Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Motivation Met(d)al Please

So I have so much to do...but instead I am laying in bed writing this blog. God I'm so productive. If there was a medal for most productive citizen- I'd get it. And I would wear it everyday and it wouldn't be ironic or anything, it would probably help motivate me to be actually productive. It would be like giving President Obama the nobel peace prize. I think someone should give me this medal, stat.
Things I need to do:
Finally cancel our old internet
Read like 10 books for a paper on a really obscure theologian
Do some bullshit one page write ups
paint my nails
make tea
work out (hahaha)
go to the doctor
pay some bills
watch open mic night at the HopVine
watch more of the final season of the L word
watch myself only do the fun things on the list and neglect all the real things

Damn it. Okay I'm going to try today. I swear.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Night Hawk & Jelly Cats

So- New Blog Same Antics. Last time I was writing a blog was when I was in Belize City and had really life changing profound things to say. Now I think it is just an other activity, among my list of many, to do when I should be doing something else.
This Blog will be dedicated to living in the IHOPP-International House of Pretty People
Working for SU Public Safety- where I am an All Star and Night Hawk Driver
Times of Cross Fading
Religious Inquires
My holy Experiences with various Asian Cuisines
and other ridiculous tidbits about things I enjoy.
First Item on the list is Jelly Cats:
In the beginning, I was confused. Or shall I say, somewhat scared. My roommate Vera, told me she was starting a stuffed animal collection, and my face= WTF?
She even posted a Craig's list add saying she was a young stuffed animal collector looking for a jump start. She got a response from someone saying they had a money turtle, a stuffed animal turtle with a money sign on its back, and they were willing to give up.
Things got weirder when we went to ikea, and Vera bought two of the same exact stuffed animal cats (pictured on the right). I didn't get it. Why? And why two?
Then I started to understand, it was the ridiculousness of them, the fact that they are ugly and cheap and everything she loves about modern American products made for mass consumption. But also Jakob, my Swedish roommate, and Vera cuddle them like babies and kind of slightly worship them in a weird way. So I think it is about the kitsch-ness, but also it is about some childhood issues they both share. Oh and they are named the Jelly Cats because Jakob has a Swedish cat stuffed animal upstairs, named Jellly Cat. Also they sell jelly at ikea and they are from ikea. And it is just funny. Say it. Jelly Cat. It's probably one of the weirdest combination of two words.
On to the Night Hawk:
So I drive a shuttle/taxi service for my university. The name of the service, the Night Hawk. Sounds more menacing than safe. The beautiful image above is the Night Hawk Logo. This job allows me for either 6 hour or 8 hour shifts drive the incredibly engaging students of SU to various beer pong and vodka chugging events. The occasional trip to Blockbuster for a Rom-Com is also included. Honestly though, it has given me the chance to make some amazing mix CDs - and learn about some great new music from Seattle's KEXP. It is basically 6 hours dedicated to me listening to music, speaking in code on a walkie talkie, and taking lots of cigarette breaks. All in all not a bad job. Just again, completely ridiculous.
Lastly-Jade Garden and Purple Dot Cafe
These two little treasures are amazing Chinese Dim Sum restaurants in the International District. I want to go to there all day, every day. Such good food, always hot and flavorful and Asian. The ID is my new favorite place to be. We went to karaoke at Bush Gardens followed by amazing chinese at Jade Garden this past Friday night. This was then followed by a friend Sean, stealing a live crab from the restaurant and taking it into the cab with us. So, great Friday night. Oh yeah, then I woke up in the morning with Chinese left overs in the fridge and a dead crab in the freezer. Perfection.