises on how long this sucker will be, but it should keep my loyal fans (all 4 of you) off my back about not updating for a while.

-------THURSDAY NIGHT---------
Ahhh, St. Patty's Day AND the beginning of March Madness. Could the good Lord have combined two of my favorite holidays any better? NOPE! Needless to say, when I discovered that these two momentous occasions fell onto the same day, I decided to say fuck work on Friday, Deja wants to celebrate.

I leave work around 5 pm or so, and run home. Arizona was playing that night, and since I went there for 2 wonderful years, I had to wear my lucky shirt that my best friend Bella, my older sister Jess, and I bought in the boy's department at Target. We had to be THOSE girls wearing children's shirts. Of course we put them on after buying them and they're loose on us, but whatever.

ANYWAY, back to NYC. I call "GW" and "Girl" to see what they're up to, and "Girl" tells me she's going to a lounge. Chances are, there won't be TV's there so I couldn't see March Madness. GW tells me he's going to the House of Brews, and yes, there will be TV's there. We have a winner.

Within 20 minutes, Jake and I enter House of Brews. We order a bong of beer. The thing was 3 feet tall and was chalk full of Brooklyn's finest Lager. "Hoe #1" joins us, and the three of us toast:

"Here's to you,
Here's to me,
Best of friends we'll always be.
If we ever disagree,
FUCK YOU, here's to me!"

All the while, this Irish dude was eyeing me. And every other girl in that place. But he asked me what my name was, and I asked him for his beads (they were really cool)! He handed them over, and Hoe #1 suggests we all do an Irish Car Bomb together. (Later on he started hitting on me, and drunk Deja tells him "You don't want me. I have, like 5 STDs," as she walks off. Complete lie about the STDs. I have at least 8.)

A little later, Hoe #1, GW, and I get a table. By this time, we're on our second bong of beer. Deja's getting tipsy. She's text messaging like crazy, and constantly calling Bella to check up on the game (stupid East Coast CBS won't show Arizona...) Bella's already sensing that Deja's getting tipsy. Deja thinks this too, since she realized that she's outside of a New York bar in her Arizona shirt singing "Bear Down Arizona."

Since I'm starting to grow icicles on my arms, I head back inside. One of my coworkers joined us. I think I talked to him about work and me going to law school, but at this point it gets fuzzy. I decide to call "M" and tell him to come into the city.

Instead, "M" tells me to go to Hoboken. Arizona won, I'm drunk, and there's bball to be watched in Hoboken (New Jersey). Deja says "OK," settles the bill with everyone, and peaces out of there. I hop into the next available cab, AND TAKE IT TO THE NEXT STATE OVER. Heck, at that point it's not like I could figure out the Path train.

In the cab, I call Bella again. My liver is dead. I serenade her to "Margaritaville." I tell her I have to go, the cab took me over the bridge and I have no clue where the hell in New Jersey I am. I also tell her "Yes, I can smell the landfills," and hang up. Garden State MY ASS. Luckily "M" repeated the directions to his apartment enough to get me to slur it to the driver, and I make it to his place.

I wake up in New Jersey, take the train back to my apt, change into work clothes, and head into work. My coworkers are laughing, since they knew I had plans to go out that night, and I was 20 minutes late. Oh well, I'm the youngest one here, and I have my image as a "hip and cool 22 year old" to uphold.

----FRIDAY-----

Leave work early. Go to Pilates. Stay home and watch NCAA B-ball.

---Saturday-----------

Wake up, and head down to "DotCommer's." He tivoed Thursday's OC for me (since I missed it), and we had a "non-date" later on in the day for him and my friend "M-Dawg." So we watch "The OC," I think its awesome that the USC Songleaders are featured on there, and we go out to eat something. At this point, its me, DotCommer, and BillyBob. We go to this place near his apt in the village, and as we're walking inside I see this chick who looks like Mischa Barton (Marissa on "The OC," the one who had the lesbian kiss).

OHMYGAWD, IT IS MISCHA BARTON!

DotCommer decides that this is his only shot to talk to her, and I had my digital camera on me, so we go outside. He asks her if we could take a picture, we just saw last week's episode, and she says yes. He puts his arm around her, and I click the button, and then he takes one of me and her. Click here.

We go back into the restaurant to look at the pix... and the one of DotCommer and her didn't turn out! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORK MY OWN FRIGGIN CAMERA. I feel so bad... He was nice about it, and I promised him I'll give him Yanks/Sox tickets in exchange. He forgave me after that one.

So we go ice skating, it was fun, and I didn't fall. Of course DotCommer and BillyBob took turns seeing who could get more snow on me via hockey stops... but it was fun! Afterward I ran home (with stops at ESPN Zone where it was too crowded) to watch the Arizona game and my fantasy baseball draft.

After the draft ended (I think I got good players, I'm not sure...), I got wrapped up in the Wake Forest/WVU game. Decided not to go out until game was over. Game went into double OT. Deja may not make it out...

Midnight I leave my apartment. NYC bars are open till 4 am, I may as well go! I meet up with M-Dawg, VA Boy, and A down on 14th street, and from there we take a cab over to Kingshead Tavern (VA Boy is friends with EVERYONE who works there). We start off with a shot... and throughout the night Deja decides that Vanilla Stoli and Coke is a WONDERFUL combination of drinks. Soon enough, VA Boy and I are dancing on the bar (I won't go up there alone!)... and once again I start drunk dialing. I swear, next time I go out I'm giving someone my cell phone battery.

Anyway, I make it till last call for the first time in FOREVER, and M-Dawg, A, and I take a cab home. Sunday I was a zombie, needless to say.

If you wanna make it to last call in NYC, don't leave your apt until midnight. That's my tip for y'all.

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Ok, work time. It's now 10, I think I've wasted enough time filling y'all in on "just another weekend in NYC." Enjoy, comment. And remember - The liver is evil, it must be punished. Keep your eyes peeled for more stories, Friday I don't have work (in celebration of Palm Sunday) and Thursday's Purim. (Backstory on Jewish holidays: They all commemorate one of two things: They tried to kill us, we won, we celebrate OR They tried to kill us, they won, we fast.) Purim is a "They tried to kill us, we won, we celebrate" holiday and M-Dawg, Hoe#1, and some other people are going to a party with all-you-can-drink for an hour. If you're in the NYC area and want to join, let me know.

In the words of Tucker Max: "All you can drink? Sounds like a wager to me!"

California Love

2005-03-14T08:05:00.000-08:00

Forgive me if this post sucks - I took the red eye back last night and the only thing I'm running on is coffee.

Things that suck: Catching a cab at 5 am in NYC when its 18 degrees outside and there are only a few people on the street.
Things that rule: Landing at Long Beach airport, driving up PCH, and spending the day in Malibu where the temperature is a perfect 68 degrees.

Things that suck: Bagel from JFK airport
Things that rule: Baja Fresh, In-N-Out, and Jamba Juice

Things that suck: Not sure about law school prospects.
Things that rule: LOVING Pepperdine.

Things that suck: HUGE cross at entrance to Pepperdine University's campus.
Things that rule: EXCELLENT Entertainment and International law programs, campus overlooking Pacific Ocean, good classes, kids looked normal, good law school clubs I can get involved with.

Things that suck: College Juniors who use accepted students tours to tour Pepperdine Law.
Things that rule: Laughing at their stupid questions ("Would you recommend a California law school if I want to practice law in New York, or should I look at New York law schools too?" "What's the average LSAT here?" NOTE: Pepperdine gave us brochures listing this)

Things that suck: PCH after mudslides.
Things that rule: Hell, its PCH. California beaches kick East Coast beaches' ass. To my friends from Jersey: don't even try arguing with me there. :P

Things that suck: Not getting your hair colored for months because its so friggin expensive out here (and I don't trust my hair with people I don't know)
Things that rule: Seeing Kara, getting my (naturalish) blonde highlights back. And Kara rules (girls in CA: I have her business card and will send it to you if you'd like).

Things that suck: Not really talking to high school friends since high school
Things that rule: Emailing a bunch of them using thefacebook and having a mini-reunion at Fridays.

Things that suck: TGI Fridays in Anaheim Hills on a Saturday night
Things that rule: Knowing not to plan next outing there.

Things that suck: Only spending one day with younger sister at South Coast Plaza
Things that rule: Spending one day with younger sister at South Coast Plaza

Things that suck: Younger sister behind the wheel in traffic on her way back up to USC with you and your mother in the car since we're taking the car back to OC while she's on spring break.
Things that rule: Having your mother present when younger sister says "Will you relax? I haven't even hit 80 yet!"

Things that suck: Grandma asking me if I'm freezing 10 times because I'm wearing a tank top in 65 degree weather.
Things that rule: Wearing a tank top and flip flops because its 65 degrees outside.

Things that suck: Dog farting in bed.
Things that rule: He's so CUTE!

Things that suck: Red eye flights back to JFK when you have work the next day. By next day, I mean I get off the plane am at the office in 2 hours.
Things that rule: Having the Syracuse University Men's Lacrosse team on the flight. DAMN those are some fine lookin men.

Things that suck: Sitting next to old Asian lady on flight when there are readily available men who play lacrosse all over the plane.
Things that rule: At least I slept on the flight. 5 hours is enough to get through work (as of 11:15 am... I may need a coffee refill at about 3:30).

For my drinking buddies...

2005-03-08T10:45:00.000-08:00

A new battle cry, courtesey of Tinius of the Tucker Max Message Boards:

"THE LIVER IS EVIL! IT MUST BE PUNISHED!"

I swear, keeping the laughter to myself at the office while reading this deserves a frickin medal.

Wendyisms for 3/7

2005-03-07T07:38:00.000-08:00

Hello again! So here are the Wendyisms for today.

-Friday I called in sick to work for the first time ever at this job (the last job, a temp job, I called in once cause they tried to make me work on Father's Day. I showed them who's boss. Plus I was somewhat sick that day - I had a BAD hangover from the Sat night before).

-Over the weekend I checked out Hofstra Law school. Thinking I could commute from the city with no problems, I decided to try that out. Apparently it takes an hour an a half door-to-door from my apartment to the law school. Oy.

-I also treked out to Ikea with a coworker on Saturday. There's a bus that leaves from Port Authority that'll take you to Ikea and back (FREE!) I swear, people on that bus were so excited it was like a bus to happy-land, not Jersey.

-Saturday night was a lot of fun! Anna made an orgasmic dinner, and afterward Nic ordered us a limo. Riding over the Queensboro bridge in a stretch limo had to be one of the coolest things, plus the bubbly wasn't half bad! We ended up at a bar that I'm starting to fall in love with - Kings Head Tavern on 14th between 2nd and 3rd. Matt came all the way in from Hoboken too... because the city's better than Jersey.

-Last night Adam and I had a Chipotle marathon. Who knew you could spend 2 hours in a fast-food Mexican place? Whatever, he's my unofficial law school advisor since he knows the drill, and he goes to a decent law school (NYU... its only ranked 5th in the nation...)

-Did I mention that I can't wait to go home? I can't wait to see my parents, sisters, grandparents, friends... and my PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!!! Most of all, my PUPPIES!!! I'll get to watch "The O.C." on Thursday night in "The O.C." I'm like, so trendy.

-What's worse - me making plans to watch "The O.C." with my younger sister in OC, looking forward to it, or looking forward to the Star Wars trailer they're showing during the show?

Duke Sucks

2005-03-03T10:11:00.001-08:00

Found on: Click here

1. Bulletin for college basketball talking heads
Stop running to the loving arms of J.J. Redick. I know it's tempting to latch on to the Overrated Duke White Guy Du JourTM, (see also: Hurley, Bobby; Wojciechowski, Steve) but let's get past the idea that Redick is one of the nation's elite. In reality, he can't hold the rascal basket of Arizona's Salim Stoudamire. Yes, Duke plays the tougher schedule, but the Pac-10 is quietly the second-best conference in all the land. And Stoudamire holds a clear advantage in the numbers.

Redick out-scores him by about three-and-a-half points per game, but Stoudamire's 10.6 percent better from the field and 12.2 percent better from three-point territory. Redick has a narrow advantage from the charity stripe, but it's not enough to overcome Stoudamire's superior efficiency from the field. For instance, Redick, despite barely out-scoring Stoudamire on the season, has missed 73 more shots than his manifestly superior counterpart in Tucson. Heck, Redick's not even the best Duke player; that's Shelden Williams. So, seriously, cease with the genuflecting. Stoudamire's better.

And Duke fans are dorks. Just like Stanford fans. Your fashion-backward rugby shirts, your painted-faces barely concealing your gaunt, pasty countenances, the ignominy of not having gotten into Yale, your soul-murdering future in hedge-fund management, your embarrassing I-Pod playlists, those dog-eared copies of Elfquest ... How do you live with yourselves?

Random Wendyisms for 3/3

2005-03-03T06:17:00.000-08:00

-First off, who's 100% healthy? As in they're not sluggish, no sniffling, and are healthy enough to run a marathon? Yeah, me neither. Is everyone coming down with "something?" Is that "something" yearning to have Spring Break?

-Emily asked me if I wanted to go down to Florida in a few weekends (the one after I go back to Cali). At first I laughed and claimed poverty, but I think some fun in the sun would be good for me. Plus she's my favorite wingwoman and I could use a tan.

-Everyone's asking me about law schools. So far, its between Hofstra (on Long Island) and Pepperdine (in Malibu). But remember, I'm still waiting to hear back from a lot of different ones too.

-Here's my schedule for next weekend (Cali)
Thurs morning (3/10) - Fly out from New York, land at about 10:30 or something like that.
Thurs afternoon - Pepperdine Law School with Mom (someone's gotta drive me, she doesn't trust me driving to Malibu considering the last time I got behind a wheel was... hmmm... December?)
Friday - Fly up to Sacramento for free trip to UoPacific Law. Fly back down that night. Let me know if there's something going on, I may join depending on how tired/not tired I am!
Saturday - HAIR APPOINTMENT! GETTING RID OF MY ROOTS! FINALLY!
Sat evening - Grandparent's Anniversary Din Din
Sat Night - Let me know... I'm game!
Sunday - Family time before taking the red eye back to NYC. Maybe a little South Coast with Jess.

-Why is it that I live in the city with the best cuisine, but all I want right now is an In-N-Out burger? Or even Burger King?

-I swear, if I'm really sick, I'll use mother's medicine to cure myself. Beer.

Wendyism of the Day: 3:30 pm Blues

2005-03-01T13:17:00.000-08:00

My friends who have that real job thing will appreciate this post more than my friends who decided to go to grad/med/law/ITT Tech school right from college.

So here I am in a corner cubicle on the 16th floor of a building on Wall Street. My view is of other buildings, one of which is an apartment building. So far no seeing people in action there, dangit!

I stare at a computer screen all day, make the "occasional" personal call, and email back and forth with friends as though it was an im (hey, it's not X-rated, I don't care if the tech guys have a good chuckle at my personal life, they know that people have a social life where they drink, dance, and meet boys - after all I'm not Amish.).

Come 2:30/3:30, my lunch has digested, my body becomes tired, and my feet fall asleep from resting on my computer that's under my desk. Logging calls and recording car insurance prices into some worksheet on Excel is taking its toll, and my eyes start to glaze over. I will stare at the tv that is playing CNBC at the next batch of cubicles as though I actually care about the stock price of NUE. (After I wrote this, I went and looked up this ticker - its Nucor Corp. If that doesn't sound like that company that runs a mining town ala Lex Luther's company, I don't know what would be).

I listen to launchcast radio - right now Celine Dion came on. I ranked one of her songs once ("Power of Love" - don't knock my musical taste, its bad enough that it makes fun of itself on its own). I'm doomed.

What can save me now?

COFFEE!!!! Oh coffee, how I love thee. You are proof that there is a G-d, and that S/He does love us!

Here is my ode to coffee:

Coffee, coffee, with skim milk not cream,
Coffee, coffee, without you I think I'd scream.
I put splenda in and stir you with a stick,
I drink you up really really quick.
Coffee, coffee, so many flavors from which to pick,
Coffee, coffee, after I drink you my lips I do lick.

*Note: I never claimed I was Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, or even Shel Silverstein. I'm tired, needed a break from my duties... and why am I still typing?

Just one thing...

2005-02-28T14:22:00.000-08:00

Ok, I know this is my third post in a row, but I've been reading blogs today on my downtime and this is pissing me off - College grads who have NO grammar skills. Listen up, people, I'm only doing this once. And it's in terms you understand:

They're - They are (See those girls? THEY'RE hoes.)
Their - Possesive use of their (I saw hoes the other day. THEIR clothes were off.)
There - Suggesting a place (Look over THERE at the hoes.)

Two - Number (There are TWO hoes.)
To - As in direction (Let's talk TO the hoes.)
Too - Also (Those girls are hoes TOO.)

It's - It is (IT'S a shame those girls are skanks.)
Its - Possesive (ITS nipples are showing.)

Your - Possesive (Your boyfriend is a jackass.)
You're - You are (You're a jackass.)

One would think that I'm a friggin' Webster's Dictionary...

Bear Down! Go Cats!

2005-02-28T11:53:00.000-08:00

For my U of A friends (found on http://aaronkaro.com/issue.php?id=2):

-I visited the University of Arizona a couple of weeks ago. They actually have this program called “Finish in Four” that encourages kids to graduate in four years since everyone there fucks around for like seven years. I’ve got an idea. How about taking away the chicks in bikinis and endless alcohol and getting these kids to do a little work? Then they might actually want to leave!

Wendyism of the day: Oscars

2005-02-28T06:08:00.000-08:00

So last night I, like many other Americans, watched the Oscars. My roommate asked me why do people care so much about what the stars are wearing?

Good question.

Not many of us civilians really get that many opportunities to dress up in glorious gowns, get our hair and makeup done, and wear millions of dollars of jewels. So its not like we're getting any ideas on what to wear by these celebrities. However, I, like many others, are entranced by the red carpet entrances by such wonderful human beings such as Beyonce, Renee Zelweger, and Emmy Rossum (if you can name one other movie she's been in besides "Phantom," you get a cookie).

It's hilarious if you think about it. Most of us will never meet these celebrities, and even if we did, its not as though we're about to put them on speed dial. Or vice-versa (which is a good thing considering what happened to Paris Hilton's Sidekick).

So why do we obsess? One theory is because most of us rarely have the occasion to dress up like that, so its fun to see it when people do. Whenever I pass by a church, hotel, or other venue that has a wedding the first thing I look at is the bride. I know its the same with my girlfriends, because we'll start talking about her dress ("How gorgeous!" "How can she wear that?" etc). It'll be a very rare occasion when I or my friends get to get in a dress like that, but it looks pretty so we take note.

That's my theory on it. Plus I love looking at how pretty people look. Well, most of them. I thought Kate Winslet, Hillary Swank, and Halle Berry looked amazing. I wasn't a fan of Penelope Cruz, Laura Linney, or Emmy Rossum (she's so skinny, but in that dress she looked like she had a few extra pounds on her! Dress for your figure!).

Comment away.... remember, the coffee is just starting to kick in...

Hahahahaha....

2005-02-25T10:48:00.000-08:00

Found on

Click here

I have no comment - just laughter. Text below:

Boston's 'JeterCenter?"
Yanks fan wins 1-day naming rights for Boston arena

BOSTON (AP) -- The arena is in downtown Boston, the heart of Red Sox Nation. There couldn't be a bigger insult than to name it after the captain of the hated New York Yankees.

But that's just what Manhattan lawyer Kerry Konrad aims to do next Tuesday after his $2,325 bid won an eBay auction giving him the one-day naming rights to the FleetCenter.

Konrad's proposed name: the Derek Jeter Center, after the Yankee shortstop.

His winning bid threw the FleetCenter brass into a dilemma.

"I told him, 'I don't think we can approve that name,'" arena spokesman Jim Delaney said.

He said he would talk it over Friday with FleetCenter president Richard Krezwick and a decision would be made by the end of the day. Arena officials have reserved the right to approve or reject any winning bid.

The FleetCenter is home to the Boston Celtics and Boston Bruins. The name became obsolete after Bank of America acquired FleetBoston Financial last year and the Charlotte, N.C., banking giant opted not to retain the naming rights.

While the arena's owner, Delaware North Cos., searches for a new long-term partner, it has been offering one-day naming rights on eBay and donating the proceeds to charity. Past winners have included an online casino and a California man who named it for his wife as a Valentine's Day present. The names are posted on signs around the arena and on fleetcenter.com

Konrad, a Harvard alum, had the high bid for the March 1 naming rights. His wife, Nina Webb, said it was part of a 20-year college rivalry with some Boston buddies.

Delaney said Konrad has been understanding about their predicament, even suggesting that if his Boston friends match his winning bid, they can all settle on a 24-hour name for the arena.

"That name may not be as bad as A-Rod," Delaney said, referring to Yankee third baseman Alex Rodriquez, "but it's still considered obscene."

Copyright 2004 Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

WOOHOO!

2005-02-24T14:26:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gents, it's official - I GET TO SEE THE SUN IN MARCH!

Well, maybe. If it stops raining back to back in Cali Cali.

So to all my Cali peeps - I'll be home Thursday morning the 10th until Sunday the 13th (taking the red eye back to NYC).

That Thursday and Friday I'll be visiting Pepperdine and Pacific respectfully, but nights are free! Except for Saturday dinner - its my grandparents' 55th wedding anniversary so we're having a dinner. No offense to the grandparents, but I'll be free by about 8 pm.

YAY FOR 4 DAY WEEKEND IN MARCH!

Best Phone Call Ever.

2005-02-18T06:09:00.000-08:00

So last night I went to bed around 10 pm for what I expected ot be a full night sleep. Today, between work and a photo shoot at lunch (getting a headshot for soem quote I gave to a men's muscle magazine, no, I don't know which one) and going to Atlantic City tonight with Adam, Megan, and Anna, it's going to be a looong day.

At 12:45 p.m., my phone starts ringing to the tune "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." My first thought was "Damn, I gotta change that ring tone because it's sofa king annoying..." so I hit a button and sent my best friend Bella to voicemail and rolled over. One second later, it rings again. It's not Bella, it's Bobbo. I figure they ran into each other at a random bar in Tucson... turn off the phone again and roll over.

Right after that, Bella calls again. Sigh. I pick up, and I find out that they're having a bit of a reuinion out there in Arizona with the core group of us from freshman year (Bella, Bobbo, Chi-Chi, and KY-Jelly-LE!!!!!!

I immediately wake up and get perky. See, these people are what make college fun. Bella was my next door neighbor in Kaibab, and Adam and Kyle were on the first floor. I met those two through a kid in my Hebrew class, Bobbo. Bobbo, Adam, and Kyle are in the same fraternity (they're Phi-Taurds), and one night when Arizona "fucking beat Stanford," we all drank down in room 154 and stumbled over to Jack in the Box and tried to walk through the drive thru.

My freshman and sophomore years at the UofA were great (sometimes I regret transferring to AU cause I miss them so much), and mostly due to those 4 crazy kids. It was so much fun to talk to them over the phone and hear that we are all still our crazy selves, just old enough to go to a bar now. Although we're all growing in different directions, it's so nice to know that one random phone call and we're back where we left off.

I have to include some really funny stories about them, here's a short list of stuff that we did:

-Hang out on the roof of their makeshift fraternity house. Saw another one of their brothers throw his wallet off the roof and urinate off the roof. He had good trajectory.
-Have flip-cup Fridays for an entire year. No offense to the kids at AU, but you don't play right. You don't chug a quarter of a cup of beer, you chug the entire thing. And Jersey Girl Sorostitutes are not allowed to whine about how they hate chugging beer. No one is holding a gun to your head, if you wanna be a pansey about it, fine, but don't annoy me doing so.
-Bella and I swam in the fountain on one of my last nights there with some of our pledge sisters in Hooter shirts and UofA butt shorts. No really, we're ladies.
-On a spring break trip to the Grand Canyon, we have a great shot of Adam with his pants down overlooking the canyon.
-Adam has his own language and made up nicknames for everyone. I was "Sundalatu," Kyle was "Carasaro," Adam was "Chiemndo (or Chi-Chi for short)" and Becca was... well, I just called her Bella.
-On a trip to Disneyland, we tried to convince a worker to embroider mouse ears with Adam's nickname (Chi-Chi) on it to match ours. That's when we found out that "Chi-Chi" means something naughty in Spanish, and Adam isn't that big of a boob.
-Bella and I yelling back and forth to Bobbo through our windows, despite the fact that Bobbo lived in a different building (his dorm was featured on "Revenge of the Nerds.")
-Bobbo got a ticket for laying down in the middle of the street on Speedway (it was 4 am in Tucson, there were NO CARS). He was cited for "Not using a cross-walk when one was provided."

Of course I have MANY MANY more stories, but that's it for now. If you wanna hear more, buy me drinks and get me wasted. Or fly those kids out from Tucson to NYC.

"Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you know they're there."
"I live for the nights I can't remember with the friends I'll never forget."

Wendy Update: 2/17

2005-02-17T06:27:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, sorry I didn't update in a while. I suck at life, I know. Blah blah blah.

So let's see... what to tell the world... oh yeah, I'm in at 4 law schools. Hofstra, Pepperdine (in Malibu, the campus I think they use to film the high school in "The OC" but we won't get into the fact that they film "The OC" in Malibu), University of Pacific, and New England School of Law (hey, I panicked and didn't think I'd get in anywhere else!). I'm not even going to start thinking about where to go out of those four, since they were all safety schools and I have yet to hear from the ones that I would more likely go to. But it's nice to know that I have options.

As for work front, it's been busy. But that's good. I do get some down time, and I've discovered the Tucker Max Message Boards. Yes, people talking on the internet that are just as f*cked up as I am.

And on the computer front, I have my younger sister's old laptop. Of course I have to rebuild my mp3 collection from scratch since Apple sucks and your iPod gets deleted everytime you plug it into a new computer. So suck this, Apple and your good stock. Needless to say, if any of you want to burn me cds of mp3s (preferably in data format), that would be great. All I really have are Gil's and mine CDs on there. Which means I have a wonderful mix of Britney Spears, U2, Ryan Cabrera (hey, I like his songs!), Phantom of the Opera, Billy Joel, and Live. It's a good combo, but I miss the days of when I had over 1,000 songs on my iPod.

Oh yeah, and Adam randomly imed me last night seeing if I wanted to go to Atlantic City this Friday. Everyone and anyone is invited to come - we're taking a bus down and coming back Saturday. Don't ask me details, we'll figure that out. Expect much poker and blackjack playing, and the two of us whining how it's not as good as Vegas.

Ok, that's the update on me! I promise, if I get any random thoughts, I'll post more often.

"If Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care, then why is there a song about it?"

Singles Awareness Day

2005-02-14T06:03:00.000-08:00

Ahhh, Valentine's Day. For some reason, I really don't care this year. It's odd - in prior years I mourned not having a boyfriend, but this year - eh. In 2001, Bella and I went and got the sexiest lingerie at Victoria's Secret and then watched the U of A game on TV. She then chugged half a bottle of vodka... which made for an interesting night! I'm going to hit up the Victoria's Secret after V-day sales tomorrow after work, and tonight I don't know what I'm up to.

I think a lot of my feelings on the day has to do with the fact that I've become so much more independent this year. Rather than relying on my parents, friends, or my car, I rely more on myself. I've come to the point where I'll have a meal alone, watch a movie alone, or just spend time walking around listening to my iPod and loving it. It gives me time to think about things and to just relax.

I think I've come into my own in the past 9 months since I moved to New York. Maybe it's the New Yorker attitude taking over, but I don't care what others think about me, and I am at the point where I do what I want to do, not what others around me want me to do (well, up to a point, I'm not a bitch about it).

So this Valentine's day, love yourself. Unless you have a significant other. In that case, you better buy them something shiny or don't expect to get any for a while.

Ripped from an AIM profile...

2005-02-09T05:40:00.000-08:00

A christmas card sent from a Democrat to his Republican friend:

The election is over, the results are known,
the will of the people has clearly been shown.
Let's forget the quarrels and show by our deeds,
we will give our leader all the help that he needs.
So let's all get together, and let the bitterness pass,
I'll hug your elephant and you kiss my ass.

Screw you technology!

2005-02-04T06:22:00.000-08:00

My computer died. I was iming with Tyler, and my computer died on me. No goodbyes, just dropped dead.

Gil's gonna get the stuff off my hard drive at least. Yay for Gil, he's a savior (Really, he is: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nocturnalbyday/3253.html)! I have to call Dell, and they'll send me a new hard drive, so I'll have a computer at some point. It's fine for me since I'm not in college anymore and the only thing I use my home computer for is IM and my personal email accounts (they block that at work). All I want are my pictures from the digital camera! I don't care about the press release I wrote for Comm 210! And my mp3s are on my iPod, so that's good.

The same thing happened with my younger sister's Dell Computer, but for her it came at a less opportune time (she was in the middle of finals). So as a result, my parents got her a new laptop (they figured the cost of a new laptop was worth her passing her finals... and as a result she's kicking ass at USC and got into the Business School there! I'm so proud of my Alanalla!). All the while, Dell sent them the new hardrive, which is good for me since they're sending me Alana's old laptop until my hardrive gets fixed. Cool, I'll have 2 computers.

So in short... NEVER EVER BUY A DELL. I think the technicians smoke the same stuff the "Dude, you're getting a Dell guy" does (http://www.cnn.com/2003/LAW/02/10/deli.dude.arrest/index.html).

Go with Apple, they're supposedly great.

A glimpse in my life...

2005-02-03T14:54:00.000-08:00

5:53 p.m. - Silently singing "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" at work. Yes, I paid for this song on iTunes, and I took the 3 seconds to put it on my iPod.

5:54 - Finish putting in some insurance quotes into an Excel worksheet for future research.

5:55 - "She's even kinda crazy about my farmer's tan... she's the only one that gets me... she thinks my tractor's sexy..."

5:56 - Say screw it, I'm done, and read another Tucker Max story. This one has me biting my lip so hard that I start to bleed on the inside of my mouth a little. Read it here: http://www.tuckermax.com/hockeygame.html

6:00 - Debate when to leave for dinner at Blue Water Grill. In the meanwhile, since I'm done mentally for the day I check jdate messages. No new ones. Think of myself as a loser. Remind myself I have a blog devoted to jdate. Think of myself as a wannabe loser... Get an email. My coworker is trying to get me to go to a volunteer event by changing an email's subject from "INVITATION: Panel discussion on "Perspectives on Public Education in NYC"" to "Tuesday cocktails in the executive dining room." It worked, I think I may go - champagne on the 47th floor of a nice building on Wall Street? Beats dollar beer night at Down the Hatch (well, maybe not)!

6:01 - Remember that although I am a loser, I feel honored to have friends that are just as bored at work as me and who email me. Shout out to Jeff, Haley, Adam (well, class for him), and Megan. Gil and Beth get a mini-shout out for emailing me once.

6:02 - Flip through songs and decide that I'm leaving at 6:11. No reason, I just think it's a cool time to leave. Screw that, I'm leaving now to check out Barnes and Noble and to get a new pair of headphones since the right side gave out and it's really weird to listen to music solely on the left side of my head.

6:05 - Done talking with coworkers, hitting "Publish Post" and taking off. Think that I may do this type of blog entry for an entire day, it could be entertaining. Or just do a tally of how often I go to the following sites: cnn.com, thefacebook.com, friendster.com, and msn.com (for their entertainment section). Good night!

State of the Union Drinking Game

2005-02-02T14:12:00.000-08:00

Check it out: http://www.drinkinggame.us/

Wendyism of the day: Closer

2005-02-01T05:56:00.000-08:00

Life can be frustrating.

For example, I set my VCR to record 24 while I went to the movies last night. What does it do? RECORD SWAPPING HOUSEWIVES. If I wanted to see white trash in a nice home that is way above them, I could just turn on a Bush Press Conference.

ANYWAY, the movie is really good, although I think it would be better as a play. The movie was well done, and I know why Natalie Portman and Clive Owen got the Golden Globe for their performances. Some of those lines, if delivered by the wrong actors, would just either be cheesy or dummied down. They made their complicated characters accessable and it really made the movie so believeable.

That said, Natalie Portman is hot, dude. I mean, I'm straight, but DAMN. Funny thing is in one scene she has a blonde wig on, and I think she's even hotter as a blonde.

The movie was really well done, and it makes you think about relationships and sex. Not that those topics are never on my mind... 0:)

Ok, work time.

60 Years Later...

2005-01-27T06:12:00.000-08:00

Before I launch into the heavy stuff... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE SISTER, ALANA! 20 years old today, but you don't look a day over 24 ;)

ANYWAY, in case you lack access to a television or news site (check out www.cnn.com, they have a great Special Report on this), it is the 60th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau. Although I had no known family who died as a result of the Holocaust (my family came to the US from Russia, Austria, and all over Eastern Europe in the early 1900s through Ellis Island), one can't help but be affected by this.

During the summer of 1998, I went to Poland for a week and continued onto Israel for 5 weeks. This is the trip where I met Gil, my current roommate. When we were in Poland, we saw many things - Ghettos, Synagogues, and Concentration Camps. One of them was Auschwitz-Birkenau, and I'll never forget it. To be honest, Majdanek, another concentration camp, affected us more since the gas chamber is still intact, and they have a 10-ton pile of human ashes in a memorial to the victims there.

I won't give you a virtual tour of the camp since you can get that yourself on cnn.com today, but instead I'll write my thoughts on the whole thing.

I remember walking through the camp and wondered how anyone living in the area could just do nothing. That's the thing about the concentration camps - many had villages right outside or closeby the gates. The smell of thousands of burning bodies must have tipped people off to what's going on, or the sight of starving prisoners marching into the woods and not marching out must have showed something wasn't right.

It will never shock me to how the world will stand idly by while people are brutally killed. In Rwanda, UN soldiers were pulled out of the country to allow for Tutsis to be brutally murdered with machetes. In Darfur, it took how long for someone to do something? People ask if the Holocaust could happen again - open your eyes people, it has happened again.

During World War II only a few countries (I think Bolivia was one of them) opened their doors for the Jews and others to go to (the US, UK, Australia, and many others kept theirs shut). Instead, they allowed the Nazis to systematically murder 11 million civilians, while the New York Times reported the killings on the corner of page A26. The Allies failed to bomb the train tracks THEY KNEW were carrying victims to Poland for extermination, and the victims were left to fend for themselves.

So today, take a moment and read what else is going on around the world besides Brad and Jennifer breaking up. Genocide has happened again since the 1940s, and it's awareness and action that stop it. Also, take a moment and enjoy the small things in life that those who perished didn't get to enjoy.

For me, that would be going into the gates of Birkenau, and unlike over a million of my fellow Jews, I also walked out.

Check out these sites:
Rwanda Genocide
CNN Auschwitz
CNN Sudan Crisis

Great Conversations

2005-01-25T10:44:00.000-08:00

Yesterday at lunch:

Tyler: "So I'm going to L.A. in March..."
(I start to look nostalgic and in a peppy yet jealous voice)
Me: "WHY?"

Now my funny story about last night requires some background. I've been friends with Adam since 6th grade (we're both from Orange County), and in all the years I've known him, he is the most outgoing guy I know. Except when it comes to women. With women, he is so shy, and so innocent it's actually really dang cute and refreshing. Here's an example, a bit of our conversation last night about his recent date. (Disclaimer: I'm not quoting verbatum. He goes to NYU law and could sue me over this.)
Adam: I think she invited me up to her place after dinner.
Me: What makes you think that?
Adam: She mentioned how her roommate is making cookies. She then went into details about how good the cookies are, and how I have to try some. She asked if I wanted one, and I turned it down.
(His intentions are so pure, it's disgusting.)

Later on:
Adam: Should I call her tomorrow or Wednesday?
Me: Call her whenever you wanna talk to her.
Adam: Well, if I wait until Wednesday, then she may want to do something Thursday and then I'd miss "The O.C."
Me: Tape it! Or ask a friend with Tivo to Tivo it!
Adam: It's just not the same!
Me: Ok, let me put it this way: Potential girlfriend, or "The O.C." live?
(30 seconds later)
Adam: Don't make me answer that.

Get me a free mini-Ipod

2005-01-21T08:46:00.000-08:00

Hey-

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All you have to do is join, complete an online offer, and refer friends to do the same. That's it!

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http://www.freeiPods.com/?r=14263145

Perspective

2005-01-20T10:44:00.000-08:00

You know, life can be funny. In this imperfect world where even the Olsen twins can’t stay together, you have to focus on the important things in life.

Many of you may wonder where this is coming from. Well, two nights ago I spoke with my friend, Martin. He’s seriously like my big brother, and I love the guy. Quick background: He’s a Marine who used to bounce at my favorite bar in DC (The Hatter). We became really good friends, and then he left DC for Iraq. In November he came back after his convoy was hit by a car bomb, and several pieces of shrapnel hit his face and shoulder. The following may sound dramatic, but it’s true – he’s lucky to be alive.

Needless to say, he’s one of my heroes. Not only because after all that he kept firing at the enemy until his comrades made him stop and lie down, but because he’s always looked out for others before himself. I feel somewhat honored that I was the first person he contacted after the blast… I still have the email he sent me. Now that time has passed, I can start to laugh at the fact that he apologized for losing the Italian leather wallet I brought back for him from Florence because the doctors in Baghdad cut his pants off.

A month ago, I found out that someone near and dear to me was the victim of rape. Her house was broken into, and the @sshole raped her. Luckily, he has been caught, but her courage is something truly remarkable. When she called me and told me this, her voice was a little shaky, but she did exactly what she was supposed to in terms of cooperating with the police and gathering evidence. She has already been through so much in her life, and it pains me to see that bad things happen to the best people. This person has always been there for me, and sometimes I really do think that we have the same brain. Hearing her voice on the phone makes me laugh and cry at the same time – laugh because she is one of the most positive people on the face of the planet, and cry because I miss her so damn much. Heck, we shared a bed for a semester. In a non-lesbianic sort of way.

On this day when the President is sworn in again (gulp), people need to think about the sacrifice others make in order to make the world a better place. As much as I disagree with the War in Iraq (100,000 dead Iraqi citizens do not bring back the 3,000 Americans who died on 9/11), I have to ask people to stop and look at the world around you. There are tsunamis, war, poverty, and genocide… so please stop stressing the small stuff.

In life, people need to make sacrifices. Some big, some small. I sacrificed being on the opposite side of the country from my family in order to live in New York. My grandma sends me cute little cards at least once a week to tell me she loves me. My coworker lent me flannel underwear so I’d be warm skiing. Tyler gave up daytime minutes so we could plan out lunch tomorrow. Becca will always take time out of her day to pick up the phone when I call – and talking to my other half always brightens my day.

It sounds cheesy, but everyone who has come and gone in your life teaches you a lesson. Some good, some bad. Sometimes people teach you to be more on your guard and to not trust people so easy, but on the flip side I also stand up for myself more and have learned to vocalize it when I’m upset. But most of the time people have taught me to enjoy life and the company of others, because in the end, you can’t sweat the small stuff. I’ve learned that true friends will not complicate your life, but will simplify it. True friends don’t make the days seem long, but make the days fly by and add a little something to what would otherwise be just another day.

Thoughts on Killington

2005-01-18T06:49:00.000-08:00

MY CALVES ARE KILLING ME!

But all for good reason! This weekend I headed up to Vermont for my first East Coast skiing experience... and it was great! I went up with my coworker and a couple of her friends - 4 girls, one car, one hotel room, and 2 full days on the slopes.

While putting on my ski jacket, I noticed an old lift ticket from Snow Summit (a resort in So Cal). The date on that was January 31, 1999, the last time I went skiing.

I grew up skiing with my dad. He and I took many ski trips together, and I've been to Whistler, Utah, Tahoe, Mammoth, Big Bear, and many other resorts with him. I love skiing with him, since we bonded a lot on the chair lifts and he was always there to give me pointers on my form and technique at the bottom of the slopes.

This was the first time I went skiing without him. It was strange not to be looking for his red, black, and white jacket downhill, or to hear his bad imitations of Dick Vitale (that fall was UNBELIEVABLE BABY!). I realized how much I miss the guy, and how (gulp) I am growing into my parents in some ways.

This is my first year of truly being on my own. I live in New York City without the safety net of college or parents, and I handle my own finances. I'm clear across the country from my parents, and with the lack of winter and spring breaks, I don't get to go home very often. Because of that, I'm slowly learning how to rely on myself and how to decide who to trust in my life.

My relationship with my parents is evolving. I no longer ski down the black diamonds between my dad's legs because I'm scared, but it's his courage and lessons that taught me how to get down the slope on my own. Without his (and my mom's... can't leave her out although she doesn't ski and she hates the cold) guidance, I wouldn't be able to head up to the mountains with ladies who are more established in their life, and yet be comfortable enough to let loose with them.

This weekend taught me a lot - first off, that I am still young. I was up in Killington with girls whose ages ranged from 25-29, and through great conversation, I know I have a lot more experience to gain in life. This past year has taught me a lot - especially in choosing who to trust. No one will ever match my parents in that role, but now that I'm getting a little more older and am coming more into my own, I learned how blessed I am to be able to surround myself with high quality people. In New York, there are many types of people - people that will use you, people that will tear you down, people that will forever view you not as a peer but as competition, etc... and the important thing is to find people who bring out the best in you and who you bring out the best of.

As I become more and more independent, I'm learning to appreciate where I come from more and more. I have 2 loving parents who will forever be an important part of my life, and without whom I wouldn't be where I am today. My successes are attributed to them, and the fact that I am strong enough to make it on my own out in New York really is because I know that I have them to call when things go bad... and because I know I'll always have my dad watching my form, ready to give me pointers at the bottom.

Wendy Update

2005-01-13T05:45:00.000-08:00

Hello!

So I noticed that I haven't updated this blog since Monday. Well, that's because I've been busy at work and updating my other blog - Chronicles of a Jdater. I got some good random compliments on it from people I don't know or haven't talked to in a very long while. I'm glad people randomly check away messages!

Work has been going well - I can't wait till tomorrow! That's when I leave for Vermont with one of my coworkers, and I can't wait!!! I haven't skiied in a long while (since I was about 15), so expect an update either Monday night or Tuesday on how sore I am. Probably because I broke something on a slope I shouldn't have gone on... but we'll see!

Back home in CA it's raining and pouring. Out here in NYC it'll reach about 60 degrees as a high. I think this is the one time the east coast can make fun of the west coast weather.

Other than that, life is usual! Went to Haley's bday last weekend and then onto Glo, which was a rather cool night club. I usually like bars, but it's amazing when your friend Megan gets you in VIP... :) Plus Anna giving me a lap dance wasn't half bad!

When I think of a good thought to post I will... in the meanwhile check out Chronicles of a Jdater! Peace!

Monday, Monday...

2005-01-10T08:15:00.000-08:00

Hello all!

So I decided to start another blog since I'm that big of a dork. Check it out: Chronicles of a jdater

In other news, Alana and Brian are back at USC. I'm sort of bummed, I love spending time with my sister! And Brian's a great guy - he gets my stamp of approval!

On tap for this week:
-Picking up plastic drawers in an attempt to lighten the load on my poor dresser that collapsed on Alana.
-See the deleted scenes and endings from the last season of "Sex and the City."
-IHF Happy Hour; if you'd like to get involved in a great cause email me and come with me Thursday night!
-Preparing and leaving for Killington, VT FRIDAY!!!! That's right, this weekend is Wendy's triumphant return to the slopes! I'm heading up there with my coworker and a few of her friends, and I'm so psyched! Prepare for a report on Monday of all the broken bones I acquired up in the land of Howard Dean, Ben, and Jerry.

Will post some sort of thought later, but right now I have to update a few blast email lists!

Wendyism of the Day: Southern Cal Sports News

2005-01-05T13:03:00.000-08:00

Hello All! And by all I mean Richard since he's probably the only one reading this. But whatever, enjoy!

So first off, I would like to commend the Trojans by pulling off a hard-earned win against Oklahoma. This has really gotta suck for the Sooners since this is the second year they choked in the Championship Bowl - and they live in Oklahoma (which is bad enough).

My dad's hilarious - I called his office today and his voicemail starts off with a "How 'bout dem Trojans?" I kid you not - if you want to hear it go ahead and ask me, we'll have a conference call.

Last night I watched the game with my Trojan visitors - my younger sister Alana and her boyfriend who are visiting this week. We went to Down the Hatch for dollar beers - and we bought each other a round of shots each time USC got a touchdown. I drunk dialed Bella on the cab home, and passed out in a messy room.

Reason why my room is messy: my dresser fell on my sister. (Starts laughing). I know it's not really funny, but if you can picture Alana at the bottom of a pile of clothes with her arms flapping around trying to get out of there - it's pretty damn funny. Ironic too since she marks her territory by leaving piles of clothes, so the fact that she was buried underneath one... (stops typing and laughs like a hyenna).

In other news, the Angels did change their name. Tyler's right - Southern California IS an intellectual wasteland. My mom told me that she emailed the Angels letting them know how she feels - and is initiating a boycott. Us OC folk are proud of our heritage of hating LA and everything LA, so now that OUR baseball team is trying to sell out to capitalize on the Southern California market... ARG!

This article says it all: http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/columns/story?columnist=ratto_ray&id=1958267

Wendyism of the day: FIGHT ON!

2005-01-04T06:53:00.000-08:00

-This past week has been so great! My younger sister Alana's in town with her boyfriend, and it's been like automatic plans EVERYDAY. One of the few drawbacks of living in New York is being so far away from my family, and hanging out with her is so refreshing.

Sunday we saw Avenue Q (BEST SHOW EVER), and last night we saw Phantom (on Broadway, not the movie). She wanted to be able to compare the movie to the show - and I think that's a good idea. See, the movie didn't have the best singing, but the show wasn't as strong in terms of sets and character development.

-Tonight we're heading out to see USC in the Orange Bowl! FIGHT ON! My dad went there, Alana and Brian go there, and I have a good chunk of friends from high school that went/go there. So needless to say, I'm stoked and will be rooting on the TROJANS!

-Oh, and this whole thing about the Angels changing their name to the "Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim" is RETARDED. That's almost like saying the "New York Yankees of the Bronx." Just doesn't work. First off, Los Angeles and Anaheim are two different cities in two different counties (LA and Orange County, respectively). Secondly, if you want to root for an LA team - root for the Dodgers. But with the newfound popularity of Orange County thanks to a certain TV show on Fox Thursday nights at 8/7 Central, plus the fact that I HATE LA, why change the name? The Angels don't need to put Los Angeles in their name - I think Anaheim sports have been doing quite well this century between the Ducks making the Stanley Cup Finals in 2003 and the Angels winning the pennant in 2002. We don't need LA and their smog, pollution, crime, endless area codes, or traffic... I love Anaheim! It's home to Disneyland, Downtown Disney, a real hockey team named after one in a Disney movie, a baseball team that got a lot of publicity from a Disney movie, Anaheim Hills, only 3 freeways (57, 91, and the 90), and ONE area code (the seven-one-fo').

-So, in sum, SUCK THIS LA and FIGHT ON SC! Yeah, that's kind of hypocritical considering where USC is... but remember that it stands for the "University of Southern California," not the "University of South Central!"

2005: The Year of the Dejas

2005-01-03T13:50:00.000-08:00

Yes, you read that right. This isn't the year of the monkey, dog, lizard, or even the emu. This is MY year.

It is the year of the Dejas. This is the year I take the world by storm. Because 2004 wasn't enough between college graduation, moving to New York, and landing a job on Wall Street.

My resolution is to figure out what I'm doing AFTER I leave Wall St for Law School, to get into a good law school, and figure out exactly how to complete my plan of world domination.

Oh yeah, and I would also like to score one or all of the following men: Theo Epstein, Luke Walton, Orlando Bloom, and/or Gerard Butler... and possibly find the right guy. And if I don't, at least I know that I'm not settling for what's around.

Yes, it shall be a kick-booty year. With that, I'm off to dinner and the theatre.

What a year...

2004-12-30T05:39:00.000-08:00

Before I start my musing of the day - please donate anything you can to the following organizations helping those in South Asia: Red Cross, UNICEF, AmeriCares, Doctors Without Borders. My company has matching funds - check and see if yours does too.

Alright, so it's a day before New Year's Eve. Time for everyone to reflect back on this past year, what was good, what was bad, and what you don't remember cause you were too wasted. For me, there were so many changes in my life in 2004, and I'll go over a couple of them here.

January: Started my last semester as an undergrad. I had a great 2 years at AU, filled with fun, great friends, and great political discussions. January was a fun time to be a Dem involved with politics, minus the fact that Dean lost the primaries. :(

February: Ahhh, the beginning of drunken Apprentice nights with one of my favorite people - Brenda, my former roomie. We'd each get a bottle of wine, and over the course of the show, we would down it. In a classy way, of course.

March: This was the month that pretty much made it official that I'd be in New York after graduation. I got my NYU dorm assignment, and hopped on that job search! I have to thank Gil, Tyler, and Mark for all their help with my move... without you guys I honestly don't know if I'd be here.

April: Last month as an undergrad... a lot of this month was dedicated to me writing my thesis. This was soon followed by me hating my thesis and wishing I had chosen a different topic.

May: I GRADUATED! Yay! A week after that, I found myself in NYC with a great roomate, Lindzi, who I know is totally kicking ass out in L.A. now. We survived cockroaches and a great summer together! It was also my bday, and I remember drinking over $10 worth of beer at Dollar Beer Night.

June: Got my first job here in the city! I worked at the apartment complex across from Lincoln Center and met some cool coworkers. Not my favorite job, but Romona and I managed to have some fun...

July: Summer continued... lots of fun was had... and I moved in with Gil and Dan! Thus began the question that I get all the time, "So you live with guys? What's that like?" and the answer of "It's great; they're so laidback and they're cleaner than I am!"

August: Went on an interview at Deutsche through a headhunter and met my coworkers. After 20 minutes there, I realized how bad I wanted this job - and I am proud to say that it's where I am today! :)

September: Started my job at Deutsche. Prepared for the LSAT.

October: Nervous as all hell, and running on no sleep, took the LSAT. Did OK, not great. Worked on law school applications anyway. A week later I found myself in Arizona for Mrs. Lauri Exley's wedding - I was the Maid of Honor! It was a beautiful weekend, saw some great old friends and my parents came out for it too (I think because they figure they have some time before they see me walk down the aisle again, but in a white dress).

November: Oy, what a month. Not gonna say anything about the election, because I'd like to keep this entry positive. Endless law school apps, awesome shindig, went back to DC to see my "big bro" Martin (glad he's ok and back from Iraq...for now...), went home for Thanksgiving...

December: Started out with a trip to Boston where I learned that the Red Sox fans can smell Yankee fans, and that Boston has some weird-ass spellings (Worcester=Woosta, Faneuil=Faniel). Finished law school applications, went home for "Christmas" (which entailed going to Downtown Disney and movies), and Alana and her boy are out here now!

All in all, it was a huge year in the life of this girl. I've learned so much about myself. I feel as though I'm a much stronger person than ever before, and I'm finally gaining the confidence to stand up for myself. I know now what I want out of life, and I'm not afraid to go for it. Here are some lessons I learned over the past year:

-I have learned that the only way to reach my goal of pursuing a career i-n either International, Constitutional, or Entertainment Law is through hard work and knowing when to say yes or no.
-I have learned that the best way to succeed is to be able stand on your own, knowing that you have people that care about you supporting you and are willing to catch you no matter what - even if it means you get a good "I told you so" at the end of it.
-I've learned not to settle for anything less than great, when it comes to career or social life. Having a lot of numbers on your cell phone means nothing unless you can call every single one of them at 4 am asking for help.
-I've learned that throughout it all, you must be able to look at yourself in the mirror and own up to all your actions and still hold your head high. I have never been a very confident person, and because of this, I have done some stupid things in my life by being somewhat coerced into them. Towards the end of the year, I began a new phase in my life - the phase where I accept myself for who I am and decide that above all, I must carry myself with class. Because if at the end of the day, I don't respect myself, who will?
-I've learned that no matter what happens in my love life, I've gone 22 years without a serious relationship. I've never been in love, and that makes me want to be in love... but I also know that I can't start something with someone just because he's there. If I've gone this long wtihout being serious with someone, I can go a little while longer until it's the right guy at the right time. I now know what I want in a guy - and Theo Epstein embodies it all (minus that whole working for the wrong team thing. If he quit his job and began working for either the Yanks or Angels, THEN he'd be perfect)!

So, in sum, HAPPY NEW YEAR! It was a great 2004, and it promises to be an even greater 2005!