R.I.P. Gilmore Girls!

The CW (or the Country Western network as I like to call them) isn’t renewing “Gilmore Girls” next season. Sad times. Their season finale ended up being their series finale. They didn’t even get a proper send off. It just ended. I’m so sad… and maybe a little embarassed that you all know I watch “Gilmore Girls” now. Religiously at that. I’ve been hooked ever since Jess broke up Rory and Dean in 2001. Pretty sad if you know what I’m talking about. It was this show that sparked my borderline obsession with Milo Ventimiglia (and any boy bearing a mild resemblance to him). Pammie saw him at the airport when we were in Vegas a few years ago. A month later, my navigation skills (or lack thereof) got us on the wrong subway in NYC and we ran into him because of it. He was alone at a subway stop and I was too scared to speak to him. Biggest regret ever. I’m sure he can’t go anywhere now without being recognized. They say that if something happens twice, it’ll most likely happen again. I don’t know who “they” are, but I hope they’re right. R.I.P. Gilmore Girls! You’ll be missed. I guess all I can do now is watch DVDs of past episodes… and read fan fiction. Don’t judge me!

Smitten

 

Dyanne, Pammie and I drove up to LA Friday night for the Smitten exhibit at the Thinkspace Art Gallery in Silverlake. Two of our favorite artists, Stella Im Hultberg and Audrey Kawasaki, were part of the all girl show, so we couldn’t miss it. We picked up Pammie in the OC and were stuck in LA traffic at 10pm. Lame! Luckily, Thinkspace stayed open past closing time, and we got to see all the gorgeous art. You should definitely check it out if you’re near LA (or even if you’re 135 miles away like us). Or you can just look at my pictures from the exhibit. We schlepped through midnight traffic after the show to hit up Diddy Riese in Westwood. YUM-O. The area around UCLA is pretty cool…. made me think about getting my MFA in graphic design there, but I looked into it today and they don’t offer it. I started looking at other universities outside of San Diego, though. I suppose I should concentrate on getting my BA first! My schedule is going to be insane this fall with both my graphic design internship and regular job on top of a full load at school. There goes my social life. Even June is looking pretty exhausting since I’m working full time over the summer and still squeezing a class and my internship in (there are few things I enjoy more than organizing my Google calendar — Yes, I’m a total nerd). Oh, well. It’ll help me save for when Dyanne and I move out together at the end of summer… not that I’ll have any free time to actually enjoy our fabulously designed apartment! Tell me why I’m moving out again? Oh, because I’m twenty five and still living with my parents SO over the valley! :)

Tandem.

Taking this photograph at Edgar’s last weekend of the old Mcdonald’s crew (or as Julz calls us… “the 25 & up crowd”) got us reminiscing about when we all used to work there together. Nearly a decade later, and I’m still hanging out with the same people. They say that I’m not much different now than I was back in the day. I guess it’s true when I’m reminded of stories like this…

Our Mcdonald’s had the standard drive-thru with one window where you’d pay for your order and another where you’d get your food. On crazy days like the dreaded Cheeseburger Sunday, we would open a second window where you could order… a tandem window, if you will. For some reason, Jed would always assign me to the tandem window. Looking back at it now, I’m convinced it was for his own personal amusement. Anyway, orders were taken in one line at both the regular and tandem windows when it was busy. The only way anyone would know what order to give to which car was to press the tandem button whenever an order from that window was taken. Being the forgetful person you love and adore, I’d always fail to remember that one little detail. Sheryll and Pammie would often give the wrong food to the wrong car because of me. “Press tandem, Mayan!” they’d always say. Not much has changed since then.. Except now I have to be reminded about more important things like remembering to bring my driver’s license so not to disrupt my date with Jack Daniels at the bar. Just kidding. I’d much rather have red headed sluts these days.

Summer came like cinnamon (so sweet).

Spring break is such a tease! I’ve still got six weeks of classes and interning left and all I can think about is going to the beach with my friends and all my favorite musicians going on tour. I watched John Legend and Corinne Bailey Rae perform at the Embarcadero with Pammie, Chel and Shi tonight. We had an “avencha” (as Mark would say) and ended up walking thirty or so blocks! I definitely could have skipped my workout earlier this afternoon. I thought we were gonna have to haul a cab (or paramedic) for Shi! Ha, ha! Check out my vids from the show. Be jealous! I was thinking about going up to LA tomorrow to see OneRepublic with Dyanne at the Viper Room, but they sold out today. I think I’ll go to the beach instead and work on achieving the natural tan of the islands. I attempted to get my tan on the other day with Trace, but it was mostly cloudy, so we spent half the time underneath blankets eating sandwiches. I’m still ridiculously pale, but those sandwiches were really, really tasty.

Happy birthday to my best friend.

We’ve been celebrating Trace’s birthday for the past week! Here are some pictures to prove it.

Boo whore.

So I was driving to work yesterday feeling particularly emo, because I was listening to my Top 25 Most Played list randomly selected songs on my iPod that were all coincidentally depressing. But while I was contemplating driving my car into oncoming traffic, I saw a semi drive by with no trailer. I love those things…

What? Semi’s driving around without trailers don’t make your day? I can’t understand that, but I won’t judge you.

I was at this bar last weekend and some guy told my friend that he wanted to “lick her all night long” (and he was so ridiculously drunk that he fell out of his chair minutes later). Seriously, who says that shit? An even bigger question is how come he didn’t offer to lick ME all night long? Not that I would’ve let him (and his tongue) come within a ten-mile radius of my body. Disgusto. I don’t get this whole dating thing. I’ve been single for a year TODAY. I was with my ex for seven years, three of which I was still a teenager. All of my girlfriends are attached except for one (and she belongs on The L Word). I’m not remotely attracted to any one… I’m convinced my husband is not in San Diego. My therapist says it’s important for me to be single, because I haven’t been single since I was sixteen, and I should take this time to focus on myself before jumping into another relationship… and by “therapist” I mean my friend… who is also single… who I secretly think wants me to remain single with her. Boo whore.

Five reasons you’d want to date me.

I’ve been challenged to list five things you don’t know about me, but there is privileged information I haven’t already vomited all over cyber space with good reason. Instead, I’ll list five incidents that cemented my reputation as somewhat of a space cadet among my friends.

1. Pammie and I were in the OC walking back to my car after lunch. It was freezing out and I asked her where we were. She said, “Santa Ana,” and I was like, “Ohhhh… No wonder it’s so windy here.” She stopped walking and laughed at me while I stood there freezing my ass off.

2. Jay was talking about how Ernie Reyes Jr’s dad was this martial arts master and starred in a few movies. I said, “Who’s Ernie Reyes Jr’s dad?” and Jay was all, “Um, that would be Ernie Reyes, Mayan.”

3. Errol, Pammie, Jay and I went to Skokie’s to watch “Everything is Illuminated.” Skok popped the DVD in and was like, “Hit play, Mayan” so I just hit the play button on the DVD player. Thirty minutes go by before we realize that we just watched deleted scene after deleted scene thinking the entire time that we were watching the actual movie and they had just Tarantino’d the shit out of it. At the end of the movie, I was like, “That’s weird… None of the deleted scenes were in the movie.” …and I was serious.

4. Meehchelle and I were in the kitchen at our cabin in Big Bear and Pammie was showering upstairs. (I thought) Meehchelle said, “What does your sister call you, Mayan?” I gave her this confused look and was like… “Um… Mayan?” and she looked at me in disbelief before saying, “Your sister is calling you, Mayan” as I heard Pammie’s distant cries in the background because Julz had used up all the hot water… and I thought SHE was the clueless one in this conversation.

5. I was at a gas station with Jay buying some cupcakes and M&Ms to fashion a makeshift cake for Pammie’s birthday. Jay noticed my confusion as I stood in the candy aisle with a bag of king-sized M&Ms in one hand and regular M&Ms in the other. I was like, “Feel these bags, Jay. This one’s supposed to be king-sized, but the M&Ms are the same size in both bags…” Before dying of laughter, he managed to say, “Sweetie, ‘king-sized’ refers to the size of the bag, not the size of the M&Ms!” Oh hell no.

I’ve only listed five, but sadly, shit like this happens all the time. My friends like to hoard these “mayanisms” and whip them out amongst strangers whenever the opportunity presents itself, so most people already think I’m a space cadet before I get a fighting chance to convince them otherwise. Now that I’ve broadcasted these infamous stories on the internet, they never have to be repeated again (and again and again… I’m talking to YOU, Jay!).

Miss Halfway.

Even though I’m sick at home coughing up my insides, I feel like this year is already looking better than 2006. I’m officially halfway to fifty (yikes!). Pammie threw me a surprise dinner with all of my friends in the Champagne Room at the Strip Club Steakhouse downtown the night before my birthday. She’s only the most awesome sister ever. We went to an Incubus concert on my actual birthday, and they rocked, of course. We might see them again when they close out their tour in LA. On Saturday, I spent some much needed time with my friends at this club that they spin at. I drank entirely too much, but you only turn a quarter of a century once, right? Sunday was spent nursing a hangover, witnessing my sister cry as the Chargers lost to the Patriots, and watching a Grey’s Anatomy marathon with Pammie (best show ever!). Sadly, Pammie’s moving back to the OC for a fabulous new job, so we went up there on Monday so she could set up her apartment. She’s not the only one moving up, though… The graphic designer for SDSU’s CES marketing department offered me an internship as a production artist because she loved this sexy website. I’m gonna have to give up my stable, higher paying job with dental and health benefits, though. It’s all about sacrifice. A year from now, when I’ve finally gotten my BA and a year of design experience under my belt, I’ll be able to land my dream job and it’ll all be worth it. At least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself as I’m eating Top Ramen for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I plan on working a second job on nights and weekends after I leave the bank at the end of the month and get my school schedule settled. I’m also going to move out this summer. With school, an internship and a second job, I probably won’t be home enough to appreciate having my own place, but it’s something I really want (and need) to do for myself. I always said that by the time I was 25-years-old, I’d be married with kids. Life never turns out how you expect it, but I’m okay with where I’m at and where I’m headed… It only gets better from here.

You must not know ’bout me.

Listening to music in my car had become a very dim memory to me. After more than a year of talking to myself, rolling down my windows to hear the radio in the car next to me, and painfully silent drives to and from the OC and LA, my car stereo is finally fixed… and I did it! ME… Mayan. The girl who leaves her ATM card in the freezer and finds it a week later when she’s craving popsicles. I can’t even remember how to get to your apartment that I’ve been to a million times, but I can at least listen to music while I’m lost now! I got tired of waiting for a new boyfriend to come along and fix it for me, so I decided to (attempt to) do it myself! I did some online troubleshooting, bought this replacement ribbon-looking thing off of eBay not knowing if that would fix it or not, somehow got my stereo out of my car (after watching my ex do it so many times before), unscrewed a bunch of unnecessary parts to get to that ribbon piece inside, tore out the ribbon piece, replaced it with the new one, put all the parts back together (but was somehow left with six extra screws), plugged it back into my car and it WORKED! I almost cried from the sound of music. I called Pammie up because I had to tell SOMEONE about the unthinkable feat I had just accomplished… Then five minutes later, as I’m shoving the stereo into the hole where it used to be, the power shuts off! I called Pammie in a blind rage and she said that her friend could look at it for me. I consoled myself by taking a long bath and giving myself a pedicure while Pammie took my car to get fixed. Later, I heard the garage open and she called the house and told me that her friend couldn’t fix it, but she had something for me outside. I thought she brought me back a present to make me happy because she’s an awesome sister like that, but I went outside, toe separators and all, and she was bumping Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable” in MY car! Turns out I blew a fuse when I tried the shove the stereo back in… so I really did fix my radio! I just happened to blow a fuse in the process. Technicalities.

Help me help you (help myself).

It has been more than a year since the Great Purse Disaster of 2005, and the only thing I have left to replace are my Gucci sunglasses (pummelled to bits by car after passing car). I wore them well past their prime (even when my prescription had changed and I couldn’t afford to replace the ridiculously priced lenses). I could usually care less about brand named anything, but I wear glasses all the time (even in the shower when there’s a spider in the bathroom), so they might as well be nice, right? Looking for sunglasses is an uphill battle because of my horrendous vision and need for frames with just the right shaped lenses that can handle my crazy prescription. After some extensive shopping, I’ve found a suitable (albeit entirely too expensive) replacement for my Guccis. I bought new eyeglasses this past summer, and I’ve been looking for a justifiable reason to spend more than half a grand splurge on these sunglasses I’ve been lusting after. I think I’ve finally found a reason: Valentine’s Day.

Being my first valentine-less year since I rocked braces and colored contacts (nearly a decade), I plan on staying too busy to notice by making pocket mirrors for all the guys who love their girlfriends… and all the single ladies who deserve to buy themselves something to remind them of how beautifully solo they are… or, at the very least, something they can use to check and see if there are leftovers in their teeth (because that’s gonna help you find a man!).

Overpriced sunglasses would make a nice Valentine’s gift to myself, don’t you think? Help me afford them by buying some goods from the shop!