It's MY day.

My birthday, that is. Can I getta woot woot?! 27 years old. So close to 30! Yet I still feel like a little kid.

Rob has a plan for us tonight. Not sure what it is, but I have my suspicions. I dressed up like a rock star today. Black top, shiny black pants, black boots, and my hair all spiked out. Unfortunately I don't get good height. I think I need some more product.

I like this look. I think maybe the reason I love those dark hair, pale guitar boys is because I'm drawn to that "look". So I decided I'm going to get a great pair of sexy black skinny jeans, some more black tank tops, and I want to dye my hair black again. If that doesn't scream rock star, I don't know what does! Obviously I'm going through an identity crisis right now. 1/3 life crisis, maybe. I just want to be (as Tyra would say) FIERCE, instead of boring. Boring sucks.

So as not to be completely boring, here are a few photos from our recent vacation. Rob and I were trying out our model faces. Rob is so Zoolander, but a frightened Zoolander.



Rob and his fam at the top of Mount Washington.



And here I am striking a pose in Cambridge. I bought that top while we were in Providence. I'm addicted to that color.


I hope you all enjoy my birthday!

EDIT: I just realized I'm making kissy faces in both photos. I can't help it. It's either that, or I stick my tongue out. I always feel hokey smiling like a normal person.

Oh yeah (yeah yeah).

So I mentioned how I wish I were Karen O. But it wasn't until a few days ago that I realized that I am completely obsessed with YYY's guitarist, N.Z. I think it has to do with the fact that I keep listening to their song, "Phenomena" over and over. Something about his sound.

And once again, I find myself fixated on a disturbed, skinny, pale, vegan guitarist with wild black hair. (Yes, there are more of them. Conor was first.) So what is with me? What's the draw to that type? Perhaps it's because I'd want to be able to borrow their tiny clothes and hair gel.

But c'mon. You can't watch this video and deny the foxiness. Okay, maybe you can. But I can't.



Don't worry, Rob's not jealous. Besides, I know he's got a thing for Karen O. He loves those half-Korean crazy gals. I should know, I am one.

O, how I want to be you!

Karen O, that is. That chick is WILD and such a rock star. I love it! If I could do anything in the world (and I can't, no matter what my mom told me), I'd be a front woman in a band like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Dream life.

Enough dreaming though. Last night we went to their show at the Electric Factory and what an event! I've realized that my hair is the perfect length for thrashing around. Not too long where it hits other people, but just long enough to get some movement. Um, so yeah, my neck hurts. I don't think I've ever gotten such good cardio at a show before.

We arrived right as the doors opened, barely any line waiting. And for some reason, there were still spots along the front rail when we walked in, so we took a cozy area at the left corner of the stage. It was close. Awesomely close. Here's an example. At one point, Karen O came by, laid down with her head hanging off the stage and stuck the mic in her mouth. This is only slightly zoomed with my crappy digital camera:


It was an outstanding show. Totally worth staying up hours past my bedtime therefore sitting here exhausted at work. Here's my Karen O-llage.


I really needed last night. This week has been packed with signing contracts, checking out apartments and storage, getting everything ready for vacation (i.e. new tires for my car), and trying to get some much needed errands run (i.e. haircut at 4pm today). But everything is working out. Looks like we might not be apartment living afterall, thanks to a very generous offer from someone. I'll get into that later.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

Relief

After more than four months and nearly 40 realtor visits, our condo is FINALLY going under contract! I can't even explain the amount of relief I am currently feeling. The contract won't be ready for signing until a few days, but if all goes as planned, we'll be out of here shortly.

I'd prefer a little time to pack and take care of the hassles such as utilities and mail, but Rob, anxious as usual, wants to hurry the hell out of here so there's less chance of something falling through. I understand where he's coming from. But considering we are going away on vacation all of next week and have every single weekend booked up until the 15th, expecting to be ready to close on the 17th seems a little tight. I'm pushing for the 24th.

It's going to be a crazy few weeks!

This was a great place for the last three years, but I'm ready to move on. Our new home is going to be fantastic, whenever it's ready! Until then, it'll be back to apartment living for us.

So you wanna know about me?

Whitney and Jonathan over at Brown Sugar Design have tagged me to post 8 random things about myself. Well, I'm pretty random, so that's easy. Unfortunately for all of you, "concise" doesn't really describe me, so have fun reading my ramblings. (Like my cheesy headshot?)

• I wear glasses because I’m afraid to touch my eyes. You should see me at the eye doctor. I have to warn him in advance that I may freak out if he gets too close.


• Some people already know this, but I’m half Korean and half Irish. I feel like I look a lot less Asian than most of the half Asians I know.


• When I was in third grade, my dad entered me into a 1.5 mile race. What was he thinking? Not only was I one of the last kids to cross the finish line, but I puked all over the place as soon as I did! Me and athletics don’t mix.


• Growing up, I had a Friday tradition. My grandfather would pick me up at 3pm so my mom could go waitress at a Japanese restaurant. We’d stop at the liquor store for a case of beer and a pretzel rod, then I’d sit through hours of programming such as Hunter, Hawaii 5-0, Magnum PI, and People’s Court. My grandmother and my father would arrive around 6pm, one of them with a pizza, and we’d eat in front of the tv, while watching Cheers and Night Court. Then my dad and I would head home around 8pm. This took place every Friday for probably around 4-5 years.


• I took the SAT’s in 7th grade. I got a 740…TOTAL. But I redeemed myself in high school with a 1390. I only wish they actually meant something.


• Nearly every time I walk down a flight of stairs, I envision myself falling down them and I cringe a little. So I’m always extra careful. I have no clue where this fear of stairs came from.


• I have a love/hate relationship with public speaking. I think I’m pretty damn good at it, but I always dread it.


• Right now, I have this intense urge to dye a big platinum streak in my bangs.

I'm supposed to tag 8 people, but I know some people would never do this, so I'll only tag people that I know would play along, OR people that rarely update their blogs anyway!

Kristen at Taylor Made Designs
Maria the Chocolate Princess
Devon the blog slacker
Mary of Supafly Designs
Mary at Diversion Mary
Tomoko at Tadworks
Rachel at überpaper
Dave at 8th Ave