January 2011
December 2010
Two things that happened today:
- I drove half an hour to my favorite coffee shop to find out it CLOSED.
- Oliver took a shit on my roommate’s bed.
So I came back here for NYE
because one of my friends told me she was definitely coming back and that we would go out. I texted her this morning to find out the plan for tonight. Turns out she decided to stay in NYC until Sunday. Ugh.
I secretly kind of want to drop out, take out a small business loan, open a boutique, and write in my free time.
Unfortunately I already have $25k in student loans to worry about, and no one has any money to spend in boutiques these days.
New Year's Resolutions
- Go out more. This is business school. I am not having enough fun.
- Learn Japanese. To the point that I can somewhat speak it on my trip to Japan in March.
- Complete The Artist’s Way. Starting this tomorrow.
- Floss every day. Time to un-fuck-up my gums!
- Write a book. Just one. Doesn’t have to be good!
- Clean room every Sunday.
- Stop procrastinating.
- Read 50 books. I saved the book I have to read for school for today so I could count it toward this.
Possibly to be continued?
Today is the last day of the worst year of my life (thus far).
Top Favorite Reads of 2010
In no particular order
- Little Bee by Chris Cleave
- Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCallun
- Brooklyn by Colin Toibin
- The Help by Kathryn Stockett
- Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay
- The Hunger Game Series (all three) by Suzanne Collins
- One Day by David Nicholls
- The Uglies Series (all 4) by Scott Westfeld
Not all of these books were published in 2010, but they were read by me in 2010 and were my favorite books.
Reblogging so I know what to read this year.
Have just learned that Black Swan is playing nowhere near here.
Really? This is a friggin’ college town. Someone in NYC want to send me a $5 subway-station bootleg? (Half kidding.)
I was going to do homework and generally GSD today
but I kind of feel like getting back in bed with this gigantic iced coffee and watching bad movies on Netflix Instant all day.
Watching When in Rome on Netflix Instant.
Why is Will Arnett playing an Italian dude?
Just got home.
Oliver will not stop climbing on me, purring, and drooling.
Oh, and while they were whitening my teeth,
I got a paraffin treatment on my hands and watched Just Friends. “He’s Jersey; he skis in his jeans!”
I got my teeth whitened today.
I am happy to report that I do not look like Ross in that episode of Friends. (I turned out the bathroom light to make sure.)
My flight leaves at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow.
While I am more than ready to blow this fascist (and frigid — there is seriously something wrong with my parents that they keep the house this cold) popsicle stand, I really don’t want to go back, either. Going back means dealing with decisions I don’t want to make, people I don’t want to see, and lives I don’t want to lead. I am feeling claustrophobic just thinking about it.
It’s funny that I was so excited about the clean air up there, when New York is the only place I’ve ever been able to breathe.
Day 03 - Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Some people can handle them; others can’t. I fall somewhere in between.
“We’ve become a nation of wusses. The Chinese are kicking our butt in everything. If this was in China do you think the Chinese would have called off the game? People would have been marching down to the stadium, they would have walked and they would have been doing calculus on the way down.”
—
Ed Rendell, governor of Pennsylvania, on the NFL’s rescheduling of the Eagles game. (via endasher)
I heard this live and I can tell you reading it doesn’t do justice to how stupid he sounded. And can we stop comparing ourselves negatively to people living under a fascist regime? They hate us for our cheesesteaks!
(via skybarn)
We had it on during dinner. WTF WTF WTF.
I want an adult beverage.
I just drank the last glass out of a bottle of wine, and I don’t feel like being (hypocritically) judged by my father and mother (they of the interminable appetite for Bud Heavy and bottle of Grand Marnier hidden under the computer desk, respectively) for opening another bottle. I also don’t want to sneak a bottle out of the kitchen because I am 28 years old and should not have to apologize for having a second glass of wine!
Day 02 - Where you'd like to be in 10 years
I want to own an apartment or townhouse in either the West Village or Brooklyn. I want to be happily married with two-ish kids. I want to have written a book. I want a career that allows me to see daylight. I want to be a good cook. I want to do the Times crossword every Sunday. I want full bookshelves everywhere. I want a lot of bottles of wine and a gorgeous kitchen. I want to be a good person. I want to have interesting friends. I want to go to museums and have an opera subscription. I want herbal tea and closet space.
I am strangely jealous of all the people experiencing the NYC snowpocalypse.
Day 02 - Where you'd like to be in 10 years
I want to own an apartment or townhouse in either the West Village or Brooklyn. I want to be happily married with two-ish kids. I want to have written a book. I want a career that allows me to see daylight. I want to be a good cook. I want to do the Times crossword every Sunday. I want full bookshelves everywhere. I want a lot of bottles of wine and a gorgeous kitchen. I want to be a good person. I want to have interesting friends. I want to go to museums and have an opera subscription. I want herbal tea and closet space.
Day 01 - Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is.
My relationship status falls somewhere between single and not-single. I’ve been dating E for a couple of months, mostly on the DL, for several reasons. It is really weird to be conducting a relationship in secret. I don’t feel like I have any real sense of what we are like as a couple. He is a very private person; I am not. We are exclusive, I guess, but we haven’t DTRed. I am not ready to use the word “boyfriend.” I’m not sure if or when I will be.
The circumstances under which things began lent our relationship an undue seriousness in the beginning. This has sort of been stripped away and now I am trying to figure out what’s underneath.
A Week With Cynthia Rowley - What I Wore →
nytimes.com
I really like her life.
My brother invented a drinking game last night.
It’s called “Sweet.” We had four players; everyone is on the same team. Deal out an entire deck of cards. Everyone flips the top card in their hand at the same time. If they total 32 or higher (aces are the high card, worth 14), everyone takes a sip of their drinks. Below 32, the cards win. If you get 32 or higher three times in a row, you take a swig of Captain Morgan’s (we were sitting at my parents’ basement bar and that’s what was there). That’s the entire game. My head feels like you’d expect.
I got my hair cut yesterday.
It looks really good.
IT COST $28.50. $28.50.
My brother is now the social media person for his best friend's coffee company.
This is really funny if you know my brother; however, I am presently eavesdropping on his “business” call to discuss strategy, and he actually has some really good ideas.
Plans for the day:
Make and eat breakfastRead brother’s grad school essaysWatch TV movie on Lifetime on Demand- Take shower
- Do something about hair
- Straighten up room so housekeepers can clean it
- Meet friend for lunch at Irish pub
- Go to Target to get stuff to bake for parents’ neighbors
- Bake stuff for parents’ neighbors
- Locate camera so can take more pictures of cat
- Find picture of haircut to take to salon tomorrow
- Go out to dinner with family
- Read Sophie Kinsella book on Kindle
I wish I knew how to make that picture smaller!
Like, I obviously know how to resize photos but it seems to have no effect on how it shows up on my dash/site.
Seriously, anyone who purports to know what is appropriate or normal behavior for someone who has just undergone a rape
(or even believes that such a thing as “normal” behavior exists, beyond the fact that pretty much any response to trauma is a normal response) clearly has insufficient experience working with survivors to comment on this stuff.
“Well, I guess you—neither you nor I were there. And it seems to me that when you say, “OK, you better not have HIV,” he said, “Of course not.” Quote, “She couldn’t be bothered to tell him one more time because she had been going on about the condom all night.” To me, that—I mean, if I was making love with a woman, if I was—you know, if I was a lesbian making love with a woman and we had that conversation, I would keep making love with her, because we had had a discussion about it and reached a conclusion. All I’m saying is I think that this—again, never in 23 years of supporting rape victims—rape victims, people who had no ambiguity, who didn’t throw parties for their rapist four days later, who didn’t continue to host—I mean, women who have been raped, in my experience, don’t want to be around their rapist. They don’t host them in their home. They can barely go home if there’s been an assault in their home.”
—
Naomi Wolf (via azspot)
Well, as someone who has spent the past eight years counseling rape survivors, I can say that survivors behave in all manner of ways, including, in many situations, not immediately identifying what has happened as rape or internalizing blame for the rape to a point that they still spend time around the perpetrator after the assault has occurred.
thepoliticalpartygirl said: YESSSSSSSS!
Obviously thought of you when I posted that!
Holiday in Handcuffs is on ABCFamily.com.
Watching on my mom’s desktop with a glass of wine while putting together my winter term work schedule on my laptop.
I am bored.
Here is some stuff I should be doing:
- prepping for interviews (ha)
- cleaning out the basement for my mom
- writing junk
- learning Japanese
- sending some networking emails
- finishing my homework schedule for next term
What I feel like doing:
- going to Forever 21 and buying more jewelry
- picking up some fluffy books from B&N
- sitting around with the cat (unfortch he’s at the vet)
- going to Target for the second day in a row
- baking
- something involving glitter
TMI: Mental Health Edition
I have been on an antidepressant for about a week. This is the first time I have ever taken one, but my mom finally talked me into it, about six years after she first made the suggestion.
I don’t know how to explain the effect it has had on me other than to say that I feel like my true self was buried under a pile of rubble until Lexapro grabbed a shovel and unearthed it. Alternatively, it is like I was abducted by aliens who took over my body for a lengthy period of time and then finally let me have it back. I didn’t even realize how long it had been since I felt like myself until I started feeling like myself again.
I think when I get back to NH I am going to clean out my closet/dresser.
I still haven’t put my summer clothes in storage, which is ridiculous. Also, I have a feeling that I have a bunch of stuff to donate, as I pretty much wear a variation on the following outfit every day:
- white cotton or colored silk top
- black jacket
- jeans
- knee-high boots
- statement necklace
It’s kind of hard to find stuff in my closet as a bought a rolling rack to give myself more hanging space, which means I have to reach over or through the stuff on the rack to get to stuff hanging on the bar attached to the closet walls, so I’m toying with the idea of filling the rolling rack with my party clothes and wheeling it out into my room as part of the decor — but my room is not enormous to begin with and the bed already takes up so much floor space.
