Bengal, Schmengal…. February 29, 2008

I just ate at one of the many incredibly delicious restaurants within walking distance from my apartment- Aladdin (the Bengalese restaurant). I love this restaurant for its delicious tea, samosas and fried rice with tender chicken curry on top. It’s served on the bone, which I don’t really like, but this is OK because its so tender and delicious it just falls off the bone. Bone.

I went there for lunch today and the food was, as usual, delicious. But the service was like a room full of retards trying to figure out what to do with themselves. First, I order my food and the woman asks me if I want the tea now, or later when my food comes. I told her later. I go to sit down in the next room, and there are 2 TVs BLASTING on full volume some old black and white bengalese/Indian movie. The movie looked really cool, but with the volume so high you can’t hear it, and to the point that it might cause injury to your ear drums, it wasn’t too enjoyable. I turned down the TVs and sat back down. My food came, and I didn’t realize until 5 minutes later, ‘ Hey, where’s my tea?’ The woman there walked past my table and I asked her for the tea, and it was as if, she didn’t even realize she had forgotten it. Like, I was ordering it for the first time right there. No apology or concern. When the tea came I realized I actually wanted a glass of water as well. But, since I knew that asking for a cup would probably be too big of a task for her to handle, I let it go. I sit back, enjoy my food, and enjoy looking at the movie playing, even though I don’t understand it- it was visually indulging. Then I see the volume meter suddenly go down even further! What? I just moved it down to a comfortable volume, and now, someone is moving it down even further…? I know it shouldn’t matter; hearing a movie that you don’t understand the language, but I still like being able to hear it. Now, it’s at an uncomfortable volume. I decide, I’m full and want to take the rest home. I walk into the other room to ask for a box, but no one is in there. I yell, “Hello!” A man walked into the room and I asked him for a box. He stared at me, didn’t say anything and then walked away. HUm. Ok. Umm…… Then the woman came to help me, I asked her, and she gave me a box. I go to pay with my debit card and she says, ” You don’t have cash?” I said, “You don’t take debit?” She then takes debit and then swipes my card. Huh? What does it matter to you what form I pay in?

Anyway- I know I am just being a baby, and these things are not that bad that I should complain. But isn’t it just so much fun to do so? I didn’t go to work today because I was planning on picking up my Aunt Ginger and cousin Gem from the airport. Just as I was about to leave at 11:30, I get a call from them saying they are delayed in Chicago due to snow. So, now instead of arriving at 2, they will be here at 5:30. I probably could’ve gone into work today if I had known that. But I got other things done today: went to the DMV (for the last time) to officially change my address so I can finally have a California ID in my hands and not look like either a tourist or a minor with an illegal ID. Also, I got my car washed and vacuumed. It’s beautiful and smells delicious!

a bum February 29, 2008

As I was crossing the street just now, a bum pulled up next to me with his shopping cart. He asked me if I knew the story of Bonnie and Clyde, I just ignored him and looked straight ahead, and he says, “Well you look just like Bonnie!”

Isn’t she a blonde?

sweet jesus! February 28, 2008

I think I’ve got a good one!

You should really come. It’s a cozy, gather-round-your-living-room-and-drink-all-you-can-drink-for-$10 kinda place. They forgot to mention that on the flyer. Also they spelled my name wrong. Whoopsy Daisy!

Freedom From the Known. February 27, 2008

I’ve been reading this:

He says this isn’t a ‘philosophy on life’ book, but if it’s not that, I don’t know what else to call it. Life is a continual process of learning about the world and society and yourself and it’s interesting to read his thoughts on it; looking at it from outside yourself. He says that if you look at something that gives you pleasure in life, be it quesadillas, sex, a beautiful sunny day, etc, and be able to enjoy whatever that was for the moment, and not desire it to be repeated in the future, you essentially will be able to avoid pain, fear and sorrow. He mentions that when we try to acheive this enjoyable thing again and again, but fail or are denied it, we because anxious, envious and hateful. So, I guess he’s saying live for the moment and never have any expectations. I don’t know if I can do that. Humans enjoy planning for the future, and thrive off knowing something good is going to come; hopes and dreams.

One thing he talks about that I do think is true, is that our fundamental, lasting interest in life is us. It is. Even if we try to be altruistic, and genuinely wanting to help others without benefiting yourself, is impossible. For example, say you find a ring. And you want to help the person whom it belongs to, so you make a poster and post signs everywhere, “Lost ring,” because you have no interest in benefiting from this new found thing; selling it or keeping it. But even if you do find the owner and are pleased to know they have their rightful belongings and you are the savior, the one who seemed to be doing something good only to benefit others than yourself, you in some way, are still gratifying yourself. You’re satisfied in knowing you did a good deed.

So, the fundamental interest in life is yourself. Hands down.

What about mothers though. I havent read all the way through yet, so maybe he talks about that later…but I would think that once you become a mother, the fundamental interest in life is your child.

Ok, enough of that.

Klushes blushes! February 25, 2008

I need to stop thinking I can get away with doing stupid shit when I’m drunk. Mainly because, why would I want to get away with doing that? There was an incident this weekend that I’m really embarrassed about. I promise, cross my fingers, that will never happen again.

My Aunt Ginger and cousin Gem are coming into L.A. from Virginia to visit my dad. I’m going to pick them up at the airport Friday. That should be fun. Why is it that in times of trouble, people get religious and send you footprints cards?

Thursday, I’m meeting with the slideshow guy to go over slides and story ideas. I’m thinking, however, that there is no story. Just slides. So, maybe no show.

Just before typing this I was sitting in a very pink bathroom drinking a beer. Help.

Suuuuuuurrprise!!! February 22, 2008

Its midnight and I just finished my taxes! And I’m having a celebratory beer.

kim and kim everybody! February 18, 2008

I had the chorus of this song stuck in my head so I checked out the video. I don’t like or get the video, but I love this song. I love Sonic Youth. A lot.

Dad. February 17, 2008

I visited my dad Saturday. His attitude was better than when he was at home. Being at the hospital makes those everyday little tasks easier to get done. I brought in some slides to show him, and that seemed to cheer him up. His hemoglobin was at “8″ (not sure what that means) but he needed two units of blood infused into his stream.

thank you kind person out there somewhere who donated your blood. It’s being used, and helping! Having someone elses blood in you is weird to me.

Don’t worry, he has “No Pain.”

Laundered Jewels February 17, 2008

Honestly now, what would you do?

I did laundry pretty late this Sunday. I was putting my clothes in the dryer when I noticed there was a sign that read: “No Sirve.” So, I go to take everything out, and I notice laying there on the bottom of the machine is a giagantic diamond ring. I grabbed it and put it into my pocket and contemplated what I should do. Make a flyer, “Lost wedding ring?” Keep it until I see a flyer? Possibly with a reward?! Or take it to the pawn shop down the street. I think I’m going with the latter. Jim says its not real and it’s probably worth only a $100. I don’t know for sure if it is, but I’ve been failing at trying to scratch it. It’s a pretty big diamond if it’s real…Anyone know anything about jewelry? I’ve lost my faith in Karma these days, seeing that only bad things happen to good people. So, lets contribute to that.

Pay day! I’m rich again. February 15, 2008

On Wednesday, I went to couple places in Echo Park and met up with an ex ex ex boyfriend there, Brian. He moved back here from his 5 month or so adventure in NY. It was good to see him and reminisce and hopefully we can start hanging out again. Barragans in Echo Park on Wednesdays has $2 margaritas and there’s good cheap food there too. I think thats probably where I’ll be Wednesday nights. The Gold Room is also cool, but there is no pool table there. There was a DJ there and he played The Smiths song, “Unhappy Birthday” which was good. I kinda liked this place better, just because it was smaller and less people. Oh! And $5 Beer plus shots. Both places are only a couple miles away too!Riding my scooter around L.A. is fun.My apartment is coming together, and soon I’ll paint it.My dad is back in the hospital. For 3 weeks. His muscles are all atrophied so, he’ll be seeing a physical therapist there regularly. My mom had hired a care taker to come to the house and get him out of bed and give him his pills, brush his teeth, get dressed, etc. But I guess things were getting a little worse. So, I’ll be over there at Los Robles all weekend to see him.