i just spent yesterday at Dell's house for a CD burning party. Oh, it was fun and all, but seeing what OJ and OJ (Sobrang nakakawindang sya it felt like there were two of him)had in his/their computer files (he/they brought his/their hard disk) gave me a splitting headache--especially when we heard that god-awful cover of When Angels Deserve to Die by a certain punk wannabe with the initials A.L. Honestly, I was turning in my grave, and I'm not even dead yet! I wonder what System of a Down thinks of that.

Anyway, I was supposed to post something last week, but i couldn't access the blogger page, so i just saved some random notes. Here they are, for anyone who cares to know:

*Nade-depress ako.
I'm trying to make a Gael Garcia Bernal skin--just because I would go away with Gael Garcia Bernal any day and leave my criminal of a husband. If I had one. (I'm making references to Amores Perros, of course.) I decided to just try and use already existing heads and meshes in the Sims game and use a picture of the oh-so-fine Gael. But since I'm only using the crappy Windows Paint and Photoshop programs, I can't get the texture right. Now my Gael Sim looks like he's been cursed by Quatzecoatl with a rare, debilitating skin disease. Parang binababoy ko tuloy yung tao. *sigh* It just depresses me.

*My friend Olga called me last night and told me about this job opening--Book Fair Coordinator or something like that--and asked me if i were interested in applying, and maybe we could apply together. I'm checking it out on Friday. Again, this depresses me. I don't know why. i just wanna go back to school, okay, and not work. I hate work. But i'm being an ungrateful bitch. Here is a friend who actually took the time to tell me about this job she thought I'd like (since it involves books) but here I AM, being completely indifferent to it. har. I hate being a bum, but I don't wanna work either. I am just down in the dumps. i feel like the very embodiment of a Green Day bumming song (like Longview).

*I tried writing a story a couple of days ago--something about childhood and how girls' friendships work (or don't) but after only 5 pages, like my life, I realize the story is going absolutely nowhere. Well, I know where it's supposed to go, but I just don't know how to get it there. *sigh* I don't know why I work myself into a depressed state. Must be S&M. But without the pleasure. gaah.

(written 09/01/03 1:14 pm)


Oh, just an update on that job thingy--I thought I'd go along with it, thinking that maybe Olga just wanted someone to go with her. But when we met she said she thought I wanted someone with me, and she really didn't want the job afterall. So we both ended up not applying. I just accompanied her to her former workplace (a law firm) so she could get her last paycheck. While i was waiting in the lobby, sitting on the comfy gray imitation leather couch with my legs outstretched, several people were staring at me when they passed. Then I realized they were staring at my Powerpuff Girls socks--completely off with the rest of my attire--periwinkle polo-shirt, black slacks, and black leather shoes. Ah well, all I could do was smile back,sigh, and think to myself, "Lawyers." It was funny, really.

AND--did I mention that Fry already gave birth to four cute kittens? Plus one more kitten, because while my other cat wasn't looking, Fry found her kitten, smelled it for a few seconds, then proceeded to carry it off to her own litter. According to Gem, "Mabait si Fry!" That, or she's a kitty napper.

OH, also, as Peloy mi amigo loco has requested, I have updated some links and added SIm links here, especially ones I really, really like. Yun lang and as Dell says, "Yun na!"