I really like my snuggie. It sounds terrible but I'm obsessed with it. With having it, with wearing it, with telling people about it. I don't really use it too much but it's still wonderful.
I watch too much reality tv. I try to stop. I should read more. I get sucked in easily. My newest obsession is the Tool Academy.
My toes are always cold. I used to be able to write with my toes but now I can just pinch you til it hurts. A lot.
I love traveling. I love going new places. I hate driving. Hate hate hate hate driving. Bill unfortunately discovered this while we were driving cross country in the Grand Canyon.
I love going out to breakfast. I love when people bring me coffee. I wish people could read my mind and just bring me coffee without me having to mention it. In fact.. maybe I don't really like breakfast all so much... just the coffee. Nah, I like breakfast too. Just not cooking it.
I'm not competitive but I love winning.
If I got paid to text, I'd never need a real job again.
I hate running but I think I'm becoming addicted. Treadmill hypnosis is killer.
I really really like my family gatherings. I am related to some hilarious people. Too bad it didn't rub off.
I want to move out of New Hampshire. I don't care where I go. Just not NH. Or Maine. I don't really have any desire to move to Maine either.
I'm 23 and I still sleep with a stuffed purple hippo.
I just color coded my clothes.
I really enjoy organizing things. It's kinda weird. I used to organize my parents movies for fun when I was growing up. I might have a problem.
I have a bruise on my toe nail. I think I might have been stepped on by someone's high heel while intoxicated. It's very painful. Not as bad as when I crushed my finger in between two chairs. I might be a bit clutzy.
I wish I could wear flip flops all year long.
I hate being late but I'm rarely on time.
My computer is yellow.
I think art is incredibly important for students... and everyone. I think art history is amazing.
I wish my some best friends weren't so far away.
I think Audrey Hepburn was amazing.
I wish I had more time to volunteer. I would help schools, old people, health care, poor people, homeless, I'd be the super woman of volunteering. Instead I work a zillion hours and get paid less than a circus elephant.
I have two jobs. One I do what I love, the other I love who I work with.
If I won the lottery, I'd probably have to give the money away. I don't want much but it would be nice to have it. I'd donate it.
I think I was born in the wrong time period.
When I was little, I got mad at the people who were trying to cut down trees around my house so I ripped off all their markers (and recycled them!) and then wrote them a note about how their children weren't going to be able to breathe if they cut down all our trees.
I think that if I set my mind to not getting sick, it won't happen.
I hate grocery shopping, doing laundry and taking out the trash. I love folding towels, sweeping and doing dishes (although my apt is usually overwhelming packed with them).
I love shoes.
I wish I read more.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Monday, Monday..
Ugh. Yet another day.
Why is it that Mondays are so ridiculously stressful? Maybe it's not that they are so stressful but that I don't give myself enough time on the weekend. How on earth are you supposed to be able to work 40+ hours and pack everything that you need to do outside of work in a measly 48 hours. Weekends I need to de-stress, clean, some how get myself away from the monotony of every day life.
I think I booked every hour this weekend.
Start Friday night 6:30 pm. Out of work just in time to run over to the gallery, get changed for dinner with Jim. ( Don't get your hopes up.. Jim is my 63 year old friend who lives above the gallery and loves hearing about my crazy adventures and giving me advice which is usually much needed.) So that was great, not much to report unfortunately. BUT I have a month to change that up... before I see him again at least.
From there, I met up with Bryan and we went out to TJ's. Kicked some ass in this bag throwing game. (Winners!) We made top 36!
We ran back to P. Brew to meet up with Swood and the gang... then right back out to F.Belly's which is always fun. I met some random UK dude who decided he was going to leave and go to the Red Door with us. UGh. Weird. Umm.. Red door meant what it always means.. too many espresso martinis. God they're delicious. So from there (UKdude still in tow..) we headed to Joe's for some pizza. UK wanted me to go to his hotel room at the Sheraton? Are you kidding me? NO. So instead I left and went to other Bryan's. Goodness there are too many men in my life and next to none of them are worth anything. lol. Terrible but true.
I came home the next morning to find out that we had NO HEAT. The day I'm paying rent, we have no heat. How wonderful. So I decided to curl up in bed and catch up on some sleep. Really couldn't do anything else.Couldn't shower, couldn't do laundry, couldn't really move cause it was about 40 degrees inside.
Mom came over and we went shopping, then had to go straight to Kendra's jewelry party cause we were running late... per usual. That was.. awkward. But you know how those things go.
Back home, back to the freezing cold. ALthough by this time the heat was supposedly working. Just in time to get ready for Hansfest. Who would have thought I'd be partying with people who went to high school with my brother? Are you kidding me? Def the oldest person at that one. (Which was apparently a lie since one person reassured me that some guy there was 28. Yay! I fit in with the sketchy really old guy!)
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Time to sleep in Sunday style? NO. Work work work 11 til forever. Leave straight to birthday party central an hour away at the rentals. Which means I was late leaving there and meeting up with Bill for the superbowl party at Brian, Jake, Tyler and Nash's. Thankfully the giants weren't playing so he didn't mind so much. And then I made out with Tyler. What is wrong with me? OOoo well.
Ugh.
SO needless to say, this day didn't start so so well. And then work is crap. I can't even get into that. And I get home.. mom wants the world from me. Or at least it feels that way some times.
I need a vacation..
So instead... I'm going for a run.
Why is it that Mondays are so ridiculously stressful? Maybe it's not that they are so stressful but that I don't give myself enough time on the weekend. How on earth are you supposed to be able to work 40+ hours and pack everything that you need to do outside of work in a measly 48 hours. Weekends I need to de-stress, clean, some how get myself away from the monotony of every day life.
I think I booked every hour this weekend.
Start Friday night 6:30 pm. Out of work just in time to run over to the gallery, get changed for dinner with Jim. ( Don't get your hopes up.. Jim is my 63 year old friend who lives above the gallery and loves hearing about my crazy adventures and giving me advice which is usually much needed.) So that was great, not much to report unfortunately. BUT I have a month to change that up... before I see him again at least.
From there, I met up with Bryan and we went out to TJ's. Kicked some ass in this bag throwing game. (Winners!) We made top 36!
We ran back to P. Brew to meet up with Swood and the gang... then right back out to F.Belly's which is always fun. I met some random UK dude who decided he was going to leave and go to the Red Door with us. UGh. Weird. Umm.. Red door meant what it always means.. too many espresso martinis. God they're delicious. So from there (UKdude still in tow..) we headed to Joe's for some pizza. UK wanted me to go to his hotel room at the Sheraton? Are you kidding me? NO. So instead I left and went to other Bryan's. Goodness there are too many men in my life and next to none of them are worth anything. lol. Terrible but true.
I came home the next morning to find out that we had NO HEAT. The day I'm paying rent, we have no heat. How wonderful. So I decided to curl up in bed and catch up on some sleep. Really couldn't do anything else.Couldn't shower, couldn't do laundry, couldn't really move cause it was about 40 degrees inside.
Mom came over and we went shopping, then had to go straight to Kendra's jewelry party cause we were running late... per usual. That was.. awkward. But you know how those things go.
Back home, back to the freezing cold. ALthough by this time the heat was supposedly working. Just in time to get ready for Hansfest. Who would have thought I'd be partying with people who went to high school with my brother? Are you kidding me? Def the oldest person at that one. (Which was apparently a lie since one person reassured me that some guy there was 28. Yay! I fit in with the sketchy really old guy!)
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Time to sleep in Sunday style? NO. Work work work 11 til forever. Leave straight to birthday party central an hour away at the rentals. Which means I was late leaving there and meeting up with Bill for the superbowl party at Brian, Jake, Tyler and Nash's. Thankfully the giants weren't playing so he didn't mind so much. And then I made out with Tyler. What is wrong with me? OOoo well.
Ugh.
SO needless to say, this day didn't start so so well. And then work is crap. I can't even get into that. And I get home.. mom wants the world from me. Or at least it feels that way some times.
I need a vacation..
So instead... I'm going for a run.
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