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.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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?
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
PERFECTLY IMPERFECT..
I am a perfectionist. I hate being this way. School this week is a killer. I torture myself to be perfect. I am not okay with just being human and doing an okay job. Its funny that I am this way now because growing up, I never really beat myself up over school work. I did just fine. Now that im older, I approach school so differently. It becomes exhausting-- to be perfectly honest. I drive myself insane over it. Tomorrow my midterm is due. I spent the last 2 nights home doing homework. It is now 2AM, I did not finish. Im right where I started at 8 PM. Why? Because, no matter what I do, Im never happy with my work.
UGHHHHH.
In the end, it always works out, but I always manage to sike myself out. I cant wait for a week off next week!!
SPRING BREAK-- Im going to CANCUN!! Umm, yeah right! Recession.com
Today in class, I printed out a document that I was working on. It was 8 pages. The printer accidently printed out 900 pages. The printer was spitting paper like WHITNEY HOUSTON on crack!! Our school gives every student an allowance of 350 sheets per semester, cool no?? After that you have to pay per copy. I ended up owing 150 dollars. S, my classmate saved my life and helped me sort it out. THANK G. Im now back at my normal number, 70 pages used. I had no idea that we even had an allowance... Im so out of the loop.
Aright, I guess im going to sleep, not that I will be able to anyhow due to nerves. Im such a loser. Then I wonder why no one reads my blog. I wouldnt read it.
xo
UGHHHHH.
In the end, it always works out, but I always manage to sike myself out. I cant wait for a week off next week!!
SPRING BREAK-- Im going to CANCUN!! Umm, yeah right! Recession.com
Today in class, I printed out a document that I was working on. It was 8 pages. The printer accidently printed out 900 pages. The printer was spitting paper like WHITNEY HOUSTON on crack!! Our school gives every student an allowance of 350 sheets per semester, cool no?? After that you have to pay per copy. I ended up owing 150 dollars. S, my classmate saved my life and helped me sort it out. THANK G. Im now back at my normal number, 70 pages used. I had no idea that we even had an allowance... Im so out of the loop.
Aright, I guess im going to sleep, not that I will be able to anyhow due to nerves. Im such a loser. Then I wonder why no one reads my blog. I wouldnt read it.
xo
Sunday, March 8, 2009
FEVERS AND MIRRORS...
Today Im jumping out of my skin. I cant really stay focused on anything due to the amount of stuff on my plate right now. Every time I get started with something, I get distracted. Is that what people mean when they say "overly stimulated"??
Hmm maybe.
I ate like a pig today. I am ill. No, no, really, a pig. I feel huge.
I want Wednesday to come and go already. Let it be over with.
Day light savings time is a hoax, because we are losing time, what kind of stupidity is that??
WTF??
Im tired, I slept for 6 hours last night. Not nearly enough. Never enough. I love to sleep. Ive never been much of a morning person.
How magnificent was yesterday, last nights and todays weather?
Right??
Im beginning to think that Im one of those people who are significantly effected by hot and cold weather-- mood wise. This burst of spring weather felt nice.
I bought a mirror last night at Duane Reade just because, I felt like we needed one. RANDOM. I didnt have a portable goody mirror. Now I do. The man at the checkout counter, aka the cashier was really deformed. It felt weird buying a mirror from him. Poor guy.
Hmm maybe.
I ate like a pig today. I am ill. No, no, really, a pig. I feel huge.
I want Wednesday to come and go already. Let it be over with.
Day light savings time is a hoax, because we are losing time, what kind of stupidity is that??
WTF??
Im tired, I slept for 6 hours last night. Not nearly enough. Never enough. I love to sleep. Ive never been much of a morning person.
How magnificent was yesterday, last nights and todays weather?
Right??
Im beginning to think that Im one of those people who are significantly effected by hot and cold weather-- mood wise. This burst of spring weather felt nice.
I bought a mirror last night at Duane Reade just because, I felt like we needed one. RANDOM. I didnt have a portable goody mirror. Now I do. The man at the checkout counter, aka the cashier was really deformed. It felt weird buying a mirror from him. Poor guy.
Friday, March 6, 2009
FAILING TO PLAN...
Is planning to fail. I live by these words.
I got an A on my report from last week. That felt nice.
I just bit my nails off. Sally Hansen's HARD AS NAILS top coat polish is gross. The smell lingers forever. I didnt get a manicure this week, so I put that crap on my nails to hold me over. The smell grossed me out so I bit it off along with all of my nails. This means one thing. I am nervous. I am stressed out. I am bothered. I am not looking forward to this week.
Today I had lunch with S. Every time we get together we have such great convos. I love her. I wish I got to see more of her and a few of my other friends. Like G. My schedule is just too damn ridiculous. I hate schedules. I hate the stress they cause. But, thats life. Stuff could be worse, I could have nothing to do. Now THAT would stink. I would like a few days of having nothing to do- though. Yeah, now im rambling.
I have a pit in my stomach. This week kinda sucked for a slew of reasons. Im glad its over. Perhaps hitting the reset button will do me some good. But for now... Im just blah. This just leads me to believe that I am in dire need of a vacation. i think ive finally become one of those people who become affected mood wise if they dont work out. I havent worked out this week and I feel crappy. I never thought Id say those words about myself. But, there are just too many signs pointing to it.
I got the most random IM last night from someone whom I havent spoken to in years. Thats always interesting. Too bad I fell asleep mid convo.
Enjoy your weekend darlings.
xx
I got an A on my report from last week. That felt nice.
I just bit my nails off. Sally Hansen's HARD AS NAILS top coat polish is gross. The smell lingers forever. I didnt get a manicure this week, so I put that crap on my nails to hold me over. The smell grossed me out so I bit it off along with all of my nails. This means one thing. I am nervous. I am stressed out. I am bothered. I am not looking forward to this week.
Today I had lunch with S. Every time we get together we have such great convos. I love her. I wish I got to see more of her and a few of my other friends. Like G. My schedule is just too damn ridiculous. I hate schedules. I hate the stress they cause. But, thats life. Stuff could be worse, I could have nothing to do. Now THAT would stink. I would like a few days of having nothing to do- though. Yeah, now im rambling.
I have a pit in my stomach. This week kinda sucked for a slew of reasons. Im glad its over. Perhaps hitting the reset button will do me some good. But for now... Im just blah. This just leads me to believe that I am in dire need of a vacation. i think ive finally become one of those people who become affected mood wise if they dont work out. I havent worked out this week and I feel crappy. I never thought Id say those words about myself. But, there are just too many signs pointing to it.
I got the most random IM last night from someone whom I havent spoken to in years. Thats always interesting. Too bad I fell asleep mid convo.
Enjoy your weekend darlings.
xx
Monday, March 2, 2009
SOMETIMES....
Sometimes I sleep with eye makeup on... Gross.
Sometimes I just feel itchy all over. Its the strangest feeling...
Sometimes I set my alarm, it goes off and then I reset it to go off every 10 minutes for another 30 minutes..
Sometimes I cry a bit too much from TV shows, like tonights BACHELOR episode and last nights BROTHERS AND SISTERS..
Sometimes I feel like chopping all of my hair off until I realize how ugly id look, then I change my mind QUICKLY, the thought comes back every so often, nonetheless...
Sometimes after I eat sushi I get this gross feeling, I visualize little parasites festering in my intestines. GROSS, I continue to eat a disgusting amount of sushi...
Sometimes I want to give JIMMY KIMMEL an eye lift...
Sometimes I am convinced that I am the worlds best parker...
Sometimes I want to buy those instant lotto tickets when I go to the mini mart because I am convinced that I will win millions. Then I come to my senses and buy my gum and leave.
Sometimes I just feel itchy all over. Its the strangest feeling...
Sometimes I set my alarm, it goes off and then I reset it to go off every 10 minutes for another 30 minutes..
Sometimes I cry a bit too much from TV shows, like tonights BACHELOR episode and last nights BROTHERS AND SISTERS..
Sometimes I feel like chopping all of my hair off until I realize how ugly id look, then I change my mind QUICKLY, the thought comes back every so often, nonetheless...
Sometimes after I eat sushi I get this gross feeling, I visualize little parasites festering in my intestines. GROSS, I continue to eat a disgusting amount of sushi...
Sometimes I want to give JIMMY KIMMEL an eye lift...
Sometimes I am convinced that I am the worlds best parker...
Sometimes I want to buy those instant lotto tickets when I go to the mini mart because I am convinced that I will win millions. Then I come to my senses and buy my gum and leave.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
REUNITED...
The other night El, R, N, and J went for dinner. It was a celebratory night, because we all hadn't hung out in ages. J gave me shit about my blog, because he says that I dont post enough. N agreed. R doesnt really read my blog and neither does El. oh well, sometimes they do. I explained that if I dont have anything to really blog about I dont bother writing, because who cares about stupidity. J said that if he had a blog, which by the way he does, he would blog every ten minutes about everything going on in his life. Twitter style. So folks, I just might take his advice and post minute to minute updates. I wouldnt hold my breath or anything but its just a thought... El and J got into a political discussion that kind of needed to be broken up, thats always fun...
Anyway, while we were out I bumped into some old friends too. Its always nice to catch up with friends that I havent seen in a while. Jared and I talked about the perks of being single as opposed to be unhappily attached. It was nice to laugh with someone who has a similar sense of humor as me. Dry, obnoxious and borderline offensive. While we were outside grabbing cabs to go home, I randomly asked a guy outside what his favorite REM song was. He looked at me as if I had 4 heads and was speechless. I answered the question for him. SWEETNESS FOLLOWS, right? He was still perplexed. "Good choice" I retorted. Everyone started laughing. "What kind of question is that" El said. I just laughed and said "A perfectly relevant one."
Over lunch today, I ordered broccoli rabe as a side dish. "Youre like the ONLY person we know that would order that willingly as opposed to a side of spinach Rach" My sister in law and brother said. "I know, Im weird." But honestly, what else is new?? Ive always been weird. Some will disagree with that statement, like my younger sister Dee. Truth is, I have always been a bit different. Take it or leave it.
My friends are weird too. R took a picture of a boys legs because they were skinnier than hers and she needed to see them as inspiration everyday, to exercise more and get them to look like his. N looked on is disbelief, I laughed and totally supported her. It was hilarious. The next day, I got an email from her titled-- Cornish hen. See for yourselves. We all have our quirks. When we are together, theres no telling what will happen next.
Anyway, while we were out I bumped into some old friends too. Its always nice to catch up with friends that I havent seen in a while. Jared and I talked about the perks of being single as opposed to be unhappily attached. It was nice to laugh with someone who has a similar sense of humor as me. Dry, obnoxious and borderline offensive. While we were outside grabbing cabs to go home, I randomly asked a guy outside what his favorite REM song was. He looked at me as if I had 4 heads and was speechless. I answered the question for him. SWEETNESS FOLLOWS, right? He was still perplexed. "Good choice" I retorted. Everyone started laughing. "What kind of question is that" El said. I just laughed and said "A perfectly relevant one."
Over lunch today, I ordered broccoli rabe as a side dish. "Youre like the ONLY person we know that would order that willingly as opposed to a side of spinach Rach" My sister in law and brother said. "I know, Im weird." But honestly, what else is new?? Ive always been weird. Some will disagree with that statement, like my younger sister Dee. Truth is, I have always been a bit different. Take it or leave it.
My friends are weird too. R took a picture of a boys legs because they were skinnier than hers and she needed to see them as inspiration everyday, to exercise more and get them to look like his. N looked on is disbelief, I laughed and totally supported her. It was hilarious. The next day, I got an email from her titled-- Cornish hen. See for yourselves. We all have our quirks. When we are together, theres no telling what will happen next.
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