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Tuesday, December 11th, 2007
4:29 pm - if you're cool...you get it...
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Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
2:54 pm - ...screw you guys I'm goin' home...
...for a visit that is....

I fly in this saturday at about 9:15 pm...

Nicole Prunkard and I will be at Woody's this SUNDAY NOV. 20th probably around 10 pm just chillin'. If you wanna catch up with me while I'm in town, this will probably be the best time to do it cause' I'll only be in town for a couple of days. I hope ANYONE and EVERYONE can make it out...even for a few minutes just to at least say hi!!! I would really like to see everyone from back home I've missed so much. I love California but Royal Oak will always be my home/favorite place and I am totally geeked to be home!!! Message me back or e-mail me if you have any questions or concerns (hehe....like it's really complicated LOL)

See you guys soon!!

xo, Alexis

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Monday, October 3rd, 2005
3:45 pm - guys can be such pussy ass girls sometimes and it makes me wanna throw up on them
why do people have to be so fucking dis-respectful??

brett and a bunch of our friends from michigan live in the apartment above me and a bunch of our friends also live in the lower apartment with me. so both apartments are very communal. for example: the x-boxes are in my apartment so a lot of the time everyone is over at my place. likewise the internet computer is located in bretts apartment so a lot of times people are up in his apartment. I usually end up watching most of my TV at brett's just because the TV at my place are usually being used be everyone playing Halo2. Same with the cooking. a lot of times you can find brett and drew cooking at my place or me cooking at bretts....it helps I've been his girlfriend for 4 years. Anyway...it is usually just a very laid back environment!!

so. yesterday maggie and I were hanging out watching TV in my room. we decide that we're hungry and wanna make something to eat. brett tells us it's okay (like usual) to go and raid his kitchen cabinet. so maggie and i make our way upstairs. we decide to make grilled cheese and tomato soup. we are in the midst of making our meal...having a great time, laughing, talking...when one of bretts room mates walks into the kitchen and stops (he had obviously just woken up...it was 2pm...however I know he can work late so it wasn't really weird). he stops and announces that he needs coffee. we, of course, scramble to make room for him on the counter where his coffee machine is located apologizing for the slight mess we had made (keep in mind that the reason there wasn't really any room to begin with was because the kitchen was already kind of a mess...mostly with dirty beer bottles and dishes...something I can understand with 5 guys living in one apartment). so the kitchen was a little cramed while us 3 were all there. I didn't think much of it at all. he then mentions that the soup we were making was his. we both apologize and tell him that we didnt realize it was his (i always assume that everything is brett and drews 'cause they are the only ones I ever see shopping...i admit that is a major miscalculation on my part). we then tell him we will, of course, replace it. I guess I really didn't think to much about it when I grabbed it because there were at least 2 more cans still left in the pantry after the fact. he seemed to accept it just fine. whatever...so we leave the kitchen pretty fast cause we were pretty much done anyway and head back down to my apartment.

today i find out that he (brett's roommate) approahed maggie later that evening and was very upset that we were cooking in his kitchen and using his soup and also expressed displeasure at the fact that maggie and I had become such good friends and that she was coming around so much. okay....now i could maybe understand him feeling kinda weird that she was hanging around due to the fact that, yes, he and her had a brief history. It really burns my butt cause...
A.)that "history" was very brief (no spiritual connection or anything like that...it was also non of my business and therefore not affecting any friendship i may have with her). Also that "history" was so long ago no one ever brings it up.
B.)Maggie is not only one of my very good friends...she is also drews...so if she is around his apartment more than what he would like it's because HIS roomate drew is also her good friend. Me being her friend shouldnt really effect the amount appearances she puts in at his place considering the fact that I live in the apartment below...also usually when maggie and i hang out we are her place or out.
C.)I shouldn't have to justify mine and maggie friendship with anyone. maggie is a good friend to me and i love having her around. sod off if you got a problem with it. because, ya know what? it's precisely that...you problem...not mine...not maggies.
D.)if he really was upset about us using his kitchen and soup then the more appropriate person to approach would be me...since I was the reason we were up there. maggie would never have gone over to his place and just started cooking...it was brett and drews place thats why we were there'cause brett was my boyfriend. if both apartment werent so communal and laid back then I would be able to see him being upset that we were even there. it was also ME that took the soup not her. this only makes me believe that there were hidden reasons why he approahed her and not me. I think that had maggie not even been in the kitchen with me...it wouldn't have been a problem. this is what pisses me off...

I have also found out that "roommate" was drunk when he approached maggie. I don't find that this is a good excuse for rude behavior but rather just and excuse to show us what youre really thinking.

It really disappoints me because up until recently...I didnt have a very good opinion of "room mate" but, like I said, recently that had begun to change. In fact, the night before this incident "roommate" was very nice to me and we had a pretty nice couple of minutes talking.

why is that before I moved into this apartment full of guys I never had any drama in my life? and now that i live there i always have all this drama surrounding me?

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Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
10:29 am - Help find Taylor. She is MISSING!!!


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8:07 am - This guy should be president....he could do a better job
My weekly Bill Maher update:

"Now, Americans have always loved devil movies: “The Exorcist,” “The Omen,” “Rosemary's Baby,” “The Devil's Advocate.” The list goes on forever because Americans love the devil. Why? Because he's simple and he provides a simple answer. He did it.

But evil is not a demon with a tail and horns. That's a Jew. And evil – evil isn't some spectral goblin with red eyes and the voice of Anthony Hopkins. That's Anthony Hopkins.

Is George Bush purely evil? Of course not. And that's what's so evil about him. He doesn't twirl a mustache and smirk and cackle. Well, he doesn't twirl a mustache. He's like the Peanuts character Pigpen. Wherever he goes, he stirs up such a humongous mess it can only be cleaned up by Halliburton. But he is not pure evil.

Because evil is a chain. Did any one person doom New Orleans ? No, it's a chain. People vote for a corrupt leader; a corrupt leader puts unqualified cronies in high places, and when those cronies fuck up, evil gets done. The devil didn't fly up from hell and knock a hole in that levee. The levee just didn't get built because the money for it went to rich people's tax cuts and pork projects and corporate welfare.

Evil isn't “ Salem 's Lot .” It's Trent Lott. This week, an ailing American bald eagle was found to be dying from mercury poisoning. Republicans immediately tried to blame it on the eagle's lifestyle choices. But it's worth noting that also this week, the White House threatened to veto limits on mercury pollution. Now, pure evil would be if George Bush sat around the White House saying, “Let's poison eagles!” And even I don't believe George Bush would do that.

Cheney would do that. And even he is not pure evil. Dick Cheney doesn't hate poor children and caribou. They're just in the way.

Bottom line: some people think Satan is real and some people think global warming is real. If you think stopping gays from doing it is more important than the ice caps melting, the boogeyman is you…"

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Monday, September 19th, 2005
9:40 am - so sad....
I am feeling rather politically enraged lately. Watching Real Time with Bill Maher is probably not the way to calm my rage and concern. Here are some excerpts from a recent show of his. I don't think that 'inspiration' is the right word to use...but it's as close as a word can get. Bush sucks. It IS a great country that we live in and it IS a great constitution that we have, however, it's the asshole's who run it and interpret it that are causing our downfall and distruction. It's confusing to me that the majority of the world doesn't seem to get it, but some how, only a few like Bill Maher, Kurt Vonnegut, Al Franken, Cynthia Tucker, and George Carlin do.

A few words from Kurt Vonnegut:

"I think the earth's immune system is trying to get rid of us"
-on the recent Katrina and Tsunami disasters

A few words from Bill Maher:

"Now, I kid, but seriously, Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you anymore. There's no more money to spend. You used up all of that. You can't start another war because you also used up the army. And now, darn the luck, the rest of your term has become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor people.

Yeah, listen to your mom. The cupboard's bare, the credit card's maxed out, and no one is speaking to you: mission accomplished! Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and walk away. Like you did with your military service. And the oil company. And the baseball team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next fantasy job. How about cowboy or spaceman?!

Now, I know what you're saying. You're saying that there's so many other things that you, as president, could involve yourself in…Please don't. I know, I know, there's a lot left to do. There's a war with Venezuela, and eliminating the sales tax on yachts. Turning the space program over to the church. And Social Security to Fannie Mae. Giving embryos the vote. But, sir, none of that is going to happen now. Why? Because you govern like Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly I'm surprised you haven't given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe that walks like a man.

Herbert Hoover was a shitty president, but even he never conceded an entire metropolis to rising water and snakes.

On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four airliners, two Trade Centers, a piece of the Pentagon and the City of New Orleans…Maybe you're just not lucky!

I'm not saying you don't love this country. I'm just wondering how much worse it could be if you were on the other side. So, yes, God does speak to you, and what he's saying is, “Take a hint.”"

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Wednesday, August 31st, 2005
11:10 am - My dad and baby Quenten

So I know you guys are probably about to gag...cause I keep posting about my nephew....but TOO BAD!!

Here he is with my dad and Amber the dog!!!!  He's just so cute!!!
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Thursday, August 25th, 2005
9:49 am

Everyone....say hello to my nephew Quenten Mathew Branch.  Isn't he adorable???

My favorites are #1 and #2.  #2 cause...well...it's the cutest and #1 cause it looks like he's sing into a microphone!!!  I'm so excited!!

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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
12:04 pm - It's a boy!!!
My older sister, Shannon unexpectantly had her baby over the weekend!! His name is Quenton Matthew Branch!!! I'm so exited to be an aunt!!.... a lot more excited than I thought I would be. My older sis and I aren't that close...but when I got that call on Saturday morning that she was being rushed into a ceccerian delivery...oh man....things came into place. Quenton is a month early and totally healthy (thank god). He's 5 pounds 9 ounces of cuteness...(i'm gonna try and post his picture soon). I hate living across the country at times like this...I don't get to spoil him like I really want to...and I only get to hear him, and talk to him over the phone. I'll always just be that aunt that lives in California. The one he doesn't know at all but sends a gift on his B-day and a card at X-mas. I don't really get to meet him until November...I can't wait. I'm thinking I need to give him a nickname though...Quenton makes me think of the prison. Shannon's hubby calls him his 'sidekick'...he's so excited to be a dad....he'll seriously be such a great dad.....It's so weird to think that one of us (the Nemeth kids) have a baby...after 31 years of being a dad himself....my dad finally gets to be a grandpa... It sounds weird but that, to me, is the best part...I think my dad is the happiest out of everyone...he's gonna spoil him the most....(sigh)

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Monday, August 22nd, 2005
12:03 pm - hehe

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Friday, August 5th, 2005
10:10 am - some inspiration for you
hey guys!!!...

I know I already e-mailed this to most of you but... I thought I would share it with the rest of you...it really inspired me so check it out...

Enjoy. Definitely worth the time to read.

Steve Jobs, 2005 Stanford Commencement Address

This is the prepared text of the address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, who spoke at Commencement on June 12, 2005.

“I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.

Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course!" My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward! ; You can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents’ garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.

And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that your are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "! Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.”

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Thursday, July 21st, 2005
2:18 pm

I just wanted to say that last night I saw Wicked...and IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!!! I can not say it enough. I am totally inspired!!!. You know that feeling you get when you see something so unbelievable?? You know where your mouth is hanging open and you can't help but stare? That was me last night watching this play. I was so wrapped up. I forgot my surroundings and the fact that I was in a theater, I forgot that the land of Oz is fiction, and I forgot that people don't usually sing their feelings to an audience.

The writing of this play was genius! There were so many metaphores for real life that you can help but feel so connected to the characters and the story they are trying to tell.

Of course, it was visually stunning as well. I was sooo breathless at the last scene of the first act. There is this song called, "Defying Gravity" and it is a turning point where Elphaba really becomes "the wicked witch of the west". It's mesmerizing because you realize that SHE is not evil but the world around her is and she is forced to leave innocence and become this...radical!! She is on her broom stick flying for the first time, singing about defying gravity(aka the corruption of Oz) and they have these lights on her which create the illusion of this massive cape flowing behind her and all around the stage. My heart was beating so fast and I had goose bumps!!

Here is a pic:

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They modestly tied it in so well with The Wizard of Oz too. I'll never be able to watch that old movie with the same perspective ever again. I laughed, I cryed, but mostly, I stared in disbelief....

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Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
3:21 pm - my space, shmy space
I finally broke down and got myself a myspace account. So anyone here who is also on myspace, let me know so I can add you to my account.

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Friday, June 24th, 2005
9:12 am - Booyah!!!
That's right!!!

You are

"I'm rash and impulsive. It's a flaw."

What "Buffy" Character Are You?

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Thursday, June 16th, 2005
1:58 pm - EARTHQUAKE!! part 2
Just had another earthquake!! I was just sitting at my desk and the whole building started to shake/sway. It was slightly bigger than the one on Sunday...but everthing is cool. I'm just a little nervous cause now my cell isn't working and I can't call Brett and make sure everything's alright....urg!

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Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
9:20 am - Michigan does NOT FUCK AROUND with that shit!
How is it that I didnt know until just about 5 minutes ago that last night the whole west coast of California, and little bit of Mexico and Canada, was under a tsunami warning?

Earthquakes can trigger other earthquakes. Well the earthquake that I experienced on Sunday triggered another one 90 miles off the coast of Northern California. It was a 7.0!! eeeeeeeekkkkkk!! (the one in Thailand was a 9.0). It turns out, thank god, the quake had a vertical slip and not a horizontal (one that is typical for a tsunami wave).

If I had been home in Glendale lastnight I don't think I would've been as worried about me. Glendale is very good distance from the shore. We also live in the Valley and we have these nice big moutains surrounding us, and protecting us! However, last night I was in Hawthorne visiting/having dinner my sister Leanne. Hawthorne is about 4 miles off the coast!

Now, I know that with earthquakes there really is no warning as to when they will strike. They can happen at random, anytime, any place. Hence, there is no warning procedure that can take place. However, this is not the case with Tsunami's in America. Obviously, because of the tsunami warning last night, we have the technology to know that an offshore earthquake has occured and a tsunami is a possiblity. Somehow, the people who have this technology are NOT doing their job right! Last night when I was 4 miles away from the shore, eating dinner and talking with my sis we had no idea that we were under any sort of tsunami warning or in danger of a possible tsunami!!! I don't know how these people chose to communicate said warning because I did not RECEIVE IT!! Leanne and I didn't have the T.V. or radio on at all which is normal for both of us.

In Michigan, if there is a Tornado watch or warning they have THESE HUGE LOUD SIRENS that tell us tornado-like weather is on the horizon and, as a precaution, to TAKE COVER!!! Even though, even in Michigan, your chances of injury, dying, or having you house suck up by a tornado, is still rather small...you don't take any chances...Michigan does NOT FUCK AROUND!!! We chill in our basements and when nothing happens we know that it's better to be safe than sorry.

Where the fuck were the sirens last night? I know that they did evacuate a lot of homes along the northern coast, closer to where the quake occured. I still feel like, if the WHOLE coast was under a warning there should be a better way of communicating to people what is happening...it's just ridiculous that I didn't even know until this morning...


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Tuesday, June 14th, 2005
12:11 pm - Holy Crap
I just met Reese Witherspoon!! She came to our floor accidently!! I was sitting at my desk 5 seconds ago, adding rubberbands to my rather large rubberband ball (seriously...that's exactly what I was doing). One of our clients was leaving so I look up to say good bye. The client steps in to the elevator and a blond girl in sunglasses steps out. She says to our client, "I think that elevator is broken". She pushes the elevator button again so they can try and get a different elevator (we have six). Our client looks at her and says, "Ya know. You look a lot like Reese Witherspoon." She replies with a smile, "That's who I am". You could tell that she was a little shy about being recognized. Now I am watching this from my desk about ten feet away. I suddenly realize that I know why she's having problem with the elevator. I ask her if she has a key card. She says "yes" and holds it up for me to see. I walk her over to the elevator that has just opened explaining that sometimes it just takes a few minutes for it to recongnize the card. So I show her what to do, it works, she thanks me and continues on her adventure to the 5th floor. She was so nice! How random.

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9:11 am - I got the hippy hippy shakes
I've experienced my first earthquake!!

It happened Sunday morning. I had woken up early (about 8:30am) and was reading in bed next to a half spleeping Brett. At about 8:40am the words on the page start jumping around. For a second I thought it was the kids in the complex thumping up the stairs outside our door again. Just as I realized that it wasn't the kids and that it was, in fact, an earthquake the light sway/shake stops. It all happened in about 3-5 seconds. I put my book down and glaced over at Brett. His eyes popped open and then glaced over at me. I asked, "did we just have an earthquake?". He replies, "I think so." Now call me lame, but I was kind of excited. I had alway been nervous that my first earthquake would be a 9.0 and devestating. The fact that it was a tiny earthquake and I could laugh about it was the exciting/relieving part. So I run downstairs to see if any of my room mates who might still be up (from the night before) had felt it as well. I get to the living room and there is my room mate Steve all disheveled (long hair all crazy from sleep) standing in the middle of the room looking dazed and confused. I says to him, "did you feel that?" and then he gives me a thank-god-I'm-not-the-only-one-and-i'm-not-crazy look and says, "uuhhhm.... yeah!" Everyone else in the complex slept through it.

We turned on the news later on that night. It turns out that we had caught the outskirts of a 5.6 earthquake (pretty scary)!!! The epi-center of the quake was about 3 miles below the suface of a town called Anza, CA. Anza is about 126 miles away from Glendale (where I live). Pretty crazy huh?

On a side note: I have begun to re-discover the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I forgot how awesome it was. You get Oz for the first time, Jenny Calender is ALIVE, Angel becomes Angelus, and you first meet Giles' evil past as Ripper with Ethan Rayne (pre watcher)... I love it. You catch little things...things you didn't notice before....

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Thursday, June 2nd, 2005
1:44 pm - It is a slow day at work!!!
If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done? I would have the little bit of fat I have on my stomach and legs sucked out…oh and I would love to get porcelain veneers put on my teeth!

Do you have a completely irrational fear? Definitely spiders…actually I’m not a fan of any creepy crawlies…they all give me the heebee geebees. Being fat. I’m also always paranoid of dying in a car accident (morbid I know)

What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment? I chew on my gums, I talk with my hands and never make direct eye contact.

Are you a pyromaniac? I think that started to develop when I was little but I burned myself really bad once and it stopped so, no.

Do you have too many love interests? Romantically…no, just one...going on 4 years. Intellectually I might have a few to many …movies …food …crosswords …friends …books …filling out useless surveys….

Do you know anyone famous? I have met a great deal of celebs at work and through friends out here but I couldn’t say I KNOW them on any personal levels no. Bruce Campbell is the closest and thats only by association…

Describe your bed- a small twin mattress from Ikea that is wicked uncomfortable…give me a few more paydays…HELLO SERTA!!

Spontaneous or plan? Depends on the event…I like to always make a broad plan or an outline of a plan before I do anything. However, I love it when any plan turns spontaneous…I like to go with the flow. Hope for the best…prepare for the worst is what I say.

Do you know how to play poker? No…the guys try to teach me for Monday night poker …but I just don’t care.

What do you carry with you at all times? My purse and all its contents (i.e. wallet, some make-up, cell phone, check card, work badge, car keys…etc…)

What do you miss most about being little? No car payments, rent payments, or car accidents. No work…and getting the summer off. Most of all I miss my hanging out with my dad when I was little…his number one wish now is for me to revert back to being 4 years old…I miss him being able carrying me over his head…I’m just too big now…but he still tries anyway :)

Are you happy with your given name? Very much so. I love it. Alex runs in the family.

How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? I would have to accept no less than $500,000.00. It really is kinda sad huh?

Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? Sure...most of the time. Everyone has their vulnerable moments… I guess it depends on what day of the week it is.

Do transient, homeless, or starving people bother you? Not really…if they let me approach them with my offering. I don’t like the ones that stalk you down the street or have these elaborate stories/sales pitches…i.e. “so, I’m a teacher , today I left my wallet on the bus, and I’m late for class….yada yada yada…blah blah blah...then I lost my light saber and ended up here…could you help me out with a couple of dollars??”…..I’m like, ‘dude you have no shoes’.

Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? Sure. If you’re nice to me, I’m nice to you. If you’re mean to me, then I’m probably gonna ignore you…or be mean back…it depends if you’re worth it for me to argue with.

Do you spend more time with your significant other or friends? I probably spend equal time with both considering I live with both.

What's one thing you wish you could do but can't? Work 3 days a week and still make rent and have money left over. Act. Read minds.

What is your ideal marriage location? As long as I’m with the groom, anywhere. Although….a spa resort on the coast of Mexico sounds nice too.

Which musical instrument do you wish you could play? The guitar…its just so peaceful.

Favorite fabric? Anything that’s soft and I can fall asleep in.

Something you love and hate? I’ve gotta go with Alex’s answer; America.

What kind of bedding do you use? Flannel sheets, a comforter and my original Star Wars pillow cases.

Do you tell your friends about your love life? Only the close ones…

What's the one language you want to learn? Spanish for sure…it’s California.

What do you order at a bar? Dirty Martini with Grey Goose, extra dirty, no Vermouth, extra olive.

Have you ever pierced your body parts? Just the ears

Do you have tattoos? Nope.

Would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery any kind if confronted? Of course. I wouldn’t advertise it, but, why be ashamed? If you’re ashamed then you probably got it for the wrong reasons in the first place. People can usually tell anyway.

Do you drive stick? Nope.

What's one trait you hate in a person? The asshole trait….I think everyone has it, even me. I just hate when people show it at a more than an acceptable amount.

What kind of watch(es) do you wear? I don’t…I just look at my cell phone.

What do you cook the best? I usually don’t, Brett does (I am sooooo not domestic). But if I am forced I can make macaroni and cheese, Ramen noodles…oh…and I can make a pretty mean Green Bean Casserole.

Do you prefer to stand out or blend in? It depends. I usually try to blend in but stand out at the right times or when needed. I do say such random things sometimes.

If you won the lottery, what would you do? Not tell anyone, buy a house, work less, pay off my loan, pay off all of Brett’s old medical bills from when he was sick, fly Mary and Jayna out once a month. Visit Europe. Take ALL of my friends on an awesome vacation.

What's one thing you're a sore loser at? I’m a sore loser when it comes to being in control of the T.V. remote or the car radio but usually I try to bite my lip and live through it…other than that I don’t care.

If you don't like a person, how do you show it? I usually just ignore them and stay out of their way. Depending on what the other person has done to make me not like them and if it’s worth it, I may say something…it’s usually not worth it though. I try not to let anyone else decide how I'm gonna feel.

Do you cry in front of friends? If they happen to be there when I break down, sure. I have in the past. I mean why not? What kind of friends are they if you can’t be with them during your most vulnerable moments.

What kind of first impression do you think you give to people? That I’m a little kooky.

What's one thing you like to do alone? Sing along with the Moulin Rouge and Buffy the Musical Soundtracks into a brush in front of the mirror, cry, meditate, talk to myself and Go #2

When's the last time you cried? 2 days ago…having a really bad day trying to eat all the right foods…felt guilty and fat. Eating bad is the worst habit I’ve ever tried breaking.

Favorite communication method? It depends on who I’m communicating with. I guess most of the time I would prefer in person…but right now I would say phone because that’s how I stay in communication with my dad.

How many drinks before you're tipsy? About 2 dirty martinis’ from my room mate Steve and I feel pretty happy!

Do you ever have to beg? I never HAVE to beg but sometimes I chose to. Not really.

Do you think you're cute? It depends on what day of the week it is and if I’m wearing high heels.

Do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends? No

What's the most painful experience you've ever had? Saying good bye to my dad and Nicole at the airport when I moved out here to California.

current mood: happy

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Monday, April 25th, 2005
1:33 pm - for truth, justice and the american way
On top of LOST, I am now addicted to the TV show SMALLVILLE. I swore to myself that I would never watch any of those dumb WB shows... especially after what that network did to their only good show, ANGEL. Now here I am 4 days later, half way through the SMALLVILLE 2nd season. It's really not my fault...everyone in my complex watches it. They BRIBED me to watch it...and now I'm hooked!! Sometimes ya just gotta give up and surrender...

In other news...I move into my new apartment next weekend. I'm so excited!!! We had a "room mate meeting" yesterday just to finalize everything. Then we had a glass of wine to celebrate Janel passing the torch to me. I'm going to be the only girl living with 3 other guy roommates. The best part is that Brett lives in the apartment above mine! I can't wait to just have my own room!! I havent had that since I moved out here and I'm starting to itch from the clausterphobia.

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