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Monday, November 23, 2009

Never is a Promise

I am never, ever, ever drinking 151 again. I'm serious. It's 2 in the afternoon & my head still might explode & I am just absolutely, deliriously tired. Despite really needing to get into the studio & dance, I'd much prefer to just go home & watch the Golden Girls & take a bath. Maybe if I could somehow sneak in a nap I'd be more motivated.

Do you think anyone would notice if I just shut my door & curled up for a bit?

Or maybe I'll go for a run when I get home.

Or probably I'll snuggle up in my bed & go to sleep.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

From the Shape of Your Shaved Head I Recognized Your Silhouette as You Walked out of the Sun and Sat Down

Last night included a nice, long conversation with one of the most precious people in my life. One Miss J Boo. We met at age 6 & have kept up an amazing, hip-to-hip, nurturing relationship despite living far away from each other for 12 years. You know, the stuff that those awesome (shut up, they're awesome) girl books talk about. We can & do tell each other anything and everything without fear of judgement or loss of love. So safe & nourishing yet so challenging of each other & who we know each other are & can do.

You can't pull the wool over your best friend's eyes.

So last night's conversation, ended up so charging that despite work drama today (uh oh.....seriously......uh oh financial stuff), you skip home. Literally (don't judge, skipping is fun).

Interesting to reflect on that I willingly hold on & stay in & cherish these long distance friendships, lovingly & with full-force, (J Boo, Doba, Schmale, Meow, Farthead, Phish-head, le Chef) yet when if asked for a long distance (even as close as NYC) romantic relationship I've declined & said it wasn't an option.

As one of the professors I'm working with now says "So?".


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Number Two

Other Bathroom Numbers

Test #2 tonight in Public Health Policy. ANTM finale tomorrow night with Lady T, ice cream & cheese. The floors in my apartment are in desperate need of sweeping & mopping. Must do. No more procrastinating. Maybe tomorrow or Thursday?

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Ridiculous Complaints

This daylight savings deal is killing me. Gone are the summer nights of unlimited energy. Honestly, right now I could curl up under my desk & take a nap. Or even put my chin in my hands & drift off into a 2 minute slumber. Which is annoying because Tuesday's Exam #2 & goal is to work & get in a little studying between tasks.

No luck! Studying would definitely knock me out right now.

And lately I've just felt so lazy. Cleaning? Completely unmotivated & the floors are still in desperate need of sweeping & mopping. Folding laundry? Replaced by picking underpants out of a clean clothes basket in my room.

Maybe I have mono.

And I've even tried to thwart this by packing running stuff for today. But guess what....I left my glasses at home so it feels like someone is hammering my eyes into my head. Running with a headache is the worst.


So instead I'll just feel like a fatty (last night was super-indulgent dinner of lobster bisque & hash browns at Oceanaire.....GO THERE IT IS DELICIOUS) & actually put my clothes away, sweep the floors & do some mopping before meeting up with a friend. Or maybe just take a nap.

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Friday, November 06, 2009

Uh Oh: Part II

The world is full of idiots.

Yeah yeah yeah. Did you get laid yet?

What is it with you & sex?

What is it with you & being pathetic? Answer me, monkey.


Maybe you should look into losing weight again. Skinny girls get laid all the time.

Hey, I get hit on sometimes.

The 22-year-old from Halloween doesn't count because he's a child & was drunk & the dude at the Campus Convenience just wants you to buy more food from him.

At least neither of them are homeless.

Clearly moving up in life.

What I should be doing tonight:

What I will most likely be doing tonight:
Pull a half-assed cleaning job---->Gossip Girl on DVD---->fall asleep at 10

I've had something to do every night this week & I'm tired. This is not ample justification considering I skipped out on a workout last night to go to the BSP. No, Harry/Larry/Frank was not there. (disappointment) But a whole bunch of douchebags showed up. (further disappointment) Okay, I just saw a picture of Leighton Meester, which is enough motivation to at least work out tonight.