Tuesday, November 25, 2008

thank the academy

well, not really, but Thanksgiving is approaching. And for this momentous occasion, I would like to acknowledge those who have impacted my life, whether they may be for colossal deeds or perfectly minuscule nonsense pish posh. To tell you the truth, this is going to sound like a speech said at an award ceremony. So bare with me...

Thank you to my parents, who were perfectly and incandescently in love with each other to make me. Thanks for the continuous amount of money you guys keep spending on my education because I know you have faith in me. It's actually pretty wonderful knowing that you will always be there for me, no matter what the cause. Thank you for believing in me when not many people would. I'm going to say it now, I'm not the most perfect person in the world, but with your guidance and love, I'm pretty sure I can be up there, somewhere. Your corny jokes or your love-filled hugs will keep me strong and sane.Thank you to my friends. There are so many to name, I can't even begin to explain how much you guys have put a new perspective on life. Every moment spent with each of you are unique and perfect in their own special way. I learn something new every time I hang out with one of you. Just recently, someone opened my eyes and told me never to be afraid, to stop searching for approval. He's right. I shouldn't be afraid. I shouldn't fear something I believe so much in. To the friends I haven't truly met or have gotten to know as long as I wanted, I think you guys are probably even closer to me than some of my other friends. You have taught me to think outside of the box and put my brain to good use. I cherish you no less. I don't really care if you're one of my best friends or if we've drifted apart in some way, just know that I still remember. I remember all the things you do for me, paquito or grande. I have the pictures to prove how much you guys have made me one of the happiest girls around. So thank you. To the gazillionth power.

Bowie, you deserve your own special shout-out because not only have you been there through my incessant annoyance of a social life, but I know I can count on you to bring a smile and laughter to each day I breathe. I exist because of you, as mind-boggling as that is to comprehend. I love the comments you make about the most random of things and how you're always willing to quench my thirst every Tuesday morning. I don't care if I have to paint your nails (or even your toenails) every day; any time spent with you brings a beam of light to my heart. Know that. =)

To that special boy in my life, I probably have laid out how much I love you so many times. But I honestly DGAF. Now you, my friend, have taught me more than I could possibly imagine about life, about me even. You've taught me so many things, but above all: to live and love. My life wasn't as great before I met you, but now that I have, it's an amazing feeling. You held my hand during the most difficult of times and exposed me to new experiences by taking me places I've never been before. You showed me how to love, which is something that not many people in the world get to experience for themselves. I can't imagine what I would do without you. I'd probably be sleeping all day with all that free time. But you always seem to keep me up by allowing me to think about stuff, as weird as that sounds. Let's just say you broaden my mind. I thank you for all of that and much more.
Thank you to my little brother, I know I haven't really said this enough, but I love you. It's weird, now that I think about it. In the beginning, I seriously would give you a hard time because, I'm just going to put it out there, you were the youngest. You got to be spoiled with gifts and you received most of the attention. But now, older and wiser (I hope), I don't really care about that stuff. I wished for a little sibling and I got one. And now he's some kind of super stud who towers over me with his obnoxious height and deep voice. It's amazing how far you've come in life. So thanks for the laughter you've brought to my life because sometimes I admire your mind. You come up with the craziest, yet completely understandable, ideas in the world. I love your sense of humor. It keeps me alive...even if you are still a dweeb in my book.

Monday, November 24, 2008

password mania

okay, so I just listed out usernames and passwords that I use on a daily basis. I don't know how it came to this or what the hell I was thinking, but from what I've written down, I have at least 14 different passwords, none alike. There could be more that I'm forgetting, who knows. I really don't comprehend how I could have remembered every single one of these (actually, at times, I have and had to reset them).

ZOMG.

I just scanned through one of my three email accounts and found a whole mess more. That's a grand total of 19 so far. Curse me and my many password retrievals. I get that I don't want anyone to hack into my accounts, but MAN OH MAN. Seriously, Marissa?

Alright, so I tallied up all of my "known" passwords and it came out to a shocking 24. How do I have the capacity to memorize all these? Oh right, I don't. That's why I have to keep retrieving all of my forgotten usernames or passwords and have them be emailed to me just so I could forget them again.

I'm sorry, but I just had to express how amazing it is that I have such a large number of passwords. There are probably some I'm forgetting still.

BUT TWENTY FOUR?!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

the alcocer anecdotes 08

i crave the mind that sprouts out cleverness and witt. Or maybe just Alcocer's would do...I suppose.

Episode 8: Fruit Basket

d: rawr
m: i say that
m: what's up dawg
d: no i say that
d: u stole it from me
m: LIES
d: =/
d: the truth is
d: i missed talking to u
m: hah this is true on my part as well
d: yay aww :)
d: u have touched my heart
d: in ways, no other women could
d: and for that, i am in your debt
m: SCORE
m: what are my options
d: wat u mean options
d: u have no options
m: whaaa
d: u should just be happy!
m: you said you are in my debt
d: oh
d: that part
d: yeah wat do you want @_@;
m: can I have a disneyland annual pass
d: how dare u take my love and turn it into money!!!!
m: LOL
d: i was thinking more along the lines of me just thinking good thoughts for u
d: or...a fruit basket
d: @_@;
m: mm i like fruits
d: exactly
m: will you hand pick them
d: can i hand pick them from farmer's market?
m: mmm
m: from ur garden
d: i don't have a garden unfortunately
d: :(
m: you have a secret garden
m: in your head
d: i do!??!
d: o
m: from which you give me wisdom
d: u want me to pick u metaphorical fruit?
m: precisely.
d: ingenious.
m: i know, right

Monday, November 17, 2008

grinds my gears

i don't really understand why people on the bus ask someone if anyone is sitting in a free spot next to them. I mean, do you see anyone there? No.

boy: Is anyone sitting here?
me: Yeah, my imaginary friend Takanchi. I'm sorry, he's very unsociable. Oh my gosh, watch out, you just stepped on his suitcase. Thanks a lot. Oh, now he's getting irritated. If you don't mind, could you please step aside, he's getting very uncomfortable with your presence. Yeah, just right there. Over there. No, further. A little bit more. In fact, just go to the back of the bus, that'd be great. Yeah, thanks.

melt-worthy/cheesy relationship via text message
me: =) you make me smile.
him: you do too. i wish you were here. =)
me: me too =) I feel incomplete when I'm not with you.
him: because...we complete each other. =)
-note the bountiful amount smiley faces

By the way, did anyone catch the end of this week's episode of The Hills? Justin, well done. That's how all boys should be. Paquito surprises and gifts.

ZOMG. I just thought of the coolest and cutest Christmas presents to give to everyone. It's going to be a hefty amount of money, but with my new job, hopefully it'll go through. Pfft, I'm only going to spend this kind of moolah on the ones closest to me. EEP! Ya'll should be thoroughly excited!

BTW, the countdown begins...
TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS until my 20th birthday...
The last days of Tales from a Trivial Teenager...
And the start of Tales from a Trivial Twenty-Something...

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

artsy fartsy

during the interview, I thought I'd be more nervous. But it was actually pretty awesome. I look back on that interview and think to myself, I've actually changed in the past years. I've become more confident about myself, more determined. It's a great a feeling. I could skip in the meadows for days. My smiles were endless today. Although the first few hours, no, the minutes right before the actual thing were a bit nerve-wrecking due to a certain someone. -_- Let's just say it takes around 15 minutes to get to the store, and my friend drove 85-90 mph on the freeway, and we made it in 9 minutes. Not only that, We left at 1050am for an 1100am interview. Yeah, that's right. I walked right into the store at 1100 sharp. You could imagine my heart rate.

The store was prepping for the holidays; it all felt so cozy; I felt so at home. Thomas interviewed me on a green couch by the fitting rooms. I don't think I've talked so much in an interview before. But then again, I've only had about 2 of them before this one. We talked about plastic surgery, Albert Hammond, Jr., school, housewares, Robeks, and art in general. Why this store, he asked. I believe that I relate to the vibe of the company's culture and I get where you guys are coming from, expressing individuality and art. I don't just come for the clothes, I come for the overall experience walking through the doors, it's very eclectic. Yii. It was overall a great interview. He asked what department I saw myself working in: women's clothing, women's accessories, men's clothing & accessories, or housewares. He went over the logistics of it all, and I decided I'd fit in with making that one-on-one relationship with the customers by being on the register and taking care of the women's accessories. He went over my availability and said, "here is me making you an offer." And that was it, I nodded at my pay rate, and we shook hands. I finally have a job.

Orientation is next week...MEANING...I get to bring my car. Praise the Lord. Thank you God for employment and paychecks. And not to mention, one of the coolest jobs a girl like me could have. You rule.

I told you I'd be seeing you soon, 40% discounts. Come here, come to momma.

In other news, I think it best to start off a new occupation with an eyebrow wax. Jeez, the brows have not been forgiving. This weekend. Mos def. And maybe a haircut. Don't worry, it won't be extreme (ahem*Brandon*ahem).

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

the alcocer anecdotes 07

to tell you the truth, I've only met this guy once, and yet it feels like I've known him for ages.

Episode 7: Hands, Him, BS Olympics, & Dedication

d: say something cool
d: bust a rhyme
m: UM
m: BUM
d: about your hand
m: oh hahaha
m: the delicate, sweet mocha tone of my fingers illuminates the gold glow of my nails that linger
d: that was beautiful =)
m: thank you, it was either that of "hands" and "pants"
d: my hands are in my pants
d: easy
d: just like ur mom
d: ziiiiiing
d: what up

-~-

m: eh, i'll just write my intro tomorrow
d: ur so bad
d: u remind me of a current me

-~-

d: how went ur glorious essay
m: oh.
m: well I wrote three pages...decided to take a 15 min nap at 4am, which turned into a 4 hour nap, woke up at 830 and finished a page an hour til 1130
d: :|
d: i'm so proud of u :(
d: it makes me cry :'(
m: well, its contents don't exactly win me the gold medal in the BS olympics
d: you will always be a winner in my eyes :)
m: sigh, that was tough.

-~-

m: you should watch dedication
m: it's a cute movie
d: cute
m: go watch it
m: NOW
d: oh i can't
m: why not
d: i'm talking to u
d: far more interesting
m: well go watch it, ok? ok.
d: nay
m: yay
d: nay
m: YAY
d: DAMNIT WOMAN I SAY NAY!
m: YAY
d: ouch :(
m: yiii, i capitalized AND 36-font that shit
d: -_-
d: u think ur so cool
m: am i not
d: well news flash
d: u sux
m: that's grammatically incorrect
d: damn ur good conversation dragging me away from my homework :(
m: i'm not stopping you
m: BUT you should consider watching dedication
d: go away
d: :|
m: GASP
m: FINE.
d: no don't
d: :(
d: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Auto Response from m: This is me going away, Alcocer.
d: :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(:'( :'( :'(:'( :'( :'( :'( :'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(:'(
d: no no no no no no no no

Monday, November 10, 2008

mop my heart

he sweeps me off my feet.

k: Sweetie.
m: You never call me sweetie. I like that.
k: Well...
m: I want you to call me that more often.
k: Well, I don't want to be one of those guys that calls their girlfriend names like "sweetie" and "honey" and "hun" all the time...
m: ...
k: Whenever I say it, it only comes once in a while. That way, it means something, something more.
m: ...
k: Hah, I just totally blew your mind!
m: This is true.

=)

I'm a girl. Sometimes I'm catty, emotional, sassy, sophisticated, cute and sometimes too smart for my own good. I would enjoy classy things like diamond encrusted Tiffany's necklaces and fancy, romantic dates at dim lit restaurants.

BUT.

The most cherished moments I enjoy having are the moments I spend loving and laughing with him. I love the nights consisting of waiting for the pizza delivery boy to show up with our dinner; when we're just lying down on my bed, on our bellies, right next to each other; when he turns to hug me and look deep in my eyes while we're watching a war movie; when he puts me in wrestling moves that I can't get out of; when I giggle because he digs his fingers in my ticklish spots; when we argue about trivial subjects such as whether or not my car is 4-cylinder or 6; and when pecks on the cheeks are so jam-packed with love, it's heart-melting.

I live for these moments.

"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the-the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is-is-is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, 'cause I've never felt this way before, and I-I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you just - you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of. "

PS. I'm up for a second interview at a potential job this week; a potential job that excites me so much, I can't wait to start. Truly. 40% discount, you're MINE.