Rawrr

Rife

I organized three fashion shows in two weeks.  One of them I got to plan from start to finish basically, and it was so exhausting (can’t wait to watch the tape!!).  I worked 80 hours last week, 30 of those hours were on Thursday and Friday.  Wished I worked hourly!!  Today was the last one, and I got to watch it!  It was fun to sit back and watch, AND eat for free!  I got sushi, cheese, lemon meringue tartelettes and raspberry chocolate mousse! YUMMAH.  

These past few weeks have got me pretty interested in event marketing, I want to look more into that.  

Anyway, I wanted to post pictures of my friend’s save the dates and table numbers I made/am making for her wedding!  The save-the-dates have gone out and I’ve gotten compliments on them, including one from the main editor of the newspaper from her town (which I have surprisingly heard of from working at the PR firm so it was a big deal to me!).  The last two are her table numbers, she decided to number the tables by year and include a picture of her and her husband to be from that year which I thought was super cute.  I only did one year, since I’ve been so tired and have been wanting to do nothing.

Monie$

I need to figure out how to save money.  I am tired of always being broke.  WAH WAH WAH.  Can someone pay for my rent, laundry, groceries, and bills?  It would really help, because I would like to go to Spain.  Or buy a house maybe. 

THANKS!!  

“You only regret the workouts you don’t do”

That’s what kept me going today, as I started running it was just raining a tad, and turned into a full on down pour 1/3 of the way through.  It is so weird being wet and then sweaty at the same time.  

The WORST part though was coming home all high [from the run] and proud and reaching into my pocket to find a huge hole and no keys (T-T)  Having to go back into into the rain and re-tracing my footsteps was no fun and it made me really anxious.  LUCKILY I FOUND THEM!!!  Of course it happened on a day it was pouring and Brandon was out of town.  

This week I feel really deflated and defeated.

Current Projects

• Kickass at my job so that everyone wants to hire me in the future.  And give me more monies.
• Make Chelsea’s save the dates.  I’m excited, I’ve made a couple and she likey-likey.
• Pick out the bridesmaids dresses!!  So close, colors are super cute!
• Not be sick.  Currently failing at this horribly.  
• Fold laundry.  Currently ignoring this task.

Can I say the number of sales since I’ve been here [4 months] is already surpassed the number of sales from last year when I wasn’t there?  BOO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

When playing Power Rangers, who’d you choose?

As 90s kids we often played Power Rangers with our siblings and friends. The Ranger you found yourself playing as the majority of the time says a lot about you. Read below and see your past defined in a nutshell.

GREEN RANGER: Either you had a crush on whoever was playing as the Pink Ranger or you wanted to be a leader and Red Ranger was already taken.

BLACK RANGER: You were probably black. The show itself was bold enough to blatantly make the black (or yellow) ranger their “race’s color” — so kids unintentionally followed in their footsteps.

PINK RANGER: Reserved for the cutest girl. FYI, chances are whoever was the Green Ranger had a thing for you.

BLUE RANGER: They took your lunch money, had you do their homework and then worst of all, made you be the Blue Ranger. Brutal.

YELLOW RANGER: [see BLACK RANGER. Replace the word “black” with “Asian”.]

RED RANGER: Congrats, you were a badass. 98% of kids wanted this role so if you got it, kudos to you. Red Ranger meant you called the shots, kicked the most imaginary butt and made the important, executive decisions — like whether to finish battling make believe Putties or stop to catch the ice cream man.

From Things 90s Kids Realize

SO TRUE.  I always had to be the yellow ranger in first and second grade.  I was always so envious, and I NEVER got to be the pink ranger!!  I also think those were probably the only times I was ever acknowledged as an asian person rather than white.  Minus the time this guy thought I was full Vietnamese, which my friend told me didn’t count bc the guy was really high off cocaine.  But whatever, I’ll take it.

(-_-)zZzZ

Something I originally posted on tumblr got reblogged 159 times, does this mean I am internet famous?

Also, I have one morning to complete a project that took me a week to do last time.

And, also, I have to do inventory by myself…so..I’m pretty sure I’m going to become an alcoholic or something fun like that.

Running in Santa Clara vs. Walnut Creek

Err-one here dresses all fancy in their lulumon and non-outlet nike gear.  With ~fency  running fanny packs and everything.  I’m surprised no one throws their change at me!