i have some serious writer's block, but i do have a quick story to share with you guys.
last night, and by last night i mean saturday night, the boys and i went to union jack's in bethesda. the boys=adrian, gabe, patel, jed, viet, and viet's friends. and i=me obviously. the one and only girl. talk about a lot of testosterone. anyway, my goal for the night was to find all of the boys (adrian NOT included because he's mine all mine.) a fly mamacita to dance with. patel somehow managed to spot the one indian within the entire crowded bar so he made his move. ten minutes after leaving, i get a text from him that says "i got it look out." haha what does that even mean? ten minutes after the vague yet still somehow cocky text, he returns only to have discovered that his potential fly indian mamacita is actually his distant relative. yikes. that was a close one, patel. needless to say, none of the boys found their fly mamacita for the night. oh well.
better luck next time boys,
shannon
Monday
Wednesday
a song beneath the song.
Put your iPod on shuffle.
Put the first line of the song as the answer.
When you're done eating dinner you say:
i am heaven-sent, don't you dare forget.
When you look outside, and see a bunny you say:
get up get up get up get up, you've got to keep on moving.
When you get a new pet, you say:
now shawty don't chop me, shawty don't skrew me.
When you stub your toe you say:
say my name and his in the same breath.
After breaking up with your bf/gf, you say:
hey, what did you hear me say?
You stop in in middle of your first kiss because you just HAVE to say:
keep the noise low, she doesn't want to blow it.
When you ask someone out, you say:
sexy can i?
haaahaha (:
When your very last tooth falls out you try to say:
tryna decide, tryna decide if i really want to go out tonight.
When you wake up at 2 am and you see Barney looking at you, you say:
there's a first time for everything.
appropriate..
When you see a spider on the wall, you say:
just because i'm losing, it doesn't mean i'm lost, doesn't mean i'll stop, doesn't mean i will cross.
When the ball drops on new years, you say:
and i'm not going back into rags or in the hole.
When you see a person drinking and driving, you say:
your baby blues so full of wonder, your curly qs, your contagious smile.
When you notice you have no friends, you say:
are there oceans full of things you'll never see?
When someone tells you that they're gay, you say:
breathing from a hole in my lung, i had no one.
The hulk punches your head off, so you say:
what a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.
Hannah Montana sings for you, and you say:
i'm hot, you're cold, you go around like you know who i am but you don't.
Your MySpace gets deleted, so you say:
cryptic words meander, now there is a song beneath the song.
What do you think about the end of the world?:
hey, don't write yourself off yet.
When you mess up the alphabet, you say:
is this a sign of our demise?
When you're in the shower and notice there's no shampoo, you say:
hey now, don't make a sound.
My dog chews your foot off, and you say:
it's been so long that i haven't seen your face.
Lebron James loves to say:
i'm not a perfect person.
Your favorite quote is:
are you there, are you watching me as i lie here on this floor?
Your teacher gives you a detention so you say:
lately, i've been thinking about you, going crazy.
Your little brother cuts all your hair off while you're sleeping so you say:
come to decide that the things that i tried were in my life just to get high on.
The thing you say most in your sleep is:
she's going out to forget they were together.
Put the first line of the song as the answer.
When you're done eating dinner you say:
i am heaven-sent, don't you dare forget.
When you look outside, and see a bunny you say:
get up get up get up get up, you've got to keep on moving.
When you get a new pet, you say:
now shawty don't chop me, shawty don't skrew me.
When you stub your toe you say:
say my name and his in the same breath.
After breaking up with your bf/gf, you say:
hey, what did you hear me say?
You stop in in middle of your first kiss because you just HAVE to say:
keep the noise low, she doesn't want to blow it.
When you ask someone out, you say:
sexy can i?
haaahaha (:
When your very last tooth falls out you try to say:
tryna decide, tryna decide if i really want to go out tonight.
When you wake up at 2 am and you see Barney looking at you, you say:
there's a first time for everything.
appropriate..
When you see a spider on the wall, you say:
just because i'm losing, it doesn't mean i'm lost, doesn't mean i'll stop, doesn't mean i will cross.
When the ball drops on new years, you say:
and i'm not going back into rags or in the hole.
When you see a person drinking and driving, you say:
your baby blues so full of wonder, your curly qs, your contagious smile.
When you notice you have no friends, you say:
are there oceans full of things you'll never see?
When someone tells you that they're gay, you say:
breathing from a hole in my lung, i had no one.
The hulk punches your head off, so you say:
what a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.
Hannah Montana sings for you, and you say:
i'm hot, you're cold, you go around like you know who i am but you don't.
Your MySpace gets deleted, so you say:
cryptic words meander, now there is a song beneath the song.
What do you think about the end of the world?:
hey, don't write yourself off yet.
When you mess up the alphabet, you say:
is this a sign of our demise?
When you're in the shower and notice there's no shampoo, you say:
hey now, don't make a sound.
My dog chews your foot off, and you say:
it's been so long that i haven't seen your face.
Lebron James loves to say:
i'm not a perfect person.
Your favorite quote is:
are you there, are you watching me as i lie here on this floor?
Your teacher gives you a detention so you say:
lately, i've been thinking about you, going crazy.
Your little brother cuts all your hair off while you're sleeping so you say:
come to decide that the things that i tried were in my life just to get high on.
The thing you say most in your sleep is:
she's going out to forget they were together.
Saturday
fall back
in honor of daylight saving time..
fall back: this morning, i went to uncle nick's funeral. if you're not lauren or my sister, you have no idea who i'm talking about. uncle nick was our host at work. 66 years old. balding big time. hairy ears. reaked of coffee and smokes. told the best stories. he was everything you'd expect a man his age to be and more. he was so humorous. i don't think my little anecdotes would do him justice so i'm not even going to try. just know, that he became one of my best friends in the 9 1/2 months that i knew him. imagine that, a 21-year-old vivacious sex kitten (yes or no, y'all?) and this 66-year-old geezer forming a bond so strong. everyone loved uncle nick. everyone loves uncle nick. my god, that man is missed.
anyway, while i was in texas last weekend, apparently they had to take him to the ER one night because he was having difficulty breathing. i guess going through two packs of ciggies a day will do that to you. on top of his little affliction for mary jane. so yeah, they took him to the hospital only to find out that nick was in his early stages of emphysema. scary shit. and then they released him. retarded on the hospital's part, right? they released him so that he could go back to his house where he lived alone and had no one to watch over him. (his wife was murdered 7 years ago, just fyi.) so tuesday night, my first night back at work since my vacation, uncle nick doesn't come in to work at 5:00 like he normally would. no one really thought anything of it, just thought he was feeling under the weather. fast forward a bit to 8:00. i glance over at the hostess stand to see one of our older servers talking on the phone and crying. no, she was bawling. i hustle over to see what's up and make sure she's okay because she could barely even stand. she was obviously just told something horrible. she muttered two little words to me. it's nick. my god, those two little words were so big and powerful that they crushed me. my heart started pounding in my chest instantly. i felt weak. i felt heartbroken. i felt absolutely awful. but i couldn't cry. i tried, but the tears just refused to flow. i was in shock. complete and total shock. i wanted the feeling to go away so bad. i think i stood there, completely dumbfounded, for about 10 minutes. i wasn't sure what to do. i watched all of the servers huddle around, everyone sobbing. and there was little old robot me, my jaw was dropped but no tears. no emotion. i went to the bathroom to escape. as soon as i hit the door, i broke down. completely lost my shit. my mascara and eyeliner ran. my nose turned redder than rudolph. it wasn't one of my best looking moments, believe me. i didn't stop crying for the rest of my time at work. the rest of the week at work was equally as hard, especially since they had me cover nick's shifts and hostess.
so yeah, today was the viewing and funeral. adrian and i went together. he was my shoulder to cry on. uncle nick was greek so much of the service was spoken in greek and hard to follow. i just kept my eyes focused on the open casket. uncle nick looked chubbier than normal because apparently having a heart attack makes you puff up like a blow fish. i don't think he would have appreciated that much. uncle nick was kind of obsessed with looks. he was a hairdresser for years long ago. he even did elizabeth taylor's hair on a regular basis! at the end of the service, they had everyone walk up to the casket one by one to say their goodbyes. i held his hand, kissed his forehead, stroked his cheek. it sounds odd and creepy, but it was necessary. i had to give him a proper farewell. i found myself being surprisingly strong during the whole service. sure, i cried. but there was people wailing. so at least i didn't wail, right?
you're waiting for the fall back part, aren't ya? well here it is. uncle nick's death made me fall back on the memories of my grandma ruby. her death in 2001 was only one of many catastrophic events that year. my life was a disaster that year. this week reminded me of that. it was comforting actually, realizing that i'm in a much better place today. i have dear old uncle nick to thank for that. so here's to uncle nick! "i'm going to miss you, mon. i'm going to miss you." (there's a video on adrian's cellphone of me saying that to nick the night before i left for texas.)
don't forget to set your clocks back an hour y'all! oh the productive things you could do with that one extra hour. plant a tree, volunteer, organize your closet, call your mother, write a blog entry. but me, i think i'll just catch up on sleep. after all, this has been an exhausting week.
cherish every moment,
shannon
fall back: this morning, i went to uncle nick's funeral. if you're not lauren or my sister, you have no idea who i'm talking about. uncle nick was our host at work. 66 years old. balding big time. hairy ears. reaked of coffee and smokes. told the best stories. he was everything you'd expect a man his age to be and more. he was so humorous. i don't think my little anecdotes would do him justice so i'm not even going to try. just know, that he became one of my best friends in the 9 1/2 months that i knew him. imagine that, a 21-year-old vivacious sex kitten (yes or no, y'all?) and this 66-year-old geezer forming a bond so strong. everyone loved uncle nick. everyone loves uncle nick. my god, that man is missed.
anyway, while i was in texas last weekend, apparently they had to take him to the ER one night because he was having difficulty breathing. i guess going through two packs of ciggies a day will do that to you. on top of his little affliction for mary jane. so yeah, they took him to the hospital only to find out that nick was in his early stages of emphysema. scary shit. and then they released him. retarded on the hospital's part, right? they released him so that he could go back to his house where he lived alone and had no one to watch over him. (his wife was murdered 7 years ago, just fyi.) so tuesday night, my first night back at work since my vacation, uncle nick doesn't come in to work at 5:00 like he normally would. no one really thought anything of it, just thought he was feeling under the weather. fast forward a bit to 8:00. i glance over at the hostess stand to see one of our older servers talking on the phone and crying. no, she was bawling. i hustle over to see what's up and make sure she's okay because she could barely even stand. she was obviously just told something horrible. she muttered two little words to me. it's nick. my god, those two little words were so big and powerful that they crushed me. my heart started pounding in my chest instantly. i felt weak. i felt heartbroken. i felt absolutely awful. but i couldn't cry. i tried, but the tears just refused to flow. i was in shock. complete and total shock. i wanted the feeling to go away so bad. i think i stood there, completely dumbfounded, for about 10 minutes. i wasn't sure what to do. i watched all of the servers huddle around, everyone sobbing. and there was little old robot me, my jaw was dropped but no tears. no emotion. i went to the bathroom to escape. as soon as i hit the door, i broke down. completely lost my shit. my mascara and eyeliner ran. my nose turned redder than rudolph. it wasn't one of my best looking moments, believe me. i didn't stop crying for the rest of my time at work. the rest of the week at work was equally as hard, especially since they had me cover nick's shifts and hostess.
so yeah, today was the viewing and funeral. adrian and i went together. he was my shoulder to cry on. uncle nick was greek so much of the service was spoken in greek and hard to follow. i just kept my eyes focused on the open casket. uncle nick looked chubbier than normal because apparently having a heart attack makes you puff up like a blow fish. i don't think he would have appreciated that much. uncle nick was kind of obsessed with looks. he was a hairdresser for years long ago. he even did elizabeth taylor's hair on a regular basis! at the end of the service, they had everyone walk up to the casket one by one to say their goodbyes. i held his hand, kissed his forehead, stroked his cheek. it sounds odd and creepy, but it was necessary. i had to give him a proper farewell. i found myself being surprisingly strong during the whole service. sure, i cried. but there was people wailing. so at least i didn't wail, right?
you're waiting for the fall back part, aren't ya? well here it is. uncle nick's death made me fall back on the memories of my grandma ruby. her death in 2001 was only one of many catastrophic events that year. my life was a disaster that year. this week reminded me of that. it was comforting actually, realizing that i'm in a much better place today. i have dear old uncle nick to thank for that. so here's to uncle nick! "i'm going to miss you, mon. i'm going to miss you." (there's a video on adrian's cellphone of me saying that to nick the night before i left for texas.)
don't forget to set your clocks back an hour y'all! oh the productive things you could do with that one extra hour. plant a tree, volunteer, organize your closet, call your mother, write a blog entry. but me, i think i'll just catch up on sleep. after all, this has been an exhausting week.
cherish every moment,
shannon
Wednesday
bubbly
things on my mind at the moment:
i wrote a blog entry last night, but after i read it a few times, i decided not to post it. i don't know, i just felt weird about it. it didn't sound like me at all. maybe one day i'll get the courage to post it. ehh probably not. maybe i'll let lauren read it when i return to texas (in exactly one week!!!). anyway.. moving on.
speaking of texas.. i leave in exactly 170 hours. 7 days and 2 hours. 6:59 pm (eastern standard time) if anyone is confused. you have no idea how necessary a vacay is right now. i feel like i've been working myself to the bone, and then there's school and trying to maintain something that resembles a social life. ugh it's all just so exhausting. plus, i just really miss my old stomping grounds. it's hard to believe that it's been 10 whole months since i left, yet at the same time, it feels like it's been 10 years. i can't really explain it.
what i miss most in texas: my friends, especially my bests lauren and ashli, what's left of my family there, which wich, college life (it's not the same living at home and going to community college.), texas country, sonic (the closest one is in virginia.), southern hospitality, ugh the list is endless. i miss it all so much.
but..
i love maryland. really i do. i said it out loud for the first time in a long time yesterday, and it felt good. it felt right. i feel like i've found some clarity and peace here. being near my sister, my best friend in the whole entire world, has helped a lot. i felt really lost and alone in texas, especially after my mom moved to florida. i was so unhappy. it's kind of a long story that i hate telling. it doesn't really matter anymore though. i'm better now and happy again!
on a lighter note, the number one most played song on my ipod is bubbly by colbie caillat. that isn't even my favorite song, but it blew my top three songs (i'll share those later.) out of the water in terms of its number of plays. verrry interesting. i'm curious to know what everyone else's top played song is?
alright, it's time for me to stop rambling. i'm going out for dinner and drinks (ohhh the perks of being 21!) in an hour so i really have to go get ready now.
xoxo,
shannon
i wrote a blog entry last night, but after i read it a few times, i decided not to post it. i don't know, i just felt weird about it. it didn't sound like me at all. maybe one day i'll get the courage to post it. ehh probably not. maybe i'll let lauren read it when i return to texas (in exactly one week!!!). anyway.. moving on.
speaking of texas.. i leave in exactly 170 hours. 7 days and 2 hours. 6:59 pm (eastern standard time) if anyone is confused. you have no idea how necessary a vacay is right now. i feel like i've been working myself to the bone, and then there's school and trying to maintain something that resembles a social life. ugh it's all just so exhausting. plus, i just really miss my old stomping grounds. it's hard to believe that it's been 10 whole months since i left, yet at the same time, it feels like it's been 10 years. i can't really explain it.
what i miss most in texas: my friends, especially my bests lauren and ashli, what's left of my family there, which wich, college life (it's not the same living at home and going to community college.), texas country, sonic (the closest one is in virginia.), southern hospitality, ugh the list is endless. i miss it all so much.
but..
i love maryland. really i do. i said it out loud for the first time in a long time yesterday, and it felt good. it felt right. i feel like i've found some clarity and peace here. being near my sister, my best friend in the whole entire world, has helped a lot. i felt really lost and alone in texas, especially after my mom moved to florida. i was so unhappy. it's kind of a long story that i hate telling. it doesn't really matter anymore though. i'm better now and happy again!
on a lighter note, the number one most played song on my ipod is bubbly by colbie caillat. that isn't even my favorite song, but it blew my top three songs (i'll share those later.) out of the water in terms of its number of plays. verrry interesting. i'm curious to know what everyone else's top played song is?
alright, it's time for me to stop rambling. i'm going out for dinner and drinks (ohhh the perks of being 21!) in an hour so i really have to go get ready now.
xoxo,
shannon
more of this, less of that
my life needs more:
pampering
exercise
indie music
adventure
forgiveness
inspiration
acceptance of my flaws
cute shoes
play time
meaning
use of my camera
hugs and kisses
drive, motivation, determination, and so on
clarity
vacations
religion
cold weather and winter clothes while we're at it
love
and less:
curse words
regret
worry and stress
my gosh, blemishes at the moment
work
hard liquor
negativity
slothiness
politics
tanning if i don't want wrinkles by the time i'm 25
procrastination
jealousy
catty gossipping
grudges
junk food
fear
my day was really really blah. i was exhausted this morning so i drank a freakish amount of coffee when i got to work and wound up with the shakes. i guess it goes without saying that i was still groggy as can be even after my caffeine binge because well, that would happen to me. i left work at 9:15, headed to my little faux tropical oasis, palm beach tan, and fake baked (i'm not ashamed.), and came home to be a computer nerd. i'm obsessed with blogspot. i can thank lauren and shelby for that too.
later gators,
shannon
Tuesday
finally
let's see, let's see. my day was not all that exciting, but i'll tell you aboout it anyway.
i took brady to the bus stop at 8:18. brady is my six-year-old nephew who just recently began kindergarten, lost his two bottom teeth, and sampled ice cream for the first time. he doesn't really like sweets; therefore, he is skinny and lucky. his favorite things include cars, especially mustangs, apple juice, transformers, and his aunt shanhan. she does like sweets; therefore, she is a lard ass. lately, brady feels more like my annoying (but still cute) little brother. i'm not sure why i chose to share that with you..
i went back to sleep for a few hours because in addition to a lard ass, i am a sloth.
i woke up at 10:48 and stared at powerpoints for my three online classes for a while. that was exciting, let me tell ya. took a quiz, signed out, and laid on my bed again. so now that makes me a slothy but educated lard ass.
okay, let's fast forward a little bit.
i got to work at 4:07. i was a little late as usual, but this has become customary; therefore, i don't get in trouble for it anymore. i thought i was waitressing tonight, but it turns out that poor little kristy overdosed on dayquil and tylenol (and probably midol too since aunt flow is visiting every woman at mamma lucia right now) today so she was feeling "a little loopy" and just needed to "nap it off" as she put it and couldn't work the counter. so they stuck me on carry out with andy, our manager with self-diagnosed adhd. he is always saying shit like, "HOW YOU DOIN!?" and "i like that! I LIKE THAT!" when he gets excited. it's entertaining and weird and embarrassing and i hope none of my future children turn out this way. so yeah, carry out. answer the phone, remind people that if they buy one pasta entree on a monday night, the second is $3.99, try not to screw up their order, bag it up, don't forget the salad and garlic bread because people will throw a hissy, and pray to the lord above that you get a buck or two out of the cheap clientele that likes to come to our restaurant. two eventful things happened at work: meghan made a stuffed crust pizza and covered herself in flour in the process (!!!) and some guy bitched and complained because there was a mysterious piece of plastic in his fettucini alfredo so he was boycotting mamma lucia and telling all of rockville, maryland to do so as well. dude. not cool.
after work, i went to burger king with adrian. it was the only thing open in the area, we were starrrvinggg, so we settled. actually, this bk had big screens and crap so it felt like we were at some fancy schmancy restaurant. like nobu! i enjoyed my plain grilled chicken sandwich and french fries, but then again, i was starving remember? the convo was good. we laughed a lot. my diet coke had just the right amount of carbonation. the only thing missing was honey mustard. it's just not a chicken sandwich without honey mustard.
i don't remember exactly what time i got home, but i know it was late. i checked facebook, myspace, and perez hilton, showered, then got to work on this because i promised lauren i would. it's now 4:44, and i have to be at work at 10:30 so i should probably call it a night.
so there's your play by play. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did.
until next time,
shannon
i took brady to the bus stop at 8:18. brady is my six-year-old nephew who just recently began kindergarten, lost his two bottom teeth, and sampled ice cream for the first time. he doesn't really like sweets; therefore, he is skinny and lucky. his favorite things include cars, especially mustangs, apple juice, transformers, and his aunt shanhan. she does like sweets; therefore, she is a lard ass. lately, brady feels more like my annoying (but still cute) little brother. i'm not sure why i chose to share that with you..
i went back to sleep for a few hours because in addition to a lard ass, i am a sloth.
i woke up at 10:48 and stared at powerpoints for my three online classes for a while. that was exciting, let me tell ya. took a quiz, signed out, and laid on my bed again. so now that makes me a slothy but educated lard ass.
okay, let's fast forward a little bit.
i got to work at 4:07. i was a little late as usual, but this has become customary; therefore, i don't get in trouble for it anymore. i thought i was waitressing tonight, but it turns out that poor little kristy overdosed on dayquil and tylenol (and probably midol too since aunt flow is visiting every woman at mamma lucia right now) today so she was feeling "a little loopy" and just needed to "nap it off" as she put it and couldn't work the counter. so they stuck me on carry out with andy, our manager with self-diagnosed adhd. he is always saying shit like, "HOW YOU DOIN!?" and "i like that! I LIKE THAT!" when he gets excited. it's entertaining and weird and embarrassing and i hope none of my future children turn out this way. so yeah, carry out. answer the phone, remind people that if they buy one pasta entree on a monday night, the second is $3.99, try not to screw up their order, bag it up, don't forget the salad and garlic bread because people will throw a hissy, and pray to the lord above that you get a buck or two out of the cheap clientele that likes to come to our restaurant. two eventful things happened at work: meghan made a stuffed crust pizza and covered herself in flour in the process (!!!) and some guy bitched and complained because there was a mysterious piece of plastic in his fettucini alfredo so he was boycotting mamma lucia and telling all of rockville, maryland to do so as well. dude. not cool.
after work, i went to burger king with adrian. it was the only thing open in the area, we were starrrvinggg, so we settled. actually, this bk had big screens and crap so it felt like we were at some fancy schmancy restaurant. like nobu! i enjoyed my plain grilled chicken sandwich and french fries, but then again, i was starving remember? the convo was good. we laughed a lot. my diet coke had just the right amount of carbonation. the only thing missing was honey mustard. it's just not a chicken sandwich without honey mustard.
i don't remember exactly what time i got home, but i know it was late. i checked facebook, myspace, and perez hilton, showered, then got to work on this because i promised lauren i would. it's now 4:44, and i have to be at work at 10:30 so i should probably call it a night.
so there's your play by play. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did.
until next time,
shannon
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