California Dreamin' On A Snow Blizzard Day

I went to work Wednsday. The day of the Great Blizzard of 2004. At least that's what I'm calling it...or will call it when I tell my grandchildren. I have a feeling that I'm going to be one of those annoying old people who insist on sharing stories from back in the day. Judging by my current love of nostalgic Vh1 shows and scrapbooking I can only imagine that it will be ten times worse when I'm in my geriatric state. Anyway, I kept hoping that my boss would call me telling me not to bother coming in. But the amount of devotion Maldenians have for their Americanized Oriential food is undeniable. It could be Armeggedon- and I would still get orders for randgoon and General Tso's.
I did, however, get to leave early. My mother insisted on driving me home which was understandable because I really can't drive as it is.
Apparently bad driving is an inherited trait because my mom and I ended up in a ditch somewhere along the highway.
My aunt and uncle came out to help us but they couldn't make it to Anna's house, where we were going to stay. Thankfully there was a nice man who stopped right behind them to check on us. He was already on his way south and agreed to take us through town. One thing you have to know about me -- I'm something of a hopeless romantic... especially around the holidays. It comes from seeing that Lifetime movie "The Christmas Romance" way to many times. So, rather than thinking "Wow. We're about to get used and abused on the side of this highway," I was thinking "Hey- this guy seems really great for my mom." And he did. He even mentioned that he was a divorcee. He just seemed like a genuinely sweet guy. He probably wouldn't even mind her excessive conservatism or Johnny Depp obsession. It could have been a Christmas miracle taking place right there in that Yukon. Whenever I suggested this to my mom she said he was too young. Personally, I think she could go Demi Moore on his ass and give him a ring anyway. No one ever takes my advice.

Other good things that have happened aside from gettting stuck in snow drifts:
I finally got 'The O.C' DVD! There's just something about Orange County parties and hearing someone say "fresh margs" that just puts me in the Christmas spirit. And along with his recurring role as Dave Rygalski on The Gilmore Girls, that, my friends, is a whole lot of Brody viewing this holiday season.

When Procrastination Has Lost Its Fun

My term paper for English 4 was due today. In typical Bobbie fashion I waited until the day it was due to finish it. We got out of school at 12 so that left 3 hours to write the last two pages and site the entire paper. It was like a deranged version of "Beat the Clock." And I didn't. What was so frustrating was that I could have made it if it wasn't for my printer which devoured the first two papers outlining the significance of "The Feminine Mystique."
This wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't completely void of disks. So Anna, being the undyingly faithful friend that she is brings me a floppy. A pretty bright pink one actually.
I race to the school, going 90 to nothing, which is unusual for me since I normally drive like Miss Daisy to avoid involuntary manslaugher of puppies and little furry rodents.
I get to the school and Melanie, my English 4 teacher and cousin, had already left for the basketball game. I wasn't surprised since it was 3:15 and the paper was due at 3:00.
Murphy was still in his room however. I love Murphy --but he still scares the bejesus out of me sometimes. But only because I really respect him and don't want to look like a moron in front of him. Which I normally do. Like once during test review, when I said Jason Giambi was a philosopher. Genius.
Murphy and I discover that the disk won't transfer onto his computer. Probably because my computer is older than the Rosetta Stone. But Murphy is still my hero in old man sweaters and Dr. Scholls for trying.
Then K.Lo comes in trying to help. I'm surprised he didn't harass me about not having my majorette uniform in. He did , however, harass me about using Microsoft Works which is apparently the devil. Needless to say it wouldn't work on any of the computers. It was 3:45 and I was still reportless.
I finally got my report to print at home,two hours after it was due. I'm going to take it to Melanie's house tomorrow.
Most importantly, after having my first nervous breakdown I may have learned a lesson about procrastination. Or maybe not. I'll tell you later.

The Mis-Education of Bobbie: A Timeline

1993: enrolled in Kindergarten at Risco Elementary. There is really nothing to say about this year...we are pretty much equals. We take naps simultaneously on rugs in the floor and have people peel our oranges at lunch. Actually, I still need someone to peel my oranges at lunch.
1996: Third Grade - my best friend Tara H. moved away. We used to sit on the 'spider' on the playground and discuss "Home Improvement." She was the first person my age I had ever heard say "breasts" and once told me a joke about a hairy butt crack. She was so cool. After this I started hanging out with the third grade equivalent of the tough crowd. I got my first paddling for writing a note with cuss words in it. Which I still say is unjust. Anyway, the school administration would use this incident to argue in favor of corporal punishment because I've never been in trouble at school since. I would disagree. But, whatever.
1997: Fourth Grade - I remember we had a school dance that year. We were given the recess to find a date before they were assigned to us. Just when the cute boy in the desk behind me was about to make his move Mrs. W. busts up in the classroom telling me I'm going with Tyler. Talk about unjust. This was the beginning of my relationship problems.
2000: Junior high - I was a truly offensive looking kid. I had buck teeth, bushy eyebrows, a bad haircut and a horrible fashion sense. The fashion thing has changed. Although some may disagree, I happen to think I've got wicked style. I could be in Vogue. If I resorted to a diet of water and Metrecal.
It was during this time that I developed a crush on Jordan from my class. Of course, he wasn't feeling it. I did have buck teeth and bushy eyebrows. Then he moved away.
It was also during this time that I met one of my best friends, Hannah. She was able to save me from fierce persecution from the more elite among Junior High students by being as big of a loser as me. We authored wierd stories and ate lunch alone. For that I will always love her.
2001: we met Anna (another of my best friends who I am actually going to college with) and became the unstoppable trio of dorks. We shared everything together and bonded over a hatred of physical education.
2003: Tenth Grade - I take a creative writing class and fall for the offbeat guy in the back of the class making snide yet witty remarks about high school, the government, Mrs. M.'s voice and just about anything else he could think of. Although everyone already knows, I'll withold names for the protection of the innocent (or possibly easily embarassed). In the end it didn't work out. I suppose neither one of us really felt comfortable in showing the other who we really were. So we're just friends. Great guy though. Wrote a damn good opinion column for that creative writing class too.
2004: I'm still a geek, probably always will be. I'll probably never really fit in with everyone. I'll probably never walk as a homecoming candidate. I'll never be considered one of the token 'hot' girls at school. But it honestly doesn't bother me. And I'm not saying that in a 'screw conformity' kind of way. I am a conformist. There are times when we all try to fit in. But I love my life. I'm happy with who I am. I have a great group of friends that crack me up ( especially Mare...our freshie and one of my favorite people in the world). Its like for the first time we all understand who we are. Plus, we'll never have to eat lunch alone.

"You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal... Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club."

I Want Your Tech, Baby

I may have found my Seth Cohen, a slightly shorter more gentile version of the original, but very adorkable indeed. He was a young tech guy working on the computers and was in our Mythology and English 4 class on Friday. The whole crew thought he was cute and we all went in to Melanie's room freaking out about him being in our presence. Because, lets face it, there aren't a whole lot of Risconian men of the cute nerd variety. But he did seem very nice. I need a nerd. I like a guy who looks like he'd whisper sweet nothings my ear, but while using really large words that I may or may not understand. Plus, I liked his specks.
Hopefully, the computer system will shut down more often....oh right, that shouldn't be a problem.


"...you are the Danny Tamborelli to my...uhh...other Pete." --Me

Confessions of a (Semi) Bilingual Waitress

I work at a cross-cultural restaurant, Chinese owners, Chinese and Mexican cooks, and American waitresses. No seriously. And it works better than you'd think. Anyway, I've become inspired to actually pay attention to Graves en la clase de espanol. I need to know what Senor Tellanovella is saying to me back in the kitchen when he's being all stalkery and stuff. My manager says he's kind of weird and always stares at girls. Excellent. And not all sexually harassing.
Its really kind of ironic considering the rumor my mythology class was starting about my having an elicit affair with an oriental man at work (General Tso) never caught on. Kind of disappointing actually. And now I have a Tellanovella on my hands.
Me vida es muy malo.

Obscure Thoughts of the Day

Have you ever noticed that on "The Swan" they always give the women breast implants? Did you ever notice that the surgeons are always male?

Also... If I had a punk rock/emo band I would call it "Free Winona." Although I think I would be more suited for 8O's glam-rock, It is a darn good name and makes me want a band. Who's with me? Now...before you sign up you should know that I can't really play guitar or sing. I do however have an appreciation for sparkly sequined jumpers and Aquanet.

That is all.


"I can say 'I want to lick Grissom' in three different languages."--Mare

Two Geeks, A Freak, and a Mexican Place

I just got back from our birthday expedition (Happy 17th Han) to the Bluff. We went to Maya's to eat, then to Hastings where Mare purchased the greatest birthday president ever...a classic VHS edition of Wayne's World. Party on. Plus, I saw a box set with the entire series of Freaks and Geeks, and pretty much told the entire store about it in my excitement. At which point, this Hastings employee, with this long stringy hair, turns to me and says, "tsia, thats a good show." Rock on dude, like your Michael Bolton hair. And then I'm all like, "totally! I love that show!" I really have no idea why i'm posting this. I guess you just had to be there, but I think I could bond with this guy. Not in a romantic way, but more like on Sling Blade when Billy Bob Thorton plays that weird guy who likes mustard and biscuits and befriends that little kid. Yeah.
Mare and I spent the rest of the evening embarassing Anna and Hannah by chasing them with an air horn in Walmart parking lot. What can I say, we embrace our inner geekness.

HOLY CRAP, I love T.V Guide. And have recieved new O.C news. It is slightly dissapointing however. They are never going to reveal Summers evil alcoholic, manic-depressive, stepmother.They are messing with the greatest parents in the history of television by bringing in a love interest into the Sandy, Kirsten relationship. Dammit Schwartz, you're going to kill the Kandy. Consider your ass officially kicked.
Aww...screw it. You guys don't care. C.S.I punks. ;)