I do not know what it is about the San Francisco Muni but single time I get on that bus I end up getting yelled at. Not by a mean old bus driver hating his monotonous life (sorry for the rather bold assumption bus drivers, I'm sure some routes are rather thrilling... really) and no I don't get yelled at by some wanna be gangsta G 13 year old taking the bus home from middle school. Every time I step through those glass doors and up the gum and grime laden steps and take my seat on a used swine flu infested plastic seat (if I'm lucky enough to snag one) a little old Asian lady finds a reason to yell at me. It never fails. Now most of the time I am not quick enough to pick up on why exactly they are raising their voice toward me, for I can rarely understand what they are saying. However, today I was able to understand through a series of violent gestures.
Let me give you a slight background: today was a downpour in the city. In the six minutes and twenty-three seconds that it took to walk to the bus stop from my apartment the wind inverted my umbrella twice and I was soaked. Now I don't know when the last time you were out in a downpour but when you end up soaked you tend to drip water wherever you go. Anyhow, so I get on the bus and accidentally drip water on the seat next to me. Now since it is pouring rain, not that many people are out and about so the bus is pretty empty. We take off and then screech to a halt at the next stop. A very old Asian lady steps on the bus and takes a look at the seat next to me then looks me in the eye with a stare that makes me feel as though she just walked out of the gates of hell just to come give me a piece of her mind. I shiver in my Sperrys (not because of her but because it's absolutely freezing and I have lost my body fat due to the recovery). I do however, look away and sigh because I know that the much expected old Asian lady fight is about to exhaust me once more. Through a serious of fast paced sentences being spat at me and large gestures from the seat to me I sit through her yell and lecture at me. The whole time all I can think is this, if the water is that much of a problem A. what on EARTH are you doing out of the house in the pouring rain and B. SIT IN ONE OF THE OTHER TWENTY AVAILABLE SEATS ON THE BUS! I continue to ignore her and she plops down on the seat next to the one with five drops of water on it and continues to occasionally look at me, huff, lock eyes with an old Asian man on the bus, and shake her head.
Okay old Asian ladies who ride the San Francisco Muni, I understand that you all seem to ooze anger the second I walk onto the bus but if I am such a demon seed to you all JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!
To demonstrate my point I leave you with this hysterical youtube video. Please make sure you watch the video in it's entirety or it will lose it's awesomeness.
Disclaimer: I have nothing against old Asian ladies and by no means have the intention of stereotyping all the muni-riding oldies in San Francisco. I would just prefer if 90% didn't absolutely hate me.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Ichat and snail mail will get me through...
Distance from Boston to San Francisco: 3,000 miles
Time left until spring break: 66 days
Boyfriend left to go back to Boston tonight. Two months & counting until we get to see each other again. The last couple of weeks have done nothing but bring us closer together and make me fear this day more and more. After having a semester of experience with this long distance stuff it only makes me more weary of the semester to come. It’s hard. Sometimes when all you can think about is the negative in things and how hard something can be, you need to force yourself to look through the cloud of despair. The long distance only makes the time together more worth it. And who could be more worth it to me than boyfriend? No one.
People ask us advice on staying together through college and if long distance relationships are worth it. All I can say is for us, it’s more than worth it. It’s something we have to do, at this point we can’t not be together. The thing is, if you don’t try to make it work you’ll always wonder what would have happened. If the other person means that much to you, how could you possibly break up not because you two don’t work together, but because you’re not willing to put in the hard work? Since when is love supposed to be easy?
Time left until spring break: 66 days
Boyfriend left to go back to Boston tonight. Two months & counting until we get to see each other again. The last couple of weeks have done nothing but bring us closer together and make me fear this day more and more. After having a semester of experience with this long distance stuff it only makes me more weary of the semester to come. It’s hard. Sometimes when all you can think about is the negative in things and how hard something can be, you need to force yourself to look through the cloud of despair. The long distance only makes the time together more worth it. And who could be more worth it to me than boyfriend? No one.
People ask us advice on staying together through college and if long distance relationships are worth it. All I can say is for us, it’s more than worth it. It’s something we have to do, at this point we can’t not be together. The thing is, if you don’t try to make it work you’ll always wonder what would have happened. If the other person means that much to you, how could you possibly break up not because you two don’t work together, but because you’re not willing to put in the hard work? Since when is love supposed to be easy?
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Haiti
Collected Dead: 50,000
Estimated Dead: 200,000
I almost feel weird writing about the disaster there because I feel as though no matter what words I put together to express my remorse, they will never do it justice. Therefore, I was hesitant to write anything in my blog about it but I went to a family friend's house today and I was inspired. Their daughter put together a bake sale with her friends to help in the relief efforts towards Haiti, and just their small effort raised almost a grand. This was just enough force to put me into motion. Oliviadahd and I are going to do a bake sale next Sunday to raise money. We're setting up camp in the same place as the girl I spoke to but we're bringing in the bad boys. We're going to have chocolate covered strawberry after chocolate covered strawberry lined up. My world famous (I wish) Chocolate Chip Cookies ("Lexi's favorite" courtesy of Martha Stewart... really you should try the, the recipe is to die for) and chocolate covered blueberries will be making an appearance as well. I say all this because like I was inspired, I hope some of you stumble across this and hope it puts some positive energy into your outlook toward Haiti.
Estimated Dead: 200,000
I almost feel weird writing about the disaster there because I feel as though no matter what words I put together to express my remorse, they will never do it justice. Therefore, I was hesitant to write anything in my blog about it but I went to a family friend's house today and I was inspired. Their daughter put together a bake sale with her friends to help in the relief efforts towards Haiti, and just their small effort raised almost a grand. This was just enough force to put me into motion. Oliviadahd and I are going to do a bake sale next Sunday to raise money. We're setting up camp in the same place as the girl I spoke to but we're bringing in the bad boys. We're going to have chocolate covered strawberry after chocolate covered strawberry lined up. My world famous (I wish) Chocolate Chip Cookies ("Lexi's favorite" courtesy of Martha Stewart... really you should try the, the recipe is to die for) and chocolate covered blueberries will be making an appearance as well. I say all this because like I was inspired, I hope some of you stumble across this and hope it puts some positive energy into your outlook toward Haiti.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Roraborealis
Meet Rori. Love her.
Rori is in fact a girl and from this moment on I expect all of you to remember that dandy little detail. And yes, I did name Rori after my ever so favorite TV show, Gilmore Girls. Nothing beats their wit and charm, if I do say so myself and Rori, the dog, has a very smart attitude about her that pairs nicely with her famous counterpart.
Rori is adorably energetic, not to mention a closet genius. Boyfriend happens to be in love with her and has this “trick” if you could call it that, where he picks her up and holds her a few inches off the ground then throws her tennis ball (she collects tennis balls at the park and will for days follow you around with pride showing off her new tennis ball until she feels you have fully acknowledged her accomplishment). After a few tortured seconds he lets go and she takes off running as if her nimble little limbs have been spastically working while in the air. It’s really quite amazing. As SOON as she is let go of; she’s off and running. Rori is so loveable that even Oliviadahd, who is notorious for humorously harboring a hatred for the furry animals (except, just dogs) secretly loves Rori. You can walk around the corner and catch an unexpected Oliviadahd cuddling the creature; and as soon as spots you throws the pup off with a quick “ew, get off” … but you know. It is very clear, her love for the little fur ball.
Anyways, Rori has a fascination with the before mentioned muklucks. My wonderful luscious muklucks that cause me to feel like I’ve entered the soft fluffy gates of heaven as the pillowing clouds of righteousness engulf my feet with every beautiful step I make.
Long story short, I thought I should introduce you to Rori before I walk into a room one day to find said muklucks torn to shreds and partly ingested. When that day comes there just might not be a quirky, fun gremlin of a little pup running around anymore.
Just sayin’.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Sometimes you just don't need a theme park.
It's amazing how some days can top nearly any other day and you're doing nothing special.
Today was day nine of my recovery. Excruciating pain has yet to let up but today I suppose I decided to accept it and stop trying to pause life until the day that I feel better. I watched about eight episodes of Scrubs with the Boyfriend and played Mario Tennis high on painkillers. I would say that I much rather would have been eating every delicious meal in the world and running about at Disneyland but I don't need to. Some days can be just as fabulous as the most bloated day of fun you can imagine without actually having any plans. Being around Boyfriend was good enough.
On the board for tomorrow: Scrabble. Suck it Disneyland.
Today was day nine of my recovery. Excruciating pain has yet to let up but today I suppose I decided to accept it and stop trying to pause life until the day that I feel better. I watched about eight episodes of Scrubs with the Boyfriend and played Mario Tennis high on painkillers. I would say that I much rather would have been eating every delicious meal in the world and running about at Disneyland but I don't need to. Some days can be just as fabulous as the most bloated day of fun you can imagine without actually having any plans. Being around Boyfriend was good enough.
On the board for tomorrow: Scrabble. Suck it Disneyland.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Thank god for Mucklucks...
This is the blog where you'll discover that I am a bit of a drama queen, however I assure that every metaphor and detailed description of what I am currently experiencing is 100% true and nothing less.
On Tuesday, I had a tonsillectomy done. For those of you who are unaware of the procedure, it is where they surgically remove your tonsils. Now this isn't a procedure doctor's normally like to do anymore, and it's often very hard to get a doctor to agree to taking them out. However, after five months of straight bedridden sickness and a lifetime of not being able to breathe enough through my nose, thanks to my large adenoids, I was a perfect candidate for the procedure.
The actually surgery is a piece of cake, 45 minutes, in and out then you're back in the recovery room drugged into a happy fog and time moves at a slow easy pace, but yet the hours fly by.
The two week recovery period where you're not being fed drugs through an IV is a whole story of its own.
I started this entry with the intention of blogging each day in detail because I know how much other blogs helped me during this time, however and unexpected twist halted this purpose. As soon as I got home from the hospital I was itching like crazy but I had no rash so the nurses said that I was just having a slight reaction to the Percocet (pain killer) and to just take Benedryl with my painkillers and all will be well. On day three I started throwing up at six in the morning and this continued all throughout the day. The pain was so excruciating in my throat I couldn't stand to take in anymore liquids. Finally at around 8 p.m. I knew that I was so dehydrated the cycle would never stop and my lovely parents took me to the emergency room. Where I was pumped full of saline and painkillers and steroids and anti-nausea meds. At two in the morning I was released to go home and couldn't have been happier now that I had a painkiller that was actually going to help not harm my recovery.
Long story short, I got these awesome Muklucks for christmas from the Gap. For those of you who are uneducated in the sleepwear lingo of today, they are like the world's greatest house slippers. Anyways, I have been living in them since the surgery and can't imagine recovery without them. My suggestion to you, if you think you need this surgery then read ALL of the comments on this blog and if you're still up to it after that, then it's time to buy yourself a pair of awesome muklucks and prepare your loving family for two weeks of complaints and whimpers; Those puppies need to come out!
On Tuesday, I had a tonsillectomy done. For those of you who are unaware of the procedure, it is where they surgically remove your tonsils. Now this isn't a procedure doctor's normally like to do anymore, and it's often very hard to get a doctor to agree to taking them out. However, after five months of straight bedridden sickness and a lifetime of not being able to breathe enough through my nose, thanks to my large adenoids, I was a perfect candidate for the procedure.
The actually surgery is a piece of cake, 45 minutes, in and out then you're back in the recovery room drugged into a happy fog and time moves at a slow easy pace, but yet the hours fly by.
The two week recovery period where you're not being fed drugs through an IV is a whole story of its own.
I started this entry with the intention of blogging each day in detail because I know how much other blogs helped me during this time, however and unexpected twist halted this purpose. As soon as I got home from the hospital I was itching like crazy but I had no rash so the nurses said that I was just having a slight reaction to the Percocet (pain killer) and to just take Benedryl with my painkillers and all will be well. On day three I started throwing up at six in the morning and this continued all throughout the day. The pain was so excruciating in my throat I couldn't stand to take in anymore liquids. Finally at around 8 p.m. I knew that I was so dehydrated the cycle would never stop and my lovely parents took me to the emergency room. Where I was pumped full of saline and painkillers and steroids and anti-nausea meds. At two in the morning I was released to go home and couldn't have been happier now that I had a painkiller that was actually going to help not harm my recovery.
Long story short, I got these awesome Muklucks for christmas from the Gap. For those of you who are uneducated in the sleepwear lingo of today, they are like the world's greatest house slippers. Anyways, I have been living in them since the surgery and can't imagine recovery without them. My suggestion to you, if you think you need this surgery then read ALL of the comments on this blog and if you're still up to it after that, then it's time to buy yourself a pair of awesome muklucks and prepare your loving family for two weeks of complaints and whimpers; Those puppies need to come out!
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