That Annoying Drunk Person

The title of my post cracks me up. It cracks me up because it was me on my birthday.....That annoying drunk person. I know, a lot of you are freaking out because I was not supposed to be drinking but I got it covered. I went back to the doctor for more testing last week and the cyst has shrunk...thank you to the medicine that kicked my ass. The doctor even gave me a thumbs up to drink a little on my birthday. Too bad I took that way farther than it needed to be taken. I drank WAY TOO FUCKIN MUCH!!! And I had not drank anything in so long it caught up to me way too quick.

My little sister came into town with her best friend Amanda and my best guy friends Keith and Carlos. My best friend Shannon drove down from SB to party too! Our night began at Brew Co where I was loving all the hot men and the fact that I could use my birthday as an opening line. They ate it up. I was getting free drinks left and right. See my before picture, one taken after we had just arrived at Brew Co...



I was already plastered from our company dinner to Benihanas earlier in the evening, where my boss kept buying more and more saki bombs for us. So you can imagine the state I was in by midnight. At midnight, we all decided to head over to the Irish pub in the area, Malarkys. That is where everything gets a little blurry.

At some point during the night after the bars closed, Keith and I got this genius idea to go swim in the ocean IN OUR CLOTHES. Please see the results below.........



What a great freaking birthday! There are more pictures coming from the big party, but my sister has yet to download them. Michelle-can you please get on that? Yeah, I am putting you on blast on the internet.

We're Going To Party Like Its My Birthday

Hi guys! No I haven't died, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I have been too busy for words. But that is ok because I will be back on Monday with tons of new pictures. Today is my birthday and there will be tons of birthday celebrating to be done!!! Miss you all and see you soon!

Would you like to go to dinner?

There is a new trend I am seeing in the California dating scene, and it is driving me crazy. Men no longer ask women on dates. I have now been single for six months, and have not been what anyone would call a wallflower. I go out a lot, have met plenty of interesting men and have definitely had some really great conversations. In these six months, only one guy has asked me out on a date, and it was to a bar to grab a drink. Why does this happen? Is there a reason? Men out there, throw out some advice. Cause it is bugging me to no end.

Fireworks and a Dodgers Game...does it get any better?

Shit. I got really behind on my blogging. Work has been a busy wreck this week. I always feel bad when I say that since there are lawyers like Jill who have to work 10 hours a day. I was so excited to blog about my fun weekend and it is almost the next weekend. Shit. Oh well. I won't keep you waiting any longer. Friday night I hung out with my crazy friend, Kevin. He might be one of the craziest, Vegas-bred person I know. See our only pic from the night below:



We have such a blast together. We were karaokeing in a bar that was not a karaoke bar. Yelling words to classic bar songs, we were THOSE people (the drunk people in bars singing loudly that everyone is annoyed by). It was pretty funny. And I was not even drunk. I still can't drink, due to my health issues. I drank two gigantic Shirley Temples. So good.

On Saturday, I headed to Thousand Steps beach in Laguna. It is one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. Very secluded and would be the perfect place for a couple to relax on a Saturday afternoon. I wish I was able to take pictures but I did not bring my camera. Sorry. Saturday night, I got to baby-sit my friend Torrey's baby Jack. I was a little nervous since the kid is only 9 months old. I was not sure if he was going to start crying uncontrollably and I would not be able to cheer him up. The experience ended up being the polar opposite. Jack was fascinated by me, partially because I am so crazy and kept singing funny songs to him. He is one of the best babies I have ever had the pleasure to baby-sit. He is one of the worst forms of birth control for people like me. You begin to think it would be nice to have one at one point since he is so easy. The problem is when yours is a little asshole. I would post pics of Jack but they are on my cell phone. If anyone knows how to get pics from my cell phone on this blog, please help.

On Sunday, I received a call from an ex from college asking if I wanted to attend the Dodger's game with a friend and him and his cousin. The man obviously knows the way to my heart....sports. Erin and I headed to LA to meet Matt at his house. The boys made us a great bar-b-que dinner, the second way to my heart. (I better begin watching out at this point in case ex is blindsiding me with the moves) We then headed to the game, which was amazing. Barry Bonds was playing and Greg Maddox was pitching-does it get any better? The Dodgers won in the 10th inning with a walk off home run. Erin and I decided to take off after the game so steer clear of any feelings that might be developing between me and the ex. And to top off my almost perfect weekend, on the way home, we got to see the Disneyland fireworks. I am completely OBSESSED with fireworks. I was driving ten miles per hour down the 5 freeway watching the fireworks, almost killing Erin and I in the process. Does a weekend get any better than that? Probably not....unless I got laid.

Hudson and Rocker Hubby Dunzo

I am so sad!! Kate Hudson has split from her rocker husband after almost six years of marriage. People reported it first. You can read the story HERE. I can't believe it. They seemed so happy together and unconsumed with the Hollywood drama. I guess looks do matter in the long run. It seems like everyone is getting divorced in Hollywood lately.

Setting Goals

So now that I have put a hault to all the heavy partying, I find myself bored a lot. Seriously. I sat at home, by myself, reading fashion magazines all night last night. Seven people called to go party. I did not even bother to answer because it is a pain to explain 1) that I am slowing down the partying and 2) that I can't drink. Everyone thinks I am pregnant if they don't know about the health problems. It has given me quite a great laugh.

I worked out for two hours last night out of boredom. I was so bored that I actually implemented a budget for my finances (argh) and made up a work out schedule. Then I just read and finished my current book: Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger. What a great book!! Besides the fact that it was about my indsutry-PR-the book kept my attention. I was hooked. She also wrote the Devil Wears Prada. Everyone Worth Knowing is about Bette, a young women working at a bank right out of college. She gets bored one day, quits and gets hired by her Uncle's old assistant in a New York City PR firm. The book's glamorous portrayal of PR is a little off but overall the book was great. She begins giving up her values and losing friends because of the job. Her personal life also begins to be on show for everyone. How far would you go for a job in the limelight?

I am currently looking for new hobbies. I bought yarn and am going to try to teach myself to knit. I love scarves and would love to be able to make them as long as I want in whatever colors I like. If you guys have any other great ideas, let me know.

Complete 360

Do you ever have those days were your alarm goes off, you open one eye, and just want to yell and scream at the first thing you see? I have those days every morning, but today was especially bad. I dragged my sick butt out of bed and forced myself to change and get ready for work. The medication is making me sicker than a dog. I can't keep food down and I have constant stomach aches. The good thing is everything changed when I came into the office. Odd, I know.

I walked in to a lovely email from one of our clients praising the work I have been doing for their company lately. This does not happen often, if not ever. Not that I am bad at what I do, it is just that clients do not seem to ever thank us for public relations. They seem to think they just got a huge byline or a nice company story on their own. Note to them-It was me! I was on cloud nine after reading the email. Actually, cloud ten. Then I checked my myspace page (I know, I know, but I am obsessed) and there was one of the nicest comments from my sister. It seriously put the biggest smile on my face. Then, to top off the cake-oh, cake-I received the following email from a close friend:

You are really suuuuuper and I love you. Seriously! I miss you and wish that we got to talk more. But you know how it goes. Always remember that I adore you and wish you the best things that life has to offer. Thanks for being you.

Could my day honestly get any better? I have the greatest people around me. And the funny thing is, I totally needed all those. My guardian angel was working wonders this morning.

Sexually Deprived

So I decided to do my grocery shopping on my lunch hour. I thought it would free up my night for more important things and allowed me to use my lunch hour for a good, solid reason. It was a normal grocery shopping trip, except for one small thing.

I bought condoms. Most of you are probably like what is the big deal, they're condoms? The question that comes to mind for myself is why the hell did I even buy condoms? I am not having any sex right now. Not like I don't want to have sex, it just isn't happening at the present moment, mostly due to health reasons (see blog from three days ago).

While driving home, I was trying to figure out why I made this random, spur of the moment condom purchase. Was I horny at the grocery store? Did I see a hot guy and think I might be using them on him? Was I hoping to get some in the near future? All this shit got me to thinking....Why the hell was I not having sex??!?!

I know I am still ever so slightly nursing the wretched breakup from Paul, but I still should not be holding back as much as I am. It really made me think for some reason. Due to my extreme partying and social life lately, I have had a lot of down time since the big sickness. It has given me a lot of time to figure out what I want in life. For the first time in a long time, I think I am ready to settle down. Maybe not for good because I am not into settling for a less than perfect guy, but at least meet a nice guy who treats me good to hang out with and spend quality time together. I am sick of the whole party scene, and downright sick of the nonexistent sex life.

I ask you this, when one makes this decision to try to settle down their life, what is the next step?

Fiesta in Santa Barbara

Due to the extreme stress and unrelaxing nature of not sleeping and waiting for test results telling you what the next few months of your life might consist of, I decided it would be a great idea to attend Fiesta in Santa Barbara with my coworker and her roommates. We decided to stay with my oldest friend, Shannon. We arrived late Friday night, after fighting extreme LA traffic at its finest. We went to Shannon's to change and headed out to the bars on State Street. State Street is the place to be in SB-and boy was it happening. There were police officers everywhere and people in SWAT uniforms trying to keep the crowd under control. The amount of people on the streets was unbelievable.

We headed to J.T. O'Malleys, a popular bar in the area. We ended up getting free shots from the bartender and enjoyed shaking our butts to the hip hop music on the dance floor. Me and Katie also put on our best Fiesta faces, after arriving long after everyone was already plastered.



We then headed to another bar where I met a cute boy X. We were engaged in a long conversation and he seemed to be a very nice, interesting person. We talked about Redding where he grew up, what he did for a living, and the plans he was making to move to SB. I gave him a nice kiss goodbye then headed home to rest. I got a phone call from X about half an hour later asking if I wanted to meet up. I kindly told him I was having a fun girls weekend with my friends but it was nice to meet him. After we hung up, I received a text message from X calling me a whore!!??! He actually had the balls to call me a whore for NOT going home to sleep with him. What a gem that guy turned out to be.

The highlight of the night was the hilarious sign I found on the door to the ladies rest room.

Now what kind of rule is that?

Saturday night we headed to a local bar-b-que after a long day of touring UCSB. What a beautiful school might I add!

We met Shannon's friends down at another local bar on State Street. For Fiesta, people sell eggs filled with confetti on the streets for $1. We ended up purchasing an abundance of eggs and everyone squashes them on each other's heads. There was confetti everywhere. Enjoy the fun fetti pics of us at Fiesta!!
I got egged from both sides....


Bean and I with way too much fetti...


Shannon, Me, Eliza and Rosie at the bar....


QOTD Rosie: "I am trying to avoid the fetti."

Blog Rant

So here it goes with laying it out on the table. I have been doing too much thinking lately. That thinking has slowly turned into insomnia. For the last week, I have not been able to sleep. It took me drinking a ton on Saturday night at Fiesta in Santa Barbara to be able to actually sleep more than five hours. I am not sure what has caused this alleged insomnia. It seems like it is only getting worse when I suspected it would get better.

I originally thought it was because of the health issues I was having. I did not have health insurance for a while when I moved out to California. My job uses individual insurance instead of a group plan and the individual company would not accept me because of a pre-existing condition. The pre-existing condition is bull, but whatever. Anyways, I finally got health insurance in June-thank god. I was starting to have some women health issues that I knew needed to get resolved. I went to the doctor and they ran tests on me for weeks....blood tests, ultrasound, scans, etc. They found a large cyst in my uterus. I anxiously awaited the additional results for 10 days. I was a wreck. That is where the insomnia began. I would lay in bed at night and try to think of how I would react to whatever the doctor has to say. It could be a number of things, cancer included. So I just hoped. And hoped.

I found the results out last week. I was incredibly overjoyed. It was not cancerous, but now we have to fight the stupid thing to get rid of it. It is causing many problems, stomach aches included. I start the medication today. The drinking stops while on the meds, maybe slowed for good. I need to start taking care of myself.

The problem with finding out or experiencing something as scary as that is it makes you think. You begin to think about your life. Which has caused a continued cause of insomnia. I lay in bed at night thinking about my life and if I am truly where I want to be. Am I doing what I want to be doing? Am I truly happy? Most of these answers become questionable. So that causes thinking about what I should do about it. Resulting in, you guessed it, more insomnia. It is a never ending cycle lately. I am starting to think I have anxiety. I get really anxious. Everyone kept telling me I had a reason to be anxious about my health. But the anxiousness sometimes happens at work, or when I am on deadline for something. I just feel stressed. I think I get it from my mom. She stresses over everything. So that is what has been going on lately. I thought the vacation to Santa Barbara would help, but there was not any real down time. We were so busy I honestly collapsed on the couch last night and could not move. Not exactly the relaxing vacation I was hoping for. I might take a vacation by myself to someplace new to experience and really enjoy the relaxing moments. I enjoy spending time with myself. I think I need more of that.

Anyone else ever have trouble with sleeping?

SB...Here we come!

Hey guys-Sorry I have not posted but a lot has happened this week. For one, I got my test results back and I don't have cancer. Yeah! Second, we are heading to Santa Barbara for Fiesta. There will be tons of pictures and even more posts. I am slowly changing many things in my life, and blogging more honestly is one of them. You should get excited *smiles*

Have a great, safe weekend. More updates soon!