California... What the hell?

There are quite a few things I would like to say to a variety of people, but because I am a sissy I will probably avoid saying most of it. I am sure some of it needs to be said, but most of it is just drama causing nonsense that I can't seem to purge from my brain. And if it doesn't fall in the previous two categories, I know that it is categorzed under "minor-temporary beliefs" that will go away within a week or two anyway.

I will say the following:

California is pissing me off. I can't believe such a liberal minded state keeps taking steps back when it comes to homosexual rights. Thank god that they aren't being inconsiderate enough to revoke the 18,000 marriages that we made before the Supreme Court ruling.

(Read the story here: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/27/us/27marriage.html)

I have never held so much anger towards one organization. I would rather join the NRA and keep a sawed-off shotgun in my truck then support a group such as the "Protect Marriage" people.

(Vomit on this webpage: http://protectmarriage.com/)

They have this obnoxiously biased, rude, and inconceivably close-minded story on their site discussing the threat of "Gay-marriages in Public Schools." I am sure that screaming obscenities at my laptop did not help the situation, but I can't believe that people like this are allowed to live in America let alone breed other douche-bag waste of space children to carry their legacy of intolerance.

And on this subject, I can say one of the many things that I am sure will start an argument. There are a few people that posted comments on Nate's note on Facebook (Read it: I'm Nate, I'm Gay, and I'm Proud) that are hypocritical selfish and frankly I just want to punch them in the face. Do not, and I repeat DO NOT say you are supportive of someone and their lifestyle if you would vote against them in a heartbeat when it comes to their ability to love, marry, and create a family with the one they care for.

I don't care if you spend 20 hours out of the day talking to your beloved Jesus but keep him, and any other religious shenannigans out of court rulings and cases that have the ability to hinder another individuals quality of life. This isn't just for Christianity either. For ANY religious laws and doctrine that others may not follow or believe.

How would you feel if we adopted Jainism's rules and regulations which required the United States to be Vegan? I am sure you would raise hell if that happened. Or what if we adopted the Mormon's and the Muslim's policy on no alocholic beverages. Tell that to Billy Bob Joe sitting on his porch drinking a case of Bud light screaming about how the "Homo's" are ruining what America stands for.

If you don't believe in gay marriage don't get one. Grow up. Gain some tolereance. Or shut the fuck up.

A Racist Black-a-Jew

Yup - that's me. A Racist Black-a-Jew

(WARNING: The content following this disclaimer may be considered offensive.)


I hate Persians.

Ok, let me rephrase this, I "strongly dislike" Persians who are affiliated in any way to Pars Cuisine (working, managing, dining in etc.)

Why?

1) They are needy needy people. They have you running around the restaurant getting butt loads of butter, bread, raw onions and sumac for their eating pleasure with out saying "please" or "thank you."

2) They drink doogh. Doogh is this nasty ass yogurt drink that smells like an aquarium with rotten milk. It's yogurt, pepper, salt, random spices and occasionaly mint. It's salty and milky and the most UN-refreshing thing you could possibly consume.

3) Pars gives them "special treatment". If you are Persian you get free bread, extra rice, and your sides for free. Not to mention all the raw onion sprinkled with parsley they can handle. I dont remember going to an Italian restaurant where the Italians get extra pasta and free shit. I am pretty sure all the Hispanics and Mexicans that go to the New Mexican restaurants don't get bonus sopapillas and spanish rice for free. Annoying.

4) They can't just order from the god damn menu. They just tell you what they want and then you have to go in to the computer and create what meal they ordered. Various extras and sides and blah blah blah. I assume they are trying to make authentic Persian meals... but seriously.

5) Finnally. The thing that pisses me off the most. THEY ARE THE SHITTIEST TIPPERS EVER. I thought that the Native American population had the gold medal in Under Tipping, but the Persian folks have them beat. No matter how high the bill is, they won't tip more than 10 dollars. Last night I had a 6-top that racked up a tab higher thant $120 bucks. I got a wopping 9 dollars. NINE DOLLARS. I got six verbal thank you's, one guy hitting on me, and nine fucking dollars.
Two days ago I had a 3-top that even told the owner that I was a great server. And they left me 5 dollars on 74 dollar tab.


That is why I can't stand Persians. This is the most frustrating restaurant job that I have ever had. Ugh....

Decisions Decisions.

I got in to Colorado University's Law School!

I really didn't expect to get in to that school, and now that I have been accepted I don't know what to do. CU has an EXCELLENT law school with lots of great possibilities, but am I ready to move away from Albuquerque?

It is difficult to imagine moving to a city where I will know nobody. I am a social person who really love to spend time with my friends and family and thought of having to build from the ground up in a new city (in a new STATE) terrifies me.

Not to mention that CU's tuition is imaginable in comparison to UNM's law school, Colorado's cost of living is much more expensive, and it has a shit ton more snow. Ew.

I have no idea what to do. I don't want to be the decider anymore.

I dreamed this dream...

I had this dream last night... weirdest dream in the history of my life, and most of the people who read this were in it.

So, I am at my friend Hannah's baby shower and she doesn't look very happy with it. Her dad bought her a huge giant rock of a ring as a gift which seemed to cheer her up. We were playing baby shower games when I met some boy who was one of Hannah's distant cousins. He was super attractive so I was talking to him at the party. He suggested that we "go up to my place" instead of sticking around for the rest of the baby shower. I told him that I had a boyfriend and he said that he would be up for a threesome. So I said "ok" and off we went.

After the deed was done I left and met up with Jessica, Gilbert, Leonard, Nate, and AJ Rome (why? no clue) at a bar. We were drinking cosmopolitans and munching on nachos (it was pretty awesome, because Nate and Gilbert were 21!) when I got a call on my cellphone from that boy I met at the bridal shower. When I answered it though, it was his boyfriend. And he was pissed. He was involving the cops in an investigation because the boy was only 16 years old and he said that it was statutory rape.

I freaked out so we left the bar. Jessica and I were driving her bright red Jeep (*shrug*) and decided to run away. We bought this small apartment somewhere downtown New York. When we got there we realized it needed some fixing up so were were putting putty on the walls. Jessica realized she forgot her wallet at the store so she got mad and kicked a hole through the wall. I told her that the hole she kicked in the wall was a good idea because now we can have a fire place.

Gilbert showed up after he got off work (as a chip n' dale dancer I assume from what he was wearing) and brought us wine coolers and a fruit baskets as a welcome gift. Then he started crying because he was sad that Jessica was turning in to a lesbian to be with me. We tried to explain that we weren't lesbians but we were just roommates but he thought that if you lived together that you were dating.

After he stopped crying we left to go try and find Jessica's wallet but for some reason Jessica and I were holding hands. As friends.

Then I woke up.

I would like to submit that to a dream interpreter because its the weirdest dream ever.

You You You

Nothing much has changed since the last time I blogged, so I was trying to spare you all from hearing the same BS.


Working at Pars still... and currently trying to find another job. Everyone there (except for maybe 2 or 3 people) are weird, and very boring to talk to. The owner is a micro-managing drama queen that throws a fit when the smallest thing goes wrong. Luckily I haven't felt that wrath yet, but I really don't want to be around long enough to see it.

3-Hour diet failed. I have no self control when it comes to food anymore.

Brain is still on wacko mode, but now for more reasons then initially mentioned. I constantly feel like I am pissing people off, or offending people.. specifically my closest friends. I hope that if I am doing something to anger them, they would tell me so I can stop.
Jess' cabaret is making me feel like a sp-ed kid. I feel like I am behind on learning my harmony and that I get a fail minus in solo.
Good thing I picked law school over musical theatre.
But I am having fun - the difficult music makes me have to work harder :)

Relay for Life 2007, Right after Midnight

Relay for Life is this Friday night. I have participated for the last 5 years and I am excited to be participating this year. Walk for the Cure! Pet Storm is April 23rd and Spring Storm is April 25th (bright and early). I miss doing as much community service as I did before I graduated... SO I am trying to get back in the good habit.

Spring Storm 2008, Helping with breakfast

Pars and Stuff

YAY - I am now officially working at Pars. We will see how it goes. I am excited to be making money again... and to be busier... I hope this job keeps me busy enough. If I don't have enough to do then I get super lazy and I hate it.

I think I am the only one who blogs regularly anymore. Well Michele does... but I look at everyone else's bloggy thinggy and I see no recent updates. Busy I assume.

This week I have:
Birthday Dinner with Ryan
Birthday Drinks and such with Beth and Aaron
Birthday Party on Friday night
4 shifts of Training for Pars
and the SUPER scary Audition for Full Monty on Saturday.... super duper scary. I need to talk to Jess about what on earth I should sing for that.

My brain is on wacko mode. And I can't really explain it without having too many people ask questions and/or ruining some things. Ugh. I should sort that out.

On the BRIGHT side - I have officially started the 3 hour diet today. Its what I did freshman year of college that worked SO well... so hopefully it will work again.

Okey dokey. END

Jobless... Blows

Ok, I have had "almost" jobs around 3 times now. Hopefully Pars works out. I thought I was supposed to take a menu test today, but when I called this morning the head hancho wasn't there. AND wasn't coming in today. So I don't know when I am supposed to be taking care of that nonsense.

I am bored out of my mind. I am sick of cleaning. I want to be working and making money. I swear as soon as I get this job thing all worked out, I plan on working 50 hours a week for 3 weeks straight. Ahhhh... that would be so nice.

I have really enjoyed hanging out with people more and having some free time on my hands, but its making it impossible for me to make a schedule. Creating a food, exercise and sleep schedule is practically impossible. I feel useless and lazy and like I am getting nothing done... ever.
It sounds weird, but it is easier for me to fit in exercise everyday as long as I have a bunch of other stuff to do.

Ugh... this is annoying, I am annoyed... this totally sucks my ass.