Sunday, April 4, 2010

Ovulation

In backward chronological order:

Earthquake. No, earthshift. No, earthnausea. I just felt my third earthquake....totally weird, really slow, amost circular, felt dizzy the whole time. It lasted probably just under a minute? Did anyone see 2012? You should see what they did to Santa Monica in that movie. Yikes. From what I can tell in my brief online search, perhaps we felt the effects of a 6.9 in Baja CA? Dunno. Seems there are a few going on down that way according to the USGS.
Favorite almost quote from a cheesy movie of the day: "I told you honey, we should move back to Wisconsin!" (said by a Manhattan Beach woman to her husband after feeling an earthquake in 2012) I can't help but watch a cheesy disaster movie if it has John Cusack to boot.

Moving. Love that my friends Beth and CC found a lovely apartment in which to live. It was fun to have a moving day! They moved from teeny to something with space, which is always nice. Also had my first Shave Ice with them and other friends. Yes, that's the name of a restaurant/food. Well, that's the name of the RV turned restaurant and I wouldn't call it food. When it was first suggested, I thought they were saying Che Veiss, thinking a French restaurant specializing in German beer. In reality, it is a snow cone extraordinaire. The smallest possible shave on ice you can get without it being water. Smooth. Pretty impressive. Good for an after-treat on an active hot day.

Filming. They were shooting an episode of Entourage across the street the other day (the old Grammy building). I call Entourage penis programming, so haven't watched it. I thought I might see something, but all I saw were big trucks, security, and people driving in and out. I spotted someone that looked like Andy Garcia, but seems unlikely. Would have liked to see Jeremy Piven. Well, really would have liked him to throw a dry, sarcastic remark my way, but that seems like a lot to ask.

Whataday. Last week, I overslept by two hours. That's right. Woke up at 9 a.m. on a work day (usually get in around 8). My alarm was set. No am/pm issues. Just slept on through. Was up late for class the night before, but managed to get in to work previous weeks with no drama. Hm! Did I mention I had a performance appraisal scheduled for 10? Thought I would at least make that appointment with no problem since it takes me about 30 min. to get in by bike. Hop my bike, get about 1/3 there, and I hear something like pssssssssssssssss. Bike tire flat, ran over a furniture nail or something. I say aloud, "are you kidding me?" Assess the situation. Can I lock up my bike and catch a bus? Nope, no money (unless you count the six or seven pennies I had), and don't know the bus routes where I am anyhow. So, called in to work and told them what happened, and walked home. There happens to be a bike shop close to where I live, so I stopped in to drop off my bike. They said they could change it in a couple minutes, so I waited and off I went again! (biking and driving take about the same time, by the way, which is why I didn't hop in my car). So, no serious instances on my second attempt, and I even made it through the light at Veteran and Wilshire! This happens about 5% of the time, so I thought things were looking up. Then I got to work and found out the burrito I ordered for breakfast ended up being incorrect (celebrating someone's birthday with breakfast - missed that, too), so I just sat down and stared into space. You never quite recover after a start to the day like that. I felt bizzaro all day. My performance appraisal with the nicest evil boss ever went reasonably well, by the way. I told her I hoped she found it cute that I would pick that day to have a really bad morning, she seemed understanding.

Ovulation. Sometimes women do that. Thought it would be weird as a title.

Employment. Will I have a job in three weeks? I don't know. Please pray, meditate, vibe, refer, impart wisdom, throw ideas, or whatever it is you feel comfy with. Thanks!

How do you find yourself? How are you?

Make it happen.

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