ostentatious wrist

i don't know what it is, but recently, I've been bitten by the fashionable watch bug (if such a thing exists). I think my fetish began when I bought my Paul Frank calculator watch. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it online. I had to have it. And now I do. Wearing it to work, I got so many compliments on it. Too bad the site doesn't carry them anymore. Then, I was cleaning my room and found an old school vintage Walt Disney watch that belonged to my aunt back in the 70's. I tried it on and it fit perfectly on my wrist. It was like it was made for me. Mickey Mouse's hands are the hands of the clock and he just smiles at me and tells me the time. Now recently, I bought another watch. -__- It's pretty tight though, and cheap. It's a Cheapo watch. In hot pink. AYEEE. I can't wait to get it in the mail. AND THEN! I was reminiscing about the old days in elementary school when my best friend came back from vacation with a brand spankin' new Baby-G watch. And wow, did I fall in love with it. I think about all the girls in my 6th grade class had to have one. I bought a lavender one (which was soooo sick) and during debut practice, I let someone wear it, but I forget who. -__- So now I'm on the lookout for another Baby-G watch. Just wait til I get my paycheck...because this girl is motha effin' buh-roke, no joke.

sometimes

relationships have their ups and downs. This conversation is an up:

k: i want to grab you and squeeze you tight
m: =( that's exactly what i want right now
m: i was thinking about that today
k: me too
k: why do you read people's blogs?
m: because they're interesting! lol
m: and i like pictures
k: i really don't understand them
k: how are they interesting
k: reading about someone else lol
k: maybe even someone you don't know
m: well it actually is better when you don't really know the person that well, because when you read the blog, then you find out more about them lol
k: b`gtvyhbnj gtbfv
k: you know what that was? ^^^
m: you smashing your head against the keyboard in frustration
k: ZOMG
k: how did you know????
k: LMAO
m: because i know my boo =)
k: hahahaha
k: that's awesome
k: that made me smile
m: good
k: you could have said hands, feet, ballz, but no
k: my head haha
m: =)
m: AND because i'd probably do the same thing if you said something weird to me lol
k: haha

I told ya, it's the little things that count. =)

hit on me

oh, the tales I could tell about my experiences being hit on. The many times at the smoothie store and some at the clothing store I got hired at about 2 months ago. I think the most memorable person would have to be Chalb (names have be changed to protect privacy. Actually not really, it's pretty easy to figure out his name). The first time we met, he came in with his baggy black jeans and his over-sized white polo. He worked at the Quizno's next door. I always wondered why my female co-workers magically disappeared from the front of the store when he came around. He seemed pretty nice so I slapped on that Robeks smile and welcomed him into the smoothie world of Nutville. Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have done it. -_- I think I came off a little too nice. When his smoothie was expedited and he left, my co-workers mysteriously showed up on the floor. Apparently, the kid had a knack for hitting on the girls at Robeks. Okay, not hit on them, but be overly enthused. I didn't think it was such a big deal. After all, I was a taken woman. But then, I made my second mistake: I walked into Quizno's during my break and bought my craved longing that day--broccoli and cheese soup. Slurp, slurp. He was working (just my luck) and he was super excited I had showed up. He was trying to talk to me and what not, asking me questions about my life. Then, when it was time to pay (I had already busted out my cash), he said "Oh, it's on me." Okay, honestly, it's cool when guys have the decency to pay for you, but firstly, we weren't on a date, and secondly, eew. I told him that I really had to pay because it wasn't right, and he'd shove the money right back at me. (What a gentleman.) So, a little flustered, I said "alright," dropped the cash in the tip jar, and sped to the door. Now, this fool. ::rolls my eyes:: I had made my third mistake unintentionally, if that makes any sense. Another day, I was sweeping the front of the store--yes, sweeping--when he walks by. I swear, this guy gets turned on by anything. He stops walking, making his friends to stop walking too, and is all "Hey, do you need any help sweeping or anything?" I look up and kind of do that whole "uhhhh, are you serious?" face. "Uh, no thanks." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Oh, alright, just let me know." WTF. To add to this hilarious tale of a hit-on, I found out he went to my church. I saw him during mass one time, and boy, was that awkward. The holidays soon came around, and Robeks puts up little stockings with each employee's name around the store. My manager, being the silly bean she is, tells me to look in my stocking for a surprise. I figured it was candy or a Christmas bonus would be swell too. But no. I found a folded-up paper with a note written inside. I won't go into details but it said something about how he gave the money in the tip jar as an offering at mass and how he'd like to get to know me better. It was super creepy. I showed my boyfriend this note and he came up with a rebuttal for it to put in the stocking. But the guy never came around to check my stocking again. Hah. I also got hit on by the employees at the Verizon store a few doors down from Robeks. That was pretty weird. Then there were those times at Urban Outfitters when I had greeted someone who took it as an overly-friendly gesture and started to talk to me. All I really wanted to do was welcome them and do my job so I could get paid. Haha. I find it interesting that when I worked at Robeks, guys called me cute or hot. But at UO, I get "You're beautiful." It's pretty nice knowing that I've reached a classier state of beauty; it's flattering. But sometimes, all you need are those words being said from the guy that means the most to you. =)

the sidekick stories 07

from the eyes of my sidekick...I haven't captured some shots in a while. I'm trying to make up for lost times.

Welcome to UCI basketball.
Finding seats and keeping them was...kind of... a bitch.
Sponsored by Chipotle! And everyone knows how I love my Chipotle.
A bit tipsy after the game, are we? This is Frances showing off her little bucket of lollipops.
Cute UO outfit.
This is my Mama playing DDR.
This is Silly Cynthia and her heart-shaped sunglasses.
What a cutie.
The magnificent carousel right outside work.
Meet my 1 year old godson, Gabriel Matthew (aka Gabe)!
He would rather play with cardboard than a new colorful toy.
My soon-to-be new read.
One of the many pairs of sunglasses I possess.
At the park with my family.
My dad's Christmas present to my mom.
A climatic part of my day: reaching 166,000 miles.
Sephora's Orgasm Collection.
Karl's cute wrapping; he wrapped it himself. =)
Cute new sandal alert at UO!
What has the world come to?!
Hannah Montana cereal?!
HSM cereal?!
I'm trying to find a cute design for my bridesmaid dress for my cousin's wedding.
I think I'm going to go for the chic and slim look.

I'm sorry my life hasn't been extremely up to par lately. I just hope these will suffice. I'm just waiting for my Sidekick to mysteriously break within the upcoming weeks so I get a new phone. Oh, wait. My contract is expiring anyways. So either way, Blackberry Curve, here I come!

office space

oooh, ouch. I haven't done one of these in a while. My sincerest apologies. It's just that I've been trying to assimilate myself into the new quarter along with work and just life in general. But! Look no further! An update on the tales from a trivial twenty-something is at hand!

Have you ever had those moments in traffic where things don't just go your way? The only time I can work during the week is from 5 or 6 until close. So you could imagine the traffic I get into when I actually enter the freeway. I'm actually glad that I don't have to be on it for such a long period of time, but even for those first everlasting minutes, I want to blow my brains out. Not only due to the fact that the cars are going negative miles per hour at a time, but because my iTunes consists of new Britney Spears songs and singing along to them may scare the drivers alongside me. It's like that scene from Office Space, where Peter is in traffic at the very beginning of the movie. He's in a lane where the cars are completely stopped and the lane next to him is speeding past. So, what do you do? You switch to the other lane, of course! But once you get in that lane, it stops. And you turn to look at your previous lane, and there it is, zooming past you. You just want to slam your head against the steering wheel and hope there better be some good shopping material you can work with when you get to your job. (Well, in my case, at least.)

As for my bank account, remember how I told myself (and kept reminding myself) to save the money that I had made? Well...that didn't work out so well. I have an amazing wardrobe to choose from...but my bank account has severely suffered the consequences.

I have been addicted to Passion Fruit Green Tea at Cha. The first time I bought a green tea there, it tasted somewhat of roses. There was this pungent odor to it, which was delightful, but not entirely to the sense of taste. It was like a liquefied version of a flower. But either my senses have been less acute lately, or I'm just craving things that were less desirable in the past. I'll go get some today before work. =)

Work. Work has been amazingly slow and it's actually pretty great to have somewhat of a break every now and then. People are less motivated to go shopping because there isn't anyone else to shop for but themselves. We are completely out of gift cards from the holiday season and I feel pretty bummed out when people do come in with the sole purpose to purchase one. I always have to break the news. There was, however, one day, yes one day...where I was stuck with dealing with two, yes two, wardrobe stylists. I was fortunate enough to not deal with one stylist the previous night, but she came back again the next day...boy, that was some intense stuff. But let me introduce the scene to you. So no one is in line; it was a slow day. I was tagging some go-backs when a slicked out Japanese dude with a nice black jacket and a cute UO-ed white girl came up to me and said, "Hi...we have to make some returns." Returns are always fun (NOT!) but they're manageable. I give them one of my charming smiles and ask them what they're returning. They reach down and pull up four, FOUR!, huge UO bags of clothes and shoes. I was flabbergasted. Upon noticing my reaction, the guy said, "I know. This is probably going to be THE longest receipt you have ever seen." So the guy busts out the receipt and sure enough, it was a colossal thing my eyes have ever withheld. So here I am, checking to see if everything was in order, and I look down to realize they're entire purchase was around $2,000. TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS. So as I'm doing this, I eavesdrop a little (I know, but hey, I'm a girl) and find out that they'll be doing a Jack's Mannequin fitting within the coming days. I thought that was pretty cool. I wondered who the clothes they were returning were for, or what celebrity had worn them or tried them on, but I figured they had to sign some confidentiality form. But hey, it's a cool thought. Among the things returned, there were some suspenders that I had wanted to buy earlier but had decided against it. But upon looking at them again, I realized I had to have it; not only because they were cute, but now these suspenders had been worn by some celebrity. I don't know who, but someone. =) I bought them once my shift ended. But anyways, back to the story. With my awesome luck, a line started to form in front of the register. Because of slow-paced days, they only put one person on registers and that lucky person just had to be me. I called in some back-up and one of my managers came to the rescue...in a few lengthy minutes. A lady in line was getting antsy (I don't like those kinds of customers) and she just HAD to speak her mind: "Why is there only one person ringing people up? Are any of you guys even open? I just want to know what's going on!" Thank the Lord that my manager stepped in just in time to hear that and thank Him again that she's somewhat of a bitch when she has to be; she calmly (not really, LOL) yelled out to the person: "She is handling a really large return!" And to sum everything up, after that HUGE return, I got to have my break and trust me, I savored each nanosecond I was free.

Okay, so you'd think that would be the end of a laborous day. No, it wasn't. Once I got back from my break, I thought everything would return back to normal. And don't get me wrong, it did...for a while. My manager comes up to me and said, "You will never guess who just came in right now." Curses, it was them again, wasn't it? What the hell. "The girl from yesterday." Alright, so I remembered her face, I just didn't really know what was really wrong with her until my manager told me that she was a wardrobe stylist for some indie film who had just exchanged a buttload of clothes/shoes/accessories the night before. It's as if these types of people time it perfectly, just right, so that they'd do all of THIS right before closing. Not to mention...her receipt?! Grand total of approximately $4,000. Life is good. (-___-)

I think that basically sums up my life for a while. Roommates have been great. Mama Chu is wonderful because she cooks pasta and other things for us. Planning out next year's apartment/roomie situation. Having a few shots with a few great friends. Going on cinematic adventures (Twilight! Oh yeah, I'm addicted to that now. Sigh. Why does Rob Pattinson as Edward Cullen have to be so gosh darn sexy? I predict this is going to be another "Freddie Prinze Jr. as Zack Siler from She's All That" obsession for me.). I've been taking pictures with my three awesome cameras. And my unknown celebrity suspenders were put to good use as a part of my nerd costume for Daniel's 20th birthday party. (The theme was plaid/flannel, but I did somewhat of a theme-within-the-theme sort of deal. Whatever, Frances did the same thing except she was an Indian.)

the alcocer anecdotes 10

decisions, decisions, decisions.

Episode 10: Japan vs. Europe

m: peekaboo
d: hello
d: whenever you IM me, I get a mental smile
m: how does that feel, a mental smile
d: it feels like a regular smile
d: but i don't smile O:

~*~

d: happy new year
m: right back at'cha
d: 0:-)
m: did you do anything mind-boggling
d: drink!
m: splendid!
d: it did "boggle" my mind
d: technically
d: wah aboot u?
m: eh, snuggled in a blanket and watched phantom of the opera.
d: X:
d: and how was PotO?
m: wonderful as ever
m: I really wanna see it at pantages
m: but I wanted to see it in vegas
d: that sounds like fun @_@
d: soon u will be of vegas age
d: O:
m: I know, I'm planning on saving up for a trip to europe or japan for my 21st bday
m: I wanna drink with the irish men kekeke
d: if u ever went to japan b4 i did i would kill myself
m: hah I really wanna go
d: f u!! go to europe instead imo
d: =/
m: why
d: so i can go to japan first =p
m: nope!
d: =[