Wednesday, December 12, 2007

This bottle of wine

Don't you analyze me
there's no apparent link between
the days that he leaves
and my reoccuring dreams
and how I just can't sleep
unless I've had a drink
or five.
-Maria Mena

Since the sixth grade I have had these stupid dreams where the world ends that just pop up whenever I am feeling stressed. Ummm...issues much? Finals week needs to be over and then I can breath.

In two weeks life really begins: California Christmas, New Years in LA, then up to Salt Lake City to start my new job.

Currently feeling: restless as hell and bitter towards Noam Chomsky.

BUT excited for LA because I haven't been since April:

P.S. I look so very short in this picture!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

I'm dreaming

of a white Christmas.

I woke up this morning to a coat of fresh snow and the smell of my favorite turkey bacon. Poured myself a cup of coffee and laced up my running shoes. Went for a short jog because the air was making my lungs feel simultaneously on fire and frozen solid. Still, the scenery? Amazing. It finally felt like Christmas time.

With that in mind I am pleased to give you my all white Christmas wish-list.

These beautiful Marc by Marc Jacobs ankle boots that I stare at daily on

A white Blackberry Pearl because I think I need internet access when I'm hanging out in airports, right?

And a very pale skinned, fantastic dressing, SLC boy to keep me warm during the month of January. You hear that? I may be talking to you. But you only get January...that's it.
(Photo from none other than the sartorialist. Love him.)

Lastly, I would LOVE to not have my best friend moving far away from me, but out of all the far out things I listed above this is the one that will for sure not be happening. Oh well my dear Kyl, here's to both of us attending UC schools in another year maybe? And Europe in the spring? Russian mafia?

(Except what I'm getting is a coffee maker and a toaster and a new dictionary. I am actually quite thrilled about all 3.)

Here's to you Mr. Tomlinson

(Sung to the tune of Mrs. Robinson)

So I know I don't seem like the type of person who is into football, I actually seem quite the opposite, but I pretty much love it.

My team is the Chargers and today they had an amazing game. It's been the first game since they (wrongly) let go of Marty as their head coach that I've REALLY enjoyed watching. I love my Chargers boys. It would have been nice if the Broncos would have lost rather than pretty much dominated the Chiefs because that would have secured the AFC West for us, but still. Today is a good day.

Lord I am a dork. Haha, love it.

Saturday, December 8, 2007


Weekends are amazing lately.

Last weekend was lots of wine and dinner dates with Kyl and the formation of a certain Team Vibe.


Chae: Ummm...your "team" practically had a search party out for you and when I said that I didn't know where you were Kyl slapped me in the mouth.

Me: Why were you so worried about me?

Kyl: Because you wander when you drink!

Me: Fair enough.

Team Vibe is actually reuniting tonight for margaritas I believe. Blended and strawberry, please and thank you.

Last night Kyl and I ended up in the only dive bar in St. George dancing the night away with Peejarama and Wazzach while the local hicks/latinos gawked. Pretty great.

Saturday morning phone call to Kyl:

Me: I can't sleep because my whole bed smells like cigarettes. My hair smells like cigarettes. My body smells like cigarettes. I feel like I've been sleeping in an ash tray full of Marlboro.

Other than that my weeks are full of work, school and studying for my flight attendant test. Pick up couch, replace with table. Paint wall green. Jenny hates it. Paint wall yellow. My navy tights are splattered with paint. But if you have to work retail you mine as well work in a place where you can paint and listen to Bjork, The Shins, and Rufus Wainwright singing Christmas carols. Come home, stare at computer and try to focus on homework. When homework is finished pick up Skywest packet and memorize abbreviations. VSI = Visual Service Indicator and so on...

Lastly, this is why my family is great and living with them through Christmas will be bearable. The ninja. He gets moved all around the house and you have to think of new funny places to put him. I started taking pictures to document the adventures of the ninja.

No, not even my pumpkin spice coffee is safe from the ninja.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The best phone convo since the Brody and Spencer breakup.

The phone rings:

Jay: Amanda, do not let us down.
Me: Mmmmm, I'll try my best not to?
Jay: Well then please tell me you're drunk.
Me: Hahaha! No! Sorry, sober since Saturday.
Jay: Damn it.
Me: Why?
Jay: Because we're playing kind of like a phone scavenger hunt and we need to talk to a drunk person.
Me: Oh and I'm the first person you call?
Jay: No...but Maddie didn't answer...
Me: Hahahaha! Fair enough.
Jay: Go get drunk, quick!
Me: I don't even have any alcohol in the house.
Jay: No way. We'd heard you've changed...but this? This is too much.
Me: So sorry.

And later a text message:

Me: So did you win? And am I forgiven for not being drunk?
Jay: We lost. In the words of Lauren Conrad, "We want to forgive you...and we want to FORGET you."

Thursday, November 29, 2007

She says let's get moving.

Along with winter comes Minus the Bear.

With a good pair of boots, a scarf, a vanilla latte; my iPod tucked carefully into the pocket of my pea coat and they ask:

maybe come with me to the coast
and watch how the rain comes down?

Bye bye Maddie. Her moving party was Monday. Mucho fun. Vodka crans outside of Best Buy and Ryan informing me that Robert Plant made a CD with Alison Kraus while YuYa complimented my DI shoes. Good times.

I chatted up life with Karms on the phone outside cuz Groskreutz kept telling me that I wasn't allowed to "talk philosophical" at his "birthday dinner."

His birthday is in December.

Today I bought a pair of moccasin-esque boots at the Catholic thrift store (if you see me in the next bit remind me to tell you about what the priest said to me so you can give me your opinion as to whether or not he was hitting on me...) and wanted to run to her work to show them to her but realized that I would have to settle for a text.

Manda: Dear Pocahontas, yay for thrift store boots that make me feel connected to my little Indian best friend though she is far away!

And in case you don't know why she is Pocahontas...Exhibit A:

This weekend is going to be an adventure. Newly single Kaila, Michael Jackson dance party at a famous Kyl shindig and maybe a show. I am determined to take pictures. Oh, and hair cut tomorrow...yikes?!

Friday, November 23, 2007

To whom it may concern:

Dear girl who came into my work carrying an authentic Balenciaga Motorcycle in mustard,

I hate you. And those "vintage" earings you purchased for $25 were at the DI last week. God that felt good.



Dear St. George UT Target,

They're called Radiohead...and they're kind of really well known and amazing...perhaps you should start carrying their music? Also, Rilo Kiley is the name of a band not a person and should therefor be filed under R not K.



Dear Self,

You need a sugar daddy. Bad. Christmas is less than a month away and you really need a Blackberry and a pair of Chanel wing tipped boots. Perhaps with Miss Lohan apparently dating some thug she met in rehab Mr. Lagerfeld himself is available?

Just an idea,


Dear SLC,

I just found out that Miss Maddie herself will be heading northward at the same time as yours truly. Just so you know, liquor stores tend to get robbed when we come around.


Maffie and Madanba

Thursday, November 22, 2007

It's time to get away.

So I am officially going to make a job out of my disdain of staying in one place.

I start flight attending in January.

Me: This interview is taking forever, I better get hired damn it.
Mom: Or at least laid by a hot pilot.
Me: Classy mom, classy.

My darling mother, and now it is Thanksgiving. She is pretending at domesticity while my grandmother hovers nearby.

Shall I let you all in on a secret? Okay. If there is one thing that Spanish/Irish Catholics can do it is fight. If there is a second thing we can do it is DRINK.

So you can imagine our holidays. My grandmother asked if I wanted Bailey's and coffee, I said yes expecting a mild concoction and a jolt of caffeine.

Wrong. My grandmother's Bailey's and coffee is basically just Bailey's. Now it is 3:30 and I am a bit tipsy, hiding from criticism in the computer room under the disguise of an overly dedicated student.

I will write more later.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

When Harry Met Sally

Sally: Harry, you're going to have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling you have at the exact momment you have them.

Prediction: I will spend my Saturday night the same way I spent my Friday; doing homework until 3AM and eating twice my body weight in cookies.

Rinse and repeat.

P.S. Jenny has turned me into an ebay addict. My new necklace, it's basically a 4 inch owl on a chain and it cost me $4.60 with shipping.

I am still on the lookout for burgandy suede boots and a red candle chandelier.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Rupert Murdoch is being sued.

Which should make for a wonderful morning.

But then there is the bank lady saying, "credit this, and credit that..." and all I am thinking is: how many colors of the American Apparel v-necks should I order?

Sometimes you buy turquoise shoes to make up for your purple couch getting cinged. Irons irons irons. Or cigarettes? I'll never tell.

Tonight could be about the movies. Across the Universe? But I miss intense conversations about communism over even more intense vodka crans. and lord am I bored of it all. Just 5 more days.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Day 4 of my no pants strike.

So I've been refusing to wear pants lately. No, it is not a political move. Please.
Pants and I just need a break from one another. We will meet again soon.

I had such a good weekend! So relaxed and carefree. (Mom: That is because you didn't drink. Me: Or perhaps it is because I wasn't wearing pants?)

Friday night was Sushi with Maddie and the boys. I have missed them. I have missed edamame just as much. Alex does not eat anything white, we made him try a roll with mayo. He nearly died.

See that little skull? Well when they searched me...
Me: Sometimes you just need to put on big sunglasses and dance to Beyonce.

Saturday night I met up with some old friends turned new Salt Lake peeps. I love witnessing how people change, it's fascinating.

Plus it was a prolific shopping weekend. Thank the lovely for used furniture and clothes.

Fucshia suede coat. Mandarin Collar. Silk Lining. Vintage in the accurate rather than trendy sense of the word. It's a thing of beauty...I have the best coat collection ever.

Dishes for my new mismatched kitchen. Black and green and red and yellow. They'll look perfect on my spray painted table. You know, purposely poor looking.

I feel like life is calming down and going back to normal. I finally feel like myself again. Hope life is well for everyone else. Peace and love.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ode to my yellow heels.

Because they are missing.

We have had a lot of good times together old friends.

You came with me to the Damien Rice show, to Vegas where we partied with some royal people from the UAE with Kay's aunt, a couple weekends ago I paired you with skinny black jeans on what turned out to be a very bad night...and this was the last night we spent together. I'm sorry that I got a little tipsy and had to carry you home, but it's hard to walk in high heels after a few.

This is a tragedy.

I feel so sad that I never got to say goodbye.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Old friends

are basically the best.

Talking to Stephanie this weekend was exactly what I needed in my life. We seriously could not have grown up to be more opposite and yet the second we talk we fall into this very familiar, very us, rhythm.

I need this girl in my life, with all her quirky humor and hilarious stories there is no way you can do anything but laugh at times. I'm reminded of all the times she put on her iPod and rocked out by herself to Jay-Z. Yup. Love her.

Here is an extremely old picture of the two of us, I feel that it matches my nostalgic mood. Seriously though, I'm wearing my first pair of skinny jeans in this picture. Wow.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Where to go?

Rufus Wainwright says in his song Going To a Town: I'm so tired of America.

"Tell me, do you really think you'll go to hell for having loved?" -Rufus Wainwright.

I couldn't be more with you right now Rufus.
I woke up this morning with this immediate aching.
Can I please be in London?

My mom suggests back to Cali, bleak. I wish I had enough money to just pick up and go back to South America. or Mexico. but I know that I want to do Amsterdam next summer and that costs money.

This restlessnes, it passes. It settles.

And then there is Salt Lake. Maybe San Diego again? Stolen maps, Kettner Blvd and the Casbah. It's a good city.

On another note, I need my newest tattoo touched up.

The placing is perfect, the color is fading.

Also, I have become in LOVE with baking pies these days. So unlike me, I know. Here is my homemade apple pie made completely from scratch (I even picked the apples!)

The best part is the conversation I had with my mom while making the pie:
Me: Mom, I am making a homemade apple pie! I am like Suzy fuckin' homemaker!
Mom: Mandalynn, a good homemaker would never swear...damn it.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Who's That Girl-Shakuhachi survey

21, quite the ah-mazing age to be.

Nickname; and why.

Favorite Colour?
Plaid, and brown

What song do you play over and over again on your iPod?
I'll kill her-Soko

Describe your sense of style.
Murders lives.

What are you wearing right now?
Jesus sandals and an old dress that was prolly home made in the 60's.

Worst shopping purchase ever?

Best bargain find.
All the boots from the DI.

Most obscure destination you've been to?
Have you ever seen my parent's house? The Andes.

Finish this friends are like...

What's in your bag?
doo dads and whoody whats. manpods and primetimes. book. notebook. water bottle and glasses. a big thing of vaseline. an umbrella. A lamp post. The land of Narnia. and so much more.

Chocolate vs chips?
Chocolate chips.

Kisses vs cuddles vs spooning?

If you were to have a dress up party-what would the theme be?
Native American mermaids. Elks life for life.

Favorite Shakuhachi piece this winter?
Blue baby doll dress!