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."