inside the wonderful world of vee

so, i’m in line today at the DMV because the DMV is ridiculous, and, as previously noted, it is hell on earth.

i was sandwiched between two old guys on my left and one on the right. the guy on the far left (guy number 1) seems to know the guy on the right (guy number 3). disturbing. disturbing. they are 65, or so, because guy number 1 mentioned that was his age.

their conversation:

PART ONE:
guy number 1: i’m from southern california, i’m only up here because my mother is 95. when she passes away, i’m going down to nicaragua.
guy number 2: nicaragua?
guy number 1: i spent a couple months down there living with a nicaraguan family, and it was great.
guy number 3: lots of low-hanging fruit, huh? so to speak…
guy number 1: oh yeah. (some random colloquial shit agreeing with him that i forget)
guy number 3: don’t even need a photo of that to know.
guy number 1: don’t even need to mention it to know.

PART TWO:
guy number 1: my girlfriend doesn’t want to live on a boat, but after her mother passes, she’s going to have to decide.
guy number 3: decide if it’s the boat of you?
guy number 1: yeah.
guy number 3: can you manage it yourself?
guy number 1: yeah, but i’d rather not. maybe i should get some of that low-hanging fruit to help me.

??? WHAT R THEY TALKING ABOUT ???
i reckoned they were talking about women or GIRLS even. i asked pwny what “low-hanging fruit” was, and his response was, “heh. easy pussy.”

holy shite, how do people intentionally starve themselves?! what YOKELS! i went to sleep STARVING for the first time last night. i actually ate two slices of quiche and a salad that alex made for chris and i at like 7:30. we went to get flan at 8:30 at a nearby mexican restaurant. i proceeded to go home shortly thereafter, and sat on the toilet for a little bit. to like, you know, poop. but then i decided i needed to go to sleep at 11:30 because i was starving. didn’t end up doing it until 12:30, though. BUT I WAS STILL STARVING. like, stomach growling and gurgling every second. i don’t think i’ve ever been so hungry in like, MY LIFE. wtfuzz. anyway. i went to sleep and kept waking up at every little sound, and becky and emme were sick, so they were occasionally coughing. that woke me up. as did my own stomach gurgling. BAH. so finally i woke up at 3:40 or so, played games on my phone for like 20 minutes, listened to my music, and stole a handful of cheerio’s from becky. i guess it helped because i went to “sleep”… but when my alarm went off at 7:30, it was as if i had never slept at all. TORTUROUS. and of course i have no cereal or breakfast food at home so i had to wait until i went to work to eat anything, but of course, i had to go by the department of liscensing to renew my liscense this morning, but of course, the DMV (or DOL if you’re weird and from washington) is HELL ON EARTH. so there was much starving at the dmv. and much crankiness on the drive to work, and much crankiness now. I AM CRANKY. NO SLEEP AND NO FOOD MAKES VEE A MAD GIRL.

emme’s quote of the day:

AHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

EMME’S QUOTE OF THE DAY (TO BECKY):
“scratch my bum bum while you sing to me.”

AHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

finally getting around to writing this blog post even though it is now after the fact.

saturday, february 23rd, 2008
so, we took the ferry into langley from mukilteo, and went downtowng.

our hotel was on the outskirts, like a five minute walk away from everything. lol. it was weird, though, no one was in the office and it was just towels and laundry and shit.

there was this phone near the door that has a number attached to it, and you call that number to let the owner know you are there. then they give you a code which you type in, and that opens up this lock where the key is stored. and then you use that key to get in! it was the cheapest hotel around, and it was like, i think $80 a night. everything else was at least $100. but the thing is, it was actually pretty nice. fully furnished with plates and stuff. fridges. microwaves. televisions. etc. fantastic!!!!! bed was comfy too. shower was slightly nasty so i didn’t take a shower. because bathrooms that are not 100% clean gross me out >__>

cafe assassiner was the name of the game!

the people of the town who were ‘involved’ in the game were dressed up.

this lady here, however, is not one of those people. she just dressed up for amusement purposes, with her daughter. most amusing.

went from place to place basically, collecting infos. you collect one tip from each location, to get a total of 64. it’s a way of forcing you to enter each store and hopefully buy something. i’m sure it does well for them. the town of langley is actually surprisingly green and stuff. it’s pretty fucking neat. lots of organic foods and local foods!

this is outside the little tiny langley museum, which is largely run by cute old people. ^__^ see that little bucket on the bottom there? it’s a coin jar thing. i asked some old man how they open it and he had no idea. turns out, though, there is a key spot that opens it up. so cool. inside the museum there were old yearbooks and stuff. fun. the old guy was talking to lenny and apparently he said that there’s like nothing to do in langley and that living in freeland was better.

this is the dead body. hahaha hohohoho.

hallmark was there filming something, so we had to sign some release form to say that they can use our image in their show. i don’t know why they were filming exactly, but i guess nbc was also there.

i bought some soap because it was cheap!! what else. i don’t know.

they really liked things that magnify?!!! and so did we?!!

this antique store had a row of these weird figurines, all of whom were just… singing. it was like, trippy.

another cool store with cool imported hats. this is some kind of wedding hat (really long in the back) from turkmenistan.

same store had this awesome chess set from uzbekistan. in this store, i also found out that my fucking necklace that is “moss jade” is really fucking AGATE. that costs like $1. owned. owned so fucking hard.

a neato planter.

oh yes we had this really nice dinner at a restaurant called “fish bowl”… the gnocci was sooo amazingly good. mmmmmm. and my crab cakes were pretty good too. it was probably the most expensive restaurant there but tasty as fuck! MMMM!!!!!

that pretty much ended our night, and then we went back to the hotel and like, watched fucking “forrest gump” because it was on television. lololol.

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sunday, february 24th, 2008

this bridge was scary as fuck. i could barely cross it the entire time. cry. hahahaa. but finally got to the other side, only to find out that the other side was a dead end essentially. so we had to walk back after a little bit of time. :[

broom-rape. the best flower ever.

yes.

beach beach.

i love this shit cause it looks like a hand!!!

uber mossy.

fisherman.

oh no we didn’t build this oh no.

yes he is alive. we went to this one beach which i thought was disgusting because it was covered with crabs and slugs and blargHHHAGhGHhh. lenny loved it though. there were a lot of little crabs. pics of them to come. and videos. oh yes, the videos are good.

after our day trip to the park, we went back to the middle school auditorium in langley to find out about the murder mystery festival and who did it. here is the culprit. i forget her name even. there were quite a few people there, though.

here is everyone.

the trip back was beautiful. here are some shots from it.

“do not flush foreign tourists down toilets!” on the ferry.

motherfucking BET. every morning when i wake up and can watch BET, i turn that shit on. why, you ask? why would any normal person watch BET, you ask? nope, it isn’t to watch the reverend preach. it is to watch the back-to-back episodes of “wayans brothers” on at 9am — possibly one of my favorite shows ever — and BET music videos at 10am. a fine ass ritual. this is the ritual in where i learned of soulja boy’s glorious “THROW SOME D’S ON IT!” song… pretty much the best music video ever. and he’s really cute. if i were 16…

anyway. guess what BET had to go and do? of course they had to ruin my fucking groove and replace “wayans brothers” with “a different world” (i think) and BET music videos with “malcolm & eddie”… who the fuck wants to watch “malcolm & eddie”?!! i mean, okay, i watched that show when it was on UPN way back when, but the wayans pwn the shit out of that show. maybe they don’t want to keep showing the same reruns. maybe. but dammit, i want my wayans.

whatever happened to black sitcoms anyway? with the death of the WB and UPN came the death of black sitcoms. and that’s just fucking sad. WB and UPN must’ve been assassinated by the government! it’s all a conspiracy to hold down the black man. k, well, i don’t know about all that, but i’m truly sad that black sitcoms are pretty much gone. cause they were freaking spectacular. i’m also sad that BET would do that to me. dammit BET. i gave you two hours of my life many days a week and you had to go and do this. </3.

man, so… everyone has this stereotype of black people and fried chicken. i’d argue that WHO THE FUCK DOESN’T LIKE FRIED CHICKEN?? other than maybe vegetarians. but anyway.

so i go to BET’s website, looking for contact info so i can express my displeasure at the whole music video / “wayans brothers” ordeal. i cannot locate contact info. what i did find, however, is this

what the fuck BET. what the fuck!? way to perpetuate the black stereotype. WTFuzz. have you no shame!!!!!!

lingo did manage to help me find their contact info, though. YAY. THANKS!

holy shit, the number of school shootings are INSANE! and this is not even including MALL shootings, which there have been a lot of lately as well.

let’s see how the numbers of school shootings staack up:
1960s: 2
1970s: 4
1980s: 3
1990s: 13
2000s: 23 (and we have two more years to go! holy shite!)

there were 5 in february alone. insannnnne. i started looking it up because i was thinking about how for the university of illinois shooting last week, i heard about it, but it didn’t mean shit. it was a fleeting thought. not like columbine. not like vtech, more recently. people are just used to these shootings now. they don’t mean jack shit. it’s pretty fucking insane. and they are all so YOUNG. i think the university of illinois guy (27) was probably amongst the oldest. the youngest i found being the jonesboro massacre kids, at ages 11 and 13. i mean, holy fuck. how is this okay?? how are guns not banned yet? blahblah. sorry, but guns kill people. and yeah, perhaps the parents are responsible in the cases of young kids, but you know what, you can’t trust parents to do that shit. it doesn’t matter who is at fault; it just matters that these things would not be happening if guns were harder to get. AGGGHHHHH.

can you just imagine? being in science class in college and that being the last day of your life? you probably rolled the fuck out of bed and debated whether or not to go to class, or hit the snooze button a few times, only to finally decide that it was best that you did. and bam, that’s the last day of your life. that would suck balls. it’s so quick. so fleeting >_>

now that my chin is scabbed over, it is itchy as FUCK. AAAHHHHHH. but it’s on the inside so i can’t scratch it unless i want to peel off the scrab (pain) and have it rescab anyway T__T

QUOTE OF THE DAY (FROM RANDOM SNOWBOARDING TEENS)
- kid (16): “i think i’m going to go into the store so i can buy a new jacket. i’m hot.”
- friend of kid (16): *with incredulous look on face* “why don’t you just unzip your jacket?”

i went snowboarding with rachel on sunday, and on our last run of the evening, i wiped out pretty bad and somehow scraped up my chin (i think it hit my board or scraped the ice or something else hard)… didn’t notice it at the time but it’s like the size of a quarter nearly. anyway. it’s really annoying because lenny got me this heating blanket that is super linty, and now lint gets stuck in my newfound scar all the time. arrrgh. this morning i thought it was peeling skin, but no, it was lint. lol.

and oh yeah i changed my left foot’s binding by like, a few degrees and it has made a WORLD of difference. holy shite. but that’s also what caused my major spill — my newfound ‘confidence’ from the better comfort. trade-off, i guess!

lenny and i are going to langley this weekend for their murder mystery festival. should be of interest!