OhNoAsianFever

I see that my last post was in January when it was still cold. I’ve been neglectful to the site.
Here’s the update- I’m comfortably living in the house with my roomies.
My lawsuits with my contractor are over.
I’m looking for a new job- for reals. I’ve looked for jobs before and applied for maybe one or two and then dropped the whole deal. This time, I’ve applied to about 10 jobs. The first week, I was applying to anything I could possibly do. I am not being more selective during week 2/3 of the job search.
I just had a party with a bunch of Asian people. A first for me since I’ve been so Asian-phobic all of these years. It was fun with the ice luge and keg. It was a graduation party and those two items were very college-y. The graduate was 28, but hey- we can still pretend to be 19 when we want to.
I’m glad to announce that I love whiskey again after a 2 year repulsion to it because of one horribly bad night.
I have to get together a writing sample for this one job that I want to apply to. What the hell do I write about? I don’t have any papers from college. I have a hard time writing seriously. My college essay application was about how I thought the plastic peanut butter jar was the best invention in my lifetime. They loved it and I got into college. I’m guessing the Society for something nerdy and scientific won’t like it. I was thinking about writing about the cupcake trend in the United States and how it’s odd that fitness and health trends usually go far, but not unhealthy trends. I might still do that.
I’ve been taking a break from working on the house and it’s been faulous. I have time to go tubing, watch movies, go out and chill. Tomorrow, I’m supposed to start working on the backsplash in my kitchen. I really need to go pick out paint colors, but I’ve been lazy about going to the store. I really need to get off of my ass.
I’m guessing those job guys wouldn’t like my random thoughts that aren’t in a particular order- like this post.
I did a test today online to see how many words that I could type in a minute. I’m 50 wpm. woohoo.
OK, time to hunker down and try to change my life with a different job.

Read about the customer in this story:

http://dcist.com/2009/01/chinese_carryouts_robbed_at_gunpoin.php

I’d like to pistol whip him. Messed up.

This year, I wanted to try out an obnoxious Halloween costume. My pals were dressing up as Team Zissou from life aquatic, I had a giant card board box that I wanted to use. In the movie, the team breaks into Operation Hennessey’s sea lab and steals a bunch of stuff including an espresso machine. I chose to be an espresso machine and bounce into people and drink a lot of beer in a box. I figured that I’d only be in the box for 20 minutes or so and then throw it out. I stayed in it for most of the night and had a pretty good time until the party got too crowded. I then got really stuck and couldn’t go places, so the box was done at that point. Pretty awesome Halloween.

I’m Vietnamese, so I should automatically love eating pho. I can eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks… you name it. I think I had the best bowl of pho ever last night. I’ve been going to Pho 75 with my family for close to 20 years now. We went to the one in Falls Church last night and I’m still high off of that bowl      or pho. I normally go to this place near my work that is OK. We go once a week and it doesn’t come close to how amazing Pho 75 is. If I could eat Pho 75 once a week, I’d be a pretty content person. I’m sure world peace would come about and my job would be wonderful and the trees would grow dollar bills. Sigh.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/06/business/media/06filter.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

i love how this NYtimes article points out that Brita doesn’t even recycle their filters in the US. The writer should have also noted that the team of Brita + Nalgene is full of non-recyclers. Nalgene doesn’t recycle their smelly bottles. In a much earlier post, I bitched about how they don’t recycle nor care to write much about it.

bahhhh. POSERS.

buy a good filter and get a stainless steel bottle (Klean Kanteen). Done.

I just had that jerk-off respond with: “I am sorry.  I was full of shit and a total asshole.  I won’t bother you again.” after I told him how I felt.

I win.

Hey- remember left-over sushi “date” that ended up leading me on (repeatedly) and then dating a girl that my friend was courting. He got rid of me off of his usual email invite list and today I get an evite from him. Can you please edit my name out you asshole? I never want to talk to some douche who led me and just doesn’t get why it’s wrong.

It took me FOREVER to find out the name of the band that opened for The Dandy Warhols the other day. They were quite good and I suggest that you guys take a listen. Check out Danger My Love. They seem like sweet boys too.

I’ve envied those tiny skinny people that can eat whatever they want and never considered that I had a high metabolism. I always have a little beer gut and I’m not tiny, but I’m not fat. My boyfriend was saying how people with high metabolisms die younger because their bodies get burned out so much faster. Sucks for them. I eat a lot of food, maybe the equivelent of 2-3 people my size. Hey- turns out that I have a super high metabolism. Who knew? Great, I’m going to die sooner than you guys… but I still get to eat more. Mwhahaa.