beer + tub = best job ever

Last night I sold beer out of a tub on the patio of Stella's. It is probably the best job ever. Seriously. Sitting outside in the warm night air, shooting the shit with drunk people who give you a dollar for opening a bottle of beer for them. You don't have to try to navigate through the throng of people with a tray full of cocktails, people come to you! Best. Job. Ever

pimps don't commit suicide / teen horniness is not a crime

Woah. Wednesday night I watched or rather attempted to watch the movie Southland Tales. This is by director Richard Kelly who did the movie Donnie Darko. All I can say is WTF. And "teen horniness is not a crime." If you want to be completely flabbergasted by the insane WTF-ness of a movie, watch Southland Tales.

Also, I think I caught and fought off a 24 hour virus in the time between Wednesday and Thursday. I thought it was the movie giving me a headache, then I thought I got the headache because I had hit myself in the head with a door on Tuesday, but then when I still wasn't feeling well Thursday I figured it maybe was a little bug. But it seems gone now.

Don't forget, "pimps don't commit suicide." (WTF.)

green goodness

I like how green looks greener against a grey sky. I also like what green looks like in the goldeny rays of late afternoon. I used to like to lay in those rays when I lived at home, but in my apartment all my windows face north so no golden rays for me. Yumi likes to lay in those rays too. Sometimes I simulate that color of light by wearing my Persol sunglasses, because they have yellowy lenses. It brightens my day. But today we have green on grey, which I will enjoy on my way back to work in 30 minutes. I'm sleepy. I just want to watch movies for the rest of the day...

soundset sightings

Yesterday was Soundset: an entire day dedicated to hip hop. I went with Morgan, and being that he's hardcore we got there at noon and didn't get home til eight. I had forgotten how exhausting festival type shows can be. I definitely would have rather gone later, but oh well. Or maybe had a few more breaks on the grassy area by the dome. But the music was good, as was the company and I had a good time. Caught a nice tan too. And saw a million and one people that I knew, but hadn't seen for a while.

Besides the music, my other favorite part of Soundset was the people watching. I saw a zillion cute pairs of sneakers, a crazy dancing girl dressed in a dirty white tube dress, a few groups of roaming 12 year olds (AA show, yknow), 3 or 4 extremely cute boys, quite a few chicks that thought it would be a good idea to wear 4 inch heels to an 8 hour show, too many thongs hanging out the tops of jeans (hello! can we say tacky??), some great hair, the cutest little dancing boy ever, girls dressed like they were going clubbing, a bunch of cute summer dresses, dehydrated drunk people, trailer trash, and oh so much more.

Hmm... my blog today seems like it's lacking my usual energy... I think it's because I just ate McDonald's with a strawberry shake. It made me sluggish. Ha.

superficial things that weird me out

1. When people have smiles that look more like a grimace than a smile.

2. When people have smiles that unfortunately are more gum than tooth. I know its mean, but it makes me mildly uncomfortable.

3. When people gain weight in their body, but their head stays the same size.

4. When people eat in certain ways that are gross. You know what I mean.

5. Body odor that isn't normal. Like BO that is from working out and exercising is one thing, but just a strange off smell is another.

what i need is what i want... maybe

I just realized in the past couple of days that in some aspects of life, I have no idea what I want. I thought I did, and I bitched and moaned and complained about the fact that I wasn't getting it. Then it dropped into my lap more than once and now I'm all woah, wtf.

In general, I feel like sometimes I get completely obsessed with an idea, whether it be getting a roommate, a new painting, a relationship, or whatever and then a couple days later I'm over it. Or maybe not over it, but I get completely nervous about the idea or something happens and I'm all on the fence about it when just a day or two earlier it was all I wanted. I think I think too much. Or totally expound on the experience I just had with ideas of what *could* happen in the future and freak myself out. That's also how I get obsessed in the first place though, I expound on what could happen and get myself all excited.

Or maybe I just get nervous about losing things I just recently gained. Or I'm too used to dealing with crazies where I know things will come to an end and I don't have to worry about it. Or I'm afraid that it *will* in fact end, but at the same time scared that it won't.

Or maybe I'll just try to stop thinking about it and just live my life and see what happens. After all it's only like day two.

tuesday reflections

Ok, I would just like to clarify a few things about my post before on blogs. I do not hate poetry. I do not dislike blogs that have poetry on them. I just dislike really flowery poetry-esque/philosophical, self-reflective blogs that are being written for an audience, which possibly renders the self reflection non-reflective?

For instance, I read a blog that is full of self reflection, but I feel like said blogger really just has a thought and writes it down without calculating into his blog the responses he will get from his readers. Whereas there are other blogs like that where I feel the blogger will write or say certain things, because they know they have an audience and the blogger plays to them and it just all gets a bit narcissistic. That's all I'm saying. Also props to blogs like my sister's with lots of photos giving us on the other side of the world a peek of her life across the sea :)

Now enough about blogs.

I am in love with the movie Ironman. Everyone needs to go see it. In theaters. Don't wait for it to get to the cheap theater or wait to rent it. Just sneak in some candy and pay the rising price of theater tickets, because it will be worth it.

Really hoping Syesha gets voted off Idol this week.

Now I need to go clean my apartment. Stay tuned for more fascinating tidbits from Yumi Lover Life...

happy mother's day!

To all the moms, moms to be, and most importantly, my own ma, have a super fantastic day!

happy belated birthday sia!

OMG. I don't know how this could have possibly happened, but I missed putting up Sia's birthday post! The little darling turned 1 year old on May 1st! Lately she has taken to dumping over the water dish so there is a permanent wet spot on my carpeting. Such a precious little kitten, she's growing up so fast :)

asian people RULE!

Yet another reason why Asians rock your socks off...



I'd like to see *YOU* make a broccoli flute. Yeah, that's right white boy, I'm talkin' to YOU. (...kidding!)

productive procrastination / procrastinate productively

Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo! Obviously, I had to go out and drink tequila. (Obviously.) Thus I woke up late today and got ready for work. Just as I was lint rolling my pants, about to walk out the door, I got a phone call. I was called off. Again. I mean it *is* raining, and I was scheduled for the patio, but boo! So now what?

So I changed into a tanktop and sweatpants. Got on my laptop. Thought about doing some prework for work I know my bro will be needing later. Seemed like plugging in my wacom tablet would be a lot of work. Didn't do it. Changed my ichat photo. Played a move in scrabbulous. Talked to my cousin on ichat for an hour about the merits of serving jobs, the best soup in the world, flamin' hot cheetos with cream cheese, and the demise of hidden beach. Changed my myspace photo. Listened to the music on other people's myspace pages. Added a photo to my "I likey" album. Read the missed connections on Craigslist. Laughed at the missed connections on Craigslist. Checked to see if I could go again on scrabbulous. I couldn't. Thought about resuming my painting. Didn't resume. Thought about drawing more characters/designs for DevilWise. Didn't do it. Talked to my cousin some more. Wished that I was being more productive since I have this entire free day. Blogged about it.

thoughts on blogs

So, I was just thinking about how I've become a much better blogger than I used to be as far as consistently posting. Then I was thinking about how I mostly just use my blog as an outlet to bitch about stuff and post pictures of my cats. Sometimes I even update you about my life or give you my opinion on random stupid stuff. Which is fine, but... not really interesting. Being that I'm not spontaneously witty and funny, it's a small wonder that I even have readers. But then I also thought, maybe it *is* semi interesting if you know me, because you know... you might get a small inkling about what goes on in my head. But that's only if you're really perceptive, because really, my blog is fairly superficial.

It's interesting the different kinds of blogs people have. Some are kind of serious in nature, talking about deep feelings, or personal problems, self reflection... things of that nature. I usually don't enjoy reading these blogs, because these people usually like to use a lot of metaphors, but we all know what they are talking about anyway and have to go through the effort of decrypting. Either that or they try to be very poetic about it, which kind of works sometimes, but I'm not a big fan of poetry either (which is too bad).

Other blogs are just about whatever, but the author is really funny and witty so no matter what the blog is about, it has entertainment value. These are my faves; whether food, sex, alcohol, belly button lint, or the weird looking dude at the bus stop, these blogs are a delight to read. Even their more serious posts are good, because these people tend to be very good writers.

And some are a strange mix of the two I've mentioned above, which confuses me. I'll stop reading some for a while when they get too poetic, but then go back and be bummed that I missed a good funny one.

Mikey made the point though, that even if no one reads your blog, you still have a record of what was going on in your life at certain points in time. And the whole reason I even started this blog was to remember my time in Korea. So, I will continue to blog about whatever the hell I want, because it will be fun to look back on it and see what I was thinking at 11:17pm on a Sunday night on May 4th of 2008.

Side note: my right eye is itching like crazy from pollen. Also, shoutout to Jimmy J., welcome back to Mpls!

no mas cigarettes!!

It's official kids, I am a NON-SMOKER. I have extinguished my final cigarette. I am free. Forever.

myspace madness

Ok, have you ever browsed random people's profiles on myspace? Well, I have been up all night wasting time and browsed many a profile and let me tell you, there are some strange strange people out there. Sometimes you discover some cool music people have on their profiles, but not too often.

The best part, however, is the profile pics.

A few of my favorites for guys include: the "thinker" pose (fist under chin), the skinny white boy trying to look like a thug, the thugs trying to look badasses (lots of sunglasses and raised chins), anyone posing with a gun (seriously?!), incredibly obese people with celebrities/cartoons up as their pic, self taken pics of guys holding up their shirts to show their washboard abs or even better, self taken pics of guys holding up their shirts to show their skinny high metabolism stomachs.

My faves for girls: anyone doing a pinup girl pose, but they are dressed in jogging suits or the like, the taken from behind pose with girl (attempting) to seductively look over her shoulder and showing lots of ass (granted, with the right lighting and a pretty girl it might be ok), and really just any amateurish looking image where the girl is trying to look like a sex kitten--- unfortunately, it's hard to look like a sex kitten when you are in your shitty apartment kitchen with the dirty dishes and a potted plant in the background.

AND, there was one takeall winner of best pic-- this was actually not a profile pic, but it was one of two images that he had. And I can't post it, because this is a pg-13 blog ;) But if you are interested, I will give you a link, cuz oh lordy, it is a DOOZY.

And now it's quarter to 4 in the morning, so I'm signing off. Good luck & good night!