the tostada shell guy

fellow bloggers,

it isnt often that I go to work with a smile on my face and leave with one too. BUT today, as I walked into my new job at Baja Fresh I came with a smile because I had just had an awesome hour with Matt. Of course, it was INSANELY fucking busy. This was the first time I had worked when there was literally a line of more that 3 people. It was crazy, and I screwed up more than one order, but nonetheless I managed to pull through by smiling and "acting" clumsy. When 7.45 rolled around the corner this guy came in with a tyedye shirt and some shorts. I was serving a burrito but I decided it would probably be a good idea to go over and take his order first since it was taking a while. When I got over there he was looking at the menu and he glanced at me, looked back at the menu, did like a double take and then goes "your beautiful". My reaction was quite literally: "sorry? What??" and he was like "your beautiful". Now the hopeless romantic in me was like AWHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh =]]]]]]] and i had a HUGE smile on my face, I must have looked like a deranged idiot. He took his order and then asked if I had a pen. Do i have a pen? OF COURSE, i have a pen. So i handed him a pen, and he handed me his number. ^^ Laura got hit on, laura got hit on, laura got hit on! woooooo =]

Alright, so yes, this DID make my day. But don't get me wrong I'm not about to call him and set up a date obviously because I am already taken by matthew dearest, however it can still make my day. And it did. Really.

Consumers! Yes thats you. Listen up, if you think that someone behind a register or cooking in the kitchen, or sweeping, or serving you shitty food has a great laugh, great piercing, fantastic hair due, LET THEM KNOW. With out that little "your beautiful, heres my number" bit, my day would have been the same damn shit. Add a little spice, and it makes everything better.

Anyway thats my story of the day. Might post again later and FINALLY tell you all about my first porno experience which has yet to be blogged. my bad.

Meal of the day: Strawberry short cake, and a banana

Song of the day: Make my day by Waldeck

Skydiving my butt off

I would like to say its official that summer has started, except for really its not. I have a week of school left, and two weeks until i actually graduate but i already feel that awesome summer sun vibe that makes you want to get out and do things. Matt has unearthed his pool, it looks like shit though tons of algae everywhere that makes the water as black as coke. He says it'll take about 2 weeks before its actually swim-able. I don't really mind waiting though, there's something about the anticipation before swimming that makes it all the better when you actually do get to have that first big jump into the pool.

After graduation which is on the 28th, my friends and I are all going to Ocean Ci-tay for "senior week". We are way out in the boondocks though, apparently far away from pretty much anyone else who is going. Honestly though, I am so excited to just have some hardcore chill time with my friends. Play some frisbee on the beach, go swimming, hang out and watch movies. I am really excited. We are staying in this small 2 couple condo that my friends mom owns. The original plan was to fit 8 people in it, which is twice the occupancy. But my boyfriend bailed, and so did another couple...so now its down to my two gay friends, and one straight couple and me. Oddly enough, I'm not going to feel like the 5th wheel or the oddball, mostly because I simply refuse to be left alone, (I'm a pretty dependent person...would much prefer a group of people over being by myself). The condo is really close to this place called Dummsers (not sure in spelling it right) but its mega famous for its ice cream. FYI, Ice cream = my vice. I could literally live off cereal and ice cream for probably the rest of my life and die happily. I know that sounds like an over exaggeration, but its not xP I really LOVE ice cream and cereal. Especially cinnamon toast crunch and raisin nut bran. mmmmhm.

I played my first match of horseshoes over the weekend. That shit is so much harder than it looks. Your essentially throwing this 2 pound metal circle-ish thing onto a rod. Its a difficult task to succeed at, but its so much fun to try. You have to kind of hurl it, like in bowling, but not with the little shuffle that comes with bowling a bowling ball. Instead its more of a launch.

Well, nonetheless frisbee remains my favorite summer sport no matter how much I suck at it, I love to play. My friends and I have been going out to the fields during enrichment lately and playing. A couple of weeks ago my one and only frisbee got mercilessly tossed on top of a caved in green house. My initial reaction was "dammmmnnn it esli!!" (esli = the thrower). But then the next day we went out for a water balloon fight and *poof* there was my frisbee laying in the field. Kinda weird how stuff like that happens. But I love it when it does, makes your day a little better.

This whole working two jobs thing is total bullshit. The manager at Baja thinks im "really committed" which I'm really not. I kind of want to go ahead and give him my two weeks notice because i simply don't enjoy handing people burritos and mopping the [very slippery] floor. It kind of funny actually...since the kitchen gets really greasy they have these rubber floors, and all the burrito grease starts to build up on it by the time closing comes around. Whenever I go back there to pack up the salsa bar my shoes automatically start slidding. The other day I couldn't even push open a door (my hands were full) because whenever I went to push on it with my back my feet would just start sliding. I only managed to open it an inch before I realized I would have to go at it with a running start and just kind of body slam the door open. Thank god none of the kitchen guys saw that xP They're already having a blast making fun of the new girl who doesn't know the difference between a fajita and taco. Can I quit? Poll: When is it too soon to quit a job after being hired? Would they want the shirt back? How bout the visor? (Yes, i wear a visor).

summer bitches. I'm going to montreal and skydiving my butt off.

Meal of the day: cinnamon toast crunch

Song of the day: orange sky by alexi murdoch

BAJA BABY!

Exciting news everyone! After snatching an application to Baja Fresh yesterday I decided to pop out of school a little early and drop it off before work. The guy barely read it and then went "When can you start?"

FO SHIZ.

I am so excited to be making people burritos! I'm not even going to be making them but I'll be able to say "Hi! How ARE you?!!?" to people and really mean it, and I really can't wait. I can finally be that person who makes the day a little bit better just because they weren't some slug standing behind a cashier (not that I think I won't have days where I'm a slug, because I totally will....like days when I'm living off of rice cakes, still vegetarian, and the smell of grilled chicken is wafting in my general direction). I'm very happy to finally be working with people my own age and doing something other than sitting on my ass for two hours. YES!

Must buy black pants and black shoes. *mental note*

It is my sister's 21st birthday today. We had a super dank dinner, and enjoyed some Mikes Hard. It was fun, she's not exactly a party animal or anything so she's not going out, but her boyfriend came over and I think that's really what she was looking forward to. Well, that and the german chocolate cake my mom made.

Anyway, I'm quite tired at the moment and I've gotta call Matt back so I'll have to write about my first baja experience after thursday! CANT WAIT.

Meal of the day: Ceasar Salad with german chocolate cake

Song of the day: Play nice by the Apathy Eulogy

Francois

So, I'm listening to french music right now.

It's funny because I can't understand a single word the artist is saying and yet I still connect with it. Don't you love songs like that?

It's very calm and peaceful. Then of course Barenaked Ladies has to come on next in the shuffle and it gets very "fun".

Tonight was the Art-show at my school. I didn't have my own wall or anything but I had helped everyone mat their photos and in some cases, tape them up (or hot glue..depending on the situation). I was on the "take down" committee, but when I finally arrived an hour and forty five minutes late I couldn't stand to be in my school cafeteria any longer than I needed to, so I left within 15 minutes. I feel like shit anyway because I downed a peanut butter sandwich.

Lately my friends have ALL been on diets, and its driving me bonkers because it makes me feel like I eat even worse than usual when really I eat very healthily. However, when I have a friend who's living off of unflavored rice cakes and salad while I'm eating a banana, kashi bar, apple and pineapple, I suddenly feel like I'm obese. What the hell is wrong with this situation?

I'll tell you. What's wrong is that I have this crazy super glue stuck notion in my head that I have to be 110 pounds, look something like Natalie Portman and live off of grapes. What else is wrong with this idea? Well first off, I have hips "made for child bearing" as my darling mother likes to put it, and I like food. I don't LOVE food (okay, maybe indian food and tofu, but everyone has their vices), I just enjoy tasting different things and experimenting. After all, eating apple after apple and banana after banana gets a little tiring and I start to crave the dreaded "carbs"...like peanut butter sandwiches. I know that I'm going to feel like shit for eating it after, but while I eat it everything is just nice and dandy. Food, you sly thing you, stop screwing with my mind.

Anyway, I just need to find a new delicious low calorie low everything food. Any ideas?

Meal of the day: Apple, peanut butter sandwich

Song of the day: Monsieur Marcel by Renan Luce

Forgetting

It makes me so incredibly sad when you say "I don't remember". You have no idea how hard it is for me to accept that you forgot what you told me. My heart aches because the night before it had been so happy. The idea of someone caring so much about me again seems so real when ever you talk, but you never remember what you say. I am sorry for trying so hard not to fall in love with you.

the Akbar Adventure

On saturday my friends and I decided to trek into Baltimore on a sort of spontaneous whim for indian food. Even though there's a pretty delectable Indian restaurant 20 minutes from home we simple HAD to go into the city and have the real experience. So, we carpooled our way into Baltimore. That part was easy, thank god my bestie Sarah was around because she has ridiculous GPS skills engraved in her head and can make it around almost anywhere after being there once. So, after some how navigating our way onto St.Paul's street we drove past our destination in search of a parking spot. Finding parking in Baltimore, on a Saturday night near the local stores and what not is near impossible..However, we did manage to find a spot a couple of blocks away and after parking and scrounging around for quarters to slide into the meter we discovered that we had NO IDEA how to actually work a parking meter. I know it sounds incredibly stupid, and thats because it is. When we first turned the little knobish thing a little yellow flag popped up that read "VIOLATION". We were really dumbfounded because all we had done was insert one quarter...this ominous bright yellow flag made it seem as if we had taken a baseball bat to its stand. Seeing the hatred of this parking spot, we got back in our cars and tried to relocate.....

Eventually Sarah was able to parallel park in a spot that was about 6 windy shaded blocks from the restaurant. It was at this parking spot that we figured out how to actually work a meter; You have to turn the knob twice! Then the needle goes up to tell you how much time you have (thank you alex, love). We laughed pretty hard once we realized how stupid it was we didn't understand it the first time.

When we got to the restaurant we ordered ourselves thee best meal ever which ended up costing 50 bucks for three people =] None of us cared though, it was delicious and I would go back and eat the same again..Maybe even more.

Our adventure back home was equally as ridiculous mostly because Alex went "Don't you need to be exiting there??" whilst we drove past the exit and out of adrenaline Sarah tried to make the exit last minute only to be furiously honked at by a white land rover (sorry). Nonetheless Sarah's dramatic rampage about how you "never tell the person they're supposed to exit when they are passing the exit!! stupid!" or something along those lines made the near-accident worth it.

Meal of the Day: Palak Paneer with Garlic Naan

Song of the Day: Le Diner by Benabar

Sunday, Easter Sunday

Well, went to church this morning and sat in the back row...or pew rather, with my sister. Everything was nice and church-ish until this mom and her two 6 ish year old daughters sat in front of us. They started to color, mess with mommy's bag, drop papers on the floor, and just kept on being children in general. I ended up not listening to the service at all but trying not to laugh my butt of whenever the one little girl turned around and stared at my feet. I don't know why I found it so hilarious, but I felt really judged by this six year old, so maybe it was my way of laughing off judgement, but I could not contain myself. I ended up making her laugh too, so the two back pews became a zone of laughter. Why everyone else is shouting "JESUS HAS RISEN!" I'm looking at my sister going "Why is she staring at me? hahahahahhahah our shoes? they are shiny...." I didn't learn anything, zippo, zilch.

Afterwards the fam went to California Pizza Kitchen where I devoured a wild mushroom pizza which was incredibly delicious. My parents had salad, and we had had croissants strawberries and cereal for breakfast so I am feeling extremely bloated after lunch. My parents asked me if I wanted to go and take a tour of Towson University (which is most likely where I will be next year) so I said "sure" and we went and walked around campus for about a half an hour. There were lots of extremely skinny girls laying in the grass with bathing suits on tanning, along with "jock" ish looking guys chillin in chairs (ultimately watching the girls tan). SO after eating a pizza, I, with my already incredibly low self esteem, feel like shit (pardon my french). We leave to go home so I decide I'm going to go biking.

I leave my bike at a friends house for storage cause she lives right next to a bike trail and its a lot more convenient than towing my bike around the county every time I want to go biking. My darling daddy decided that during the winter he would like it to be at our place. I agree with him of course, so when it was being kept in our tiny tiny tiny shed he had to loosen the handle bars so he could move them and fit it better. So today when I took it out on the trail, even though I had tightened the bolt two weeks before I went zooming down this huge hill to get on the trail and BOOM down I went. Right in front of a super-fit physical trainer looking guy. Are you shitting me? He goes "WHOA. are you OKAY?!" me: "yeah.....my bike is fucked up....the handle bars are loose..." he goes: "I have some tools" (hahah of course you do.) me: "Reallllyyy?? That would be amazing." and he ends up helping me out, after kind of laughing at me, goes "that should be safer" and off we go on our own biking ways. Well, at least I could keep biking. I went probably 4 miles, turned around and headed back. My friend and I always take this little back road that lets you go faster on the way back to her house, so I decided to do it even though I was on my own. What I forgot was that this road probably hasn't been paved in decades so there's a lot of pot holes, AND it recently rained. When I neared the last 200 feet of the road I saw huge, deep, muddy, brown puddles that were about 50 feet long in front of me. I peddled really quick, centered myself in the middle of the road (hoping for the shallowest bit of the puddle) and braved it. Needless to say, when I came out my legs and butt were showered with mudd, I even managed to get some on my upper arms. Hmm. That made for an interesting bike ride.

Had to stop at a gas station (cause my "you need fuel, bitch!" light came on). The only one near, with decent prices, is an extremely popular gas station cause its also a mini-mart. I knew I looked like crap, had mud up my butt, sweaty hair...the whole bit. So I decided to try to disguise myself, put on my huge sunglasses, messed up my hair, and hoped for the best. Thank god no one was at the station when I pulled in. (yesssss!).

So now, I am home, showered and waiting for Matt to get back from his grandparents. I plan on giving him my chocolate bunny cause I already ate the carrots. =]

Happy Easter every one!

Meal of the day: Wild Mushroom Pizza

Song of the day: Everything's Just Wonderful by Lily Allen