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[Mar. 16th, 2010|10:22 am] |
My brother is PROPOSING TO TO HIS GIRLFRIEND. But he wants to do it BEFORE OUR TRI TO CANCUN. I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO CANCUN WITH A RECENTLY-ENGAGED SUPER-IN-LOVE COUPLE.
I'm super excited for Cancun! I know all of my posts have been about Cancun, but...
Maybe Mike is rubbing off on me a little too much, but I think that this is pretty fantastic.
Heh. "Rubbing off on me". I'm so mature. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|10:56 pm] |
With my Cancun vacation rapidly approaching, I'm finding myself more and more tempted to go on some crazy crash diet. Being hungry now in order to burn calories, lose weight, and make some sort of strategic pre-attack against the amount I'll probably be eating once I get there. Although I am getting old, maybe it's time for me to stop worrying about weight and let myself go.
Also, might be getting lots of cats. Are there any crazy cat-lady journalists? I might decide the corner the market on that. Not sure what I'll do with the market once I corner it, maybe I'll talk to Micah's publicist... who clearly is brilliant, whoever he/she is. It takes unimaginable skill and talent to sell someone without any.
While I remain in this vanity vs. comfort purgatory, I'm going to crack open another can of Frito bean dip. Well... I guess it's easy to tell which way I'll probably go... |
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|10:28 pm] |
Swimsuit shopping in New York mid-winter isn't nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. This is assisted, obviously, by stores getting in new seasons of stuff 3-4 months before the actual season hits. However, all one really needs to do is go to one of those stores that sell swimwear exclusively.
Talking about shopping, however, has reminded me. We have a Valentine's Party coming up, don't we? I need to go shopping for that... anyone want to come? Jane, my shopping-buddy? I'm lookin' at you, girl!
Julian! You should make everyone play that game where we stand in a circle and get conversation hearts, and say the thing written on the heart to the person on our right... I'm just dying for an excuse to say "Hey, Hot Stuff" to Micah, and can't think of any other way to get away with it. :-(
This post was excessively shallow. On a more serious note: It's great that the Red Cross has found easy ways for you to donate money, via text message and stuff... yeah. My attempts to be profound make my shallowness all the more obvious. Oh well. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2010|09:09 pm] |
I'm going to Cancun this year.
I really don't have anything else to say. I got a cat, too. But I don't want to welcome 'crazy cat lady' comments. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2009|07:24 pm] |
Help, help, help, help me, Spent. My sister's family has only been here for a little over 24 hours, and I'm already thinking of reasons for them to leave my apartment. And I need to get laid. So. Feakin. Bad.
Well, my sister and her family got into town yesterday. It's a little overwhelming, I haven't been in a house that's been this full since my dad died a few Christamses ago. And even then it wasn't my house, which maybe is different? It's certainly different for me.
The only good thing is that we cleared one body out of the mix when my brother decided to stay with his girlfriend for the week they're all here. I'm kind of envious. I hinted at the idea, and my mother sort of freaked out on me. It's like I'm 17 again.
So, instead I am residing in my three-bedroom with my mother, my sister, her husband, and their four kids.
I'm in desperate need of touristy things to send them to do during the day. They spent all day today playing on the Wii we have, and I think Micah's concern that I'm becoming retarded will be completely legitimized I'll lose my mind if I have to listen to rabbits burping all day tomorrow, too. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|01:57 pm] |
When I got Julian's e-mail this morning, I put on my formal Holiday dress from last year, thinking I could wear it again, and it won't zip. It WON'T ZIP. Micah's right. I am a fatty. Fatty McFatterston.
When I got Julian's e-mail this morning, I realized I now need to go formal dress shopping. And get a new pair of shoes, because, well, what's the point of getting a shiny new dress without shiny new shoes?
Is cocktail-length appropriate, J? Or should I be looking for something full-length? I think I'll get a poofy one, so I can pretend I'm at my prom all over again. And a tiara. Tiaras are still cool, right? Maybe I can beg Theo to come shopping with me. I trust his eye.
Does anyone else already know what their 'Snazziest Formal Attire' will be?
Now. I need to go run 5 miles. Excuse me. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2009|02:15 pm] |
The dreary weather isn't getting me down. In fact, quite the opposite, it's making me feel rather nostalgic and excited for the Holidays. My brother is picking me up, and we're going to get a Christmas tree after work. I've been accumulating lights, ornaments, and various other things to hang on it for months. We found an angel to put on top of it - but it looked more like a Barbie in a shiney, fluffy white dress, and I didn't fancy wanting an angel atop my tree that looked like myself.
I'm hoping we get to setting it up tonight, while watching Muppet Christmas Carol. Because, really, it's not the Holidays unless you're marvelling at the unlikely relationship of a pig and a frog, is it?
It'll be the first time I've ever hosted Christmas, which is probably why I'm so much more excited than I usually am. This is the first time - yeah, the FIRST TIME - in my adult life that I've had a Christmas tree set up in my own residence. Now, can I get another big, strong man to help me hang everything?
Shopping for my list has proven a bit of a challenge, though... I got my nieces and nephews done on Friday, and they're really the most important ones to please. I love how children look when they open presents they really love.
Okay. That's enough cheese for one day. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|09:35 pm] |
I was feeling a little bit down, Spent. Why? Because I was a bit concerned that my single status-update on Facebook regarding my current relationship was disgustingly excessive.
Then, completely by chance, I found this. I've been on it for an hour, and I can't get enough of these married people and their obnoxious status updates. My favorite one so far is the girl that puts "~*Gonna*Be*His*Wifey*~" at the end of every single one of her updates for over a month.
Thank you, STFU, Marrieds blog, for making me realize I have not even come close to the cusp of Facebook obnoxiousness. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2009|08:16 pm] |
"Has your idea of the perfect romantic partner changed with age? Do you think we can teach ourselves to desire partners who are better for us or are we constrained by the laws of attraction?"
I think my idea of a 'perfect' romantic partner has definately changed with age. The main thing being that, well, I realized that the 'perfect' romantic partner doesn't exsist. Every man who I ever thought was perfect ended up failing on a really, really horribly epic scale on that front. I think one of the most important things we teach ourselves about romantic partners is that nothing is completely perfect. Everyone is going to have differences and flaws and little things they do that annoy you, and (forgive me for sounding like a cheesy after school special) love sort of becomes about both tolerating and enjoying the flaws in people. Because sooner or later, if you're patient enough, the flaw or annoyance might turn into something beautiful in a way you don't anticipate.
However, let's not discount the laws of attraction. For whatever reason, a lot of us are attracted to certain people regardless of how "good" or "bad" they are for us, just like some of us find a certain body type or hair color more appealing than another. Who knows where these ideas come from? I'd look for a Freud qoute, but I've already had one discussion about Freud tonight, and I'm not up for another. Analyzing a dream Freudian-style, a car in said dream turned into my vagina. Nuff said.
The marvelous thing about our 'types', and usual initial attraction to people, is that it's usually based simply on appearance, which is only skin deep. This leaves us open to having absolutely amazing relationships with people who have personalities we wouldn't end up with had it not been for the initial, purely physical attraction to them.
So in conclusion? Yes, my ideas of a romantic partner have changed, but we're still bound in some ways to the laws of attraction. And that, my dear Spentians, is a great thing. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|04:05 am] |
Three orgasms, two Ambien, and one joint later, I'm still awake. I'm just going to shower and get ready for work soon.
My favorite movie is "Gone With the Wind". I know, super-cheesy, right? Though maybe not entirerly unexpected. I'm partially convinced that if I had been born in the 1800's, I would of been quite a lot like Scarlett O'Hara. Yeah... complete with stealing my sister's lovers and resolute independence against the men who actually are willing to deal with my shit. Which makes me VERY glad I was not born in the 1800's, since I quite like not stealing my sister's lovers.
This all has a point, and now we come to it. My all-time favorite, romantic line, Spent.
( You need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how. )
I also got another phone. Yes, it's an iPhone, Spent. A white one. It's 'shiny', as some might call it. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|07:40 pm] |
Bad things happen in threes, right? Isn't that what everyone says? I had two bad things happen earlier in the week, and now, today, the third has happened to complete this alarming trio of things. I suppose the good thing is the first thing that happened was AWFUL, the second thing was just uncomfortable, and this one is just annoying.
My phone has officially crapped out on me. I've had this thing for years. It has survived being dropped in the ocean - the OCEAN. It has survived falling off the railing of a two-story balcony onto CEMENT, in addition to the countless numbers of times I've dropped it simply on the floor. The battery cover is held onto the phone with DUCT TAPE and I recently bought a cover for it to disguise how beat-up it is.
So how does this survivor of phones decide to go out? I was convinced it would take an elephant crushing it in a freak circus accident or a Cloverfield-magnitude monster invading New York and stealing it from me before it would beep it's last.
But it was not that epic. I plugged it in to charge, and the screen simply went dark, and never came back on. I've tried re-starting it, I've tried peeling the sticky, gross duct tape off the back and re-inserting the battery. I've tinkered with the data-chip-thingy, then in desperation brought it to my brother. He didn't get the screen back on, but it did go off to tell me I had a text message while he was messing with it.
I guess this means tomorrow will be filled with phone shopping. Yeah, I might follow the fad and get an iPhone, but I'm worried nothing will be able to live up to my bullet-proof Blackberry. I may have some kind of funeral.
Appropriate use of "upsetting phone call" icon. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|10:00 pm] |
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I started taking dance classes on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, and I am so sore. I was a cheerleader in High School, so I did some gymnastics, and I've run almost every day since I was 14. So here I am, in all my ignorance, thinking I'm in great shape. I have flexibility and muscle tone.
But oh no. I was wrong.
Not only are my legs throbbing like I've run a marathon, and my triceps and incredibly sore from holding my arms in certain positions in the Ballet class, but my muscles ache in places I didn't even have muscles. Like my hip joints - who knew hip rotation was so anguishing? This is a beginning class, too. I'm such a novice, and here I thought I'd be higher on the learning curve. I also have bruises from the pole dancing class, but no one needs to know that I'm taking pole dancing.
I only wrote this post to whine about my soreness. It'd be great if other people in the office failed epicly when they try things like dance. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
Well, I'm spending the second Saturday night in a row staying in. Maybe I'm starting to get too old for partying every weekend, but I really think I got partied-out in Vegas. I'm only staying in tonight to take care of Owen, but that's really a different story alltogether, isn't it?
But I'm finding myself rather bored this particular night, I actually read a book earlier. It was "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood, which I found on my brother's bookshelf. I'm not sure why such a female-oriented book was on my brother's bookshelf, but that's neither here nor there. Now I'm watching "Say Yes to the Dress", they're having a marathon on TLC, I'm sure Grace would be proud since I recall her quite enjoying the insane bridezillas. Note to self: Don't become bridezilla. I've decided if I ever try on wedding dresses ever again, I'm going to ask Theo to come with me and get his opinion, since he's the most fashion-oriented person I know. You know, if the commute from New Jersey is enough to endure for little old me. :-(
Really, I'm bored, so this update was an attempt to fill the void. Does anyone have any book suggestions? I'm thinking about picking up this reading thing again. It makes me look intelligent on subways and in waiting rooms. One of Owen's dogs is snoring. SNORING. I don't want to kick it to make it stop, because it's twice my size. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|01:33 am] |
This kind of makes me feel like a horrible person for laughing as hard as I am at it.
But it's a marvelous distraction from thinking too much about my life. Yay life! |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
I can't get Vegas off my mind! I usually go there about every two months - my sister lives out there with her husband and three devil-spawn. Her husband does something big and important for one of the big hotel groups out there... marketing or whatnot. He's a bit of a workaholic, and my sister has this "No talking about work at home!" rule, so I really don't know.
Anyway.
I was shopping the other day and heard a song while in one of my favorite stores, it was Katy Perry's "Waking Up In Vegas". I'd heard it before but never really listened to it, but when I finally did listen to it I enjoyed it. It sounds like half my Vegas exploits... and now I'm going to overplay it for myself, because I've been listening to it non-stop. Sigh. Oh well.
... yeah, this whole post was pretty much about Las Vegas. I need a new place to vacation in....
Nate-watey, wanna go next weekend? |
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[Sep. 10th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
I'm so bored and exhausted with all of you. I think we should install some kind of illegal substance machine in the bathrooms to keep our workdays interesting. I think Oliver would support this idea.
Who should I be talking to about that? It sounds like it's right up Lena's alley. Because she's Mexican, she probably has a dealer. Hmm... that joke might not be taken as a joke, better just not make it. Awfully politically IN-correct...
In other news, my brother has officially accumulated every single gaming system I have ever heard of in our shared living room. For awhile we were going to turn our den/extra bedroom into his gaming room, but since I've come to quite enjoy sitting on my ass for a couple hours every evening with a controller in my hand, it made far more sense to keep it in the living room. Plus, this way Nate really can move into my guest bedroom. We'll share a bathroom, and stay up all night and gab about boys while eating soy ice-cream. It'll be like when we re-lived high school in college.
This post was such a snooze-fest, I think I put myself to sleep, and I feel the need to add something absurd to it...
Oh. Planning on getting drunk this weekend, and possibly picking up a crack habit. Would anyone like to join me? |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2009|11:21 pm] |
( Private. )
My weekend was one for the record books. The most I'm going to say here is that I don't remember Saturday night from around midnight, till I woke up at seven this evening. Yeah. Epic would be an understatement. The only reason I know I texted Nate is because there's texts in my inbox.
I'm throwing a Housewarming party next weekend. Oh shit. There are some of you I may not want there... Oh well. I don't think enough people here like me to care. I'm finally moving into a two-bedroom with my brother, instead of him crashing awkwardly on my couch. He's too tall to be sleeping on a couch, really. It's in the Financial District, on Broadway, hopefully I'll be able to stay there for more than 9 months, I seem to be moving around about that frequently these days.
It makes me wish we had a staff shrink that could analyze it.
Anyway, I feel the need to put something obnoxious here... either a post or a link... Oh, I know.
I find this is way funnier than I should. No offense to my Master Obi-Mike Kenobi, though. He's WAY classier than 99.99% of the guitar-weilding guys out there. |
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[Aug. 21st, 2009|03:45 pm] |
I bought new pajamas for the party tonight. At Wal-Mart. They're so wonderfully cliche and unflattering... but I still might wear my Victoria's Secret tank-and-boxer combination. Oh, descisions, decisions.... I'm spelling that word wrong. But I'm not sure if I want to wear them or not.
Does anyone else know what they're wearing tonight? I require further guidelines, and I'm too lazy too e-mail Lena. |
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