Kimberly

I finally have a computer again so I can update my blog Woo!

I've been feeling very unmotivated lately so I have "The Devil Wears Prada" in the background. I watch it every couple of months to remind me that clothes/makeup/hair matters and work should be my life. Obviously, I only watch the first part and not the boring self actualization section of the movie.

Anyways, now that I am not feeling emo any more I am going to write about why I felt sad on Sunday. I had told myself that I would try to make new friends so I invited my roommates fuck buddy out to girl's night with me. She seemed like a good candidate at the time... eager to make new friends, nice, pretty, and she is going to beauty school so I had a wild fantasy that she would practice all of her techniques on me and I would end up with glowing skin.

Boy was I wrong. The girl was W-E-I-R-D..now she keeps text messaging me with random ass TMI thoughts about her life. no wonder my roommate won't commit to her.

one day i hope to meet a nice normal new friend. in the meantime i am going to work on my other goals for myself which are:

- stretching every day (baby steps!)
- getting to work on time
- bringing my lunch to work

you would think it would be easy but its not. you can track my progress on my public blog.

Even though I spent the entire weekend with my wonderful friends, drinking wonderful cocktails, and stuffing myself with delicious food now that I have a moment to myself I am turning into a self-loathing emo kid. This usually happens every Sunday when everybody I care about decides to watch the Redskins game instead of hang out with me. So, basically I blame football for my temporary depression.

I just feel very stuck in my not a girl not yet a woman phase. I'm very much in love with my boyfriend but....we are not ready to get married yet. I love my friends...but we are all doing our own thing so we don't get to see each other that much. I love my family but...if I see them for long periods at a time they drive me crazy.

Anyways I have a real reason for writing this entry but I don't feel comfortable writing about it yet so I guess I will just leave it at that. I am going to make this blog my "emo" blog so I can complain about all the stuff that bothers me. It is SO hard to put up the persona of a happy, sweet girl all the time.

Btw, I am no longer self loathing. I told you it was temporary.

I am uppity, bitchy and judging. I don't know if that is something I like about myself or something I don't like about myself.

Desperately seeking Serena...

Ok I am supposed to go out to two parties in the district tonight but I am lazy and I will probably end up snuggling underneath my blankets watching "Desperate Housewives of Atlanta" (the best show ever...

I am reading old journal entries and found this one dated
Mon, Sep. 27th, 2004, 10:04 pm

My dry, hacking cough is becoming famous! Today I was walking and I coughed and the guy in front of me stopped and was said, "Hey! Aren't you in my comm class? I recognize your cough!" I am sorry to report that my cough is slowly going away...so be sure to check it out while it is still around.

This random guy in front of me turns out to be my very lovable, huggable boyfriend! You never know who you are going to fall in love with hahaha...

I was 18. He was 21. He looked like Enrique Iglesias. He was the cutest boy I have ever met and he liked ME! Chubby, socially awkward me! He was wordly. He drank wine. He wore women's jeans because it fit him better. He knew how to drive to Georgetown. He quoted Family Guy and The Simpsons like it was his job. He was a deejay and together we were going to make a soundtrack of our life.

I am 24. I am old. I'm not chubby. Nor was I ever chubby. I'm still socially awkward but I hide it by smiling a lot. And he is old. and fat. And he doesn't deejay anymore. I have found the love of my life. He has found the love of his life...a fat vegan with a police record.

His parents miss me.

As Nelson Muntz would say... "Ha Ha!"

PS: I am over him just not over the fact that I have been replaced by a fat vegan with a police record. who has a drinking problem. and had a drug problem. i would have been a good mother to his son.

I don't think I give my boyfriend enough credit but he really is the most wonderful person I have ever met. Here are some reasons why:
- I really wanted to go to the Spice Girls concert but didn't have anybody to go with. He bought tickets for me to go and even wore the pink "Spice Boy" shirt I made him.
- He is nice to my family and friends even when they are annoying.
- He calls me every month on the 16th to wish me a happy anniversary.
- After a long day of work he will commute from DC to Springfield then to my house just to spend some time with me. He will wake up at five so he can do it all over again.
- He sends flowers to my office so I can make all the other girls jealous.
- He doesn't mind when I ogle babies at church/restaurants/shops/elevators/work/etc. or talk about my future children.
- When I am really upset about something he genuinely tries to change (even if it doesn't always work)
- He went to a gay bar with me on Election Night because he knew I wanted to hang out with some of my friends
- He supports me in every single decision I make
- He doesn't care that I sleep with a Zac Efron pillow at night

Hello Live Journal World! It has been almost two years since I have last updated. In this time frame the following has happened:

- I have moved out of my parent's house and have furnished an entire townhouse all by myself!
- Rob and I celebrated our two year and six month anniversary earlier this week. It has not been easy. There has been a lot of fighting (all on my part cus I'm a crazy girl) but I truly believe that I have found someone that I can spend my life with.
- I have been working at an advertising company for the past year. I recently received my very first raise and I am the lead account executive on a large annual music festival.


So overall, I win!

I might start writing in this journal again since I don't think anybody checks it. Holler if you do! There is a lot of day to day drama that I haven't talked about but that would take forever and a day to write about...

diagnosis.delicious.blogspot.com

It's my new journal.

I am addicted to the television show Ugly Betty (ABC/Thursdays/8PM). It has all the elements of a fun show - - beauty, fashion, and drama. I am most drawn to it because I feel a deep connection with the main character Betty Suarez.

I am the child of immigrant parents. I eat carbs and am a midget compared to tall and thin counterparts. I have unruly brows. I am often overlooked by my prettier and more social sister. I work harder than most to take care of my family. I worry a lot. I was not raised to be an independant, strong businesswoman but a caring, connected person. I am unsure of myself but I keep on going. Shoot, I even have a poncho only mine is from Guatamala not Guadalajara.

Critics have been touting Ugly Betty as a great role model for young Latinas. I feel Betty is a great role model for anybody. She gives me hope.


"It's a hormone patch so my mustache doesn't grow back in" - Alexis (a transgender character on the show)
"Oh really! Where do you get that? Because I have to bleach mine all the time" - Betty

1. You are walking your dog and an emu runs beside you

See here: http://www.nbc4.com/news/9902050/detail.html

2. You are driving out to the bars and a goat runs in front of your car

3. You spend your first month anniversary whacking a snake (only pretending carey..only pretending!)

4. you go canoeing in your backyard when there is heavy rainfall...and get caught in a strong current and have to be saved.

justin timberlake + timbaland = THEHOTNESS.

we were so close up that i didn't even need to wear heels to see over peoples heads (a feat, since i am barely 5'2")!

excuse me while i giggle like a school girl.teeheeheeheee.

Heaven is a freshly baked chocolate croissant and watching the Golden Girls in your cubicle away from prying eyes!

- Kimberly

PS: I'm seeing JT tommorow at the 9:30 Club, the home of my much cooler internship.

If you haven't noticed, I had given up on my search on trying to find a new friend everyday. I was an optimistic (almost) graduate a couple of months ago and now I'm.... CYNICAL! FLAKY! TIRED!
I am leaving my internship Georgetown next week. I am happy for it. I have gotten some great experience, but Jian is right the people here are stuffy and self concerned. Except for the homeless people - - but they usually are talking to their imaginary friends and drinking starbucks coffee. Which also reminds me, I have seen 3 homeless people sporting new balances and one man rocking a pair of nikes. What's up with that? I am seriously wearing my flip flops that I got ON SALE at PAYLESS that I had to pay for with a CREDIT CARD.
Next stop. Dupont Circle. I think I will like it a lot. It is in close proximity to Moby Dick's House of Kabob and the senior account executive reminds me a little bit of RAchael Ray..and me mixed together! I like that combo!
Yesterday I fell asleep at the wheel for .3 seconds and ran the front of my rims into a big old rock. I am okay but my car needs to be fixed. It was very scary! I need to sleep more often, I can't believe the rest of my life is going to be like this.

Hi. Intern Kimberly here, sitting at her desk in Georgetown. My new summer goal is to talk to a new person everyday. I will write about it in here. Hopefully I will meet some interesting people!

K.Van Vs. F.O.I.L.

As you can see in the picture. I GRADUATED! Only..not. I'm a total fraud. I still have to take a freshman level math course to get my diploma. So, it has come to this. Math is still haunting me. I have registered for this course three times over my four years at Mason and have dropped it every time in favor of things such as Thursday Happy Hour at Chili's (a celebration of food). I have considered ways to get away this course some ideas being: hiring a stereotypical Asian girl (who is good at math) to take my place during summer school or simply just not getting my diploma. I have the pictures that say I graduated! Who needs a stinkin' diploma?!



PS: Kimberly "Who needs class when you have $2 draft beers" Van got a 3.8 this semester. HOTNESS.

This weekend was nothing short of incredible. Although I ran into many technical diffuculties (selling my championship game ticket for ten dollars when finding a buyer for 100 ten seconds later, dropping my milkshake on the ground, dragging my friend's to a west virginia big boy for a bob's big boy piggy bank and not finding it, getting in a fight with a best friend, losing one of my sorority sisters and travelling back with only the clothes on my back)...I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET THIS TRIP.

This is what college is for!

PS: I finally went to White Castle and it is DISGUSTING. (And I am not a discriminating eater)

- I am out of green and gold clothing.
- My liver hates Mason basketball.

But who the fuck cares cus we are going to the FINAL 4!!!!!!!! In other news, everything in my life is a mess.

wow it feels so good to laugh out loud without feeling a searing pain in your heart. thank goodness for chemotherapy!


and i can't help but mention the gmu/unc game yesterday. hotness. total hotness. kat and i were dying.dying.dying yesterday when mason won. GO PATRIOTS!

Most random pictures i've seen of myself in a while...