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Saturday, June 08, 2002 ( 10:13 PM ) Scarf Girl HOORAY, No more banging my Palm 3 on the table anymore! Since my brother had a BRAND NEW Palm Vx that has gathered a small layer of dust on the box, he decided to let me use it. Woohoo. I don't expect him to ask for it back anytime soon so YAY! Now what should I install? *ponder* Scarf Girl, signing off. # ( 1:36 PM ) Scarf Girl They have Hello Kitty everything these days... I was in a Japanese supermarket yesterday and saw all of these Hello Kitty appliances: 1) A toaster, which makes the toasts part of the bread so that you can see a Hello Kitty on it. There were 2 different toaster designs... 2) A vacuum cleaner... now the box was just a plain ol' corrugated cardboard box with a black outlined drawing of the vacuum, so I don't know exactly what it looks like, in terms of color and Hello Kitty-ness. 3) A waffle iron, which makes waffles in the shape of Hello Kitty's head. Gotta love that Japanese stuff... Scarf Girl, signing off. # Friday, June 07, 2002 ( 11:09 PM ) Scarf Girl The other day, I asked whether or not you'd go to an ex's wedding.Well, I guess I have some time right now to throw out my two cents. I guess another related question to ask though is, would you invite your ex? I mean, wouldn't it be weird to have your ex at your wedding? How would it make your future spouse feel? I suppose that's a couple more things to think about eh? Well, I'll just assume that you were invited. Then what? Go or don't go? I would imagine that if you were still friends and that things ended in a not-ugly way, then sure, I think it wouldn't be so bad. Actually, let me rephrase that. If your relationship ended smoothly AND it wasn't serious, then I think it'd be okay. Serious as in a fairly long time. I would say that the longer you were in a relationship, the more likely that it would feel very uncomfortable to watch them get married. Sometimes, even being in the presence of your ex can be weird. I mean, there you were at one point, close as can be, and then suddenly, you barely acknowledge each other's existence. Hmm... I don't think this entry is turning out as smoothly as when I was thinking about it. Bottom line is, I'd go to the wedding if I didn't go out with this person for a very long time. Hehheh. Scarf Girl, signing off. # Thursday, June 06, 2002 ( 11:49 PM ) Scarf Girl Ever try to make your own pearl drinks? I think I'm going to try tomorrow. Heheh. Okay, I'll talk about the "going to your ex's wedding" question soon enough. I'm just gathering my thoughts and trying to enjoy the nice weather that we're having. Scarf Girl, signing off. # Wednesday, June 05, 2002 ( 3:20 PM ) Scarf Girl I've recently wondered whether or not the kind of car a guy drives matters. I'm also wondering about the condition of the car. Well, a friend of mine is thinking of buying a used car and he's got 2 to choose from. Now, I'm sure there are pros and cons to either car, but the race is between a used Lexus or a used Camry. He's also in the process of picking up a really old Civic Hatchback. So he asked me what I thought he should get. I voted for the Lexus and was saying he could use it as his "date car." Then I thought about it... does it matter if he were to pick up a girl in a beat-up old Civic Hatchback versus the Lexus? I mean, isn't it all supposed to be about the guy and not his car? Heh, then there's those sayings about how a guy is trying to compensate for maybe some sort of um.. shortcomings with a really expensive or big car. I was watching Undercover Brother the other day and one of the women in the movie said something like... "big hair, big car.. looks like somebody is trying to make up for something.." Ideally, the kind of car shouldn't matter, but I think it may influence a girl a little bit. I mean, not every guy can afford to have a fancy car, or maybe he's very sentimental about his beat-up car since it was the first car he ever had yadi yada. Actually, I'd be more concerned about the condition of the car (interior, exterior). For instance, if I sat in a car that had food and garbage all over the place, I'd be more inclined to mark that against a guy rather than the niceness of his car. He can own the most expensive car in the world and I would still think less if he treated it like a garbage can of sorts. Heh, maybe that's just me. Scarf Girl, signing off. # ( 3:04 PM ) Scarf Girl Great weather out... good thing I'm in the city. SG, signing off. # Tuesday, June 04, 2002 ( 4:38 PM ) Scarf Girl So yesterday when I got home, I openned up the fridge and saw a white box. Now, since one of my dad's friends works at some bakery/deli place, they often drop by and give us some pastries (yumm... sweets...*drool*) Anyways, so I saw the usual white box, but this time, it had a sticker on it to indicate where it's from. Now, I thought that he owned his own bakery shop, but I didn't know he ended up selling it a little while back. Anyways, so white box is from Cafe Madeline, which I talked about their grilled sandwiches some time ago. That place is yum. I open the lid, and there were some individual-sized chocolate pastries. Then I asked around the house and found out that my dad's friend actually works there. Cool. Heheh. I guess running your own business takes a lot more time that most people would like to spend. Heh. Mmm... I'm eating one now, but it's so rich that I don't think I can finish it. And people who know me know that I love desserts and probably can gobble it all down, especially if it's good. Coming down the blog pipelines: Would you go to your ex's wedding? Does the kind of car a guy drives matter so much? Oh man... sugar rush... okay, time to wash that car of mine. Scarf Girl, signing off. # ( 2:36 PM ) Scarf Girl Picture this: 25,000 Winnie the Pooh stuffed animals being destroyed... Disney sues over teddy bears. SG, signing off. # Sunday, June 02, 2002 ( 8:37 PM ) Scarf Girl Well, I have returned from my money-gathering adventure in hopes of padding my bank account in my unemployment. Turned out not to be profitable, but it was quite fun. Scarf Girl, signing off. # |
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