A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

january 30

weight: 122
bodyfat: 21.5

kcal: :)
vasa: 64!

gym: no.
write: yes
dog: yes! one mile +

i woke up at 2:15pm and the rest of the day was fairly worthless...after running around SF all day yesterday and then only falling asleep at 5ish, it was probably to be expected...i was exhausted. changed out of jammies briefly to take dog for walk, which was the most productive thing i did today. then came back in, showered and put on new jammies.

am so tired, i actually only posted pictures to the flog-- no captions yet...i'll do THAT tomorrow...hmm, hope i'm not coming down with bizarre asian bird flu thing. eek.

night night.

finally, i get around to doing this...

i'm doing the friday five for the first time...

Jan 30, 2004

Answer the following five questions in your weblog or journal.

You have just won one million dollars:

1. Who do you call first?

both of my lawyers.

2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself?

a student loan-free life. ah, my fondest dream come true. :p

3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else?

this. for my mom.

4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?

Delta Gamma Center for Children with Visual Impairments, Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research, st. patrick's cathedral, the make-a-wish foundation...so many more. if i were the sultan of brunei or someone else insanely well off, ALL i would DO is give money away...

5. Do you invest any? If so, how?

see number 2. also, i'd buy a crib in red hook. ;) whadda you looking at? i ain't BOUGIE.

january 29

weight: 123
bodyfat: 21.5

kcal: :)
vasa: don't ask. two greco grande capps after kappi at home.

gym: no. but i think hiking down and up from coit tower totally counts
write: yes
dog: no. i SUCK.

i had such a good day :)

had so much fun with my newest friend, SAS, stayed in SF wayyy longer than i had planned to (which is always a good sign, no?) and fell in love with e's brain. i just love the way she thinks. how did i get THIS lucky? seriously, my best friend is hot AND smart. :)

got home at almost 2am...

can't believe i went to greco TWICE today. double the pleasure...

kept my promise to SAS, there was nothing but Pixies in the civic, all day. did my life really change? actually, it did. not just b/c i have a new friend-- but b/c my new friend is a bomb photographer, and he taught me stuff i never would've figured out. i LOVE learning shtuff. :)

all that caffeine has me wired. i just had some warm milk, hope it kicks in, i didn't sleep well last night at ALL...and i want a very active friday. the dog had been neglected, and i promised her a 1.5 mile walk, minimum. i know i neglected her today, but sometimes you just have to avail yourself of a rare opportunity...like when someone from nyc is in town, and you want to meet them for what will be the first of many times. i also love the fact that i was with E just *last* thursday...if i can keep seeing her weekly, i'll nail one of the NYResolutions i care most about. keep meaning to post those to the blog...maybe tomorrow. there's a post or three percolating in me head.

listened to the colloquial greek cd in the car on my way home from, 1-2am b/c the radio sucked...am THRILLED with how much greek i actually know/remember. how many languages DO i know...deep down...? hmmmm.

okay. shower and then bed. it's late enough. i'll flog tomorrow, during chocolate protein'd breakfast.

must remember:
"that's not MoMA."
chinese torchiere lamp lines in chinatown
candy from sfpd

"what police station do you work out of?"
"central."
"what's your name? oh...(nametag) eric a. ...do you know tim, he's also SFPD?"
"sure, i do. what's your name?
"anna."
"(looks me up and down) oh, it's YOU..."

harry potter statues
karate kid drums
anna signs- an= "safe" na= "a girl's name"

"you're so...cute."
"are you trying to say i'm STUPID?"
"noooo."

inefficient fashion
fishnets
"i will throw my body down, and GET you that parking space"

"is there anything you can't do? draw? can you draw? okay. you probably can't..."
"um, she paints."
"you can draw?! you paint!?"
" there are PLENTY of things i can't do, E"
"like?"
"find someone to marry me, find a job i like and will thus stay at for a year+...oh and raise my FICO"

"omgosh you save EVERYTHING...i LOVED that purse!"
we switch purses. :)

"hello, would you like best italian food in-"
"save it. i've been coming here 8 years."

annoying, lovesick waiters
"i WILL tongue you, if necessary. i have no issues with breaking his heart."

"i pretended to go down on harry potter"
"i can't take her ANYWHERE."
"look, i have pictures!"
"oh my GOD anna."

random, random, random. the whole day random.
to carpaccio or not to carpaccio
univision filming ugly white middle aged morons
"you're dressed to kill today."
squid ink linguini
"i'm kosher!"
"that does it. he keeps staring. prepare to get tongued."
"do you know where i can find an indian rabbi?"
"why do i have to rsvp? i'm FAMILY."
linux and penguins
oh wait, financial analytics. woops.
morgan-approved?

"she's SF's paris hilton."
"that works, b/c that would make you nicole ritchie."
"oh i don't know..."
"you're nicer and you have a bigger rack. you're nicole."

park slope is trendy, red hook is not.
"i can't say that i miss canal st."
you know tony kanal? "well...if he was on friendster..."
"you don't need queer eye." "no, he's queer!"

"we shouldn't talk about lipgloss..."
"no, E he's from NY! it's okay!"
"ohhh. you're a meterosexual!"

blog. blog blog. blog blog blog.
the american zoetrope offices

pbj everyday vs pbj virginity
"did peanut butter feel strange to you? the texture of it? were you prepared for how it sticks to the roof of your mouth?"
"yes, it was odd..."
"i can't believe you THOUGHT to ask him that! i LOVE how your brain works."

"you're the most beautiful friend that i have"
"i want that picture. it looks like a sari!"
"should we break in?"
no more flash

me almost breaking someone's face by UCSF
"let it go."
"see? THAT proves my point. CA are assholes, and NYers are the nice ones!"
"i know."
"a NYer would've been irritated, but they would've figured out we were getting directions. they're smarter, and less RUDE. oh, and that's why people didn't think i'm a CA."
"why's that?"
"i'm MEAN."

eighth? no, HAIGHT.
"keep the map? what do i look like, a girl?"

"i'm no tomboy!"
"you fix cars..."
"yes, in diesel and heels!"

opposites attract...sometimes.
"if i'm ever in new york, you're schlepping me all over brooklyn!"

the angle of my life changes, again, today...

feel weird.

am meeting the legendary, elusive Side.Angle.Side in the city...have that delicious feeling i get *so* rarely...when i'm going to meet someone for the first time. a few butterflies, if you will...a slightly giddy sense of adventure. oh let's call it a welcome bit of exhilaration, and call it a bad paragraph. that way i can get to the POINT.

so.

i had this outfit ready to go, classic anna, the original skirt i wore to st. veronica's back in the third grade...then i talked to SAS, watched a little TV, did some stuff around here...and was suddenly seized with the all-consuming "avesham" (there is not better word, not in english, no) to go in to the garage, in to the forbidding storage area, in to the past, really. i have 100+ pairs of shoes, maybe as many as 170 pairs, divided between here and nyc...some go as far back as 1993...and that's where i went. 1993.

feel different.

i was a very, VERY different girl eleven years ago, that goes without thinking too much about, i mean, we all were radically different people when kurt cobain was still alive...i didn't think the way i do now, much less dress the way i do now...but i obviously looked exactly the same. my face has never changed. people in L.A. who haven't seen me in 27 years randomly walk up to me and say, "ende theyvameh...thampy'd molla" ("my god, it's thampy's daughter"). then, they tell me "your face is same!". yes, i know. so. the only thing that remains constant is the chin and the eyes and the strange little "phrygian" nose.

in 1993, my feet were ensconced in VERY different vehicles. that was the year i spent entirely in a fully-immobilising leg brace, that went from my upper thigh all the way down past my calf. i was headed for knee surgery and dreading it. i was obviously, not wearing a stiletto heel. odd, i just realised that my knee has been acting up this week, for the first time in years, really...how apposite then, that i should reach back in time for an "Anna" who was far more familiar with such obstacles...

snake.

only one of you will understand that, and that's fine.

i'm late.

if none of this makes sense, be assured that the revolution will be flogged much later today (tomorrow, really), and then you'll see, and understand, for yourself. new order is stuck in my head. it's my senior quote, from the yearbook.

"i feel so extraordinary, something's got a hold on me...
get this feeling i'm in motion, a sudden sense of liberty."

january 28

weight: 121
bodyfat: 21.5

kcal: :)
vasa: 40

gym: no. tired and knee still injured.
write: yes
dog: no.

as you can see from the photo above and the post below, i was with my godson the pudgesicle today. :)
there are loads of pictures of this happy event on the flog, right now. he's soooo cute. it was a lovely way to waste a day. i haven't seen him in over a month, thanks to holiday insanity and other lameness. NOW my life feels normal again, now that i've been bit, drooled on, had my bracelets yanked and my hair stuffed in to someone's tiny mouth. :D

aside from that, i felt guilty that i didn't spend more time with rani...she actually whimpered at me today and started to cry...i felt like satan. :(

don't know if i'll get to chill with her tomorrow either, b/c i'll be out and all over the place...eeek.

went to "del taco" today for the first time, per S A's roomie's ridiculously glowing recommendation. it's good. will listen to roomie far more often now. had the spicy jack quesadilla, like he said to...wow. i couldn't believe it was fast food. okay, we have a new addiction to add to the jack in the box jalapenos and whataburger taquitos list. what a tiny list.

realised somewhat guiltily today that i am no longer a vegetarian, am rather a dairytarian. all i drink is milk, all i eat is cheese-laden things. this can't be good. i think it's been almost a week since i've had raw vegetables. :( bad, bad anna.

i can't do anything about that now, but i can go to bed. it's 3:12 am. seems like the right thing to do. had warm milk over two hours ago...it's finally kicking in.

'night...

p.s. while i sleep, perchance to dream, enjoy this picture of pudge opening my xmas gift to him...while he could care less about the outfit, he was thrilled with attempting to eat the tag...

baby boy you stay on my mind...think about you all the time, i see you in my dreams...

i'm off to see my godson, the most delectably FAT baby i know...

and sachin? i can say that b/c you're no longer FAT. :) so no kvetch-y comments about my not being loyal to the original fat baby, etc. got it? you know akka loves you soooo much.

awww, fat cheeks are BLISS. obviously there will be pictures later on the flog. now if you'll excuse me, there is a cherubic face just WAITING to be vandalised by my lipglosh.

january 27

weight: 121
bodyfat: 21.5

kcal: :)
vasa: 30

gym: no. tired and knee still injured.
write: yes
dog: yes! one mile walk.

i'm tired and i'm going to bed.

my whole day is totally well-recorded on the flog, so go there if you want a piece of me.

i'm so proud of myself for finally taking care of the DMV, mail, deluxe dog-walk needs etc now if only costco carried GOLD...the day would've been flawless. :)

'night

daddy used to make this for me...

nikitha, sachin et al. look. i'm drinking warm milk with sugar so that i'll go to sleep. this worked when i was four. let's see if it still does...the words on the mug can't hurt, right?

make it stop! make it stop!

i was looking through my stats and refs to see if people were stumbling upon this newest area of the blog, and i saw an url that looked interesting, so i clicked. bad, bad move anna.

"...(it's) a site that describes sex with dolphins. Classic randomness and a little disturbing that someone put this much thought into it.

They were talking about this on Don & Mike today. Be warned: It's a how-to guide for having sex with dolphins. Be further warned: The site also has information on having sex with geese, dead people, and -- I hesitate to say this -- curing masturbation.

Looking farther down on the page there is indeed similar information about geese, and having sex with dead people. Fun fun fun!"

as if the child-sex-traffic article a few posts down wasn't horrific enough, there is actually an entire WEBSITE that helps you with zoophilia, which is WAY different from bestiality, b/c APPARENTLY one is love and the other is rape...

what
the
fuck?

...are there really people who want to go down on or have sex with dolphins??? why??? what did the dolphin EVER do to you? aaaaack! there's even warnings about NOT taking it in the ASS from a dolphin?!

WARNING! In the considerations of safety, you should NEVER let a male dolphin attempt anal sex with you. The Bottle-nose dolphin member is around 12 inches, very muscular, and the thrusting and the force of ejaculation (A male can come as far as 14 feet) would cause serious internal injuries, resulting in peritonitus and possible death. Unless you are the masochistic type, you will have a hard time explaining your predicament to the doctors in the emergency ward....

that FABULOUS little blurb is just a smidgen of what you'll find at that site. if i had a dollar for every "wtf" that has gone through my mind in the last five minutes, i'd have new diesels tomorrow. the WORST aspect of this is that the "how to" sex guide for dolphins is WAY less disturbing than the guides for geese...or...*shudder*...necrophilia. i think my migraine just got worse. they even co-opt gay activist/cultural language, talking about how they are in the closet etc etc...i'm offended on behalf of every queer and dyke in the country. aligning your freak show with gay rights plays in to the religious right's mischaracterization of homosexuality as a deviant lifestyle. for shame, dolphin-fuckers, for SHAME!

oh and b/c this all makes so much fucking sense, this website, which tells you how to give a handjob to a dolphin, dig up the dead for your pleasure and fellate a goose...also has a very religious guide on how to STOP masturbation. listen, freaks...you people should all DISCOVER masturbation and practice it incessantly. at least that way you'd leave innocent dolphins, geese and corpses alone. *shudder*

i'm coming out of the closet; i used an online dating site and LIVED TO TELL ABOUT IT!

though i'm not using it for its intended purpose (i don't think its creators had me laughing maniacally at sad indian boys and their pathetic form letters in mind when they developed it) every once in a while, i will log on to browndating dot com to get my weekly dose of comedy and hate mail. i once saved all of the best messages and wrote a short story with them...b/c there's just so much material BEGGING to be mocked and made in to something useful. anyway.

i like friendster more than this site when it comes to online meat marketing, but letters like this (which i get once every few months) aren't too shabby...

Dime,

Wow, you are hilarious.

As a fellow New Yorker, I completely understand your aversion to bullshit. I love 'em, but Californians are experts when it comes to bullshit. Well, I'm not Malalayee, but I am Christian, so I know I'm not your type and thus won't get a reply, but why not try. I live in San Diego now, and just got my Master's in Bioengineering. I will be going to Berkeley for my PhD in the fall, but will probably move to the Bay Area soon. I'm from the New York suburbs originally, but moved out to California 3 years ago for grad school. I love the laid back lifestyle here, but have retained my East Coast sarcasm and wit...I'm not going to say much more (that would just give me the opportunity to break one of the rules), but I will say that I am intrigued...

i've actually made no less than eight friends in the last year thanks to that site...which is far more than i got from the big F. one of these eight is especially dear to all of you who ogle: the triathlete who designed the interval training/EFA schedule that shredded me solidly and dropped me from my plateau'd 24% to 20. so all in all, i'd say my alliance with this odd little url has added value to my life...and lines to my abs. ;)