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I'm the worst storyteller

For a few reasons. First of all, I can't verbally articulate for shit (which is why I like blogging/writing). It's really weird. If you compare stuff I'd say in real life to posts you'd find on here, you probably wouldn't make the connection that it's coming from the same person. In my opinion at least. I'm sure my poor public-speaking abilities have swayed my first impressions more towards "ice queen" and away from "zomg let's be friends!" I love it when it someone decides we're finally cool (for lack of a better word), so they don't feel so bad about tearing down my first impression. Yeah, I know I don't charm the pants off people right away. No, I can't help it if my default face is "bitch" (can't stand the term, but again, for lack of a better word).

The simpler explanation for being a sucky storyteller is the boring content. What can I say, drama-free's the way to be. But an epic blowout with your boyfriend would make for good conversation. Just once, Raf. We work things out pretty fast anyways.

Case in point:

"Well, I didn't mean to scratch his face that hard. Anyways, a few seconds after I left the room I heard the crash against the wall"

"He was fuming. The windshield just looked like a giant spiderweb"

"Swear to god I was gonna walk away from everything at that moment. I couldn't handle this shit anymore"

"It must've been 55 mph when he jumped out of the car. I didn't even notice until I saw him rolling in the rearview mirror"

And what about you Kristine?

"Um, we just didn't talk for a few days?"

Inception

Watch it. All I'm gonna say.

For those that have seen it, I'm loving all the theories that people are coming up with - like this one (I don't really agree with it, but it's an interesting read nonetheless).

Lastly, the suits galore in this movie were a definite bonus.

It's Friday, I'm in...pain?

I always feel like such a lame-o every time I'm the first person who decides to go home from kicking it ("yup-yup", haha). But by the time Friday night rolls along, I feel like I just can't hang anymore. I'm obviously doing something wrong because it's gotten exponentially worse in the past month or so. My body's achy 24/7, and I struggle to keep my energy at a functional level by midday. There's always the weekend to try to recuperate, but it's a continuous cycle because I'd rather fit as much activities as possible on my only free days than spend it wasting the morning/afternoon away in bed. So basically all I want to say is that I feel like shit. Woe is me.

Anonymous Formspring Lurker

You kinda helped me realize my ability to indirectly piss someone off without even trying. So thank you. But try harder next time. Stay mad! ;)

Til Next Year

I can't contain my excitement!

If you don't already know, I've become hooked on fútbol thanks to the amazingness that is the World Cup. La Furia Roja edged out Paraguay to make it into the semifinals, so that calls for spamming my own blog with some GIFs!

Team España - some Torres & Ramos love

Hasn't been playing up to par since he's not 100% yet, but I still got faith. I mean look at this guy.

Piqué

San Iker has the best GIFs, I love this guy. Well deserved "Man of the Match" today.

Throwing in some Kaká for good measure

And Ronaldo too I guess

As for y'all that don't like this post:

Foodie/fatty post?

It's 12:32am, and I'm tired as fuhh. For the third time this week, I ate to the point of unbuttoning-of-the-pants. Despite feeling like shit from all this excessive food consumption (and lack of gym time), it's been damn worth it. I mean, a mini Babybel and a cup of coffee in the morning will only suffice for so long. Black coffee, 3 vanilla creamers, half a Splenda, add a little hot water to dilute. Everyday. I suppress myself so much during the workweek that these binges are bound to happen. There's also a part of me that just wants to see how far I can take it in terms of eating and gaining weight. Probably over-analyzing here but when people can't seem to think of something else to say to me besides "You're so small/tiny!" (like, EVER), I want to eat just to spite the world. Underlying body issues? Whatever, it's probably just tonight's beer talking.

Speaking of which, I don't know what took me so long to get hooked on beer. Imagine what that would've done to me at 198, my god. I've always been the wino of the group - cabernets, pinot grigios and rieslings FTW - but now I feel like I have some catching up to do start working my way up to "beer connoisseur" status. I owe it all to a trip to Yardhouse one fateful night and this:

Before trying this, I hated beer. Afterwards, I saw the light. Simple as that. Sidenote: my mom fronted me about drinking beer by myself in my room. She saw the empty cans in the recycling...lol...

As for what I've consumed the past 3 days (with Raf's help):

The Mission at Mission Beach

Papas Loco with scrambled eggs. Quite possibly one of THE best plates of breakfast I've had in my life. Rosemary potatoes, grilled jalapeños, black beans, cheese, avocado, and sour cream.

Desayuno Burrito. Large tortilla filled with potatoes, eggs, cheese, beans, scallions, and chipotle cream.

Chocolat in Hillcrest

Ginger mango sake2me & a glass of Riesling.

Gelato. Forgot the name of this behemoth of a dessert but it had at least milk chocolate, dark chocolate and hazelnut.

Strawberries and pastry cream crepe.

Wa Dining OKAN on Convoy

Marinated Tuna and Avocado Spring Roll.

Lightly Roasted Bonito Sashimi

Deep fried tofu with tempura sauce

Sand borer "Kisu" Fish Tempura

Roasted Duck with Green Onion

Rice Ball in Broth (Salmon)

I'm still recovering from fair food from last weekend to be honest...