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1. I fought bebe, and bebe won....

   09.Jan.07, 23:48 EST
   
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   so my new job has me dressing a bit classier than sassier, and i certainly don't mind, but when you have an hour to find an outfit and your office is in caesars palace you suck it up and hit the forum shops....and that's when it happened. i shopped at bebe. to me, that's a cardinal sin. but i did have a clothing allowance and a severe time limit, so i took the plunge. "hi, listen i have an event tonite and i need to tone down my rock and roll look without getting lame. I know you guys are used to these skinny chicks but i want a pantsuit and i want size 10. do you have size 10? i need a 10." "yes we have size 10, but that's the biggest size we have." oh shut the fuck up you pretentious salesbitch. er...i mean... "great! let's get this going then...i don't have much time..." i start flying through the store searching for 10's and L's....and NOTHING looks decent. the pants that do fit are way too long, the jackets are too tight across my it's-been-way-too-long-since-i've-done-pilates midsection, and i'm ready to cry. it was like the movie Pretty Woman in there, pants, coats, silky tanks flying to and fro...skinny saleschicks popping their heads in to bring me new overpriced things that suck....and then... i found my first item. a size 8 cropped jacket that rocked. it was like i struck gold...it looked good AND was a size 8. but the pants & capris still weren't rocking it. but....they had a skirt that went with the jacket. also size 8. i tried it on and held my breath....when i looked in the mirror...success! not only did it fit just fine but it made my big ass look fab! finally found a shirt (a medium!) to complete the look and ran to pick up my check for the clothing allowance. I spent $365 dollars in bebe. that's a dollar a day for a year....on one outfit. from bebe. i did get lots of compliments though, so that almost makes it worth it. but tomorrow I'm back to tarjay. and maybe macy's. don't worry, the way i'll pull it off, you'd never know. farewell sweet bebe...give my regards to the skinny chicks :)

2. can you read my mind?

   09.Jan.07, 23:46 EST
   
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   can you read my mind? So....I'm listening to my FEAR & LOADED Pandora online radio station. It's 3:45am. And I'm pondering life. I'm going to SF later this week, partially to check out my #1 choice for business school, Haas @ Berkeley. Now, I know I had formerly resigned myself to UNLV because I just didn't have it in me to up and move again, especially with burgeoning business prospects and cool steady work here in Sin City. But, I figured.....I should at least check it out. So I'm going to. And you know how your mind just starts to wander on a tangent at times like these...thinking of years gone by, what could have been, what is, what could be....and I'm listening to Pandora while researching info on Berkeley...specifically figuring out when their MBA info sessions are, how to get there via mass transit from my friend's place, etc....i'm thinking...fuck it. I could move. I could. If you can't beat 'em join 'em right? I can't beat the cheese heads, the uneducated, toothless, tasteless, high-on-the-smell-of -their-own-bullshit Vegas morons....so why keep fighting for style in a town that obviously has none? Why not just go where I fit? Right? And then I start to think about studying internationally, in London, Japan, all over the world... And as I'm thinking this, and a totally random song I've never heard comes on Pandora. It's called "Pressure Down" by an artist names Jack Farnham. Very 80's with lots of synth. But what strikes me are the first two lines, as if they're calling out to me: "Set the wheels in motion, and watch them turning round/I want to sail across the ocean, I've grown weary of this town." rest of the lyrics: Take the pressure down Cause I can feel it, it's rising like a storm Take hold of the wheels and turn them around Take the pressure down In this city full of danger, we lead our separate lives And I was frightened by a stranger, with desperation in her eyes Someone turned the pressure on I called your name and you were gone And I was trapped like a prisoner in this lonely town I'm gonna let things slide, until the pressure comes down Oh the winner tells his story, the loser hides in shame The winner steals the glory, while the loser takes the pain ok cheesy? maybe. synchronicity? definitely. But wait, there's more. After this song I'm thinking...hmm. maybe it's a sign. Maybe I SHOULD go. What's keeping me here really? And then wouldn't you know the very next song came on and immediately played devil's advocate to my new outlook...it was The Killers "Read My Mind." Off their new album, Sam's Town. An album named after a man that had nothing in this desert wasteland and turned it into gold. Lyrics: When I'm all alone at night I can hear the beating of your heart I should tell you And I might Before it tears me apart You're all I ever think about alone at night I can hear the beating of your heart I should tell you And I might Before it tears me apart You're all I ever think about All I ever dream about Can you read my mind Can you read my mind Don't wanna look at you I probably should go 'Cause I wanna be with you More than you'll ever know For a tasts of you Object of my desrire Baby you blow my mind You light my fire Want you Need you Can't live without you Is this the way I feel Or curiosity All the things you do That bring out the lust in me The thought of me and you Drives me wild Come close to me Can you stay awhile Want you Need you Can't live without you Is it a love song from me to Vegas? From Vegas to me? From the mouths of Vegas' golden children, telling me to stay? Godammit, it's just too much. I can't base my life decisions on the synchronicity of the radio...can I? Is it really a sign? If so, it was two signs that immediately cancelled each other out....so I'm back to square one. But at times like this I can't help but wonder about the psychic powers of music and the mind....

3. I'm like, really bad at math

   09.Jan.07, 23:45 EST
   
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   I'm like, really bad at math Not to brag or anything, but i'm pretty much smart as fuck. My mind is usually processing info faster than a maglev. But god damn if i can't do simple algebra. My creative right brain is in such high gear, that my left brain has basically atrophied. I mean I can barely figure out a tip at brunch. I haven't taken a math class since I was 17. It was Algebra II and it was the second "C" I ever got in my life, the first being freshman year of high school in Algebra I. Both times I went to a special private tutor twice a week and STILL only managed a "C." Geometry was no problem...A all the way. But something about algebra...maybe its sheer pointlessness...made me unable to wrap my otherwise brilliant (lol) head around it. Why am I mentioning this? Because last night I attended a GMAT session at UNLV and we did some practice questions. I had finished the verbal section (90% correct) before the instructor had finished explaining the 1st question. But the math? Oh...the math. Not only did I only get ONE right (and that's because it was more of a common sense question than a math question) but I didn't even get it when she fully explained how to do the problems. I am doomed. My biz school choices were as follows: Haas @ Berkeley, Kellogg @ Northwestern, Ross @ University of Michigan, University of Chicago, Columbia University, and Tuck @ Dartmouth. But like Kyle on South Park, I realized something today. I cannot up and move again. I just can't. I have a cat, a condo, two full-time businessess, and a life in Vegas, and I'll be 30 before I know it. I CANNOT keep running from the bad and pursuing the dream elsewhere when, if I never stick it out anywhere long enough to acheive the dream, the dream will remain just that. So that makes one really smart dual degree M.B.A/M.S Hotel Administration student at UNLV Fall 2007. It's cheap, it's down the street, and if I get a grad assistantship, I could actually go for free. Plus UNLV students get a discount at my yoga studio. Plus I won't have to study quite as hard for the dreaded math portion of the GMAT's....awesome. One life decision down, 76,937 to go.....