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| My link to my blogspot [convertabo.blogspot.com], so I'll repost here.
Thats right! I got to take a picture with the Best.
LA is great so far. Yesturday I spent the fun evening with Tracy after forever-ever of not seeing each other. We went to Versaille and Rage last night. Today we had this delicious Italian sandwhich near Rodeo of which we did window shopping none-the-less because even though I do work now, we... okay lie, we really considered some Louis Vuitton.
The Prada store was nice:
And of course we went to Robertson to go shopping and stopped by La Cienega for BOULE for the most absolutely fabulous macaroons.
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| I forget that
1) I constantly forget my password to LJ
And
2) I moved over to blogger. Yah yah? Cool | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Wow. Annoying how I had to add numbers into my password for this, and then completely forget what the password is. Well heres a post that was made in blogger:
This is my Gaygler pride picture post. Picturessssssss.Hmm what could this be? Could this be me WITH grand marshall Reichen? Oh YES, dear lord the hotness.
Now, soon after this, I took photos with the Svedka Vodka boys... who are portraying 'gay' hitlers in American Apparel briefs (I could be one of them! I was wearing some).
Now this photo is of me sans-firefighting with balloons. Don't start fire guys, because I WILL not be able to save you (Nor that baby in the Volcano).
So here is when it gets a bit complicated. A whole bunch of us, being three people, decided to over-abuse the starbucks tattoos that say "Proud to support Pride." Now I'm going to have odd tan marks.
So on the same block as us was the Colt float, hence these porn star photos:
With all that done, I marched with these people:
To pass out flashing Google pins to these people:
And these were my rewards:
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| Sorry, Xanga has been my ugly primary source of posting. Of which I'll put last weeks post here:
My calves hurt. No, like they really REALLY hurt. McVulture says to take a break, but I know better. I know he is trying to sabotage me with his plans of "I will never let Evan run ahead of me. Ever." the pings in some dramatic karate pose and then a flying roundhouse kick to finish his presentation of: Sabotage.
Okay he's not actually sabotaging me. He's being quite helpful by helping me eat dinner and agreeing with CS that bagels are inherintly evil. This information was brought to my coworkers attention via me. They snickered at me and dismissed my claims whilst I and they were eating donuts. I tell no lie (this time), the world must know this hidden evil.
Is it me or does text editing in Xanga sorta SUCK? Yes.
Also on these lines, the government has yet again taxed me with idiots at the post office. Someone, at some post office, some how confused my 39 cent stamp with a 2 cent stamp, and sent it back to my home with the little considerate note of "insufficient funds." The funds were plenty sufficient if they weren't bombarded by tax paying procrastinators. So, le sigh, I brought my taxes back to the post office in longest post office line ever (those sitcoms don't lie about these things) and had the postage ordeal fixed like Bob Barker wants pets to be.
The real reason of this post is becayse Ty requested one. And not to give him all the credit, I'm shamelessly downloading music from Eric Mai, who I noticed used google maps to show how jealous I should be of him that he lives probably within 3 minutes walking distance of work. Jealous! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. The only sorty snarky comeback I have to give is the whole thing about him working at Yahoo and using Google earth etc etc bore snore zzzz. So being that I am downloading his music, my connection is too busy thinking "bitch, I'm getting your music! I can't multitask and show you mutual funds at the same time, so sit your ass down and think about it." Thus I did, and entered a xanga post. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Hi guys. To do my part in saving this endangered series I have uploaded my copies of the last four episodes. Comment if you'd like the link. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Would it not be great to Save Our Bluths by somehow creating a "I love Jason Bateman" group? Oh gosh I love Michael Bluth.
The joy of living with my brother has included a post it note on my red envelope which reads "I borrowed $40" without any thanks. Also included in the marvelous rent-free-package is the carpooling with my mother back from work and her words of wisdom "bring a pig to Beijing and its still a pig." Her logic escapes me, but with further explaination... it's really just my mom.
Meanwhile my stupidity has allowed me to intoxicate myself to the point of accepting viral infections into my body. Two syllables explain my current state: Tragic. So overly melodramatic at the moment, am I not? hahahahaha. Okay well on a not wallowing in a puddle of my own self-pity sentence, I'm working! Which I advise all my non-working friends that when people try to convince you to work, its only so that you will suffer as much as they do. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| CS: i get lonely during the holiday season
CS: when my parents have each other and i just have the temptation of eating an entire pie
Im guessing she makes the pie herself. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Yes. Traveling. I've been so incredibily lucky to able to travel so much this year. I think this is probably to avoid actual adult responsibilites. I think all this traveling has hurt my back and my immunity system. There is sickness, and I feel it.
Well here is yet another picture post. Nothing from Barcelona until I can get some hi-res ones from Tracy.
( Taipei, Shanghai, and Beijing )
Theres loads of other funny photos, but they're all in my yahoo photos, ask me for a personal tour through my chronic embarassments. | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
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I was tricked into having dinner with old people, why???? why??? Meanwhile, there was the asian Charro at the table in front of us. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| ( Summer Summarized )
So this brings an end to my summer in LA, as I have wasted the last 2
hours organizing and posting a photo journal entry so that I could
procrastinate from studying. I'm going to have to finish an
Econometrics project with Tracy Choy and take my final on Friday, then
drive up to the Bay Area on Friday to catch a flight on Saturday back
down to LA, to have a layover and then fly to BARCELONA. Woop.
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| Today Tracy manages to turn her speakerphone on, as well as, NOT KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF. So as she walks through Robertson, people in the public hear "gay porn.... anime freak....drunk ugly" from moi.
Also, today whilst driving through the Jack-in-the-box drive-thru, I paid with two one dollar bills, thirty pennies, and 3 dimes. While scruffling through an old, rattered, not-so-clear-anymore-cause-its-old, plastic bag for the last few cents, the cashier bestowed pity on me and said "its cool man, don't worry about it." I RECEIVED PITY FROM A JACK IN THE BOX CASHIER because I looked poor trying to pay with my pennies. Oh sadness.
Why does my stomache ache? Is it because all I ate tonight was two tacos, chicken sandwich with bacon, and 'small' cup of very berry softserve? Probably.
Woe is also tracy today as she hit a bus. Wow.
Meanwhile, I'm going through the elite lynbrok class of 04 and 05, and going through their photos. As well as the not-so-pretty un-elite of 05. I'm glad I'm done with that. I'm also catching up on the elite of cupertino 03... huh. Elite being the people I know that are some-what interesting. You other bitches are boring as hell, I hope youre lives dramatically improves. | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Woody | | Time: | 12:59 am |
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Wow, best bathroom experience ever. This was at the Hollywood Bowl for the Video Game Music Live (which was also AMAZINGLY good).
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| I'm now posting for the sake of getting some comments, because I've constantly been commenting on all your livejournals, biznatches.!!!
Oh now I know why I don't post: I'm not funny anymore.
So I've been lacking internet the past week because of not having internet when we moved in (past 2 weeks actually). And having my computer completely fail on all accounts on me on Friday. That night I'd just lay around random places in my apartment on the ground, rolled up in a circle, mumbling phrases such as "pity me." and "Why does life suck so much?" But then I got to go drink with a new galpal that actually drinks! Hence my subject: Meeting Skipper. Skipper sounds slightly better than Barbie or T. Zha I must admit.
But as you can see, my computer is working again!!!!! Thank god for Aaron's magic CS fingers. I believe something on the motherboard must have fell lose while moving.
I've also started Econometrics. Why do I not remember any statistics? Oh because my stats teacher had a lisp that I couldn't understand "The HO is white and the HA is wrong." | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
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Skyview of Baltimore
Eating the 'Indecisive' sandwich
Reese's Man!
Naked Cowboy
Paper store
LOVELY Lane
Cotton Candy
Washington DC
US' largest museum
Napa
Culinary Class
Rodolphe, Anne, and I playing large chess at Santana Row.
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In my Xanga I talked about how my brother farted into jars and would chase after me with them.
On a more fun note, Joseph and I took photos, so if you're lucky enough to be able to see his livejournal, you should go look. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Oops I'm sorry I didn't get to wish my fellow livejournalers a happy Single Awareness day. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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