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| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 | | 9:42 am |
incidentally
here is a phot of me at aforementioned wedding. i'm the one who looks like me.  | | Friday, October 23rd, 2009 | | 9:48 am |
yom kippur is over and i am not jewish
"We have become guilty, we have betrayed, we have robbed, we have spoken slander.
We have caused perversion, we have caused wickedness, we have sinned willfully, we have extorted, we have accused falsely.
We have given evil counsel, we have been deceitful, we have scorned, we have rebelled, we have provoked, we have turned away, we have been perverse, we have acted wantonly, we have persecuted, we have been obstinate.
We have been wicked, we have corrupted, we have been abominable, you have let us go astray." | | Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 | | 4:33 pm |
deez nuts
i just quit my job in the worst economy since the great depression. who has the biggest balls on your lj friendslist? evie motherfucking nelson. | | Saturday, September 26th, 2009 | | 9:10 pm |
aka a humdinger
The thing about today is that the best way that I can describe it is that it was...a doozy. I started LSAT prep today (BluePrint, what whaat), with a practice test. In true evie nelson nature, I did not prepare myself for this at all. I had no inkling of what to expect from the test or the questions, since the only LSAT sample question I'd ever actually seen was in the sidebar of an e-mail from Kaplan, and I just stared at it for a minute, started feeling sick to my stomach and marked that e-mail as spam b/c I have no love for Kaplan. The practice test proctor looks like Joel McHale. He spent the whole 3 hours reading a book from the library. I asked him after if they paid him a lot to do that, he said yes, they paid him pretty well, so basically I want that job. Anyway the test was weird and exhausting and I felt like maybe I was going to throw up the whole time. The logic games kind of freaked me out and I kept wanting to be like "I DUNNO, WHO CARES?!" Anyway, I just self-scored my test and I got a 164. Which is the 91st percentile. So I am sort of optimistic about this LSAT thing. I mean, I'm sure beginners luck had a lot to do with this, but it's still nice. Thennn I was supposed to get an eye exam, contacts, and new glasses, but Village Eyes was trying to charge me an exta $60 because I had the audacity to go to a different optometrist in the past (making my contact fitting over a hundred dollars, which is absurd), and then they tried to get me to sign this thing committing me to a couple of tests that insurance doesn't assist with and aren't actually required or recommended but "might be useful for my file" for another hundred dollars. The glasses there were all really ugly and expensive, too, and the receptionists were really snotty to me, so I just said "You know what? I don't feel comfortable, I'm going to leave." So I'm going to see this Armenien optometrist across the street who will only charge me $50 for the contact fitting (or, you know, the going rate), and doesn't have a "staff" that treats me like shit (I tihnk the receptionist is his wife or his cousin or something and I KNOW she's totes nice and pleasant) Oh yeah, and then I saw Bob Newhart crossing the street. And theeeennn I went to go grocery shopping with my little grocery cart, and some kids (clearly rich skater-types) were making comments about that, which then turned to weird catcalls, and finally dissolved into "Nevermind, I changed my mind, FIRE CROTCH." A promising beginning to their long careers of yelling stupid shit at girls! Just when you think the world can't get any worse, you get sexually harassed by a group of 12 year olds. In other news, I like Dollhouse and if you're a nerd you should be watching it. Tomorrow I am making black bean enchiladas, but the verde sauce was on major sale at Vons, so I'm making them with that. Ch-ch-ch-changes. | | Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 | | 9:30 pm |
i will write about mexico later
for now here is a picture of me in my bathing suit. oh la la~
basically i told myself i needed to let my mom take my picture in my suit so i could just GET OVER IT.
i did not succeed in GETTING OVER IT, but here's a picture, nonetheless.
| | Monday, August 10th, 2009 | | 9:10 am |
August 10th 1792: Storming of the Tuileries Palace
A family friend is hosting an exchange student from Marseilles asked me to come to the Bay Area this weekend to spend some time with her (the student) as she was getting a bit restless, spending all of her time with adults. I never decline a free trip, and also, hell, why not take advantage of the opportunity to be nice to a traveler. I can't imagine being alone in a strange country, hanging out with a bunch of wealthy older people. In fact, I think, going forward I will resolve to take advantage of all of life's opportunities to be gracious. Sara turned out to be cute as a button, sweet and both mature and immature, in that way that French girls are (I don't think it's a secret that I am pre-disposed to like the French. They enjoy food and jokes and bad attitudes, what's not to like?). All of this said, though, a good way to feel fat, ugly and old is to hang out with an 18 year old french girl who keeps asking you "What ees eet like to be...TWAINTY-FOUR?" I told her it is exactly like being 18, except that every decision you make feels very, very serious. This is the truth, as I see it.
Anyway, it was an interesting trip. I only got to spend one night with little Jelly, which didn't feel like enough, but no amount of time ever does. I wish that I could tell him I'm coming home soon, and make him understand. The tragedy of a dog's life is that he has no concept of looking forward to things. I'm sure someone could make a good argument that they are also spared the pain of looking back, but if you've ever really loved a dog you know that they have memory. Anyway, like I said, I didn't spend all weekend hanging out with Jelly. On Saturday we went to Yountville, to eat at Bistro Jeanty. Best. Meal. Ever. I had duck liver foie gras, some deep fried smelt, coq au vin with haricots verts, and a tart tatin (with creme fraiche, natch), and of course, several chunks of the most perfect bread, because French restaurants never let you down with the bread. This place has, I believe, one star from the Michelin guide, which is like, unheard of for an American restaurant. It is ranked in the top 5 of American restaurants, and I liked it better, I think, than Fleur De Lys in SF. Next I want to try Chez Panisse. Someday, the French Laundry.
Last night I ate a grilled cheese and french fries at SFO, along with like, five cookies, a king sized snickers, and some vegetable chips.
So, basically, I am sure to have put on 5lbs this weekend. And now I'm going to Cancun to put on five more. Who cares, anyway, no amount of starving is going to turn me into an 18 year old blonde from a beach town in France, with a flat stomach and a cute accent. If you can't beat em', over-eat em'. Plus, homegirl was having boyfriend drama that beats anything I have ever endured, or would put up with. I would not trade places for all the effortless abs in the world. Also I am reading Eat, Pray, Love like the lame-ass Oprah fan that I am, and I am ashamed to admit it, but I'm enjoying it immensely. Maybe I should take up meditation. Maybe I should write a book. Maybe I should cut my hair. Maybe I should fly away. | | Thursday, July 16th, 2009 | | 10:18 am |
yesterday was national hot dog day
On Tuesday I broke another phone. The thing that is frustrating about breaking your phone isn't really the having-to-replace-it, or even the torturous hours of phonelessness, but the supreme amount of shit that people give you for it. I'm truly sorry it's such a personal offense to everyone else that I broke something of mine. I will be more careful in the future, I promise. Whatever, who cares, I'm not telling anyone the next time I break my phone. I CONSIDER IT A LUXURY THAT I CAN AFFORD. In any case I have a new phone, same SIM card so no harm, no foul. This one is kind of annoying to text on, but I like it for talking on. Also it was 21.94 including tax. This is why dropping my phone repeatedly into things like ovens and glasses of water is within my meager-ass budget. Our internet was also down on Tuesday. Red letter day, Tuesday. Last night I picked up the new phone, stopped by Ralph's and Trader Joe's (I was out of oatmeal and almond. Oatmeal is cheaper at Ralph's and almonds are cheaper at Trader Joe's. I saved myself approximately a dollar by making two trips. I hope that line about time being money is a lie. Today I am so tired of being at work. I've been finding it difficult to care about looking pretty lately. I don't know if it's because it's hot outside and my makeup melts and my hair curls anyway, or what. But I don't paint my nails anymore, my hair is a joke, I just smear on enough makeup to not look like I'm trying to fake sick to work. I just can't care how I look. Conversely, I care SO MUCH about NUTRITION. Basically, my life is a Dead Milkmen song. I'm going home this weekend for my Dad and Brother's birthdays. My Mom's brother is also having a birthday, and we're driving out to Sacramento to go to a big family party. I have...feelings about my extended family. They are dismissive of my Mom, and of me, but only really as an extension of her . They've dismissed me so completely that I am not an actual person in my own right, just my Mother's daughter, and my Mother is, in their view, undeserving of much attention or thought. I can handle that they think I'm not worth mentioning, but being shitty to my Mom is a sin I cannot forgive. Everyone will probably be nice on Saturday, but I tend to get shy and a little defensive around this crowd. Being ignored for 20 years will do that to you. Every overture feels insincere, and they generally are, really. | | Thursday, July 9th, 2009 | | 7:46 pm |
arts and crafts
I am a) a major dork, and b) enamored with the idea of self improvement Given these two truths, I am a really big fan of the happiness project, and have recently started using the companion website to keep track of my own little happiness project. It's way Oprah's book club of me, but it's a very satisfying little exercise, and god knows i need that. Anyway, I highly recommend this little bit of embarrassing activity to anyone who likes little projects. My other project at the moment is watching the entire Star Trek: The Next Generation series. This I recommend without reservation. | | Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | | 10:01 pm |
| | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 1:11 pm |
Dolores Claiborne
I went barbecue on Saturday, it was mostly pleasant, but after I decided to just stay the night, rather than take the MTA at night/while drunk, there was a giant kerfuffle between a couple (who I don't know at allll) that got super heated and uncomfortable. Only slightly related: The male half of the couple at one time called me a "fucking bitch," which just goes to show that even when you are so ridiculously drunk that you can barely speak, tell your girlfriend that you don't fucking care that the dog is missing, and repeatedly throw the cane that you need to walk until your broken leg heals, you can still be totally and unassailably correct from time to time. The thing about being a total fucking bitch though is that it's really necessary sometimes. I find myself unable to breeze through life tolerating people's bullshit, equivocations, lies, and negligence completely without comment, and it is generally more satisfying to voice these comments in the form of scathing personal attacks. The truth hurts. Especially when the truth is that you done pissed me off one too many times, you mook. I got my first issue of Mine magazine and it was not as miraculous as I had hoped. I'm going home for Father's Day, but I haven't told my Dad yet. My sister in law wants it to be a surprise, but i'm starting to question whether or not that is a good idea, really. Don't people like to have something to look forward to? I know I do. Sometimes, the future is the only thing keeping me sane in the present. Lots of bad/troubling family news. I'm trying to be optimistic. | | Monday, June 1st, 2009 | | 10:12 am |
object at rest
I've been having the most vivid, stupid dreams lately. The other night, I dreamed that I was taking BART to London (I dream that I can take BART to various European cities pretty frequently. SOMEDAY!) and as I was walking through the turnstyle, my big black purse sort of lagged over the side of the turnstyle, like I was trying to pass it through undetected (not that it would matter in waking life), so all of these strobelights started flashing, and a techno song started playing that was just the words "POLICE TAZE ME, POLICE TAZE ME" over and over. I called out "WTF R U GONNA TAZE ME?" and this cop arrives and says "NO, BUT WE CAN IF WE WANT TO!" MORAL: Fuck da police. Then, last night, I dreampt (that spelling seems weird but I have no other ideas) that I was marrying my ex (the engineer) even though I didn't want to, and he didn't really want to either. It was just like, inertia, I didn't even actually say "yes" to the proposal. He wasn't even showing up to like, the rehearsal and stuff. When I tried to take him aside to break it off ,he was like "ok, hold on though," because he was eating taco bell. Also, Heidi and Spencer from The Hills were there. This one was unsettling for me. Last week my boss threw up in a garbage can in the break room and left it there for the janitor to clean up. Call me old fashioned, but i always thought the rule was that you clean up your own vomit. especially if you're well enough to stick around and keep working all day. Worked saturday. That sucked so supremely I can't even EXPRESS it. Friday night was fucked b/c I had to be up at 6 to go to work, and then Saturday night I was exhausted by 12 because I'd been up since friggin' 6. Also: work. Took a hike yesterday. That's always nice. LSAT on Dec. 5th. Blue Print classes start in Sept. I'm excited and terrified. Going to the Sam Goldwyn theater tonight to watch Stagecoach. Love this movie. Excited. I watched The Stranger on netflix instant this weekend, and I have two opinionz 4 u: it is an awesome movie, and the end is gross. BF and I started watching Let the Right One in on sat. but I got too tired to finish it. It's good. I don't think anyone really reads this anymore but if feels good to keep it up for some reason. | | Tuesday, May 26th, 2009 | | 10:17 am |
orcas and murderers
a few nights back i had a dream that lambs had soft paws like dogs. i wish this were true. i also dreamed that i was allowed to swim with the orcas at sea world, but when i got into the tank it turned into a warm glittering beach. the orcas were still there, and one of them was playing with me in the water, swimming under me and blowing bubbles. then he did something with the water that blew me across the beach, kind of surfing on a blow up raft. it was so fun! i am glad that i remember this dream because it feels like it really happened, even though the world is not that wonderful. maybe a real ass orca and i were meeting on the damned astral plane though, you never know (ok, yes you do). boring ass party at bf's house on saturday. god love those boys but i cannot understand their belief that a bunch of people standing around with no music on but all of the lights on, chatting politely constitutes a party. a party they deemed a good party, no less. sunday i went out w/a friend from ucla and her friends to watch Dazed and Confused at the hollywood forever cemetary. it was too crowded and we couldn't get in, which was fine w/me. we went to Big Wangs and got drunk instead. this was also more than fine by me, except for the fact that i had dressed for a damned picnic in the dark, complete with uggs, and felt like a major tool at the bar. i guess i looked ok, though, because a gang member who introduced himself as "Curly Suicide" (best gang name ever, i defy you to best it) was trying pretty hard to holler. it sounds funny now, but this guy had SIX TEAR DROP TATTOOS on his face, which, in case you are unfamiliar with prison tattoos, means that HE KILLED SIX MOTHERFUCKERS IN PRISON. i was scared as fuck, basically. this guy was rolling six-ish deep, and his whole group had me, and my two friends pretty well surrounded outside. anyway, we escaped unshanked. couldn't sleep last night, but i feel ok today. everyone should watch Tell No One. it's on netflix instant, if you've got it, and it rules. | | Friday, May 15th, 2009 | | 9:34 am |
everything is everything
Everything is making me cry.
Yesterday on the news they showed a clip of a teenaged poet reading for the president. His poem was to his deaf sister, an apology for being the only member of the family not fluent in sign language. I cried like a god damned baby. The UCLA resident/soon to be rich anesthesiologist who moved in this week came out and told me "it's weird to cry from tv." He is socially awkward and it annoys me. Especially because I am straight up anti-social when it comes to my roommates (if I feel like socializing I will leave the fucking house). I was just reading the LA times profiles of the 5 troops who were murdered at Camp Liberty, and I had to stop because my eyes were brimming with tears. Babies.
There is not enough sleep in the world.
I went to bed at 9:30 last night and slept in til 6 and I feel like I didn't sleep at all. I took a sick day on Wednesday, and slept from 6:30AM until noon, after sleeping all night. I am fucking beat. I have to be up at 6 tomorrow to come in to work. I'm telling my boyfriend that I get off two hours later than I am so that I can take a nap. He crowds me timewise. I'm BUSY. I have not plucked my eyebrows in two months because I can't get a minute to myself. "Oh but you took a sick day on wednesday" Yeah, well I was sick. My eyes are bloodshot, I've had night sweats for weeks, and my limbs feel weighted with sand.
Some of the Austrian crystals fell out of my glasses. Tuesday was possibly the worst fucking day of all time. I saw a girl laying in the street after getting hit by a motorcycle. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and the paramedics were frantically screaming at her to breathe slowly and deeply. I ran away as fast as I could and tried to wipe my tears while I got the fuck out of there.
There is no pinkberry in Westwood anymore. Two separate pairs of shoes cut my feet and my old roommate showed up unannounced to pick up her mail, and then she fucking YELLED at me because she said there was "unnecessary sarcasm in my tone" when I said that I thought Princess Diana's lover was Prince Harry's real father b/c it makes sense chronologicaly and they look alike. You being in my house and bitching at me is unnecessary. I just finished telling your ass that I am at the end of my gd rope and you are going to take issue with my tone when we discuss the WINDSORS? Get the shit out of my living room, you bitch. | | Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | | 7:10 pm |
dick around dick around
yeah whatever a bunch of stupid shit is going on and whatever whatever. the only thing i have energy to share in this stupid heat is that i bought this skirt for $2 at cvs and i want it to be my husband for life.  this is a skinny photo. don't worry i eat the most. | | Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | | 9:54 pm |
inspiration loop
I took a two hour hike on Saturday. It was great, and I think this may be my new way to socialize. So, be forewarned, that if you want to hang out with me any time soon, we will be chatting it up on a dang ol' nature trail. Soon I will have such a firm butt. I overheard the Jerry Garcia-looking homeless guy in my neighborhood talking to a couple of dudes in FARSI which completely blew me away. It is so unusual for an Iranian person to be homeless. If you think that I am being RACIST, let me remind you that the Iranian population of Los Angeles is made up of people who had the money to flee Iran around the time of the revolution (read: RICH PEOPLE), and their children. This is an affluent group. Also, given the totally shitty nature of their departure, Persian immigrants tend to stick the fuck together. For this guy to be homeless he must either have absolutely zero family left, or be seriously batshit crazy. Anyway, I thought that was interesting. Went to a coworkers house for lunch today. It was all work people. I cannot understand the impulse to invite the people you are forced to spend 40 hours a week with into your home on Sunday. | | Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 | | 1:31 pm |
Various failures
I bought that bathing suit I posted a while back. they were out of yellow, so I had to get black. I was bummed about this at first, but then last night I was watching TV and that Nuva Ring ad with the synchronized swimmers in the yellow beauty-queen bathing suits played, and I was kind of glad that I won't be dressing up as a Nuva Ring spokesmodel all summer.
The hot weather of the last few days has sort of sharpened my contempt for myself and my laziness. I need to start working out consistently again. I got up early today and yesterday for yoga, and yesterday I walked around Westwood, and inot Bel Air for 40 minutes. Tonight I'll go to the track. I say these things to shame myself into action.
The hot weather has certainlty had a motivational effect on the FLEAS that remain in my house since Jake the Cat moved out. I guess all of the eggs his fleas left behind are hatching in the heat. Anyway, having no cat to live on, these little fuckers are eating me alive. I counted 12 bites on my legs, ankles, and feet last night.
I wanted to take my mom to see Wicked in SF for Mother's Day, but I appear to have failed miserably. It's sold out forever. I am a crap daughter.
My throat is on fire. It feels like when the exterminators drilled into the foundation of my Mom's house and the concrete dust in the air tore up my lungs and throat. | | Saturday, April 18th, 2009 | | 5:31 pm |
turn, turn, turn
Looks like we have UCLA med student/resident (I think when you are in your residency you are still a student technically? Idk, I want to be a lawyer knaamean?) and a Biola grad student in...film(?) moving in on May 1st. I will miss Jason and his bravado, but I feel like I will still see him around. There isn't really any love lost between John and I, as we never bothered to get to know eachother, and I never really felt like he moved back from Africa, really. Chitra came over last night to sit on the couch and talk shit. This made things feel normal. She was even eating subway. The house is changing, but I don't know, I have like, zero feelings about it. As long as Feliz and Josh are here I guess I will feel ok about living here. I don't know why those two are the deal breakers. I suppose because they are the only one's left from when I got here. I can't be the senior member of this place. Lunch plans fell through today so I walked to the post office and mailed stuff to my parents. Does anyone else mail care packages to their Moms and Dads? Years of recieving five dollar bills and Toblerone's in the mail have trained me to pick up packages of tea and my Mom's shades of maybelline makeup and stuff them into bubble envelopes from time to time. I'm bummed re: lunch plans, but mailing things always makes me feel like a day was worth it. I WANT TO PUBLICLY DECLARE THESE THINGS S O THAT I WILL FEEL REQUIRED TO FOLLOW THROUG H: I am going to take a Philosophy class at SMC over the Summer Session. It will help me with the LSAT and maybe I will meet some new people. Also I miss challenging my mind. I've been reading voraciously, but that's not really enough, is it? I am going to take a creative writing class online. Probably through SMC as well. I have always wanted to take a creative writing course and I have never gotten around to it. Why the hell not? I am going to law school. I am going to have a real profession. I posted this photo on my flickr and like, 3 seconds later someone commented "killer lips, beautiful face." Thanks, man.  Idk why I felt compelled to tell you guys that. I am a sucker for a compliment, I suppose. (By "suppose" I mean "I know this to be a fact") | | Thursday, April 16th, 2009 | | 9:09 am |
my eyes are just a little sweaty today
Tuesday night I was cutting onions for quiche (sidenote: Burcu made some comment about "Evie's famous quiche" and I wanted to tear her fucking face off. It is not a cute and hilarious anecdote that you once stole half of my dinner for the WEEK because it looked kind of interesting to you.) ANYWAY I WAS CUTTING ONIONS, and my right eye started to water, which I didn't really think anything of, because these things happen. I kept cooking, cleaning up, etc. and during the time that I was in the kitchen, most of my roommates came in and out of the room at least once. Normal normal normal. The weird thing was, everyone kept asking me all of these NOSY-ASS QUESTIONS, which was really out of character for...everyone, because they have all pretty much accepted at this point that I don't ever want to talk about anything and I really prefer to be left alone, if possible. It didn't bother me, per se, it was just confusing, like, since when does anyone care how "things are going at work," since I'm 100% sure that no one in the house can name the company I work for.
It all made sense when I caught a glimpse of myself in the Miller Light mirror in the hallway, and saw that mascara was smeared all over my face in a pattern not inconsistent with a serious crying jag. I imagine that everyone was kind of weirded out by my calmness and apparent good mood in light of my crazy face. This morning the pollution burned my eyes so badly that I started crying for real. It was hard to tell because I already had tears streaming due to the shitty LA air quality, so I made sure to add little whimpering noises. I feel better now, but my face looks like it's been rode hard and put away wet. (I love that expression. Let's all use it more.)
On the bus this morning, a guy sat behind me, muttering to himself that "This is the saddest thing in the world, get the phone, call for help. It's so sad. We need help, we need help."
It took everything in my body not to turn around and ask him "But who can we call?"
| | Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 | | 9:08 am |
sick sad world
1. The guy from the plane called and i gave him the lowdown on my attached-ness. It was awful and I felt so bad. It never occurrs to me to mention to someone when i am first meeting them that I am not single, because I do not walk around expecting everyone to be interested in dating me. That said, we are now fb friends and will probably meet up in Culver for after work beers at some point because we both work over there. So basically I got exactly what I wanted. 2. Our garbage disposal is full of broken glass. The kitchen practically flooded from the damage this has done to the pipes. 3. Jason is moving out. Roommate search begins again. I could scream. 4. I dreampt about that gd garbage disposal all night. But also the bathing suit I want. Which looks like this: it also comes in black, but I'm not sure which color I want. Opinions?
Also, this:
Ask me one question for each of the following:
1. Friends
2. Sex
3. Music
4. Drugs
5. Love
6. Livejournal | | Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 | | 9:13 pm |
stuff stuff stuff
I'm 24. I saw Hugh Hefner at Pinkberry. Chitra moved out. The new girl is nice, as is the new guy. I got an HP HDX 16 for my birthday. It is the first new computer that I have ever had (every computer I've ever used has been a hand-me-down, and several years old). For my bday bf and I went to this restaurant where you "build your own burger" off of a checklist style menu and it was pretty much fully delicious. I got a turkey burger on a bed of greens with grilled pineapple, grilled red onions, roasted red peppers, and roasted corn and black beans. It owned. While I was home my dad made fesenjan which is delightful, and my mom made a red velvet cake, which I ate at least 1/4th of. I met a really cool and funny guy on the airplane home. I really want to be friends with him, but idk if he wants to jump my bones, and if so, if that is like, deal-with-able. My birthday present from bf came with a free hello kitty scrunchie (actual present was a hello kitty blanket). I am in love with the scrunchie.  I post a lot of photos lately. Tell me if it's annoying. |
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