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So today I was over in purchasing, and we were talking about ass-kissing brown-nosing suck upping (because of my number 2 interview with the French/comp lit dept. and yes that is number 2 as in I gots to take a #2.) And Bible-Thumping-Mary was telling me a story about this rich aunt of hers that wanted to leave her a lot of money but when Mary was going to marry her husband Nat who is black, the aunt told her she would cut her out of the will if Mary didn�t bow to her wishes and kiss some ass. Mary of course being completely unwilling to subjugate herself said hell no. And the aunt cut her out of the will and (this is the kicker) said, �I guess you�re making some OREOS.� And Mary replied, �Yeah, you want a batch?�

Man but oh man. I apologize to all my devoted fans for the complete lack of updating that has been going on with this sushi page. I am a slacker. And also I was out of the state. And then I was back but excessively tired. Hell I am still verra tired. But I am making the attempt anyway. Grin. Lucky you all.

So! Last Wednesday I flew out of SFO at fricking 6:25 in the morning. It was hideous. The horrible-ness of it was compounded by the fact that I barely made it onto the plane due to my own stupidity and forgetfulness in leaving my wallet in my purse in the trunk of Erica�s car which Jason drove off in after dropping me off. I was panic-stricken. I called Jason�s phone like every 2 minutes for a fucking hour. Where was that boy is what I wanted to know. I in fact still do not know where he is cause I have yet to ask him. Anyway, I finally at 5:15 gave up on trying to get a hold of him and called to wake up Jacob (sorry Jacob) to ask for Richard�s cell phone #. I then proceeded to try to call Jason�s # a couple more times before sucking it up and trying Richard�s. Who ALSO didn�t answer his phone. Man I was practically in tears. Finally on the second time calling Richard, he answered the phone (I felt so fucking bad he was so asleep) and I made him get out of bed and check to see if Jason was home and then made him leave a note on the door. Richard-you are a fucking saint. I swear. You are my hero. Jason eventually came home and called me back and then drove all the way back to the airport for me and got there at like 5:55. I rushed thru all the lines and got to my gate just as they were boarding the group of seats before mine. Holy shit. That was a traumatic morning.

P.S. in the meantime of me calling Jason over and over again, some Russian dudes who needed help with a phone card approached me. They did not speak very good English. They came back and I had to help them purchase tickets to Denver over the phone. It was so cool! Russians! Named like Vlad and Mikhail. Crazy ass shit. Anyway, I got them on a flight and a return flight and sent them on their way. They were so in love with me.

Ok this is a long ass posting. So I will shorten the next little bit. Made it to DC, hung out with Patty and Colin (Patty is an intern at Marina�s office and Colin is her boyfriend), ate, went to a bookstore, got picked up by Marina, went to Marina�s house, showered and went to bed. On Thursday..hmm what did I do on Thursday�..? We went to see Men in Black 2, had a BBQ with Marina�s fam at the house, and went to the National Mall to see the concert and fireworks. Aretha Franklin, baby. Oh shit it was so cool. I was SOOOOO so happy. Happy Michele smile. Friday�went to Tower Records (where I got Cirrus, Jimmy Eat World, and Norah Jones) and to the Freemason Temple Museum place. That place was wacky. Wacky, I tell you. I still honestly don�t understand all about freemasons, but whatever. Maybe I will do some reading up on them and update more about it later on this week. And after all that fun we went out to dinner in old town Alexandria with Marina�s family and took a boat tour of the Potomac river. On Saturday, we went to the Smithsonian Folk life festival, which was really awesome and decked out with tents, musical jamborees, food, crockery making, paper making, jewelry making, etc. But there were so many people! I was all claustrophobic. And whatever the fear of large crowds is. It was icky. Icky icky icky. But I still liked how it looked with the crazy ass Asian inspired structures and wacky Mongolian music. Whatever. So after that scary venture into the huge masses of people, we went to the zoo to see the non-baby pandas. They were like teenage pandas. But they were so cute and fuzzy! Oh pandas! Back to Marina�s house, got pizza and rented The Majestic and How High (why did we rent the latter? I don�t know. It was awful. Don�t anyone see it. Ever.) Then on Monday after 3 HOURS OF SLEEP, I flew home. Long ass plane ride. Me stuck in the middle seats the whole way on both flights where once again they didn�t feed us anything. But my mommy picked me up and took me to the Cheesecake Factory. Oh cheesy. I ate so much food I almost exploded. It was hideous and delicious all at the same time, as most of my trips to an eating establishment are.

Ok I apologize PROFUSELY for the length of this update. I�ll try to update more frequently now that I�m back from this latest vacation. And maybe Gene will give me access to moveable type soon and I�ll potentially be able to update at work in which case life will be much better for one and all.

Go here to see some pictures from my trip.

Ok and I know I had a point with this link originally but I have no idea what that point was now. But it�s still funny. Maybe I was trying to tie in with Kristen and playing games or Gene and banning things from schools.

Ahhh! I am so irritated with myself right now. It is fucking 4pm and I have done nothing so far except lay in bed and read, lay in the bathtub and read, and now sit at the computer and read stuff/write this. This would not bother me so much if I didn�t have shit to do. I have to return stuff to Mervyn�s, I have to get a rolly suitcase from my mom for my trip to DC (more about that in a minute), and I have to do my homework.

�Homework?� most of you will no doubt now be questioning. Yes, homework. I am taking this online internet class in film theory/appreciation. Why didn�t I tell anybody about it? I don�t know. I am very odd. My point it though: HOMEWORK! And am I doing it? NO! I�m writing this and berating myself for not going to SF for the gay pride parade. Which, when Kim called me on her cell phone to see if I was there, sounded like mucho fun in the background. But I was sadly still in the bathtub and Jason, Jacob, and Richard were already there somewhere. This is what I get for being lazy and bathing till I am prunish. (Ahh I just found that link for it and saw that Ian Mckellen was there! Man! I love him! Shit monkeys. Grrrr.)

So about DC, Marina called this morning while I was bathing too. (morning = 1:30pm.) why I wonder do I always get so many calls while in the bath? It happens more often than one would expect. I have in fact talked to the majority of my friends while in a bathtub at one time or another. Off topic. Marina said that her dad is very nervous about terrorist attacks, (he in fact works at the Pentagon and is rather high up militarily speaking), so possibly we are going to be forbidden from going to see Aretha Franklin et all sing, about which I am so fucking disappointed. Although obviously I would prefer not to get blown up or shot. Apparently we have to wait for a decision after his security briefings on Monday and Tuesday to find out if we get to go outside or not. Huge SIGH. In lieu of being at the Mall itself, we potentially will get to watch the fireworks from his office which has a perfect view of all the monuments. I told Marina to ask if we could at least maybe try to hang out on the roof. I suppose then there�s the potential for fallout or something. Who knows. We shall see. And we still get to go to the Silk Road event at the Smithsonian on Saturday, which looks like�s it�s going to be spectacular.

Last night, Kristen and I were supposed to go and hear my brother spin at this bar out in Livermore, right? Livermore, even. We were honestly willing to go to Livermore (fer fuck�s sake) to hear my brother play. And what does he do? He flakes on us! Totally with the flaking. Well mainly his friends flaked on him and then since he was the only one left standing/going, he flaked on us. Sigh. Where�s the love? So instead we ended up going to Oakland to see Tracy�s husband�s band play: The Hills Have Eyes. Which was hilarious since first we tried to find it and got lost in Oakland. And then we got there and it was this awesome dive bar with Christmas decorations, tons of blinky lights, and collector Barbies in their boxes piled up behind the bar counter. It was fucking sweet. I was so impressed. And so we met Tracy and Ian and all of their friends and THHE played which was cool, (they were verra into their music and it�s always nice when people both actually care about what they�re playing and can still manage to have fun while on stage, ie Ian�s none too subtle winking at the audience to invite them to share in an unknown joke which was brilliant but completely unresponded [I know it�s not a word] to by the blank faced automatons), still though it was very loud and with a shitty, shitty sound system. And Kristen and I sat in the back to avoid the worst of the speakers. Which technically didn�t seem to bother anyone else. But then I don�t think anything bothered these people. They were the angriest looking complacent bore-bot�s I�ve ever been privileged to see. The band was like, �Everybody mosh!� Everyone looked at them with blank stares. I felt a little bad. But my moshing abilities are not so up to par so really I just worked on beating up Kristen while remaining seated in the back. End of story: THHE finished and we went home.

Mind you when I say we went home, I mean Kristen drove us home and I then immediately got in my car and went off to see the midnite showing of Mr. Deeds. HA HA HA HA! I am such a freak.

Today my brother is having this huge bbq thing to which I want to go but also don�t want to go. There�s a live band and Adam, Corey and potentially others spinning, and three kegs. But on the other hand there�s bitchy hooches who glare at me and make me feel uncomfortable IN MY OWN HOME. I fucking LOATHE them. Anyway, when he flaked on me last night, he actually said I could stop by the party if I wanted to when before I was pretty much not invited. So Kristen and I are planning on stopping over there for like half and hour and then hightailing it out of there when the bitchy hooches reduce me to feeling like an insignificant wart that they can�t wait to burn off.

The last thing I have to say about this beginning of my weekend is this: it was soooo much fucking fun to go somewhere with just Kristen instead of the huge mass group outings we normally have. (sorry guys.) It�s not, mind you, to say that I wouldn�t be also happy to do something with just one of you, cause I would. I think my whole point is that even though I really love doing things with everybody: board game night, girl�s poker party, baseball, Coachella, etc., it�s also fantastic to get to do things with just one of my best friends. Lately I�ve found myself looking at how my two separate groups of friends (high school and college and even work friends (of which there really is only Ellie) have merged into one mass conglomerate group of friends and I miss the old days a little when I could distinguish between them and be able to do different things with the different groups and tell/bitch certain things to each one. (cause now I just have all of you here and then Marina in DC and I think it�s a bit much for Marina to receive all the attention I used to pay to a whole group of people. Well, ok she really doesn�t mind. And I would add the existence of jenny as a displaced member, however with her sporadic communications it doesn�t really work out that well. P.S. about jenny, she is going psychotic. I swear to god. Hee hee hee.) Anyway my point here is that it was nice last night to revert to it being just me and Kristen hanging out like we used to and being excessively clique-ish and freaQy.

Oops. Ok I just talked about almost all of this webpage�s entry with Jason on the phone. And now my mom�s here so I best be going!

This is going to be a short, but disgusting entry.

So the other day I went to this class at UCB for Grants Administration (boring work stuff). 3 hours long. Three fucking hours. Unbelievable. Anyway so at one point I had to go the bathroom (which if you know me, you will know is a common occurrence.) and so I wandered on down to the bathroom and I said hello to it�s new and interesting sinks and toilets. But then I noticed something shocking! On the doors of the bathrooms there are sometimes these little �notes� placed by the bathroom cleaning staffs that say things like, �Please help us keep the bathroom clean. Place sanitary napkins in the disposal bins. Make sure to throw away your trash. And flush the toilet before you leave.� And sometimes people have added their own little sayings to these sign, such as: �Remember to wipe your sprinkle after you tinkle.� And there�s this whle dialogue on one about sexism and how the boys don�t have these signs in their bathrooms and they are expected to be dirty and allowed whereas we are supposed to clean up after ourselves. Which is a load of bullshit, because I cannot imagine the boys bathroom being any dirty than the women�s generally are. No one seems to have grasped the concept of throwing the used paper towels into the garbage can yet. Off subject. Back to the point: This new and (now) frightening bathroom had an alarming sign which read, �If you drop any blood on the toilet seat, wipe it off. If you pee on the seat, wipe it off. Please help us to maintain a clean space for women to use the restroom.� Or something to that effect. I was horrified at the abrupt shift in language to include the menstrual cycles of bathroom users in the admonishing messages. I. Felt. So. Dirty. And I wasn�t even having MY period.

So I forgot to tell ya�ll that when I went to the movies last weekend I saw (in addition to The Bourne Identity) Scooby Doo and The Sum of all Fears. Mind you I only paid for one of those as I was sneaky and crept into one after SD got out. Muah ha ha ha! I am so evil! It was so much fun though. I was so pleased to watch so many movies in one day. And so pleased not to be at home per usual weekend fare.

My brother is having a BBQ party this weekend to which I am not invited. And my mom is also being kicked out of the house. What the fuck is up with that I wonder. He is not a very nice child I must say. But whatever we shall leave him alone to his revels and his new pseudo girlfriend.

Speaking of pseudo relationships. Jenny has apparently been continuing to date this boy from the WAP and has YET to make out with him. GOOD GOD, GIRL. Hit that shit. I�m telling you. Man oh man. It�s been MONTHS. You don�t see certain other people waiting around for the actual event (hint hint). Anyway I�m going to call her tonight or tomorrow and get further details since her email communication skills suck ass.

Did you think I was going to talk about some pseudo relationship I myself was having? Ha ha ha. Yeah right. I don�t even have fake relationships. I�ve even given up on the boy who doesn�t know how to use the fax machine owing to the fact that he wears socks with his sandals. And boy who thinks I have someone special from Safeway doesn�t appear to even work there anymore. I am destitute of romantic entanglements. It�s obviously time for some life change. Some movement forward. Snort. Whatever.

I still cannot believe that I�m going to DC next week. I woke up this morning and was convinced that I had dreamt the whole buying of the ticket. But I didn�t. Oh no. I really have a fake paper ticket. And I already have Jason convinced to take me to the airport at 4am. Hee hee hee. THANKS JASON. You are the bomb diggity I swear.

I worry sometimes that I don�t gnaw on metaphysical bones on this page like Kristen and sometimes Jacob do on theirs. Perhaps my daily life is not that exciting. Who am I kidding? My daily life bores even me. I should work on that. Maybe tomorrow I will have something more interesting to say.

The middle schoolers were there today AGAIN. Will they give me no peace?! No rest for the wicked I suppose, as my Nana always used to say. All right she never said that. But did you have to be so mean about it? Why am I carrying on a conversation with myself here? And why do I do that ALL THE TIME? Hmph.

Holy shit! You will never guess what I just did! I bought a ticket to fucking Washington DC for next Wednesday thru Sunday. I�m going to Washington DC! For the Fourth of July! If I live thru the plane ride there this is going to be an amazing weekend. I get to go to a free concert at the National Mall to hear Aretha Franklin sing! And I get to hang out with Marina and the fam. Apparently there will be little children there too! �Eek! Get off my leg, little children!� I will yell at them. Go here if you care to read about all the fun things I will be doing. Or go here if you are just jealous and want me to burn in hell. But for myself I am mainly just soooo very fucking excited. This is a totally crazy thing to do. Completely and utterly. And I know this. I KNOW it. But I couldn�t stop myself. And you have no idea how happy I made Marina. J Hi Marina! So fucking ay, DC here I come.