Did you know...
-My favorite animal is the zebra
-Seeing loose hair on the floor, in my food or random surfaces grosses me out
-Colored sprinkles excite me
-85 percent of my wardrobe is black
-Ive only driven black cars in my years since ive started driving
-I am not a breakfast person, in fact whenever I do eat bf or wake up super early, its a guaranteed stomach ache for the day
-If I have 2 bars left of battery on my phone, I go into panic mode
-Pink is so not my color, yet my blackberry is pink and so is my scooter
-I only trust myself and a select few to drive bec I am convinced that I will get us there faster
- Ive always wanted to be a nurse from when I was a kid
-I have an obsession with the holocaust, always have
-I was one of those kids who constantly had cuts on their knees
-I won 2nd place in the state wide spanish competition in HS and went to Brooklyn College to receive my award
-I am terrified of squirrels, iguanas, mice, rats and snakes, gerbils and guinea pigs
-I love chocolate chip mint ice cream
-I find it so strange when someone says that they "have gas pains" out loud in public
-I still chew on pen caps
-My watch is always set at 20 min faster than it really is
-I am ridiculously uncoordinated
-I really dont like my middle name
-My bed is my favorite place to be. My sheets, my pillows, all of it is heaven to me.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
RANDOM CONFESSION..
Today, when I was driving my car, all I could think of was stepping outside
and grabbing a chunk of ice to cool off my SCALDING cup of green tea.
It was undrinkable.
All I wanted to do was drink the damn thing.
Then, I got a vision of
a cat peeing in the snow,
the filth of peoples shoes,
and the plain old filthy gutter
and
decided to drink it 20 minutes later.
My tea is ALWAYS too hot.
What a tease.
I also drove around with broken windshield wipers which was impossible because that white gross film of snow residue made it impossible to see out of the window. It sucked. Then I went to the gas station and they tightened the screw and they started to work again. If only I knew that 2 days ago when I drove haphazardly in the blizzard around Brooklyn.
and grabbing a chunk of ice to cool off my SCALDING cup of green tea.
It was undrinkable.
All I wanted to do was drink the damn thing.
Then, I got a vision of
a cat peeing in the snow,
the filth of peoples shoes,
and the plain old filthy gutter
and
decided to drink it 20 minutes later.
My tea is ALWAYS too hot.
What a tease.
I also drove around with broken windshield wipers which was impossible because that white gross film of snow residue made it impossible to see out of the window. It sucked. Then I went to the gas station and they tightened the screw and they started to work again. If only I knew that 2 days ago when I drove haphazardly in the blizzard around Brooklyn.
IF YOU DONT KNOW, NOW YOU KNOW...
How cold is it outside today? Pretty freaking cold.
I did stuff that I had to do which always feels good, ya know-- being productive instead of lagging.
If someone were to cut open my head and take a peak inside I think that it would look like one of those kids rooms you see on tv shows where stuff is just piled up to the ceiling. You know the type that needs a do not disturb sign hanging from the doorknob? The absolute mess, thats about to pile over! Its filled with a plethora of thoughts, lists, reminders and gifts that are owed. ADHD at its best.
Last night the world lost bbm for what seemed to be an eternity. It made me realize just how much on rely on it for communicating. Suddenly I saw what it was like to own an iphone minus the cool apps obvs. It wasnt so bad. Am I running to go get one? NAH. Did I survive without bbm? Yep. Is texting impersonal and annoying at times? Mmhmm. But did my inbox of texts compensate? Yeah.
Today R told me that If I have an easy career in psychology if I decide to leave interior design. It didnt shock me in the least bit. Its not the first time someone has said that to me. I guess I can see it. I like to listen to people, I like to make them feel comfortable-- I can read between the lines and call it like it is. I dont judge. People open up to me, not necessarily close friends or family members either. We are talking all sorts of people. Im known as the vault.
Unfortunately with that comes the downside. I see too much. I can see right thru people and situations. I can tell the good from the bad, but theres always that one that slips in there. Were all human right? Sometimes I wish that I wasnt able to. Sometimes I think being absolutely clueless is the way to go, ignorance is bliss. But -- the good usually outweighs the bad. Besides, who would my friends have to talk to, right? Right!
TAKE A NUMBER.
Download this song. Listen to it. For REAL. In the DARK.
Buy the accoustic version.
I did stuff that I had to do which always feels good, ya know-- being productive instead of lagging.
If someone were to cut open my head and take a peak inside I think that it would look like one of those kids rooms you see on tv shows where stuff is just piled up to the ceiling. You know the type that needs a do not disturb sign hanging from the doorknob? The absolute mess, thats about to pile over! Its filled with a plethora of thoughts, lists, reminders and gifts that are owed. ADHD at its best.
Last night the world lost bbm for what seemed to be an eternity. It made me realize just how much on rely on it for communicating. Suddenly I saw what it was like to own an iphone minus the cool apps obvs. It wasnt so bad. Am I running to go get one? NAH. Did I survive without bbm? Yep. Is texting impersonal and annoying at times? Mmhmm. But did my inbox of texts compensate? Yeah.
Today R told me that If I have an easy career in psychology if I decide to leave interior design. It didnt shock me in the least bit. Its not the first time someone has said that to me. I guess I can see it. I like to listen to people, I like to make them feel comfortable-- I can read between the lines and call it like it is. I dont judge. People open up to me, not necessarily close friends or family members either. We are talking all sorts of people. Im known as the vault.
Unfortunately with that comes the downside. I see too much. I can see right thru people and situations. I can tell the good from the bad, but theres always that one that slips in there. Were all human right? Sometimes I wish that I wasnt able to. Sometimes I think being absolutely clueless is the way to go, ignorance is bliss. But -- the good usually outweighs the bad. Besides, who would my friends have to talk to, right? Right!
TAKE A NUMBER.
Download this song. Listen to it. For REAL. In the DARK.
Buy the accoustic version.
Monday, December 21, 2009
ON WITH THE NEW...
Im still compiling my best albums of 09, I know that Im lagging but ill post it eventually.
This year has brought great joy and sorrow.
Sadly, BRITTANY MURPHY died yesterday of a heart attack at the young age of 32. What a pity. She was a great actress given the roles she took on. Sure I have my doubts about her cause of death, but, Id never comment, because, we should all just let her rest in peace. Its terrible to think that her family and loved ones will be spending the holidays without her. CLUELESS was my favorite movie back in the day. We all quoted her, and so many other great lines from that movie. Poor girl.
It seems that as I get older, I come to meet many different characters and shades of people. Some I could leave at hello, others I wonder how I went on for so long without knowing. I definitely have my share of funny stories to go with the latter. Not to sound heavy, but every day that we are on this planet is a miracle. Every day that we wake up healthy is a blessing. I think we all lose sight of that sometimes. I know that I do. This year, I plan on being more aware of all that I am blessed with on a daily basis.
SOMETIMES.. I wash my hands over a dozen times in a day just to make sure that I am germ free and clean.
SOMETIMES.. I can spend 100 dollars in the pharmacy on toiletries & nonsense when I couldve easily spent 20 dollars getting what I really needed.
SOMETIMES.. I laugh so hard that I wake up with my stomach muscles aching and sore.
SOMETIMES.. I see myself as an old lady recapping my stories to my bored grandchildren while they yawn but listen bec they have to.
SOMETIMES.. I try to explain my sixth sense to people but they just dont understand what I mean.
SOMETIMES.. Im too busy being anti everything to realize that anti isnt always the way to be, but then I see the light again :p
SOMETIMES.. I wonder if Ive lost my writing mojo and wonder if its just been transferred somewhere else.
SOMETIMES.. I bite my lip when Im nervous.
SOMETIMES.. Im convinced that I have arthritis in my right index finger because the top knuckle refuses to crack and it hurts like a mother______.
PS- In a moment of weakness and un-anti (is that even a word?) behavior, I bought a pair of black UGGS. Kill me. im not happy about it but hey, we are all human, not everyone can be perfect all the time!
I KNOWWWWW.
LOSER
This year has brought great joy and sorrow.
Sadly, BRITTANY MURPHY died yesterday of a heart attack at the young age of 32. What a pity. She was a great actress given the roles she took on. Sure I have my doubts about her cause of death, but, Id never comment, because, we should all just let her rest in peace. Its terrible to think that her family and loved ones will be spending the holidays without her. CLUELESS was my favorite movie back in the day. We all quoted her, and so many other great lines from that movie. Poor girl.
It seems that as I get older, I come to meet many different characters and shades of people. Some I could leave at hello, others I wonder how I went on for so long without knowing. I definitely have my share of funny stories to go with the latter. Not to sound heavy, but every day that we are on this planet is a miracle. Every day that we wake up healthy is a blessing. I think we all lose sight of that sometimes. I know that I do. This year, I plan on being more aware of all that I am blessed with on a daily basis.
SOMETIMES.. I wash my hands over a dozen times in a day just to make sure that I am germ free and clean.
SOMETIMES.. I can spend 100 dollars in the pharmacy on toiletries & nonsense when I couldve easily spent 20 dollars getting what I really needed.
SOMETIMES.. I laugh so hard that I wake up with my stomach muscles aching and sore.
SOMETIMES.. I see myself as an old lady recapping my stories to my bored grandchildren while they yawn but listen bec they have to.
SOMETIMES.. I try to explain my sixth sense to people but they just dont understand what I mean.
SOMETIMES.. Im too busy being anti everything to realize that anti isnt always the way to be, but then I see the light again :p
SOMETIMES.. I wonder if Ive lost my writing mojo and wonder if its just been transferred somewhere else.
SOMETIMES.. I bite my lip when Im nervous.
SOMETIMES.. Im convinced that I have arthritis in my right index finger because the top knuckle refuses to crack and it hurts like a mother______.
PS- In a moment of weakness and un-anti (is that even a word?) behavior, I bought a pair of black UGGS. Kill me. im not happy about it but hey, we are all human, not everyone can be perfect all the time!
I KNOWWWWW.
LOSER
Saturday, December 12, 2009
A-MUSE ME..
If theres one band that I consistently love, it would be MUSE. I love a band that is recognizable from the minute you hear them whether you know the song or not. You can always count on them to step it up while remaining true to their sound. MATTHEW BALLAMY was born with a gift. I also like that they dont crank out their albums one after another like so many others do. I feel like when bands do that it compromises the quality of their work.
Their new album rocks. Check it out and if Im wrong tell me, after all-- I welcome a good debate.
TIME IS RUNNING OUT is one of my favorite tracks of all time. Yeah, its old but still off the charts. The latest is called THE RESISTANCE. Im loving UPRISING right now, but the whole album is pretty much awesome! Its the first album that the band actually produced THEMSELVES! This album has more of an electronic sound which I respect, because they arent afraid to experiment.
Someone told me that I was channeling KENNEDY the other night with my new glasses. it didnt feel very flattering. Remember her from back in the day? The MTV veejay? Back when MTV actually played current music videos consistently? I wish we could go back to those days. Reality TV has taken over the world. Dont get me wrong, Im a sucker for that crap. JERSEY SHORE is my latest guilty pressure, but remember when writers actually had to come up with good stories lines and news worthy material? Boy have things changed...
Sadly, Imeem has merged with myspace and Im having a hard time finding another site to stream music with, Ive lost touch w technology due to school, Ill figure it out, but for now, heres some youtube clips :)
and...
Their new album rocks. Check it out and if Im wrong tell me, after all-- I welcome a good debate.
TIME IS RUNNING OUT is one of my favorite tracks of all time. Yeah, its old but still off the charts. The latest is called THE RESISTANCE. Im loving UPRISING right now, but the whole album is pretty much awesome! Its the first album that the band actually produced THEMSELVES! This album has more of an electronic sound which I respect, because they arent afraid to experiment.
Someone told me that I was channeling KENNEDY the other night with my new glasses. it didnt feel very flattering. Remember her from back in the day? The MTV veejay? Back when MTV actually played current music videos consistently? I wish we could go back to those days. Reality TV has taken over the world. Dont get me wrong, Im a sucker for that crap. JERSEY SHORE is my latest guilty pressure, but remember when writers actually had to come up with good stories lines and news worthy material? Boy have things changed...
Sadly, Imeem has merged with myspace and Im having a hard time finding another site to stream music with, Ive lost touch w technology due to school, Ill figure it out, but for now, heres some youtube clips :)
and...
Thursday, December 10, 2009
SOMETIMES...
SOMETIMES I want to curl up into a ball under my covers and scream as loud as I possibly can..
SOMETIMES I find myself in awkward situations and have no idea how to get myself out of them..
SOMETIMES I feel like the parking lot attendant at the lot near my school knows more about my schedule then I even do...
SOMETIMES I get the strangest flashbacks out of nowhere, completely unprovoked and they are so vivid...
SOMETIMES I wish I could just press pause in the middle of a convo just to regroup and get my thoughts together...
SOMETIMES THE GOO GOO DOLLS say it best, sometimes theyre just flat out annoying and cheesy...
SOMETIMES I think about doing something really drastic with my hair, like cutting it off or going blonde...
SOMETIMES I honestly believe that I am a SUDOKU mastermind...
SOMETIMES my heart breaks for a woman that I know, who is so sick and yet always manages to smile and ask me how I AM...
SOMETIMES we should all just stop and smell the roses and the fresh air.
PS- Christmas trees sold in the street devastate me. Have we all forgotten how badly we need those trees in the ground? Those trees clean and purify our air. Im no tree hugger but I am rational. Im all for the holiday spirit and all... but wont a fake tree suffice? I find it pitiful after the holidays when all of those trees are left on curbs all over the place rotting away, waiting to be picked up and destroyed. Sometimes they stay there for weeks, even months, discarded like old trash. It hurts my heart. :( I wish people could see that side of the coin. Oh well, to each his own, right?
SOMETIMES I find myself in awkward situations and have no idea how to get myself out of them..
SOMETIMES I feel like the parking lot attendant at the lot near my school knows more about my schedule then I even do...
SOMETIMES I get the strangest flashbacks out of nowhere, completely unprovoked and they are so vivid...
SOMETIMES I wish I could just press pause in the middle of a convo just to regroup and get my thoughts together...
SOMETIMES THE GOO GOO DOLLS say it best, sometimes theyre just flat out annoying and cheesy...
SOMETIMES I think about doing something really drastic with my hair, like cutting it off or going blonde...
SOMETIMES I honestly believe that I am a SUDOKU mastermind...
SOMETIMES my heart breaks for a woman that I know, who is so sick and yet always manages to smile and ask me how I AM...
SOMETIMES we should all just stop and smell the roses and the fresh air.
PS- Christmas trees sold in the street devastate me. Have we all forgotten how badly we need those trees in the ground? Those trees clean and purify our air. Im no tree hugger but I am rational. Im all for the holiday spirit and all... but wont a fake tree suffice? I find it pitiful after the holidays when all of those trees are left on curbs all over the place rotting away, waiting to be picked up and destroyed. Sometimes they stay there for weeks, even months, discarded like old trash. It hurts my heart. :( I wish people could see that side of the coin. Oh well, to each his own, right?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
SOMETIMES..
Sometimes I wonder what the heck is wrong with everyone.
Sometimes I am so overcome with hunger that I seriously contemplate eating my own arm.
Sometimes I can go weeks if not months not talking to some friends and can pick right back up where we left off.
Sometimes I drop my phone a good three times in one day and am shocked to find that it still works.
Sometimes my dad shocks me with his generosity.
Sometimes I get carried away on web md and self diagnose myself with a million different things only to hear that I am perfectly fine.
Sometimes when Im in class my stomach growls so loud that I get embarrassed.
Sometimes when I drive, I feel like I am the only one on the road who actually KNOWS HOW to drive.
Sometimes I step in dog sh*t and it sucks.
Sometimes I am convinced that I can predict the future. With that being said, Sometimes I am off.
Sometimes CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM makes me laugh out loud when I am alone in bed.
Sometimes listening is better than speaking.
Sometimes I am so overcome with hunger that I seriously contemplate eating my own arm.
Sometimes I can go weeks if not months not talking to some friends and can pick right back up where we left off.
Sometimes I drop my phone a good three times in one day and am shocked to find that it still works.
Sometimes my dad shocks me with his generosity.
Sometimes I get carried away on web md and self diagnose myself with a million different things only to hear that I am perfectly fine.
Sometimes when Im in class my stomach growls so loud that I get embarrassed.
Sometimes when I drive, I feel like I am the only one on the road who actually KNOWS HOW to drive.
Sometimes I step in dog sh*t and it sucks.
Sometimes I am convinced that I can predict the future. With that being said, Sometimes I am off.
Sometimes CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM makes me laugh out loud when I am alone in bed.
Sometimes listening is better than speaking.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
CREATION (IN BULLET FORM)..
-I love the MOMA. I think I can move in there for good. Dont even get me started on the book shop and the design store. Ughh, sheer heaven. I had to go to the BAUHAUS exhibit for school. The collection was so extensive and beautifully chosen. I am obsessed with architecture and its background. It amazing how even a simple cheap IKEA chair has historical roots dating back to forever ago. I love when things make sense and have reason. With architecture, its a given. I have so much respect for architects and artists. Imagine, creating a building, a piece of furniture or a masterpiece and the world crediting you for it? How freaking mind blowing is that?!
-The weather was perfect today, the parking situation was not. Driving into the city was another story. Theres nothing worse than getting into a close call with another driver only to find out that you know them. Just a second ago you were screaming "What are you doing???!!" and then the revelation comes and you just want to hide. It wasnt my fault but Im horrified.
-When people around me are happy, I feel happy. When theyre stressed Im stressed. I guess thats the LIBRA in me.
-My screen saver on my phone is a picture of the PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY. It always makes me smile. Its definitely a conversation piece.
- I need a new computer badly. The color wheel has become a staple on my screen. I have 6500 pictures, I wonder if thats why. Ive had a nice run with this one-- a good 3 years but its time for a new baby.
- I could also use a vacation. Just saying...
I think this post is boring so Ill stop now.
-The weather was perfect today, the parking situation was not. Driving into the city was another story. Theres nothing worse than getting into a close call with another driver only to find out that you know them. Just a second ago you were screaming "What are you doing???!!" and then the revelation comes and you just want to hide. It wasnt my fault but Im horrified.
-When people around me are happy, I feel happy. When theyre stressed Im stressed. I guess thats the LIBRA in me.
-My screen saver on my phone is a picture of the PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY. It always makes me smile. Its definitely a conversation piece.
- I need a new computer badly. The color wheel has become a staple on my screen. I have 6500 pictures, I wonder if thats why. Ive had a nice run with this one-- a good 3 years but its time for a new baby.
- I could also use a vacation. Just saying...
I think this post is boring so Ill stop now.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
AHA!
Ive had an epiphany.
I am scared to death of my RES 1 class. It gives me anxiety, it makes me feel insecure and it completely overwhelms me. Yet, I am successful at it if you go by my grades. We have one project left which seems like it will be hell to complete and I am scared to death of it. I wonder how many other people feel the way I do when it comes to something new and challenging. I just want to run away and hide from it until its over. I guess feeling scared is a normal way to feel when things are unfamiliar but it doesnt necessarily mean that we are automatically going to fail.
Yep, profound I know.
I watched BEACHES today and was crying 45 minutes into the movie. Rain and sad movies are a perfect combo.
I love twitter.
Long nails make it hard to type on my blackberry. Im over them.
Remember FUN DIP?!
I am scared to death of my RES 1 class. It gives me anxiety, it makes me feel insecure and it completely overwhelms me. Yet, I am successful at it if you go by my grades. We have one project left which seems like it will be hell to complete and I am scared to death of it. I wonder how many other people feel the way I do when it comes to something new and challenging. I just want to run away and hide from it until its over. I guess feeling scared is a normal way to feel when things are unfamiliar but it doesnt necessarily mean that we are automatically going to fail.
Yep, profound I know.
I watched BEACHES today and was crying 45 minutes into the movie. Rain and sad movies are a perfect combo.
I love twitter.
Long nails make it hard to type on my blackberry. Im over them.
Remember FUN DIP?!
Friday, November 6, 2009
AND IM LIKE....
So..
This week was pretty interesting. I was meeting a potential client in a cafe to discuss some things and I got there earlier than them. I hate when that happens, especially when you dont even know what this person looks like. A guy walked into the cafe and was looking around... "DAVE?" I say. "No" he answers, "sorry" I say as my face turned beet red. One thing I tend to do is say what Im thinking out loud sometimes not even realizing it. "Wow, that was horrifying" I say to myself except it came out loud. The cafe was pretty full, the people next to me on other tables started to laugh. BTW, we all should be able to laugh at ourselves. He walks over to me and says.. "Are you Patrick?" "No, not today, at least" I answer. We laugh. I vow to keep my head down and wait for "DAVE" to find me, Im done with awkward encounters for the day.
He walks in and says.. "R?" "YES!! thats me!!" Yay. So anyway we sit down and start to talk. Two minutes into our convo a homeless bum walks into the cafe and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. " Now listen here everyone.. I love MICHAEL JACKSON! I need to see his movie!! THIS IS IT!!!! SO I NEED THE MONEY TO BUY A TICKET. DO U UNDERSTAND?? SOMEONES GOTTA GIMME MONEY NOW" Best thing about NY is that no one is really fazed by this stuff. they hardly even look up from their skim chai lattes. At this point the yuppie manager comes out and tries to escort the bum out of the cafe calmly telling him that he need to go NOW. The bum continues to scream and stumble saying that hes not going anywhere, that he will "kick his white ass" if he touches him. Back up arrives, his felloow co worker whos huskier but has a calmer demeanor. They threaten to call the cops, the first guy starts counting to ten. He says he "aint scared" and that hes "been to jail" before. He continues to taunt the manager mercilessly.
I go back and forth thinking to myself, cant we all just give him the 12 bucks and make him a happy man?? I look around and half the patrons are staring, the other half are doing their own thing unfazed. I quietly reach into my bag for cash but decide to stay out of it. Thing is, I hardly know "Dave" and I dont want to disobey the cafe manager.. I actually feel a tad nervous that the guy is packing heat and that we are all going to die and go to hipster heaven together in this cafe. They finally get him out. I feel sad and regretful not helping him out. I support the ARTS, this man just wanted to see the movie high as a kite. I promise myself that if Im ever in that situation again, because its likely that I will be, (weird stuff always happens to me) I will treat the man to the movie and buy him snacks for the show. I might even friend him on Facebook! Today, even the homeless carry cell phones, surely hed have a fb page. No?!
THE END.
Thats just ONE of the things I experienced that day. You get what Im saying right??
DEEP THOUGHT of the DAY-
One thing I will never understand is when people feel the need to fight each others battles. It shows poor character. I understand loyalty and camaraderie but people take it to another level sometimes. Especially grown adults, its like grow up!! I guess what Im trying to say is that people really shouldnt get involved in other peoples gripes and choose sides its so juvenile.
This week was pretty interesting. I was meeting a potential client in a cafe to discuss some things and I got there earlier than them. I hate when that happens, especially when you dont even know what this person looks like. A guy walked into the cafe and was looking around... "DAVE?" I say. "No" he answers, "sorry" I say as my face turned beet red. One thing I tend to do is say what Im thinking out loud sometimes not even realizing it. "Wow, that was horrifying" I say to myself except it came out loud. The cafe was pretty full, the people next to me on other tables started to laugh. BTW, we all should be able to laugh at ourselves. He walks over to me and says.. "Are you Patrick?" "No, not today, at least" I answer. We laugh. I vow to keep my head down and wait for "DAVE" to find me, Im done with awkward encounters for the day.
He walks in and says.. "R?" "YES!! thats me!!" Yay. So anyway we sit down and start to talk. Two minutes into our convo a homeless bum walks into the cafe and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. " Now listen here everyone.. I love MICHAEL JACKSON! I need to see his movie!! THIS IS IT!!!! SO I NEED THE MONEY TO BUY A TICKET. DO U UNDERSTAND?? SOMEONES GOTTA GIMME MONEY NOW" Best thing about NY is that no one is really fazed by this stuff. they hardly even look up from their skim chai lattes. At this point the yuppie manager comes out and tries to escort the bum out of the cafe calmly telling him that he need to go NOW. The bum continues to scream and stumble saying that hes not going anywhere, that he will "kick his white ass" if he touches him. Back up arrives, his felloow co worker whos huskier but has a calmer demeanor. They threaten to call the cops, the first guy starts counting to ten. He says he "aint scared" and that hes "been to jail" before. He continues to taunt the manager mercilessly.
I go back and forth thinking to myself, cant we all just give him the 12 bucks and make him a happy man?? I look around and half the patrons are staring, the other half are doing their own thing unfazed. I quietly reach into my bag for cash but decide to stay out of it. Thing is, I hardly know "Dave" and I dont want to disobey the cafe manager.. I actually feel a tad nervous that the guy is packing heat and that we are all going to die and go to hipster heaven together in this cafe. They finally get him out. I feel sad and regretful not helping him out. I support the ARTS, this man just wanted to see the movie high as a kite. I promise myself that if Im ever in that situation again, because its likely that I will be, (weird stuff always happens to me) I will treat the man to the movie and buy him snacks for the show. I might even friend him on Facebook! Today, even the homeless carry cell phones, surely hed have a fb page. No?!
THE END.
Thats just ONE of the things I experienced that day. You get what Im saying right??
DEEP THOUGHT of the DAY-
One thing I will never understand is when people feel the need to fight each others battles. It shows poor character. I understand loyalty and camaraderie but people take it to another level sometimes. Especially grown adults, its like grow up!! I guess what Im trying to say is that people really shouldnt get involved in other peoples gripes and choose sides its so juvenile.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
SOMETIMES...
SOMETIMES I feel like Ive abandoned this blog and its lost its point and direction.
SOMETIMES I miss consistently blogging, no actually I always miss it.
SOMETIMES my manicure lasts for 2 days others it can last for a full week.
SOMETIMES I put rollers in my hair for an hour only to leave my hair looking like it did bef I even bothered 20 min later.
SOMETIMES people let you down and there's nothing you can do about it.
SOMETIMES I can eat a full box of ICE CUBE gum in an hour. Seriously, those things are brilliant,
SOMETIMES catching up with old friends can provide a ton of laughs.
SOMETIMES I honk the sh*t out of slow drivers for a good 15 seconds.
SOMETIMES I want to throw out my ipod and start all over.
SOMETIMES I feel like my life is being narrated aloud as I go thru my daily motions. "Rachel woke up at 9 am feeling...."
SOMETIMES I want to paint my room in PAUL SMITH stripes of color.
SOMETIMES you just have to ride the wave.
SOMETIMES I miss consistently blogging, no actually I always miss it.
SOMETIMES my manicure lasts for 2 days others it can last for a full week.
SOMETIMES I put rollers in my hair for an hour only to leave my hair looking like it did bef I even bothered 20 min later.
SOMETIMES people let you down and there's nothing you can do about it.
SOMETIMES I can eat a full box of ICE CUBE gum in an hour. Seriously, those things are brilliant,
SOMETIMES catching up with old friends can provide a ton of laughs.
SOMETIMES I honk the sh*t out of slow drivers for a good 15 seconds.
SOMETIMES I want to throw out my ipod and start all over.
SOMETIMES I feel like my life is being narrated aloud as I go thru my daily motions. "Rachel woke up at 9 am feeling...."
SOMETIMES I want to paint my room in PAUL SMITH stripes of color.
SOMETIMES you just have to ride the wave.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
LISTED..
ONE TREE HILL is my newest obsession. Just finished season one and Im hooked.
DRAFTING seems to be all that I do lately. Floor plans, elevations, 1/2 in. scale, built ins- blah blah blah.
GOSSIP GIRL seems un-watchable lately. Have I just become cynical?
BROTHERS AND SISTERS had me bawling my eyes out last episode.
My black boots make me happy.
KEIHLS lip balm does the same. Are anyone else's lips starting to feel chapped now? I love fall!
Silver nail polish was a bold move on my part this wk. My nails look like they were dipped in chrome paint. gotta change it up!
I am a lover of new thin black socks. I spend on my socks. Everyone should, in my opinion- youre in them all day!!
A drawer filled with batteries makes me smile. Especially when theres a superfluous amount of AA's!!!
I highly recommend the book LOVING FRANK by NANCY HORAN. Its a love story about FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT- I wont spoil the rest. Whether you care for his work or not, its a great story. The writing was exceptional, very scenic. I am officially obsessed with him. It doesnt hurt that Im studying his field either, total coincidence but all the more exciting and satisfying.
One day when I own a yacht and I travel all over the MED and the rest of the world aboard it, I will name it
OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS because I think that name is pretty freaking genius. Does anyone else find themselves thinking of pet, boat and freebee kids names in their spare time? I sure as hell do!
DRAFTING seems to be all that I do lately. Floor plans, elevations, 1/2 in. scale, built ins- blah blah blah.
GOSSIP GIRL seems un-watchable lately. Have I just become cynical?
BROTHERS AND SISTERS had me bawling my eyes out last episode.
My black boots make me happy.
KEIHLS lip balm does the same. Are anyone else's lips starting to feel chapped now? I love fall!
Silver nail polish was a bold move on my part this wk. My nails look like they were dipped in chrome paint. gotta change it up!
I am a lover of new thin black socks. I spend on my socks. Everyone should, in my opinion- youre in them all day!!
A drawer filled with batteries makes me smile. Especially when theres a superfluous amount of AA's!!!
I highly recommend the book LOVING FRANK by NANCY HORAN. Its a love story about FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT- I wont spoil the rest. Whether you care for his work or not, its a great story. The writing was exceptional, very scenic. I am officially obsessed with him. It doesnt hurt that Im studying his field either, total coincidence but all the more exciting and satisfying.
One day when I own a yacht and I travel all over the MED and the rest of the world aboard it, I will name it
OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS because I think that name is pretty freaking genius. Does anyone else find themselves thinking of pet, boat and freebee kids names in their spare time? I sure as hell do!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
ON WITH THE NEW..
Yeah, I'm back. Its been almost a month since Ive blogged, but alas I am here.
I just completed a big homework assignment, well Im not actually completely done with it but Im damn close and it feels good. It also feels good to be back to day to day life in NY. The summer was nice, dont get me wrong but Im definitely embracing the fast paced change.
My Thursdays officially blow though. I packed all of my classes into one day which means I get a huge stomachache right about now thinking about tomorrow and what it holds for me from 8- 5. I get all of one 30 minute break in between. YIIKESS.
Enough with that. Today I went for lunch to celebrate my sisters b-day, which was on the 10th. We went to this really cool place uptown that changes its decor, style and menu according to the seasons. The food was okay, very pumpkin-y and fig-y, very FALL, still a cool idea.
Am I weird???? I love brussel sprouts. RANDOM.
Im all about voice-notes lately. I love sending them and getting them. So much more personal and honestly, its a lot easier to record than it is to type when driving. I highly encourage black berry users to embrace this feature.
Some pop culture-
LADY GAGA bores me.
TAYLOR is cute as a button.
KANYE needs rehab, because well, anytime a celeb falters they get sent away
Thank you PATRICK SWAYZE for teaching me the bowling pin formation dance. My sisters and I always loved to do that dance together, Im so sad that hes gone. DIRTY DANCING is and always will be one of my most favorite movies of all time. RIP.
I dont give a sh*t about JON and KATE because theyre just annoying. Hes ugly, shes moody and the kids are just kids.
Hmm, what else...
When I was younger I used to always ask my friends "You know when...... and it kills??" all the time. I think Im going to introduce that into my blog posts when I remember to and if I remain a blogger.
So here it goes....
You know when youre in the dark and you get up to go to the bathroom and on your way back, you stub your toe on the bed frame AND it KILLS??? Yeah that happened to me last night. Im totally getting a black toe nail from that one.
I just completed a big homework assignment, well Im not actually completely done with it but Im damn close and it feels good. It also feels good to be back to day to day life in NY. The summer was nice, dont get me wrong but Im definitely embracing the fast paced change.
My Thursdays officially blow though. I packed all of my classes into one day which means I get a huge stomachache right about now thinking about tomorrow and what it holds for me from 8- 5. I get all of one 30 minute break in between. YIIKESS.
Enough with that. Today I went for lunch to celebrate my sisters b-day, which was on the 10th. We went to this really cool place uptown that changes its decor, style and menu according to the seasons. The food was okay, very pumpkin-y and fig-y, very FALL, still a cool idea.
Am I weird???? I love brussel sprouts. RANDOM.
Im all about voice-notes lately. I love sending them and getting them. So much more personal and honestly, its a lot easier to record than it is to type when driving. I highly encourage black berry users to embrace this feature.
Some pop culture-
LADY GAGA bores me.
TAYLOR is cute as a button.
KANYE needs rehab, because well, anytime a celeb falters they get sent away
Thank you PATRICK SWAYZE for teaching me the bowling pin formation dance. My sisters and I always loved to do that dance together, Im so sad that hes gone. DIRTY DANCING is and always will be one of my most favorite movies of all time. RIP.
I dont give a sh*t about JON and KATE because theyre just annoying. Hes ugly, shes moody and the kids are just kids.
Hmm, what else...
When I was younger I used to always ask my friends "You know when...... and it kills??" all the time. I think Im going to introduce that into my blog posts when I remember to and if I remain a blogger.
So here it goes....
You know when youre in the dark and you get up to go to the bathroom and on your way back, you stub your toe on the bed frame AND it KILLS??? Yeah that happened to me last night. Im totally getting a black toe nail from that one.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
TRACTION..
Yesterday was a really long day followed by a sleepless night. I hate waking up feeling hung over due to insomnia. But today is another day, lets hope a little sun cures my grogginess.
Summer has brought out the creative side in me. Ive been painting and creating a ton. Made N's wedding cake. Im loving the way I feel after I finish a project and have something to show for it. AC Moore and Michaels have become my favorite places to roam. Im not used to these stores in NY, I guess the shore does have its rewarding bonuses aside from the ridiculous amounts of jug handles and 4 way intersections!
Its all silly stuff but still, it feels good to have that outlet. Color makes me happy. Working with it, being surrounded by it and seeing it makes my heart full. I know that sounds weird, but its so true..
Ive been obsessed with CHRIS VOLPE for the last 2 days. Hes my usual type of folk singer. I like his sweet raspy voice. His lyrics get to me. I love that he plays the harmonica too. Long instrumentals with it too. HARMONICAS and ME= swoon. Ive heard his stuff before and always liked the sound. The song Im hooked on right now is SHOES. Not for everyone. A pretty one. PANDORA actually sent it my way. GO figure!!
Here ya go.. Have a nice day lovelies.
Excuse the quality of the pictures, but they were taken with zero effort on my blackberry :p Probably shouldnt post em, but hey, spur of the moment.
THE SONG.
Summer has brought out the creative side in me. Ive been painting and creating a ton. Made N's wedding cake. Im loving the way I feel after I finish a project and have something to show for it. AC Moore and Michaels have become my favorite places to roam. Im not used to these stores in NY, I guess the shore does have its rewarding bonuses aside from the ridiculous amounts of jug handles and 4 way intersections!
Its all silly stuff but still, it feels good to have that outlet. Color makes me happy. Working with it, being surrounded by it and seeing it makes my heart full. I know that sounds weird, but its so true..
Ive been obsessed with CHRIS VOLPE for the last 2 days. Hes my usual type of folk singer. I like his sweet raspy voice. His lyrics get to me. I love that he plays the harmonica too. Long instrumentals with it too. HARMONICAS and ME= swoon. Ive heard his stuff before and always liked the sound. The song Im hooked on right now is SHOES. Not for everyone. A pretty one. PANDORA actually sent it my way. GO figure!!
Here ya go.. Have a nice day lovelies.
Excuse the quality of the pictures, but they were taken with zero effort on my blackberry :p Probably shouldnt post em, but hey, spur of the moment.
THE SONG.
Monday, August 17, 2009
OH, DONT OVERFLOW...
Its strange because it feels like the summer is finally here, yet its mid August and actually almost over. Funny thing is everyone I speak to feels the same way. The weather has warmed up. Weve had some solid beach days and some great parties. I was starting to forget how much fun summertime is.
Speaking of the beach, anyone who knows me knows that I am painfully pale. I do not tan, I BURN in the sun. I am that person that you cringe from when you see them in a bathing suit. I am white. Casper style. I was that child that needed to be doused with sunscreen. I am the one who had sun poisoning after going to GREAT ADVENTURE with camp. Im the one who had the beet red nose after a day at the beach. Im convinced that super white peeps have a lower physical tolerance to the sun too. Meaning when its super hot out I feel moody, overheated and cranky because I physically feel overwhelmed. This does not happen to my fellow bronzed friends.
With all that being said, Ive become a beach bum! We are talking 3 days in a row!!! This is huge for me. HUGE. Going to the beach for me is usually a hassle. I like to be clean so I hate having sand in every crevice of my body (slight ocd, hehehe). Because, I really need to stay out of the sun, I basically need a moving truck to get there. Whereas my friends can just decide to go to the beach on a whim, yours truly needs to pack a hat, a beach chair, an umbrella, sunscreen blah blah.. THEN I need to find a muscle man to dig that umbrella into the sand and adjust it every couple of hours... I need some serious preparing to do. Its exhausting. I did all of that on FRIDAY, it was well worth it. I had a blast. On Saturday I was more melllow about it.
By yesterday, I went with just a towel that I was willing to share with anyone who needed it. I was covered in sand, it was in my bag, my hair, my phone-- my lip gloss!! I didnt give a damn. Yeah my nose is burnt, yeah Im feverishly picking the sand out of my keyboard but who cares. I love the beach. WHO KNEW?? (enter standing ovation)
I know that I havent really been blogging that much and when I have been, Ive left out the music picks but Im here to recommend a new band courtesy of E. He introduced me to HEY CHAMP. Theyre CHICAGO based. Electro pop-y sounding. The song is COLD DUST GIRL. Its a great summer jam. Really upbeat, easy to learn the words to (because theres all of like 20), and fun. Give it a listen!! If this song doesnt lift your mood for at least a second, i dont know what to tell ya! :p
Gold Dust Girl - Hey Champ
Speaking of the beach, anyone who knows me knows that I am painfully pale. I do not tan, I BURN in the sun. I am that person that you cringe from when you see them in a bathing suit. I am white. Casper style. I was that child that needed to be doused with sunscreen. I am the one who had sun poisoning after going to GREAT ADVENTURE with camp. Im the one who had the beet red nose after a day at the beach. Im convinced that super white peeps have a lower physical tolerance to the sun too. Meaning when its super hot out I feel moody, overheated and cranky because I physically feel overwhelmed. This does not happen to my fellow bronzed friends.
With all that being said, Ive become a beach bum! We are talking 3 days in a row!!! This is huge for me. HUGE. Going to the beach for me is usually a hassle. I like to be clean so I hate having sand in every crevice of my body (slight ocd, hehehe). Because, I really need to stay out of the sun, I basically need a moving truck to get there. Whereas my friends can just decide to go to the beach on a whim, yours truly needs to pack a hat, a beach chair, an umbrella, sunscreen blah blah.. THEN I need to find a muscle man to dig that umbrella into the sand and adjust it every couple of hours... I need some serious preparing to do. Its exhausting. I did all of that on FRIDAY, it was well worth it. I had a blast. On Saturday I was more melllow about it.
By yesterday, I went with just a towel that I was willing to share with anyone who needed it. I was covered in sand, it was in my bag, my hair, my phone-- my lip gloss!! I didnt give a damn. Yeah my nose is burnt, yeah Im feverishly picking the sand out of my keyboard but who cares. I love the beach. WHO KNEW?? (enter standing ovation)
I know that I havent really been blogging that much and when I have been, Ive left out the music picks but Im here to recommend a new band courtesy of E. He introduced me to HEY CHAMP. Theyre CHICAGO based. Electro pop-y sounding. The song is COLD DUST GIRL. Its a great summer jam. Really upbeat, easy to learn the words to (because theres all of like 20), and fun. Give it a listen!! If this song doesnt lift your mood for at least a second, i dont know what to tell ya! :p
Gold Dust Girl - Hey Champ
Monday, August 3, 2009
THIS ABOUT SUMS IT UP..
PAINTING.
MY SISTERS/SISTER IN LAW.
PILATES (sometimes).
DOG FISH HEAD.
CRAFTS.
GETTING LOCKED IN BATHROOMS.
TWINS.
UKULELE.
PORCHES.
RED.
WEDNESDAY.
BROKEN PHONE CHARGERS.
J & F.
SONGS ON REPEAT.
FRECKLES.
MOSQUITO BITES.
RAIN.
TEARS.
WINDOW DRESSING.
LAVENDER.
WELCOME BACKS.
LET DOWNS.
HUGS.
MY SISTERS/SISTER IN LAW.
PILATES (sometimes).
DOG FISH HEAD.
CRAFTS.
GETTING LOCKED IN BATHROOMS.
TWINS.
UKULELE.
PORCHES.
RED.
WEDNESDAY.
BROKEN PHONE CHARGERS.
J & F.
SONGS ON REPEAT.
FRECKLES.
MOSQUITO BITES.
RAIN.
TEARS.
WINDOW DRESSING.
LAVENDER.
WELCOME BACKS.
LET DOWNS.
HUGS.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
AND SO ON AND SO FORTH...
Every now and then theres nothing more satisfying than getting into a deep philosophical conversation with people Ive only met minutes before. Last night I had one of those. I love to hear other peoples aspects and views on the world. Especially when theyre opinionated. One of the things that was discussed was substance abuse and drug addiction. We touched on everything, whether its really a genetic thing, environmental, learned behavior etc.. J specialized in this field which really made it a lot more interesting. The one thing that we did come to a conclusion to was that, its a terrible problem that affects all age groups, social classes and genders needing an escape from reality, trauma and emotional stress (Of course these were our own opinions.)
We also touched on the word -
NORMAL
I despise the word normal. Who decides who is normal and by what standard is anyone considered normal? Does some worldwide achievement test filled with multiple choice survey questions determine normalcy? Ive decided that the word normal should be wiped out of the dictionary when used to describe people. I think that BALANCED should replace normal. (Can you tell that Im a LIBRA??) Yep. I am and Im sure as hell not normal. Id like to say that Im balanced but who knows. Point is, normal needs to go.
On a separate note. My brother in law comes into my room every morning and looks in my mirror. He doesnt have a mirror in his room and I hope her never gets one because hes hilarious! He also values my opinion and listens when I give him wardrobe advice so in my book hes ace!
We also touched on the word -
NORMAL
I despise the word normal. Who decides who is normal and by what standard is anyone considered normal? Does some worldwide achievement test filled with multiple choice survey questions determine normalcy? Ive decided that the word normal should be wiped out of the dictionary when used to describe people. I think that BALANCED should replace normal. (Can you tell that Im a LIBRA??) Yep. I am and Im sure as hell not normal. Id like to say that Im balanced but who knows. Point is, normal needs to go.
On a separate note. My brother in law comes into my room every morning and looks in my mirror. He doesnt have a mirror in his room and I hope her never gets one because hes hilarious! He also values my opinion and listens when I give him wardrobe advice so in my book hes ace!
Friday, July 3, 2009
BIG THRILLS..
So its been a while. Lets see, MICHAEL JACKSON died, apparently he is worth more now than he was when he was alive. Such a pity. Poor FARRAH FAWCETT, she took the back seat on the very same day. The TV cant get enough of this story while FARAH is long forgotten about.
Ive been riding my pride and joy lately. My scooter. Not just any scooter for that matter. My pink STELLA. Gosh I love that thing. Today was my little sisters birthday. Happy B little S!!
I have this odd feeling that Im getting sick, lets hope Im not. Had a blast yesterday. Today was pretty chilled too. Im all about letting things just happen and rolling with them. I find it to be the best way to be. Thinking too much about stuff becomes exhausting.
Im obsessed with SUFJAN STEVENS again. I always love him but sometimes hes all I listen to, and now thats whats been doing with me. Love the SEVEN SWANS album. His voice is so distinctive. Its just so soothing and instantly puts me into a mellow happy mood. If SIZE TOO SMALL doesnt do it for you, I dont know what will. Of course TO BE ALONE WITH YOU is a classic, but THE DRESS LOOKS NICE ON YOU is just (100 percent)...... THE TRANSFIGURATION, yummy. Im going to post some of them at the end of this entry and you tell me if youre not instantly calm and nostalgically warm.
PASSION PIT is on the rotation too for when Im in the mood for some fun tunes. This years new MGMT if you ask me.
Believe it or not I really like the new BLACK EYED PEAS album- THE E.N.D when im in the right mood. Meaning, in the car, blasting it with people.
Ive been playing my ukulele again. I love that thing. Thats all I really need. My uke, my scooter, my music and the special few people who make my days brighter. Okay, okay and ICE CUBES gum.
Ciao for now.
The Dress Looks Nice on You - Sufjan Stevens
Size Too Small - Sufjan Stevens
SUMMER JAMS
Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
Little Secrets - Passion Pit
Ive been riding my pride and joy lately. My scooter. Not just any scooter for that matter. My pink STELLA. Gosh I love that thing. Today was my little sisters birthday. Happy B little S!!
I have this odd feeling that Im getting sick, lets hope Im not. Had a blast yesterday. Today was pretty chilled too. Im all about letting things just happen and rolling with them. I find it to be the best way to be. Thinking too much about stuff becomes exhausting.
Im obsessed with SUFJAN STEVENS again. I always love him but sometimes hes all I listen to, and now thats whats been doing with me. Love the SEVEN SWANS album. His voice is so distinctive. Its just so soothing and instantly puts me into a mellow happy mood. If SIZE TOO SMALL doesnt do it for you, I dont know what will. Of course TO BE ALONE WITH YOU is a classic, but THE DRESS LOOKS NICE ON YOU is just (100 percent)...... THE TRANSFIGURATION, yummy. Im going to post some of them at the end of this entry and you tell me if youre not instantly calm and nostalgically warm.
PASSION PIT is on the rotation too for when Im in the mood for some fun tunes. This years new MGMT if you ask me.
Believe it or not I really like the new BLACK EYED PEAS album- THE E.N.D when im in the right mood. Meaning, in the car, blasting it with people.
Ive been playing my ukulele again. I love that thing. Thats all I really need. My uke, my scooter, my music and the special few people who make my days brighter. Okay, okay and ICE CUBES gum.
Ciao for now.
The Dress Looks Nice on You - Sufjan Stevens
Size Too Small - Sufjan Stevens
SUMMER JAMS
Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
Little Secrets - Passion Pit
Friday, June 12, 2009
A LIST...
-Anything Pastel.
-Swing dancing.
-My new twin niece and nephew.
-Songwriting.
-Helium balloons.
-Batting cages.
- Manicures with S.
-Elton John.
-Smittenkitchen.com
-Soft skin.
-AUDEREEEEYYY.
-Self defense.
-Mederma scar cream.
-Cold sheets and pillows.
-Updates.
-Orchids.
-Cupcakes.
-Beautiful photography.
-N's engagement/soon to be wedding/oh em gee.
-Shell mirrors.
-Swing dancing.
-My new twin niece and nephew.
-Songwriting.
-Helium balloons.
-Batting cages.
- Manicures with S.
-Elton John.
-Smittenkitchen.com
-Soft skin.
-AUDEREEEEYYY.
-Self defense.
-Mederma scar cream.
-Cold sheets and pillows.
-Updates.
-Orchids.
-Cupcakes.
-Beautiful photography.
-N's engagement/soon to be wedding/oh em gee.
-Shell mirrors.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
SINK, SYNC AND STINKS..
On Sunday I went for lunch with A and I to MORANDI. It was such a nice day and my limping was in full effect. Before we left, i went to the ladies room and placed my phone on an empty soap dish. Follow me on this one. All restaurants use soap in dispensers right?? Bar soap is now considered the epitome of grossness, right??
WRONG. As I was leaving, I picked up my phone to find the back end of it wet. I dried it off on my dress because apparently McNally is also on the save the planet plan and only has blowers to dry your hands with in his restrooms. Im bored with my story already, are you??
Anyway... Later that night, my phone rang and I tried to answer it only to hear nothing on the other end. I took the battery out (ooo I hate doing that, it takes forever for the damn thing to reboot, but ok, I did it) and still, after the 20 minute reset, there was still nada. Oddly enough though, my BBm and texting went unscathed. Weird, right?
So fast forward, I havent had a phone that actually can answer calls or make them until tonight. Of course everyone who called me was not on my bbm list nor could I text them. It was those other types of calls. Schools, offices, doctors etc.. Yep, FML. The only thing worse than screening calls is holding your phone in your hand while it incessantly rings and theres not a darn thing you can do about it. Especially when you really needed to take that said call.
But tonight, Im back in action. POCKET MAC stinks. I backed up my phone contacts and all that stuff and of course it refuses to sync with my new berry leaving me with maybe 40 contacts from 2007. That program has a brain of its own. This ordeal has been exhausting. BUT... I can now answer my phone, so like... call me, because I dont have your numbers. Nikki, I have your moms number, go figure, pocket mac loves her but I dont have yours?? WTF?? Oh and I have the valet number for the south tower in turnberry too. See, Im all set life aint too bad, right??
As a sidenote, Id like to thank the true special people who resorted to texting me and actually answering my calls from my obscure house land line phone number. I certainly wouldnt have answered, haha, Just kidding, okay half kidding. ; )
OMG, by the way, someone shot someone in THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM today. What is this world coming to? What a disgraceful thing to do. Lets not shoot people okay? And if you must, please take it outdoors really far away, K?
GREAT.
gnite.
WRONG. As I was leaving, I picked up my phone to find the back end of it wet. I dried it off on my dress because apparently McNally is also on the save the planet plan and only has blowers to dry your hands with in his restrooms. Im bored with my story already, are you??
Anyway... Later that night, my phone rang and I tried to answer it only to hear nothing on the other end. I took the battery out (ooo I hate doing that, it takes forever for the damn thing to reboot, but ok, I did it) and still, after the 20 minute reset, there was still nada. Oddly enough though, my BBm and texting went unscathed. Weird, right?
So fast forward, I havent had a phone that actually can answer calls or make them until tonight. Of course everyone who called me was not on my bbm list nor could I text them. It was those other types of calls. Schools, offices, doctors etc.. Yep, FML. The only thing worse than screening calls is holding your phone in your hand while it incessantly rings and theres not a darn thing you can do about it. Especially when you really needed to take that said call.
But tonight, Im back in action. POCKET MAC stinks. I backed up my phone contacts and all that stuff and of course it refuses to sync with my new berry leaving me with maybe 40 contacts from 2007. That program has a brain of its own. This ordeal has been exhausting. BUT... I can now answer my phone, so like... call me, because I dont have your numbers. Nikki, I have your moms number, go figure, pocket mac loves her but I dont have yours?? WTF?? Oh and I have the valet number for the south tower in turnberry too. See, Im all set life aint too bad, right??
As a sidenote, Id like to thank the true special people who resorted to texting me and actually answering my calls from my obscure house land line phone number. I certainly wouldnt have answered, haha, Just kidding, okay half kidding. ; )
OMG, by the way, someone shot someone in THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM today. What is this world coming to? What a disgraceful thing to do. Lets not shoot people okay? And if you must, please take it outdoors really far away, K?
GREAT.
gnite.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
WINTER SPRING SUMMER OR FALL...
Heres what Ive decided post surgery and after this past week of hell that Ive made it out of it one piece and 7 incisions...
(holy run on sentence)
1. Your true friends are the ones who care. The ones who manage to show up for you regardless of the circumstance, hissy fit, drifting period, mood swing or inconvenience, are the ones worth keeping and treasuring. This doesnt mean that other friends diminish in value or anything like that at all, those friends are still loved. Its just that sometimes people surprise me, its not very often, (therefore, I am putting this down on paper/blog) but they do, some for the better some for the not so better. Im lucky to have great friends and family.
2. Oxycontin was something I thought only junkies in the midwest took and abused as a drug. Turns out this its a completely legitimate pain killer prescribed post substantial surgery. Turns out this oh so routine operation was pretty f*cking serious. Im not sure how I feel about my doctors playing it down to a simple routine 1,2, 3 er but I guess they had my best interest at heart. Had I known just how painful this last week was going to be, I wouldve never ever been so matter of fact about it.
3. The OR looks exactly like it does on TV, personally, they can do a better job with the music, but still-- it worked out alright..
4. Stitches hurt like a mother f*cker. Whomever tells you otherwise is a liar.
5. Elton John is great trance tunes when trying to fall asleep on pain meds, Underrated dude.
6. We need to thank gd when it comes to being able to go to the bathroom alone, bend down to pick up something off of the floor and sneezing without pain being involved.
7. IV sites are the closest I will ever get to becoming a junkie in real life. Those bruises are the real deal. Arnica, the homeopathic remedy for these bruises totally alleviates the embarrassing track marks left behind post op.
8. Belly buttons are a pretty big deal. Im thankful that mine is still a confirmed innie and pretty freaking cute.
9. Im vain as F*ck. Kill me.
(holy run on sentence)
1. Your true friends are the ones who care. The ones who manage to show up for you regardless of the circumstance, hissy fit, drifting period, mood swing or inconvenience, are the ones worth keeping and treasuring. This doesnt mean that other friends diminish in value or anything like that at all, those friends are still loved. Its just that sometimes people surprise me, its not very often, (therefore, I am putting this down on paper/blog) but they do, some for the better some for the not so better. Im lucky to have great friends and family.
2. Oxycontin was something I thought only junkies in the midwest took and abused as a drug. Turns out this its a completely legitimate pain killer prescribed post substantial surgery. Turns out this oh so routine operation was pretty f*cking serious. Im not sure how I feel about my doctors playing it down to a simple routine 1,2, 3 er but I guess they had my best interest at heart. Had I known just how painful this last week was going to be, I wouldve never ever been so matter of fact about it.
3. The OR looks exactly like it does on TV, personally, they can do a better job with the music, but still-- it worked out alright..
4. Stitches hurt like a mother f*cker. Whomever tells you otherwise is a liar.
5. Elton John is great trance tunes when trying to fall asleep on pain meds, Underrated dude.
6. We need to thank gd when it comes to being able to go to the bathroom alone, bend down to pick up something off of the floor and sneezing without pain being involved.
7. IV sites are the closest I will ever get to becoming a junkie in real life. Those bruises are the real deal. Arnica, the homeopathic remedy for these bruises totally alleviates the embarrassing track marks left behind post op.
8. Belly buttons are a pretty big deal. Im thankful that mine is still a confirmed innie and pretty freaking cute.
9. Im vain as F*ck. Kill me.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
IVE GONE SOFT...
Ive been a flop lately as far as the blogging thing goes, well actually with a lot of different things. I have no excuse other than just being really wrapped up in my own stuff. Sometimes I contemplate ending this blog. I hate not giving anything I work on my all and the blog seems to have fallen thru the cracks and it saddens me. But, for some reason ending it seems so tragic, so for now, Ill write when I feel like I have something to contribute thats worth reading. Its weird because not a day goes by that I dont think about my blog.
In rereading that last paragraph I got a pit in my stomach. I cant end this baby. Im just flakey lately. Im here and I dont plan on going anywhere!!!
Whoooo..
On Wednesday Im going in for surgery. Nothing serious but still, scary as all hell. Ive never been put to sleep and Im terrified of just that. The planning and the appts that have gone into this procedure have been exhausting and draining. I cant wait for it to be over with. Ill have some sweet scars to concoct some stories over. I bought myself a present for the occasion too. 800 thread count sateen sheets. Hollerrr!!! I was long overdue for some new sleep garb. I love soft things. As a matter of fact, if someone were to ask me to describe myself and the things I love, my love for all things soft would be a detrimental detail Id need to include. White marshmallows, flannel, cotton balls, down comforters, cashmere, soft skin... you name it, I love it.
I watched the season finale of GREYS ANATOMY last night after catching up on the last 4 episodes and holy hell did it hit me hard. Goose bumps like whoa!! But why, oh why has they destroyed Merediths face with collagen, botox and restylane? It really irks me that TV and the media has caved to the superficiality of the vain. Dont get me wrong, Im one of the vainest people out there, I try to maintain and take care of myself but Tv is out of control. Her face is so shiny and plumped up to a point where she looks like a giant helium balloon!! Its so sad. Why cant society just accept and embrace the beauty of natural aging??
Okay Im done with my rant. Hope everyone enjoys their MEMORIAL WEEKEND. Remember if youre not hot dogging (or veggie dogging or corn dogging, whatever dogging) youre not celebrating.
xo
In rereading that last paragraph I got a pit in my stomach. I cant end this baby. Im just flakey lately. Im here and I dont plan on going anywhere!!!
Whoooo..
On Wednesday Im going in for surgery. Nothing serious but still, scary as all hell. Ive never been put to sleep and Im terrified of just that. The planning and the appts that have gone into this procedure have been exhausting and draining. I cant wait for it to be over with. Ill have some sweet scars to concoct some stories over. I bought myself a present for the occasion too. 800 thread count sateen sheets. Hollerrr!!! I was long overdue for some new sleep garb. I love soft things. As a matter of fact, if someone were to ask me to describe myself and the things I love, my love for all things soft would be a detrimental detail Id need to include. White marshmallows, flannel, cotton balls, down comforters, cashmere, soft skin... you name it, I love it.
I watched the season finale of GREYS ANATOMY last night after catching up on the last 4 episodes and holy hell did it hit me hard. Goose bumps like whoa!! But why, oh why has they destroyed Merediths face with collagen, botox and restylane? It really irks me that TV and the media has caved to the superficiality of the vain. Dont get me wrong, Im one of the vainest people out there, I try to maintain and take care of myself but Tv is out of control. Her face is so shiny and plumped up to a point where she looks like a giant helium balloon!! Its so sad. Why cant society just accept and embrace the beauty of natural aging??
Okay Im done with my rant. Hope everyone enjoys their MEMORIAL WEEKEND. Remember if youre not hot dogging (or veggie dogging or corn dogging, whatever dogging) youre not celebrating.
xo
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
AHEMM..
I think its official- I suffer from allergies.
How emo is that??!!
I hate feeling like Im sick when in reality Im not.
I have to keep reminding myself that its just dorky allergies.
How emo is that??!!
I hate feeling like Im sick when in reality Im not.
I have to keep reminding myself that its just dorky allergies.
Monday, May 11, 2009
SOMETIMES...
SOMETIMES I can be so pumped and energized and like the drop of a hat it all goes south and Im exhausted..
SOMETIMES I overuse the word exhausted...
SOMETIMES I just feel flat out ugly. Like uglier than WOOGY in SOMETHING ABOUT MARY...
SOMETIMES I answer too quickly...
SOMETIMES people just rub me the wrong way. Its not even like theyve done anything wrong to me, its just this feeling that I get. Im usually dead on with stuff like that.
SOMETIMES Im wrong though hehehe..
SOMETIMES I wont listen to my voicemail for like 3 days even when I see that I have messages, which at times becomes a problem... I really dont like checking my voicemail..
SOMETIMES I swear im never going to do something again and five minutes later Im right back where I started, doing it (again)..
SOMETIMES I download some really cheesy old music and listen to it over and over again, my most recent casualty? HOLD YOUR EARS... JOSH GROBAN- YOU RAISE ME UP.... (still wincing,I know, I know)
SOMETIMES I use certain words too freely without considering the consequences of the usage... I do that a lot. Cryptic, much?
SOMETIMES either you know or you dont, and if you dont know, you just dont... Right???
Today I went with I downtown to shop for a dress for this weeks festivities if I even end up making it to them. From the get go we were bitching about having to shop. I love shopping for others. Shopping for myself has become a chore, something I dread. We were two sourpusses complaining and sulking for a good 2 hours until we rewarded ourselves with a looong lunch filled with some extra curricular beverages. Suddenly we were happier. Ended up finding 2 dresses. Of course I finds a dress within the first 20 minutes of the excursion. El and I had some good random BBM chat going on, B had me laughing, R too, theyre my faves to shoot the shit with, What would I do without my blackberry? Id probably be really codependent and friendless... Wait, Im those 2 anyway, arent I? Hahahaha, JK.
Aright, Im EXHAUSTED from blogging--
x to the o
SOMETIMES I overuse the word exhausted...
SOMETIMES I just feel flat out ugly. Like uglier than WOOGY in SOMETHING ABOUT MARY...
SOMETIMES I answer too quickly...
SOMETIMES people just rub me the wrong way. Its not even like theyve done anything wrong to me, its just this feeling that I get. Im usually dead on with stuff like that.
SOMETIMES Im wrong though hehehe..
SOMETIMES I wont listen to my voicemail for like 3 days even when I see that I have messages, which at times becomes a problem... I really dont like checking my voicemail..
SOMETIMES I swear im never going to do something again and five minutes later Im right back where I started, doing it (again)..
SOMETIMES I download some really cheesy old music and listen to it over and over again, my most recent casualty? HOLD YOUR EARS... JOSH GROBAN- YOU RAISE ME UP.... (still wincing,I know, I know)
SOMETIMES I use certain words too freely without considering the consequences of the usage... I do that a lot. Cryptic, much?
SOMETIMES either you know or you dont, and if you dont know, you just dont... Right???
Today I went with I downtown to shop for a dress for this weeks festivities if I even end up making it to them. From the get go we were bitching about having to shop. I love shopping for others. Shopping for myself has become a chore, something I dread. We were two sourpusses complaining and sulking for a good 2 hours until we rewarded ourselves with a looong lunch filled with some extra curricular beverages. Suddenly we were happier. Ended up finding 2 dresses. Of course I finds a dress within the first 20 minutes of the excursion. El and I had some good random BBM chat going on, B had me laughing, R too, theyre my faves to shoot the shit with, What would I do without my blackberry? Id probably be really codependent and friendless... Wait, Im those 2 anyway, arent I? Hahahaha, JK.
Aright, Im EXHAUSTED from blogging--
x to the o
Monday, May 4, 2009
LAZY DAZE...
I hate when its gross outside. Rain affects my mood. People who are hyper on a rainy day bother me. On rainy days I listen to sad music. Im starting to paint myself as a mood person I think. Im really not, I guess im just cliche sometimes, hehehe. Okay I just lied because im listening to OKKERVIL RIVER- BLACK and its not maybe sad. More agro!!
Going for lunch with El and R, Im so excited to actually sit down and enjoy lunch and my time with friends. We always laugh when were together. Freedom is something ive really come to appreciate since starting school again. Alas its over and I cant wait to catch up with everyone. S!! Cant wait for WED!!
I had a really nice weekend.
This week is going to be a rough one. Im nervous.
I wish I had a magnolia tree in front of my house, ugh- so beautiful. Im kinda getting sick of cherry blossoms, theyre a dime a dozen around here. My neighbor around the block has one and sometimes I want to go there, chop it down and replant it in front of my house. How weird am I??
But if I were normal would you really give a damn about what I had to say??
Yeah, thought so.
Black - Okkervil River
Going for lunch with El and R, Im so excited to actually sit down and enjoy lunch and my time with friends. We always laugh when were together. Freedom is something ive really come to appreciate since starting school again. Alas its over and I cant wait to catch up with everyone. S!! Cant wait for WED!!
I had a really nice weekend.
This week is going to be a rough one. Im nervous.
I wish I had a magnolia tree in front of my house, ugh- so beautiful. Im kinda getting sick of cherry blossoms, theyre a dime a dozen around here. My neighbor around the block has one and sometimes I want to go there, chop it down and replant it in front of my house. How weird am I??
But if I were normal would you really give a damn about what I had to say??
Yeah, thought so.
Black - Okkervil River
Sunday, May 3, 2009
BIG TIME FLOP..
I think this mightve been the longest ive gone without blogging since inception of this mess of words.
For whoever still reads it and checks in with it every now and then thanks for not giving up on me completely.
School just ended and my life has just been really hectic and busy. I think im back in action though.
I love hearing about people who read my blog. Its so motivating and makes me feel like all I want to do is blog. The question is-- if I dont really have much to say, do I write anyway? Like am I supposed to write about nothing exciting? Like today I ate tuna tartare for lunch?? Does anyone want to know that??
Last night we went out for I's birthday and it was a really fun night. I found out that a lot of people stop by this blog every now and then and I got super stoked! Thanks S, B and J!!
A, I and myself had an all out singing session to AIR SUPPLYS- IM ALL OUT OF LOVE. I love that song. I love stumbling upon an oldie yet a goody.
We were talking about the dread and doom brought on by birthdays. I am KNOWN for CRYING EVERY SINGLE YEAR ON MY BIRTHDAY. Sometimes I wake up and get it out of the way, other times the tears strike mid day. This year though, I made it all the way to 5:00 before the flood hit. Its not that im sad about my birthday its just that I always feel extra emotional on the day for unknown reasons. I will admit that getting older is starting to feel sucky though. I think crying on your birthday should be a required act. Let the record show that this past year, I had one of my best birthdays to date, thanks to some really special people in my life. Wow, how corny did I just get?
Ive been obsessed with this jam lately. Perfect pool side song. So here you go my lovelies-
KINGS OF LEON are awesome. They are one band that I never get sick of. I actually read a really great article about them in last months ROLLING STONE magazine. I am starting to like that magazine again. Its a bit mainstream for my snobby self but last months articles were intriguing. Especially the one about HULK HOGAN. So yeah. Talk about monday morning quarterbacking!
xo
All Out Of Love - Air Supply - Air Supply
knocked up - lykke li & kings of leon
For whoever still reads it and checks in with it every now and then thanks for not giving up on me completely.
School just ended and my life has just been really hectic and busy. I think im back in action though.
I love hearing about people who read my blog. Its so motivating and makes me feel like all I want to do is blog. The question is-- if I dont really have much to say, do I write anyway? Like am I supposed to write about nothing exciting? Like today I ate tuna tartare for lunch?? Does anyone want to know that??
Last night we went out for I's birthday and it was a really fun night. I found out that a lot of people stop by this blog every now and then and I got super stoked! Thanks S, B and J!!
A, I and myself had an all out singing session to AIR SUPPLYS- IM ALL OUT OF LOVE. I love that song. I love stumbling upon an oldie yet a goody.
We were talking about the dread and doom brought on by birthdays. I am KNOWN for CRYING EVERY SINGLE YEAR ON MY BIRTHDAY. Sometimes I wake up and get it out of the way, other times the tears strike mid day. This year though, I made it all the way to 5:00 before the flood hit. Its not that im sad about my birthday its just that I always feel extra emotional on the day for unknown reasons. I will admit that getting older is starting to feel sucky though. I think crying on your birthday should be a required act. Let the record show that this past year, I had one of my best birthdays to date, thanks to some really special people in my life. Wow, how corny did I just get?
Ive been obsessed with this jam lately. Perfect pool side song. So here you go my lovelies-
KINGS OF LEON are awesome. They are one band that I never get sick of. I actually read a really great article about them in last months ROLLING STONE magazine. I am starting to like that magazine again. Its a bit mainstream for my snobby self but last months articles were intriguing. Especially the one about HULK HOGAN. So yeah. Talk about monday morning quarterbacking!
xo
All Out Of Love - Air Supply - Air Supply
knocked up - lykke li & kings of leon
Monday, April 6, 2009
IF...
I say it enough maybe Ill actually believe it. (Scratch your heads, thats all I will say.)
Im restless. Ive bitten my fingernails down to the core. Im tired and yet, I cant sleep. Why did it have to rain all freaking day today? I have a million things to do and yet have done none of them. Just took a tylenol PM. I need a car wash desperately. I dont want to go get one tomorrow. I dont want to go to school either. Not tomorrow not Wednesday. Boo. Im nervous about a few things. I need a vacation.
Please let the weather be nice tomorrow and everyday day forward. I need sunshine.
More soon...
Im restless. Ive bitten my fingernails down to the core. Im tired and yet, I cant sleep. Why did it have to rain all freaking day today? I have a million things to do and yet have done none of them. Just took a tylenol PM. I need a car wash desperately. I dont want to go get one tomorrow. I dont want to go to school either. Not tomorrow not Wednesday. Boo. Im nervous about a few things. I need a vacation.
Please let the weather be nice tomorrow and everyday day forward. I need sunshine.
More soon...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
SOMETIMES....
SOMETIMES I feel like I speak a completely different language than everyone else, yet we all use the same words.
SOMETIMES my bag goes flying off of the front seat when Im driving dumping all of its contents all over the floor.
SOMETIMES I wanna cry when that happens.
SOMETIMES I randomly volunteer information about myself to people I hardly know.
SOMETIMES I feel like a persons ringer on the cell tells you a lot about that person.
SOMETIMES my index fingertip goes numb for a solid 2 minutes and it freaks me out.
SOMETIMES my little sister is the funniest human being in the world.
SOMETIMES my dad mispronounces the silliest words like human bean (being). He speaks his own language for sure.
SOMETIMES I find the MAGIC 8 ball to be so dead on.
SOMETIMES I have bloggerhea, sometimes I dont.
SOMETIMES my bag goes flying off of the front seat when Im driving dumping all of its contents all over the floor.
SOMETIMES I wanna cry when that happens.
SOMETIMES I randomly volunteer information about myself to people I hardly know.
SOMETIMES I feel like a persons ringer on the cell tells you a lot about that person.
SOMETIMES my index fingertip goes numb for a solid 2 minutes and it freaks me out.
SOMETIMES my little sister is the funniest human being in the world.
SOMETIMES my dad mispronounces the silliest words like human bean (being). He speaks his own language for sure.
SOMETIMES I find the MAGIC 8 ball to be so dead on.
SOMETIMES I have bloggerhea, sometimes I dont.
Monday, March 30, 2009
STICKS AND STONES...
I am back and alive. After a grueling week of some crazy issues (re: title post) I can safely say that Ive been through hell and back. I experienced that craziest physical pain of my life this past week. This experience included crying, tossing my cookies, (more on that later) blood analyzed, painkillers prescribed and a ton of "how are you feeling?" phone calls and flowers.
Everyone together now... AWWW..
On Friday I went to a specialist to see what the hell was wrong with me. I met with the doctor who was not my fave by any stretch. Sometimes I can just tell right away if Im going to like someone. I did not jive well with her at all. At the end of my exam, I started to feel super nauseas. You know--That feeling you get right before you expel your guts kind. Am I the only one that is absolutely terrified of throwing up? Its usually a reflex thing for me to cry after puking. I know, I know, Im a baby. How do bulimics do it?? Throwing up is so scary!! K, back to the story. So, shes talking to me and Im hearing nothing, all I want her to do is get the hell out of the room asap so that I can be sick in the most covert way possible. "So, we will see on Monday how you are doing and take it from there, we can do......" At this point im only hearing muffled sounds because Im too focused on finding the damn trash can. "I hate painkillers" I think to myself as my stomach churns due to its starved state... She finally leaves and theres no can in sight, only a dinky little sink. Now Im sweating because im about to loss it and theres nowhere to turn. I run out of the room heaving only to be stranded in a maze dying and trying to hold it together.
"F*cking Percocet" I think to myself.
I finally stumble upon a trash can in the hallway and lose it in a quiet corner. After gaining some composure I scurry to the waiting room to find my mom. "Lets go" I say as I try and act casual while bolting for the door. "What did she say??" my mom asks, "Ill tell you in the car" I mumbled as she stared into my bloodshot eyes. SHe looked at me patiently waiting for me to give her the low down on the exam.
"Mom?" I say to her as we are getting into the car.
"Yes?"
"We can NEVER go back there, okay?"
"Okay, why, whats wrong, what did she say?"
"I just puked in her garbage"
"Oh wow, lets go get you something to eat" she says.
My mom RULES.
So Yeah... Not my proudest moment -- by any means. Im actually really embarrassed about it. Im normally an upstanding citizen. I flush toilets, I hang up my clothes in dressing rooms, refill the toilet paper if need be....
But hey... Remember? I said I had an empty stomach.. Damage wasnt that bad.
Painkillers will definitely bring out the inner exorcist in all of us if taken on an empty stomach. I will not be going back to that doctor any time soon, thats for sure.
Wow, Im disgusting.
Hope everyone had a splendid weekend.
xo.
Everyone together now... AWWW..
On Friday I went to a specialist to see what the hell was wrong with me. I met with the doctor who was not my fave by any stretch. Sometimes I can just tell right away if Im going to like someone. I did not jive well with her at all. At the end of my exam, I started to feel super nauseas. You know--That feeling you get right before you expel your guts kind. Am I the only one that is absolutely terrified of throwing up? Its usually a reflex thing for me to cry after puking. I know, I know, Im a baby. How do bulimics do it?? Throwing up is so scary!! K, back to the story. So, shes talking to me and Im hearing nothing, all I want her to do is get the hell out of the room asap so that I can be sick in the most covert way possible. "So, we will see on Monday how you are doing and take it from there, we can do......" At this point im only hearing muffled sounds because Im too focused on finding the damn trash can. "I hate painkillers" I think to myself as my stomach churns due to its starved state... She finally leaves and theres no can in sight, only a dinky little sink. Now Im sweating because im about to loss it and theres nowhere to turn. I run out of the room heaving only to be stranded in a maze dying and trying to hold it together.
"F*cking Percocet" I think to myself.
I finally stumble upon a trash can in the hallway and lose it in a quiet corner. After gaining some composure I scurry to the waiting room to find my mom. "Lets go" I say as I try and act casual while bolting for the door. "What did she say??" my mom asks, "Ill tell you in the car" I mumbled as she stared into my bloodshot eyes. SHe looked at me patiently waiting for me to give her the low down on the exam.
"Mom?" I say to her as we are getting into the car.
"Yes?"
"We can NEVER go back there, okay?"
"Okay, why, whats wrong, what did she say?"
"I just puked in her garbage"
"Oh wow, lets go get you something to eat" she says.
My mom RULES.
So Yeah... Not my proudest moment -- by any means. Im actually really embarrassed about it. Im normally an upstanding citizen. I flush toilets, I hang up my clothes in dressing rooms, refill the toilet paper if need be....
But hey... Remember? I said I had an empty stomach.. Damage wasnt that bad.
Painkillers will definitely bring out the inner exorcist in all of us if taken on an empty stomach. I will not be going back to that doctor any time soon, thats for sure.
Wow, Im disgusting.
Hope everyone had a splendid weekend.
xo.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
BUT WHY??
Today I saw a woman with the worlds worst panty line known to man. We are talking a size small panty on an ass that was easily a LARGE. I pointed it out to S and I. They were also horrified. Why did the woman not buy the right size? I just dont understand?? It looked painful. It got me thinking.. Why do people do the things they do??
WHY...
Why do some people put on their blinker when theyre making a turn and forget to take it off?? That noise is so annoying, how can anyone forget??
Why do people take 300 hours to pull out of a parking spot?
Why do people pretend like they dont care when they really do?
Why do people write KK when its really just OK or K?
Why do people other than nurses wear white sneakers?
Why do sick people dig into a plate of food that everyone is sharing without blinking an eye?
Why do teachers always dress so badly?
Why does STAPLES employ the meanest people as salespeople?
Why do people wear sweat socks with Birkenstocks?
Why do people other than nurses wear white sneakers?
Why do men wear turtlenecks?
Why do bad drivers insist on driving?
WHYYYY??
WHY...
Why do some people put on their blinker when theyre making a turn and forget to take it off?? That noise is so annoying, how can anyone forget??
Why do people take 300 hours to pull out of a parking spot?
Why do people pretend like they dont care when they really do?
Why do people write KK when its really just OK or K?
Why do people other than nurses wear white sneakers?
Why do sick people dig into a plate of food that everyone is sharing without blinking an eye?
Why do teachers always dress so badly?
Why does STAPLES employ the meanest people as salespeople?
Why do people wear sweat socks with Birkenstocks?
Why do people other than nurses wear white sneakers?
Why do men wear turtlenecks?
Why do bad drivers insist on driving?
WHYYYY??
Friday, March 20, 2009
GROSSNESS...
Is it me or is having a sore throat worse that having fever? In my book a sore throat is the worst thing to have aside from a stuffed nose or a paper cut on your knuckle. Guess what? My spring break came to a halting end this AM when I woke up with my throat on fire. Holler!! Well not really, more like whisper.
Went for lunch today with G and R. I miss the shit outta G, it was so great to hang. R and I ordered what we thought was the dreamiest thing on the menu. It was a flop. We started talking about what we planned on doing on Sunday. R chimes in and says, Sundays are my day to relax, "by relaxing she means running on the treadmill for 3 hours with a weighted vest on on a 4.0 incline." I tell G. I dunno, my idea of a relaxing Sunday is like going to the movies after sleeping late or to a Museum or a bookstore. I love R. Gd bless her she has endurance of an energizer bunny on crack.
Im going to miss having the freedom that I enjoyed so this week. Back to school I go.
The other day I went to SAKS and met R and El. I detest dept stores when Im shopping for myself*. They give me severe anxiety. If you want to really kill me youll drag me to BLOOMINGDALES, to me thats cause for instant suicide. Id rather be sent to Guantanamo Bay for water boarding before entering that hole. So anyway-- I finally meet up with them on the shoe floor bec R had a crazy card that gave you 20% off of everything. I plop down next to them looking all disheveled after braving 4 floors alone. They are each surrounded by boxes and boxes. Their salesperson is nowhere to be found. I figured Id save the day and get my own salesperson. I pick them out decide which ones I want and boom, their salesman drops the bomb-- "Oh no, I cant help her, shes working with someone else, she cant get the discount sorry." It freaking figures. Only Me!! They start laughing at me because they can see how defeated and confused I am.. I had to plot operation "get rid of my salesperson ahora." I finally did only to see that the salesperson still would not help me. R had to convince him to finally run my transaction through and he complied. I pulled out my gift card for $400 and he said "im sorry, its expired" Only me people. I had to go to customer service for 20 minutes to get it sorted out. By the time I settled the shoe debacle and got down to the other floor to get my jeans that I had picked out, the salesperson had gone on break and hid my stuff. SEEE!! This stuff only happens to me. By the time I got outta that hell hole I needed 10 drinks. No bueno.
Hmm what else? I guess thats it. Oh, btw, I watched PRESIDENT OBAMA on JAY LENO by my mom today. Has anyone else noticed how huge the mans hands are? If you ask me, I kinda feel safer with a huge handed president. Dude can carry the world in them or drop us all on our asses!! Either way I guess.
Went for lunch today with G and R. I miss the shit outta G, it was so great to hang. R and I ordered what we thought was the dreamiest thing on the menu. It was a flop. We started talking about what we planned on doing on Sunday. R chimes in and says, Sundays are my day to relax, "by relaxing she means running on the treadmill for 3 hours with a weighted vest on on a 4.0 incline." I tell G. I dunno, my idea of a relaxing Sunday is like going to the movies after sleeping late or to a Museum or a bookstore. I love R. Gd bless her she has endurance of an energizer bunny on crack.
Im going to miss having the freedom that I enjoyed so this week. Back to school I go.
The other day I went to SAKS and met R and El. I detest dept stores when Im shopping for myself*. They give me severe anxiety. If you want to really kill me youll drag me to BLOOMINGDALES, to me thats cause for instant suicide. Id rather be sent to Guantanamo Bay for water boarding before entering that hole. So anyway-- I finally meet up with them on the shoe floor bec R had a crazy card that gave you 20% off of everything. I plop down next to them looking all disheveled after braving 4 floors alone. They are each surrounded by boxes and boxes. Their salesperson is nowhere to be found. I figured Id save the day and get my own salesperson. I pick them out decide which ones I want and boom, their salesman drops the bomb-- "Oh no, I cant help her, shes working with someone else, she cant get the discount sorry." It freaking figures. Only Me!! They start laughing at me because they can see how defeated and confused I am.. I had to plot operation "get rid of my salesperson ahora." I finally did only to see that the salesperson still would not help me. R had to convince him to finally run my transaction through and he complied. I pulled out my gift card for $400 and he said "im sorry, its expired" Only me people. I had to go to customer service for 20 minutes to get it sorted out. By the time I settled the shoe debacle and got down to the other floor to get my jeans that I had picked out, the salesperson had gone on break and hid my stuff. SEEE!! This stuff only happens to me. By the time I got outta that hell hole I needed 10 drinks. No bueno.
Hmm what else? I guess thats it. Oh, btw, I watched PRESIDENT OBAMA on JAY LENO by my mom today. Has anyone else noticed how huge the mans hands are? If you ask me, I kinda feel safer with a huge handed president. Dude can carry the world in them or drop us all on our asses!! Either way I guess.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
WOOOHOOO... THATS NOT MY NAME.
Thats right bitches, (did I just really say that??) Im on spring break and Im loving it.
I love going back to sleep and waking up late with zero anxiety.
I love planning my day how I WANT to plan it and not around some annoying assignment.
I love going out and not having a worry in the world, with regards to school, at least.
I love eating sushi at 2:00 with my sister and then going for an obnoxiously expensive manicure and pedicure afterwards together. Recession? Whats that?
I love having a work out routine again.
I love that tomorrow is Wednesday and Im doing whatever it is I feel like doing!!
Okay enough. Tomorrow is supposed to be 60 degrees outside. I cant wait. I love spring weather.
I just read that Natasha Richardson was in a tragic skiing accident. The facts are nowhere to be found. Different online news surces are saying crazy things. One said that she is brain dead and on life support and another said shes okay but is just headed back home on a private plane. Apparently she took a spill on a beginner slope and fell on her head. They say she got up and was feeling fine but was comlaining an hour later of head pain and was rushed to the hospital. This is so sad to me. I hope shes okay. What is wrong with the media, how do they spread such conflicting stories??? Yikes.
Someone is outside stopped at the light by my house with COLDPLAYS- FIX YOU blasting on their car radio, hmm, nice song choice dude.
TING TINGS rock. Sweaty big venues do not rock.
Id write about last night, but Id better not. Too much. Hahaha- I, you know what I mean.
St. Patricks day is hilarious. Watching all the weirdos puke in the streets is always um, interesting. Google had a nice little salute to the holiday.
My sister went into a gourmet grocery store yesterday and asked me if I wanted her to bring anything out for me- "My hot future husband" I thought to myself, but just said- "No thanks, Im good, Dee" she came out holding a cheesecake. Good enough.
Excuse me while I go play beer pong, it is... SPRING BREAK!!
xo
Thats Not My Name - The Ting Tings
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now
Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, jo, lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I miss the catch if they throw me the ball
I'm the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting clamped up and sitting on the fence now
So alone all the time and I
Lock myself away
Listen to me, Oh No!
Although I'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'Her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, jo, lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
I love going back to sleep and waking up late with zero anxiety.
I love planning my day how I WANT to plan it and not around some annoying assignment.
I love going out and not having a worry in the world, with regards to school, at least.
I love eating sushi at 2:00 with my sister and then going for an obnoxiously expensive manicure and pedicure afterwards together. Recession? Whats that?
I love having a work out routine again.
I love that tomorrow is Wednesday and Im doing whatever it is I feel like doing!!
Okay enough. Tomorrow is supposed to be 60 degrees outside. I cant wait. I love spring weather.
I just read that Natasha Richardson was in a tragic skiing accident. The facts are nowhere to be found. Different online news surces are saying crazy things. One said that she is brain dead and on life support and another said shes okay but is just headed back home on a private plane. Apparently she took a spill on a beginner slope and fell on her head. They say she got up and was feeling fine but was comlaining an hour later of head pain and was rushed to the hospital. This is so sad to me. I hope shes okay. What is wrong with the media, how do they spread such conflicting stories??? Yikes.
Someone is outside stopped at the light by my house with COLDPLAYS- FIX YOU blasting on their car radio, hmm, nice song choice dude.
TING TINGS rock. Sweaty big venues do not rock.
Id write about last night, but Id better not. Too much. Hahaha- I, you know what I mean.
St. Patricks day is hilarious. Watching all the weirdos puke in the streets is always um, interesting. Google had a nice little salute to the holiday.
My sister went into a gourmet grocery store yesterday and asked me if I wanted her to bring anything out for me- "My hot future husband" I thought to myself, but just said- "No thanks, Im good, Dee" she came out holding a cheesecake. Good enough.
Excuse me while I go play beer pong, it is... SPRING BREAK!!
xo
Thats Not My Name - The Ting Tings
Four letter word just to get me along
It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I
I keep stalling, keeping me together
People around gotta find something to say now
Holding back, everyday the same
Don't wanna be a loner
Listen to me, oh no
I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, jo, lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
I miss the catch if they throw me the ball
I'm the last chick standing up against the wall
Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring
Getting clamped up and sitting on the fence now
So alone all the time and I
Lock myself away
Listen to me, Oh No!
Although I'm dressed up, out and all with
Everything considered they forget my name
(ame, ame, ame)
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'Her'
They call me 'Jane'
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, jo, lisa
Always the same
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
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