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Nov. 27th, 2009 @ 11:54 am
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oh yeah and there's this song i'm trying to find... it's pretty popular. the girl sounds like she could have an accent and she goes 'they call me sexy. they call me her. that's not my name. that's not my name' 'amariah... maybe jolisa...' i can't understand a lot of what she sings but i like the song a lot and it's driving me crazy. anybody know what it is? |
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Nov. 27th, 2009 @ 11:51 am
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the computer just ate my entry.
thanksgiving was good. we have no food in our house, my mom actually made pancakes. i'm still hungry, i might go get some chinese food.
let's talk about how i haven't used my debit card in a week and my bank account is still going down. i did pay off a credit card bill, but this is a little silly. i'm owed 40 bucks by cherubini and i'm going to get a check from the loft tonight and one from olde town next week... that'll be less than 300 bucks though.
finished my book... 'the tenth circle' by jodi piccult. it's pretty sad, and i didn't like the ending. it needs to be relatively happy, at least.Current Music: bolt on tv |
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Nov. 24th, 2009 @ 02:09 am
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( ganked salsa )
should not be awake right now... |
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Nov. 24th, 2009 @ 12:56 am
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i just saw 2012 with my dad. it was fucking depressing. there are enough depressing things in my national geographic. (still my favorite magazine though)
hillarious story. i am now my dad's gym buddy, we go to retro fitness together.
... that's not even the hillarious part XD
so when you sign up for the gym you get a free session with a personal trainer. so i show up for my session and talk to this black guy with dreds named jerome for like 45 minutes, he was pretty awesome. he was asking for a relatively detailed medical history so i told him about my multitude of bone issues. dying teeth, part of leg not calcified... he got very concerned about my knee surgery (right leg would've been 2 inches longer than the left so they scooped out the growth plate in the one leg, scar tissue has made the inside of my right knee numb) and asked if i was cleared to work out. i then told him about my spine ebifuta aculta, which means my spine is smooth, my vertibrae don't have those bumps on them.
so this woman comes over who is apparently going to be my trainer. i think her name was jana. she looked a little pudgy to be a trainer but whatever. so jerome is telling her about all my bone stuff and he tells her about the spine stuff and she goes '... well you still have a spine, right?'
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are you serious? did you really ask me that question?
and then we were doing an exercise where we were curling our backs and she goes 'you should move one vertibrae at a time... oops sorry, i forgot!' as if i didn't have vertibrae. mo. ron.
not much else going on since nyc last week. mom and dad and i went to the palm for dinner wednesday, my one free night in months. i may have 2 new students (privately contracted! easiest 50 bucks evar!) and black friday is coming up. oh and mom and i are going back to nyc a week from today to go shopping. i'll probably either get mom to get me an xmas present, buy myself ONE xmas present, or just not get anything at all. i've been really good at not spending money lately, it's exciting. well i'm still buying books and christmas presents and the occasional sushi meal, but that's it XDCurrent Music: that 70s show |
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i wore a pair of pants today that i always had a muffin top with and there was no muffin top today. so much for feeling fat :P
my new voice student had her audition at my old hs today and she said she did a really good job because i gave her confidence.
tomorrow i think i'm signing up for the gym. or seeing 2012 with my dad. i'm looking up speed dating in philly. most of the events are on thursday or friday and i need something on a saturday... |
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good weekend.
i left saturday morning to visit my good friend krystal in long island. my stupid gps was set to take me around toll roads so i ended up driving through princeton before i figured it out. princeton is so beautiful, i kinda want to go to grad school there or something just to be around there.
we went to a great pizza place called pizaiola and it was like i stepped into a family reunion. except it was better than a family reunion because all the guys working there were hot. we then went to a ginormous mall (roosevelt mall?) and a girl had a shit fit in sephora because this bouncer guy caught her shoplifting. she was cursing and hollering that she'd sue the store.
we then went to the loft to see if i could exchange my leather jacket and if not, i was going to return it. the girl looked it up in our computer system and it isn't anywhere so i guess i have to return it. so i went to do that and this woman was like 'you need to return it to your own store.' bullshit. you can return anything to any loft store. so i said 'i'm an associate, i know for a fact you can return anything to any store' and she then turned into psycho bitch and told me that i had to return it in new jersey. i stewed on it a bit and she acted exactly the opposite of what the brand tells us to do. and what um.. being human tells us to do. i think if my manager heard me speak to a client like that she'd fire me on the spot. i lodged a complaint on the loft website and i'm calling the store directly tomorrow.
then we went into the city. eee! i was so excited, like a dork. new york city is so iconic, there aer so many things in art and media and culture tied to that city. we ate at an aesome chinese restaurant called the cottage at 74th and amsterdam. then we took a cab to a bar called calico... something... because krystal's friend won a free happy hour. that bar was soo noisy but i made friends with the girl selling the little tube shot thingies. i had like 3 redheaded sluts. ironic. XD
then we went over to like 14th and avenue B to a bar called the musical box. this one was a lot better because it was quieter. plus... get this.
you are going to be so proud of me.
i saw this super tall (like 6 foot 7) hotttt guy talking to a bunch of other guys and i heard them talking about sports. he mentioned the ravens. i didn't jump in the conversation then but i sat down on a bar stool next to krystal and he happened to be next to me. i said 'were you talking about the ravens before?' and he said yeah. I started a conversation... with a HOT GUY.... about SPORTS... o_O and then we talked for like 10 minutes and he said he wanted another drink so he'd catch up with me later or whatever. and then i acted like i didn't give a shit that he didn't come back to talk to me, which i was proud of.
so then krystal and her sort of boyfriend were having a bit of a spat outside the bar when we went to leave at like 1 30 in the morning. i'm like wandering around avenue b trying not to get raped and krystal's friend of a friend kristen came out. she said her boyfriend accused her of being an atheist because she wasn't christian. so we got in a big conversation about that and then this guy stuck his head out of a van and was like 'hey girl!' and kristen yelled back to him. i was like 'i'm so jealous i never get hit on' and she was like 'what? you get jealous i got hit on by a terrorist? he looked like a terrorist!' which was mean, but kinda true. and then krystal came over and i mentioned how i wanted to get hot tall guy's number (his name was gary though. not a good name, generally) and they were like 'omg, do it! just pretend like you don't give a fuck and be proud you asked!' because i haven't asked for a guy's number as an adult. i think i only did it once in high school and the only reason i did that was because i was in my element, band. so i took off my scarf, pulled down my sweater (i looked hot, i wore a pink loft sweater with my vest over it. my vest does good things to my boobs) and went in and was like 'want my number?' and he stared at my chest for like 2 minutes and said 'i'm sortof in a relationship.' which meant he was thinking about the situation romantically and at least by staring at my chest i knew he found me attractive XD kristen and krystal were like 'wooo go you, that was so awesome!'
i. asked out. a super hot guy. in a bar. and acted like i didn't give a shit.
look at me, being 'normal'.
krystal and i had a loooong talk about my hatred of bars on the way home. the end point of the conversation was that i could either hang on to my detestation of bars or suck it up and go so i can make some goddamn friends that don't live 50 miles away and maybe even get a boyfriend. i keep waiting for life to happen to me instead of just doing stuff. the thing i hate is that i have to 'play the game' in so many other aspects of my life... my jobs, my parents, even my cat. i just think it's awful that now i have to play the game in my social life too. like i can't even have fun the way i want to. i have to go out to bars just to meet people.... i forget who said it but one definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. if i just go to work and come home and never go out and really put myself out there like i've been doing for 2 and a half years, nothing is ever going to change. and it's not just bars, when i get the mental energy and when i'm ready for it i'm going to join different clubs and maybe a social soccer team and go rock climbing. maybe get a job in a bar or restaurant to meet people. who couldn't use a fifth job. but it's kindof the same as losing weight, i have to be ready for it and do it for myself, no one else can do it for me. but at least now i know.
we caught the train back to long island at 2 40 in the morning and there were a zillion people on it. most drunk. i did get two guys say they love my hair though (no they were not gay). i think i have to straighten it all the time now when i go out.
sorry for the long entry, but i was excited. i had a bit of an epiphany. can't wait to tell my therapist tomorrow.
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