Facebook's 25

1. I hate math and generally refuse to calculate a split dinner bill yet I can tell you exactly how many calories I've ingested on a daily basis. I blame my math hatred on the fact my mother made me do "Kumon" when I was a little girl. In actuality, I'm really good at math but when I was in 7th grade, I faked needing extra attention so I could be in the same class as a boy I had a crush on. Ever since then, I've just told everyone I'm terrible at it.

2. Most of my facebook pictures show me without glasses but I wear them on a regular daily basis. I was born practically blind and am still traumatized by the frog like glasses that I had to wear at the age of 4.... and all the photo documentation that my mother has of that time period in my life. With a horrible bowl haircut.

3. I am truly confused as to which side of the country is my Home. My family lives in California where I was born and raised but my nearest and dearest friends live back East. And you know what they say, home is where the <3 is.

4. I am allergic to peanut butter and shellfish but I will still never pass up a chance to eat shrimp... so long as there's benadryl in the immediate vicinity. I've been told my grandfather used to do the same thing.

5. I have a love/hate relationship with my cell phone. I frequently ignore calls but when I talk to my friends from far away, I'm generally on it for at least an hour. Now i've upgraded to a blackberry and am annoyed that i'm so accessible but refuse to downgrade because I love the facebook application and brick breaker game.

6. I would not be able to survive without Costco and Trader Joe's.

7. I only sleep on the left side of the bed. If I HAVE to sleep on the right, I usually wake up in the middle of the night and move to the couch or floor.

8. I rarely watch big blockbuster or classic movies (read: Mary Poppins, Sound of Music, Batman movies?) yet I can quote every line in Legally Blonde and Mean Girls.

9. My family thinks I'm going to be a great attorney because I'm obnoxious, outspoken and not afraid to articulate the needs of others. In reality, I have a fear of public speaking, specifically in class and in front of my classmates. I tend to start crying when I get called on.

10. I have a baby sister who is 10 years younger than me and laugh whenever she mirrors my brooding, sarcastic style.

11. I am prone to serious bug bites. Today, I have at least 20. All are swollen. Yes, I'm very uncomfortable right now.

12. I am one of 17 Rosario cousins and proud of it. Without them, I would have no family.

13. I am cynical about how I'm the only one of my friends who is not in a serious, committed relationship yet I secretly DVR all wedding shows WeTV and Style network has to offer.

14. I played the piano for 17 years. I've stopped for about 4 now and can still remember every classical piece i've learned.

15. I love cooking and used to cook every meal but now only cook frozen dinners... and frozen breakfasts. (Thank you Jimmy Dean.)

16. I try to go to church every Sunday. When I can't, I go to an early weekday Mass. I pray the Rosary every night and I thank God for my family, friends, good AND bad fortune.

17. The two places I want to visit in my life are the Grand Canyon and Brazil.

18. I constantly talk about moving back to the Bay Area but have not made any plans furthering that goal. In fact, I've only looked to moving back East or Chicago.

19. Procrastination started at an early age for me. The same goes for talking my way out of bad situations. When I was a little girl, I once had a "show and tell" project where I had to bring in a drawing. Being the little procrastinator I was, I did it during preschool class when I excused myself to the bathroom. I scribbled something on a piece of paper with multiple colors knowing it didn't make sense and presented it to the teacher and class as a house with a clothesline with my grandparents teaching me about plants. I hoped the teacher would just nod and pat me on the head saying "that's interesting. Very good." It worked.

20. I am the weirdest Type A person you will ever meet. My room is always messy and disorganized but my planner is color coordinated and my workspace is always, always clean and disinfected.

21. I am my mother's daughter and own a lot of designer bags and shoes. I have trained myself to walk out of a store without dropping a serious wad of cash on either or both that would catch my eye. If I still think about it a week later, I'll go back to purchase the item. Yes, I am my mother's daughter.

22. I have never broken a bone nor have ever required stitches. I am, however, constantly going to the doctor's office and I never really know why.

23. All of my "firsts" have been in Washington, D.C. And no, not all at the same time. And no, get your mind out of the gutter, one of them was my first grilled cheese! But yes, all of my firsts have been in D.C. over a large span of time.

24. My friends' and boyfriends' backgrounds are generally non-Filipino. Yet I was once the president of my undergrad Filipino club and a national director for a non profit national Filipino student organization.

25. I put salt on everything. Literally everything. (Read: strawberries, various other fruits, vegetables, pork rinds etc...) It would be even better if coupled with vinegar.

How I feel about California right about now.

Sadly, I feel this way about the people who surround me (in law school) and even my family (up north.) The State itself is great. Great weather, great atmosphere, where I want to practice. Maybe I should just be a hermit. Or move back to DC. Then I wouldn't have to worry about people (READ: psychotic competitive law students and psychotic competitive family) who don't know how to fucking act their age.


Yes, mother, I mean you.

Precious Moments with Mom (revisited)

After a 6 hour drive from soCal to the Bay Area, my family and I went to dinner. When we got home, my father retired to bed and my sisters were on the family computers playing lord knows what. In the kitchen, my mother and I were catching up, gossiping and filling in the blanks. In essence, my mother is really like a frenemy. We "hang" like friends but then a conversation would take a turn like this:

mom: I can't believe those facebook pictures of [insert old classmates from grade school]. How did those girls get so ugly?
me: I have no idea
mom: Why do you think that happens?
me: well its like the ugly duckling story and plus those girls peaked in junior high. I mean I was never as pretty as them and they made every effort to remind me about that every day. Man, I was an ugly kid.
mom: Oh I know. My sisters keep asking, "What happened to [my name]? She got so pretty!" I keep telling them that they're crazy. They just haven't seen you in a long time. I don't know what they're talking about.
me: You know, I always love coming home to you.

Why you never had a chance.

To give a majority of people not in school credit, generally when you say you're in finals mode it means the degree of stress rises. Furthermore, it means that the student in finals mode wants to procrastinate but doesn't have time to deal with stupid questions. Among the favorites are: Why are you so stressed out? How much longer do you have?

But a new conversation I had recently sparks the topic of today's post:

Boy: Hey hey
Me: hey
Boy: Hows life?
Me: stressful
Boy: why so
Me: finals start on monday
Boy: law school?

Ok. For background purposes, I would like everyone to know that I met this boy through my bff in SF. . . when we were out celebrating my return to CA for law school. For some reason, we sporadically kept in touch through AIM. If you MET me while we were celebrating my decision to go to law school and we KEEP IN TOUCH on a somewhat regular basis, WHY, WHY would you ask if my FINALS were for Law School? I mean I know this guy could potentially talk to a million girls, but come on.

Boy: Hows the love life?
me: ?
Boy: ?
me: i dont understand the question
Boy: Hows your love life?

Now, again, let's discuss the importance behind stupid questions. I know, perhaps I shouldn't be irresponsibly on AIM - especially during finals. But let's be honest. I've spent all semester hiding in books and avoiding people like him. Really? Love life? Relevance? What? Who ARE you!? a.) of all, why do you care? b.) of all, if you're going to tell me that yours is awesome (and he did) what is the purpose of even asking me when you overtly hit on me every time we had previously talked? and c.) of all, REALLY? I'm in mother fucking law school. What the fuck do you think I do here? Look for husbands? I sit in class and not read over 5,000 pages of text to learn the law in order to bat my eyes and lower my shirt at some douchebag in my class? No thank you.

Hi my name is... and I have a Facebook addiction.

It has been noted in my family that my little sisters and I have fixation problems. In some cases, fixation can be a good thing. For example, my baby sister has a fixation with beating our other sister and myself academically so she works harder. Please note that fixation in this context is interchangeable with competition. In other cases, it can be a weird thing. For example, when I was 13, I began to have a torrid and obssessive love for Hanson. (More on that at another time). I had binders and websites made in homage to my favorite bands. If you knew me back then, there was not a single wall space uncovered thanks to Hanson posters. I slept, ate, dreamt Hanson.

But now, as a brand new 25 year old, I find myself trying to find ways to restrict a horrible obsession as I enter the two weeks before finals period: Facebook. Now for the past year and a half, I've been known to have increased facebook activity, such as, but not limited to, wall posting, birthday wishing, and picture commenting. Generally, each post left has the phrase "miss you!" I tend to think that the sentiment is returned in some way, shape or form. But what happens when the obsession has you stumbling across a wall post that is passive aggressively (or even overtly) directed at you? Should you shrink back in shame that you, a facebook addict, have finetuned your fb stalking abilities to come across the mean sentiment in a public forum? Or should you feign indignance at the thought of a mean spirited "friend" by de-friending them; or even better, putting them on limited profile status so you can still see their shit talking but they can't see anything on your profile?

I mean really? What is it about me that is so easy to make jabs at? I mean come on, its not like I wouldn't see it. So what if over a year ago I thought that it was funny to title an email after a person's insane personality or to wish someone happy birthday from California or put up a status message about how I'm currently feeling (e.g. "What now, Angelica?" See post dated 11/11/2008). Is it really necessary to be a jackass about it?

Oh, and I decided to restrict them (some a long time ago) from seeing a lot of my profile. Do they care? No, but it's better to give them a lot less material to talk about when they want to be assholes. I swear, these people.


Welcome to Finals.

Precious Moments with Mom

Mom: I don't know what's wrong with [my coworker's daughter]. She's an attorney, she's smart, funny and attractive. I just don't understand why she doesn't have a boyfriend.

me: Thanks mom. So I'm single because i'm none of the above?

Mom: That's because you're picky.


Apparently, rejection of the Jizzmaster warrants a "picky" label.


p.s. Between me and my friend L. Miller the word "picky" was code for "gay."

I'd rather be single.

Since I officially became single (many, many months ago), my ever so helpful friends and closest confidantes gingerly expressed to me that perhaps I should give men a chance. This by no means indicated that I am a lesbian, it just meant that maybe, generally, I'm a little hostile when it comes to meeting guys. The following are the top three reasons (meaning I had to search within all my heinous incidents) why, why, I should always be a bitch, bear in mind, these incidents happened within the past 3 months:

Boy behind door number 3:
Recently I went on a date with a guy I met through a co-worker. I found him to be a little socially awkward and not really amusing at times, but, my roommates met him and said to give him a chance. After all, I am the only single person in my group of friends (officially). Here's how it panned out:

me: So do you have any roommates?
him: no, I own my own place. I live alone.
me: Oh that's pretty sweet.
*****
him: so I hope we can go out again
me: maybe next time i'll come to [insert his nearby orange county city]
him: *awkward pause* well, I don't know if you can do that
me: *puzzled* why?
him: because my ex girlfriend still lives with me (side note: this is ex girlfriend of 10 years).

Boy behind door number 2:
I used to frequent a comedy club called iO West in Hollywood. My partner in crime L. Miller and I love to watch our favorite team KDD perform there. One night, we went there to grab drinks and hang out. L. Miller, with the foresight to know when an annoying and possibly sketchy guy was about to advance, started talking to the bartender and sat down at the bar. In fall swoop, the guy she expertly avoided started talking to me. Here's how that conversation panned out:

him: so what do you do?

me: i'm a student

him: oh what are you studying?

me: law

him: oh like pre-law?

me: no, like THE law

him: *nudge* so will you be my attorney some day? *wink*

me: oh, you're really not my type of client

him: what would that be?

me: children.

him: *pause, gives me the "ick" look* wow, so you're not going to be rich at all are you?

me: *offended* um, no.

::awkward pause::

me: so what do you do?
him: oh, i'm an actor.


Last but definitely not least, boy behind door number 1:
Again, out with friends, this time in Santa Monica, CA, I met my all time favorite guy at a bar. (Sarcasm added.) I was sitting in a booth with two girls, one guy when this little scrawny white boy slid in the booth sitting himself right next to me:

him: hey there

me: um, hi

him: my name is Chris (as an FYI, I felt that if I censored the following information my readers would not get the full effect of the reasoning behind my initial irritation.)

me: (already irritated) ugh. i hate that name. where are you from?

him: Pittsburgh (of course, OF course)

me: ugh, i hate that city. in fact, i prefer not to talk to guys named Chris from Pittsburgh.

(for those readers who do not know, my ex boyfriend's name is Chris, from Pittsburgh)

him: well, my friends like to call me the jizzmaster.

me: excuse me? did you give yourself that name or did someone else...
::shoots look to girl across the way AND the guy sitting next to me who stare in disbelief::

him: no, my buddies (points over to the bar) call me the jizzmaster.

me: i dont even want to know. (he makes small talk to the other people at our table and then leaves to get more drunk)

***** (later on, he returns to the scene of the crime) *****

him: so i live three blocks away

me: so?

him: you wanna come over and watch a movie? no funny business i swear

me: you must be fucking joking

him: oh come on, i have catch phrase

me: sorry, i only put out for yahtzee.