bad eyes, shorter hair

i had my eyes examined today and sadly, i'm getting more nearsighted. boo.

in totally unrelated news, i cut my hair. i had maybe seven inches or so hacked off. it now falls just below the shoulders. and it's great! i would've gone shorter, but since i'm in a wedding in may, i kept it long enough for a wedding hair-do. i love it. shiv and garrett were laughing because i couldn't stop playing with it and running to the mirror to look at it.

update

i rested earlier, which means i'm feeling a little too awake now. so, i decided to change the look of the blog. wendy said it's very pink. picasso had his blue period and i'm having my pink. and i'm now using the commenting system offered by blogger. bye-bye previously posted comments.

feeling sickly

i am ill. who i caught this cold from i do not know. but they suck. my throat is scratchy and itchy and when i cough, it totally hurts. bah.

at robert's request, i have updated photos that can be viewed here. it's pictures from fall through last weekend. i need to start snapping more photos, but i always seem to forget my camera.

tired.

i had the privilege to be a part of the staff at theophilus 2005 this past weekend. there's been so much that's been going through my head all weekend. i don't know how to express most of the thoughts just yet, but i'm hoping that i'll get there.

catching up

i've been meaning to blog for the last week, but i kept forgetting.

a quick summary:

last weekend i went to LA for an application interview at UCLA and also hung out with grace, joe kwon, their friends, joe ying, and sam pack. there was lots of good food and fun.

on tuesday, my friend from high school was in town for a job interview and i got to have dinner with him and some of his friends. it was really fun because i haven't seen him since fall quarter of freshman year and, two of his friends are in the PT program at UW with melissa. small world.

i watched million dollar baby with pam, stone, and dennis. i love that clint eastwood and morgan freeman. when clint cried, i cried. big surprise.

i have injured myself yet again. i have this shooting pain in the right side of my lower back. if i sit funny or move too suddenly, the pain shoots down my butt into my outer leg until it hits my knee. this is obviously not good. i'm going to call my doctor. last time i had pain like this, it was after i messed up by right ankle during fall quarter of sophomore year. except that time, i waited like 8 months to take care of it. i honestly kept thinking that it would just go away. so, i think that this might have something to do with messing up my left ankle a few weeks back...like overcompensating or something like that. i feel like an old lady.

why?!?

i was at the QFC post office this morning and i was standing in line behind a mom who had two little boys with her. they looked about 4 years old. the post office is near the magazines and on the cover of JANE magazine, it's paris hilton.

boys: "mom, it's paris and nicole."
mom: "no, it's just paris, nicole isn't on the magazine."
boys: "paris and nicole...paris and nicole..." [chanting]

i was amused and horrified all at the same time. why do they even know about paris and nicole? are they watching the simple life? and if so, WHY?!?

accident prone.

so i twisted/turned my ankle a couple of days ago. just about an hour ago, my car ran into a lamppost in my neighborhood. it's icy conditions here in portland with freezing rain and most of the roads outside of my neighborhood are drivable. my dad gave me the suggestion that i try an alternate in my neighborhood to get to our house. so, in low gear, i tried his way, and it involved making a right turn going downhill. i was starting to turn when the car started sliding sideways and the car jumped the curb and was headed towards somebody's lawn and house, so i turned the wheel away, which caused the driver's side door to slam into the lamppost, which then somehow helped turn my car away from a bunch of brick-structured mailboxes and driveway lights and back out onto the street, where i finally stopped sliding and found myself parked against the curb.

there were these kids in a nearby cul-de-sac who made their way over and were like, "ma'am, ma'am, are you okay?" my first thought was, "i'm not a ma'am." i was totally fine and i told them that i was. they offered to get their parents, but it was so icy and one of them fell on their front step, and i told them not to bother, and that i had a cell phone with me to call for help. i did ask them how much damage i did, and they said the only thing i hit was the lamppost and someone's lawn. they also told me the only place that sustained any impact on my car was my driver's side door, so that was a relief. i called up to my house and my brother andy walked down in metal football cleats to haul me up the hill, with my bad left ankle no less. it was only after i got home that it hit me how scared i was, sitting in the car spinning and out of control. andy was like, "you don't have to cry." i yelled back, "i'm traumatized and i'll cry if i want to." i wasn't really crying, it was more sniffles and a couple of tears, just to get it out of my system. i've been rear-ended and had someone back into my car before, but this is the first time where i'm at fault, though i'd rather blame the weather and icy roads. so later, when the ice melts, i'll have to trek back down to get my car, and all of my stuff. so lame.