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.:: Saturday, July 31, 2004 ::.

so today was our first open house for roommate's condo. the whole entire place is immaculately spotless and the cleanest i've ever seen it...well, since we first moved in almost 4 years ago. sheesh, i can't believe it's been 4 years already. it makes me really sad though, the thought of not having her as my roommate anymore.

my mom asked me the other day how we met, and i told her the story of fall rush week back during my junior year at cal poly. JC was a transfer student, and i approached her during info night and introduced myself and pronounced her name wrong. hahaha, bad start i guess. after she became a pledge, she came over to have lunch with GL, one of my roommates at the time, also a sorority sister. i kinda just joined them, cuz i was there and had nothing else planned. JC made us the best potstickers i had ever had (the secret is the cornstarch!). after JC left, GL and i were talking and i said "i don't think JC likes me. i think she thinks i'm really immature." even though we're the same age. so JC and i never really got to know each other. we just seemed so different... then, our senior year, we discovered our mutual love of karaoke. hehehe...

by our super senior year, we were spending lots of time together, and realizing we had a lot more in common than both of us had ever thought. just before graduation, i asked her if she wanted to be roommates. she had just gotten a job at arthur anderson in SF, and i was preparing for a job in SF as well, and i really wanted to live in the city. so we agreed to be roommates. we searched and searched and searched for affordable housing in a decent area of SF, and failed. at that time, in fall of 2000, a 2 bedroom apartment was easily over $2000. and we're not talking nob hill or the marina. we're talking the outer edges of the tenderloin and deep in the sunset, in some stank dwelling no one should call home. then, her parents came up with the idea of helping her buy a condo, cuz back then, the mortgage on a 2 bedroom condo was waaaaaay cheaper than rent (inconceivable, i know!)! so they found this place, and well, you probably don't care to read about the rest, so i'll spare you. :)

and now, almost exactly 4 years later, we're both packing up our things (and we had a LOT of "things" to pack, sheesh) and getting ready to enter the next phases of our lives. i'll be getting married in october, with her as my maid of honor, and she'll be getting married next april, with me as her maid of honor. it's funny how things work out with your friends. who knew she'd end up being one of the dearest friends i'll ever have?

:: joyCleeP 10:50 PM [+] ::
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strike two.  *sigh*  so frustrating.  our agent is so sweet, he told us not to get discouraged, to keep our morale up.  the right house will come at the right time...

:: joyCleeP 7:32 PM [+] ::
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hmm... so according to labor laws, it IS legal, what my employer is doing. section 512 is also interesting to me, since i don't take breaks, ever. why not? cuz i don't have time to eat! and just when i sit down, i get called out on the floor again. hmph.

i'm over it. i mean, i'm REALLY over it...

:: joyCleeP 10:27 PM [+] ::
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grr...i'm on another 7-day week at work!! why do they keep doing this to me?! this is #3 in the past 2 months, and i HATE it. the worst part is that i don't get overtime for those 2 days!! because our schedule is done weekly, they can get away with this, apparently. even still, i HATE it. grrr...

:: joyCleeP 10:38 AM [+] ::
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i got my first bee sting yesterday. not fun. in fact, i freaked out! i got into my car after work, and i pulled my hair out from behind me, and something sharp poked me in the finger. ouch! then a BEE flew out of my hand!! a BEE had gotten tangled in my HAIR! luckily it flew toward the window so i rolled the window down to let it out. then i panicked. i've never been stung before, so i had no clue what would happen or what to do. my hand started to feel funny, and my middle finger was kinda numb, and a painful, little, white bump appeared where the bee had stung me. but i don't think it was a real sting, cuz it didn't leave the little stinger. maybe just a little prick. but still, it was quite frightening!! it didn't swell, and now it's just a small pink dot on my finger. *sigh* i can't wait to cut my hair...

:: joyCleeP 5:24 PM [+] ::
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W has a sony rewards card, where you get points for purchases, and you can redeem them for sony goods. we use them sometimes for movie tix at loews. the only loews i know of is in SF at the metreon, so last night we used our *free* movie tix to see spiderman2. though really cheezy at times, i really liked it, and can't wait for 3! we already have a plot lined up for 4, if they need ideas. ;) after the flick we headed back to the parking garage and had to pay $8!! sheesh, not such a great deal afterall. damn parking situation in SF...

sometimes i drink half coke/half diet coke. i don't know, it makes me feel less guilty about drinking soda, which i hardly ever did til just a few months ago. so when they came out with coke's C2, i was curious. it still contains aspartame (which i try to avoid as much as possible) but it's still pretty tasty. way better than just diet coke. i should really just stop drinking soda all together. bad bad bad.

more house hunting today (for THREE hours with our agent). why is this so difficult? maybe cuz it's such a huge amount of money we're talking about. it's not like an expensive jacket you can return if you change your mind. *sigh*

am very very tired. may take a nap before doing laundry. i think i was a cat in a past life, cuz there's something very satisfying about taking naps. :)

:: joyCleeP 5:17 PM [+] ::
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there's something very liberating about cleaning. and i don't mean vacuuming the room and scrubbing the toilet. i'm talking cleaning out. throwing crap away. gathering old clothes/shoes/toys/jewelry to give to goodwill. getting rid of things you didn't even know you had. scary. it's hard to stop.

:: joyCleeP 11:48 AM [+] ::
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so now that i have 100mb of storage in my yahoo email, there's really no need for me to clean out my folders. but i was looking thru my "funnies" folder, and found this...

Note: This was not done on purpose (by the pet owner) and the cat is fine and back to normal.
"My sister-in law is from Oklahoma and has a slight accent. She has cats and when she lived in the south she would take them to the groomers and have what is called a Line Cut. To her a line cut is when all of the fur hanging down below the cat's tummy is taken off (because it gets matted or snarled). When she moved to Chicago with my brother, one of the cats fur got all tangled up during the move so she took it in for a line cut. She was quite surprised when she heard the price as it was twice as much as it was down south. She confirmed with the groomer that he understood what a line cut was and he said "yes, I know what a LION cut is." It seems her accent came out sounding like LION not LINE and this is how her cat was returned to her. (see PHOTOS) She cried for a week...but not as much as the cat. It was November in Chicago and the cat needed all the fur it had."
Gas in car to go to groomers $4.50
Cat car carrier $32.99
Grooming fee $80.00
Getting the look from one seriously pissed off cat Priceless!

:: joyCleeP 10:44 AM [+] ::
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