Binge

5:50pm: 1
6:43pm: 2 (and the Rex Goliath is finally finished)

And mind you I'm filling these Sidney sized, half-inch from the brim. Not your restaurant style half a bulb's worth of wine.

I've had a hell of a day. Really a hell of an hour where everything compounded, erupted, and had to quickly be compartmentalized because I was on the phone with my father. My computer charger broke last week and my computer has been dead all weekend, from Thursday night on. I was able to get into the Physics lab last night to know out some work, but I'm still a little behind. I slept on my futon last night because the thunder storm made me uncomfortable and a little scared to be alone in the apartment so I had to sleep with the television on so I could have white noise instead of the thunder and lightning. My back is still a little sore. I called my mother today and she told me that she forged my signature on a check and jacked me out of some serious rent money. When I have to live in a car, you know who to speak to. I called my dad right after and by then it was too late. I had already built up the stress and was struggling to hold it back. My mail held my new computer charger but I was so worked up that I forgot that my computer needed a few minutes to start charging after being dead for so long that I freaked and thought I had to go to the Apple Store (Satan's flagship). Of course my phone started to die and I dropped it while talking to my dad. When I tried to use my ipod to write on Yonni's wall it kept dying and I left a really lame comment. Of course now that the day is over things are starting to figure themselves out, thank you alcohol. I just wish I had some weed to go with this. (THIS SECTION AND ANYTHING PRIOR WAS WRITTEN WHILE I WAS STILL SORT OF SOBER).

7:06pm: 3 (Full glass of Coastal Estates riesling. I wanted to see if I could finish the bottle off in one glass. I drank the rest straight from the bottle)
8:05pm: ran an errand
9:09: 4

Still continuing the pinot....

I need a cheeseburger. I know it's late but since I'm a little incapacitated and it's too far to walk, could someone please bring me a cheeseburger or a couple dozen. I need a cheeseburger so bad, more than I need to get pounded from behind, and I need that badly . Warm meat smothered in cheese and pickles and ketchup and mustard. A little onion mixed in there and sandwiched between two low quality buns, my god! I'm in heaven, or at least my mouth is. 

Sink or swim?

You know you've somehow hit a new low in your life when your mother is sending you some random emails about the dangers of stress eating and weight management. Of course it could be just because we're about to go on vacation and she doesn't want to be embarrassed by how I look in a bathing suit or the fact that I'm living paycheck to paycheck and she's figured that I'm not eat properly. I'm going to say that it's a bit of both, my mother is a complex woman like that.

I've been awake now for a little more than 12 hours. Around 11:00am I was already so exhausted from being practice and getting over being sick that I wanted to kill something. I had to settle with trampling some grass on Claver Lawn. About as satisfying as you would think. Practice was good today, except for the whole ralphing thing, but that didn't hit until near the end so overall not a terribly big deal. Plus Brian was concerned and that's always nice. We actually had a scrimmage and practiced lines and tried to get as close to actual gameplay as possible. The team is going to a tournament in Maryland this weekend and they need to know what they're doing before they go. I can't be with them, I have to serve coffee to Mainliners all weekend. The only lame thing about practice was that Therese brought along some kid who ended up being more of a hindrance than a help. I think she wanted someone to help run drills in case we didn't have most of our coaches this morning.

I think Marg wants to go out tonight. I'll go out with her but I'm getting one ginger ale have a little girl chat and then I'm back to the apartment to write a quick paper. I need to get that and some creative writing done for tomorrow. Slowly I'm falling behind and this weekend is my very last chance to get caught up before it's too late. So either expect very little from me this weekend or a lot because I'll be procrastinating as much as possible. 

Today.

Blogging live from my journalism class. We're previewing the sound and video footage that we had to edit for an assignment and I've seen everything a billion times for the past couple of weeks and now I'm moving on to writing about something completely different. In fact I've just been freed from the class with a bunch of time left to go. Most people are leaving but I'm staying to write a little. It's still early in the day and this could easily be the high light of it, so I figure it's best to get something down now. It's like a writing prompt for later.

Big news! There is a very furry dog in class. It's part of a project for another section and it has been hanging out in the communications lab all morning. Nico the dog has been very calm and extremely fluffy, but there is still one girl who is veyr frightened of him. She's worries that the 8 month old dig with hip displasia is going to jump up and bite her. Silly girl.

Later in the day:
I burnt my wrist. Right on inside where the skin is soft. I've had a terrible time with burns lately, and this one is particularly excruciating. It's very sharp and rough but still has a dull achy undertone that will last a while. I'm out of anything to put on it too. I took an Advil but I'm going to have to tough it out for the rest of the day and I won't be home until later this evening. I almost don't want to have to go to other work and theology and just stay home with my burn, but there's nothing I can do in the apartment so I'm trudging back to school for other work and class. I have had some rather unfortunate luck with burns. A few months ago I had a giant square burn on my arm from when I slammed the oven door on my arm at work and then I got a long lesion looking burn on my stomach from dumping boiling water when I slipped my grip on a pot. I kept showing The Ballerina that one to cheer her up at work. It grosses us out but the fact that someone else's life sucks a little bit more than her's does at the moment made her a little bit happier. Poor Ballerina.

Update: Blister on my wrist ruptured. Painful and n'est bien pas.

I have to clean the kitchen when I get home tonight. I kind of wish I lived in a hole where I didn't have a kitchen and the rent is free. I've found that if I clean a room every other day or so I can keep the apartment relatively clean and by Friday I don't have to do as much as I usually do.

Later later in the day:
Oh Ginger Viking! How boring you are, but what an impeccable dresser. Seriously it bogles my mind how a divinity student can afford to dress like a J. Crew model. Must become a Princeton divinity student immediately. It's probably just the clothes,...and the beard,...and his height, but this guy can do no wrong in the looks and clothing departments. He only wears J. Crew, Banana, and Ralph and he wears them well. I love when guys dress like that. They look so dreamy and handsome.

Homework time! And I'm wearing a t-shirt!

It's dark out now:
Oh I've been struck by the stomach plague. Ugh, very draining and uncomfortable. I need someone to bring me Triscuts and ginger ale and a cool washcloth.

Double fuck! My computer charger broke!
Good news: Physics taught me how to get it to work again.
Bad news: I still have to buy a new one and my tummy still feels icky. 

Wings and weather and Liam Neeson.

Murder, She Wrote on Netflix has become my latest obsession. I used to watch the show with my mom every Sunday when it was on the air and it has alway been a personal favorite of mine. I spent the day watching the second season on my computer instead of clearing the snow off of my car. There wasn't a whole lot of snow, but we still had a delay and I didn't have to go to class. I wanted to sleep in but I couldn't. I haven't been getting good sleep lately, I have a lot of school work to get done before next week's midterms. I hate that I couldn't catch up with sleep, it seems like such a waste of a good Tuesday, especially since Wednesdays are always the beginning of my marathon end of the weeks. Tomorrow I'm hoping I'll actually make it to service. With all of the snow and the key mishaps and my group not having had orientation, I haven't been able to get to any of my service runs down in the city. Hopefully third time's the charm! (Remember don't use exclamation points. They are only reserved for teenaged girl writing. Poor KM)

Tonight I went over to Norristown to meet up with Dre and then we ventured over to Blue Bell to have dinner with Dan. I try to get out there every couple of weeks to see them. I saw CharChar last week so it was time to see the other two. Dre kept making preggo food references at Dan, but it's cool, no preggo eggo yet. I will be excited when Dan does have a child, Little Ball of Laugh needs someone else to play with. I am tons of fun, but he needs someone who is more his height. We went to PJW's for wings and there were a billion teenagers there. It's like a larger version of wing night at the Sunset but without the high school field hockey team trying to eat 200 wings in one sitting so they can get free t-shirts to wear to practice the next day. 

I was watching Chelsea earlier and Emmy Rossum was on. Not a big Emmy fan, but she was plugging her new show on Showtime, Shameless. Showtime airs some of my favorite shows so I'm hoping that it won't disappoint. It also stars William H. Macy and Joan Cusack. Joan's the best ever since her ill fated head gear appearance in Sixteen Candles way back in the 80s. I can't wait to get to time to dig into Shameless. I also say Liam Neeson's Unknown trailer for the hundredth time and I think that that did the trick. I have to see this movie. I just need to find someone to see this movie with. My usual movie going friends don't go to see these types of movies. Quelle dommage!

I'm listening to Atomic Tom and The Toxic Airborne Event. They're the last artists played from a couple of days ago so I've just been listening to them over and over to save on having to make a new play list. I have to make a new one sooner or later, I just download a bunch of new music and I need to get it into my regular playing rotation. The sooner the better too, otherwise I'll forget about it. 

Freezing in the apartment. It's a constant battle with the window and the radiator. The window is usually cracked to keep the heat flowing around the room, but the radiator is inconsistent and it hisses at me when I get to close. So right now I have very cold hands that make it hard to type and is why there're so many errors in my typing tonight. 

Food monster, not a food baby.

Ugh I at Taco Bell earlier and now I feel like an elephant stepped on me and left me in a ditch. I should have just let Lauren skype me into the meeting. I haven't been feeling so hot, I had the sniffles earlier. Maybe from eating ice cream outside to day or the act that it was just cold and damp all day. Anyways I came home this afternoon and took a great nap and almost decided to not to get up later for a meeting. I texted Lauren to bring her computer and that I would just skype in so that I wouldn't have to leave my bed. Excellent idea in conception, now I just need to test it out. And I was all set to do that but then I got a deep hankering for Taco Bell and wouldn't you know it, Taco Bell is Lauren's favorite fast food. So I drove all the way down to 63rd to pick Lauren up and all of the way back to Taco Bell and then all of the way back to school for the hockey meeting where I ingested fifteen minutes of Tex-Mex bliss before passing out in a food coma, rendering me glassy eyed and completely useless and unaware of anything Brian said all night. Oh Brian! I have a crush on another one of my coaches and unlike The Silver Fox, he's actually a possibility. The girls all think he' kind of funny because he never smiles and is really serious about the sport. I have been lucky enough to see him smile and see him in his glasses and now know that he too prefers Chipotle burritos over the cheesy mess that Qdoba serves up. And he has the build that I usually prefer: kind of toned, but not beefy at all. He's not as tall as other guys, but he's taller than me. Though most guys usually are.

Anyways because of the stupid sniffles earlier and the food monster living in my belly, I've been drinking a lot of tea. It's just so warming and comfy and the herbal sampler that I can buy at the grocery store is AWESOME. I usually get the Celestial Seasonings because they make an excellent orange tea, but Genuardis was out of it so I got the Bigelow pack and it's just okay. Bigelow does make a nice mint tea that I'm drinking now. I told My Hebrew Friend he should come over for a man-friendly tea party since he likes tea too. I think that means using the cow mugs and watching Hank. I should make him wear all his sweatshirts so that he can be a space heater when the apartment gets cold. Last night it was so hot even with the window open, but then this afternoon it was FREEZING! Grr stupid weather just get warm already.

12 days until the beach. Samantha ordered me some things so now I have make sure I pack enough Jergens tanning lotion for her. 

Saturday: Part II

This weekend! What a weekend! Except for the dreaming part, not so crazy great. I finally got inside Father Brennan's house and now I only have a few more of the Maguire buildings left to get into. Senior year is going to be the year that I get into the Barberlin attic even if I have to borrow Ginger Dan's lock picks. Father Brennan's house is very nice. It looks like the big stone houses that line Berwick and the inside is very dated but what you'd except from a bunch of Jesuits. I didn't even recognize Father Brennan as a Jesuits. Unlike some of the others, he doesn't wear the uniform. Same with Father Berret. Berret was in my journalism class on friday and asked me some questions and after I had to ask my friend who he was. Being new to the English department I still have yet to meet all of the faculty. Very unlike the physics department where I could count everyone on one hand. It was also interesting to get the Jesuits take on the physics department. Anyways it was a fun Friday night gathering with some of the English department, even the play wasn't s bad as we thought. I don't recommend Dead Man's Cell Phone if I can help it, though it certainly was hi-larious. Good acting by some but the lead female was terrible and had a ridiculous look of constipation. Caps and Bells needs to rethink giving a lead to a freshman without any prior acting experience. I did get a chance to get to know some of my classmates and I must say that they are a lovely bunch of ladies. I also got a chance to talk with my advisor and even if she can't remember that I'm in American Lit: Post Civil War, she is still a very interesting lady who found my experience with censorship and Capote quite interesting. That's right mom, your embarrassing plot to take down high school English has finally come in handy for me.

Tonight was great. Work schmork, I finally got paid and now I have to go to PNC bank and get everything sorted out on that end. I also hung out with G-Prez during my break. I was friendly with her at work and we have gone out together with other people from work before, but I never really got a chance to actually talk with her. She's great. We had a three-way (not what you're thinking) with My Hebrew Friend over the phone while I ate my one meal of the day. I was sad, I couldn't even finish it. And then braved the nightmarish winds for a Camel Crush. I can never get those silly beads to pop. People kept driving by and staring at us, it was great. Silly people.

I've finally made it home and my ankles hurt. Stupid ankles. Don't play field hockey, you'll only sprain your ankles and then have to be awkward and on crutches all of the time. I downed a glass of crappy riesling (again) and am watching movies on netflix. Currently it's OSS 117: Lost in Rio. A French movie and about a spy set in the 60s. Very James Bond-esque but more spoof and more Yonni-approved hot Mossad agents. Seriously Yonni, check this movie out, it's so ridiculous and funny. I've been on a movie bender. Movies and wine since I can't really afford to do anything else. I may even watch The Social Network. I'm not a huge fan of Mark Zuckerberg, even if I do use his network, but I am a fan of Jesse Eisenberg and Yonni did say it was good and he's usually a good critic about most things.

Not a fan of the snow right now. Key West soon. 

Dreamless in Philadelphia.

My dreams are driving me insane, I need to stop dreaming. Lately I've been dreaming about mundane things that have little peculiarities about them and they are always about people I know. I've been having recurring dreams about work. Nothing exciting happens, we just serve coffee and everyone I usually work with is there: The Ballerina, Willa Cather, Betty Page, and My Hebrew Friend. I told The Ballerina about my work dreams and she thinks I'm insane for dreaming about a place we hate and the fact that all we do in my dreams is just serve coffee. How mundane. The other recurring and boring dream that I've been having is about hockey. It's just reenactments of practices but there's usually something a little out of place. One there were four goals being used and another time there were player from my high school team mixed in with my current team. All very strange, all very boring, and all recurring.

Last night I had my strangest dream in a while. Usually I can't remember when I've had those dreams, I just wake up with that feeling of deep distress and I know that something happened. Last night right before I was awake I felt like this dream I needed to remember so when I finally did wake up I had to struggle to remember everything. The dream was about a friend of mine and my sister and a friend of a friend. It seemed to have begun after I fell asleep because I remember being called out of my sleep to have to go find my friend. I ended up in a house where my sister was the roommate of my friend's friend. Very strange because my sister is in CT and six years younger than her dream roommate. My sister does not play well with people who are too much older than her. The details about what happened next are a little fuzzy and very embarrassing for me, but I ended up having a fight with my friend and spent a large portion of the dream being mad and doing my laundry in the strange house. Even the boring and mundane seems to be creeping into my exciting dreams. Though this dream wasn't so much exciting as it was upsetting and terrible, it just didn't have hockey or coffee in it. It wasn't exciting it was just new. After hours of laundry I sort of made up with my friend, stopped doing laundry, and then everything faded to black.

I woke up this morning, had a bunch of unopened texts, convinced myself I've started doing things in my sleep again, wrote about my dreams, and now I have to get ready for work.

Fuck you Sterling Archer. I'm taking your post down. Eventually.

Florence And The Machine. I can't get this song out of my head, it's like being one of those drippy sixteen year olds all of the time.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run 

A short one.

Today I had a reader demand that I write something today. I got a text saying: "write something new." It actually made me laugh out loud and if it had been anyone else I would have said go fuck yourself, but since it was from a good friend of mine I started thinking about some things that I should write about. It's true though, I haven't written since this weekend and it's certainly not because I didn't have anything to write about. I've just sort of had things creep up on me that needed to be tended to before I could write. I'm still hacking away and hopefully by Saturday I will be mostly caught up. At least I don't have the Praxis II like some people. You know how some people are just inherently good at teaching? Well I'm not. I'm also not inherently good at nurturing according to CharChar. Sorry if I still believe in the Not My Kid, Not My Problem policy. I do love My Little Ball of Laugh, there's certainly no other small child I would carry up Chestnut Hill without any chocolate schnecken.

Last week Professor Darlington came into my journalism class to talk about blogging because as part of the class we have to create our own group blogs. Darlington writes a cheese blog called Madame Fromage. It's a well-known blog in the food world and it's actually very interesting even if you don't know a thing about cheese. Food blog are some of the best and fastest growing blogs out there. Look at Vaynerchuk, the guy is brilliant. Except for the whole NY Jets thing. Her blog talk reminded me about how it's good to have some regular features if you aren't going to have a themed blog. On my tumblr I used to do pieces about books on a weekly basis. Sometimes I would even do movies or music. I think I'm going to move some of that to this blog, especially since I've been reading more. It's definitely been a slow writing week for me, but I hope that after this hectic weekend I should be back to more regular writing. Also if anyone wants to get drinks Friday call me. I'm going to need some after Deadman's Cellphone. 

Valentines and a birthday.

It's Valentine's Day, the second prettiest holiday of the year. I was woken this morning by texts from my parents and later a long one from my mother asking if I had gotten the stuff she sent me and then me explaining that the mail doesn't come until later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be able to get it until after my evening class. I love their holiday packages. Lance always sends a large confectionary package and my mom sends cards. I keep all of their cards. They are in boxes around the apartment and in stacks on my dresser. Cards are possibly the only thing that I keep over time.

Today it is also Marg's 21st birthday! Yay the baby is finally a grownup and the last of my friends is finally old enough to go to El Vez for tacos and endless margs. It's been a long six months, but now we can be together again. I spent yesterday getting cards and chocolates for her and my friends. I love picking out pretty cards and giving them to all of mt friends. Marg got a whole stack because there were way too many that I couldn't resist. She's also getting a pink Domo doll from work when we go out later. I have to use up a gift card so I'm going to spend it on her and because I have to drop something off at work for a friend and she'll be the one driving the car.

I also went to Wine and Spirits this morning, City Ave's ghetto-ey liquor store. It's really the only place closest to me that was open this morning, but Willa Cather says that everything on City Ave is ghetto-ey so I really didn't have any choice. It was me and a bunch of old men perusing the ailes for libations and thank god for sales because I walked out of there with several bottles of wine and only spent $20. And I didn't get white zinfandel. I did get chick wines but today is too nice a day for sugary crap. I think if I had gotten it Kate would have known and sent Batman down to beat me up. At work we are wine snobs. Can't help it, there's just too manyy good ones in the closet. Being a wine snob is kind of like being a gin snob, but I used to live in Stowe and that's basically what anyone is, unless you're Lance and then you just don't give a fuck. Speaking of Lance, two weeks until Key West.

Jumping around.

Grrr I have so much energy right now it's unbelievable. It's like when I listen to a hockey mix before a skating competition, that's how crazy my energy level is right now. And it really has me wanting to go skating right now. I called down to Penn yesterday so skating is definitely on for Tuesday morning. How many people in Philadelphia actually skate? Instead of skating right now I'm trying to channel my energy into writing something but I'm getting distracted by watching music videos on youtube and whenever I find one that I really like I start singing (poorly) and get up on my bed and dance around (really glad I didn't bring a guy home or that I have a roommate right now). It's good fun and I should do it more often. These are some of my favorites of the evening:

Moneygrabber by Fitz & The Tantrums. OMG I LOVE THIS SONG. And the video too. There is just something awesome about a skinny white guy singing soul rock in a blue and red themed silhouette video that makes me want to get up and jump on my bed. 

Shake Me Down by Cage the Elephant. Great song, creepy video. Though I will admit that I cry at the end. At first I reminds me of the pedophile shelter that Elizabeth Smart was kept in, but once you get through the video things start to make sense and after watching it two or three times, it's actually pretty cool.

A Silent Film's You Will Leave a Mark. Yonni Bananas was the first one to show me the video since I no longer have access to MTV at two in the morning. Love this song. 

Impossible by Anberlin. Lame video but really great song. 

Tighten Up by The Black Keys. It's funny that this group has been around for ten years and are only now hitting it big. What a fickle business the music industry is. The best part of this video is the little in the ray ban glasses singing with the deep adult voice. Awesome. It's also a throwback to Thursday mornings driving to Penn in 802. 

MY FAVORITE MUSICAL MEMORY IN A LONG TIME. Matt & Kim's Daylight. The Bacardi commercial is one of my favorites but seeing this band with Ginger Dan is one of my favorite memories in my entire life. Damn you cherry popsicle!

So this is cool.

February has certainly been my writing month. I think I'm trying to get it all in before I decide to go on hiatus. Usually happens in the summer months when I get super busy with work. Last summer I sat in front of a computer screen inputing course numbers into a spread sheet all day. By the time I was finished I couldn't write even if I had wanted to. This summer I may just power through, especially if I end up with a job that keeps be away from a computer. I should just go home and work for a landscaping company or a gardening service. If I did that I could waitress at the Hob Knob a few nights a week and spend the rest of the time on the boat. By then Kate and Batman will have had their mocha baby and I can play with it in the kitchen when the dining room is slow. I'm super excited for this kid to be born and I can stop having sympathy food cravings when I work with Kate. Though let's face it, I have the tastebuds of a pregnant woman all of the time. I'll probably end up with a normal palet when I pop my own out. Shames. Of course I would have to share the boat with Samantha, but we all know who Lance's favorite is. Get your boating license bitch.

Right now I am slated to spend the summer in Philadelphia agian. Hopefully my last. I have to take Western Civ II before it goes extinct and maybe a theorlogy or English class. Maybe both. I haven't decided if I want to go after a theology minor yet, but if I do I have to start it this summer. It only means three more religion courses above a certain level which is no problem, I just need to make sure I have enough room with my new major requirements. I do enjoy the summer in the city. It is much more warmer and sunnier than in Vermont and now that I have Twila I can make the trip out to Sea Side and Toms River. A weekend in the park sounds nice with all of the cold weather I have been experiencing in Philadelphia. Of course it's nothing like Vermont right now. I swear Lance is counting down to the seconds when we can leave for the Keys.

I had hockey this morning and Norberg was there. Love Norberg. Apparently so does every other female on campus. I mentioned my love of him in my Sophomore Seminar class and the professor said that the department had been hoping that the Norberg craze had died down. Apparently she hasn't been seeing the long line of girls that are outside of his office during every single one of his office hours. Anyways hockey has been improving. The girls have gotten the hang of skating and holding their sticks. Puck handling has been improving for everyone. Captain has been trying to get the girls to go to an open hockey time at the Skatium and if it's during a night when I'm not at Borders or if I can go afterwards, I'll join them. I also want to get in some freestyle time before Penn closes for the season. Their website and the skate board at the rink say conflicting things so I'm going to have to call down there when I get a chance. Hopefully it's the website that's right because I can only go Tuesday mornings before classes.

Not tired, not good.

So I finished season six of Weeds, got my homework done, made dinner, watched miscellaneous episodes of television that I need to catch up on and am now watching the latest episode of Californication. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love Showtime. I also love that I'm going to Key West on spring break and when I come home Nurse Jackie will be starting a week or two later.

Key West, I can't wait. It's been a while since I've been all warm inside and out and I am willing to trade my mother's drippy and nostalgic stories about my parent's time in the Conch Republic for that feeling again. I'm even thinking about getting a real bathing suit this time, body image be damned. It's time for me to get tan again like when I was twelve and live in the sun for a summer. I've also been working out and so I figure I can ride the endorphins for a while and won't even notice if I look like a fat ass next to Samantha. I just want to be tan again and not look like Snow White's sickly sister in bed. Either that or I need to go back to having sex with really pale guys.

I did something stupid today. I got bored in theology (I know! Hot viking is boring! Who knew?!) and suffered from a little word vomit, or really texting vomit. Sorry about that, you know who you are if you still read this blog. Ignore it, it's over, I seem to right a lot of open apologies to you but whatever, let's talk about Weeds tomorrow instead of me.

This is nuts I should be asleep right now since I have to get up in five hours but I can't seem to get to sleep. I've been taking something for sleep, but I didn't do it tonight because I knew I would be able to get the required hours of sleep that the dosage requires. I do love those pills. My mother would say I'm on the fast track to addiction, I say that's the detriment of the gene pool she married into. 

Food and Moses.

I get paid this week. I'm so excited because it's been a while since I've had any sort of extra money in my pocket and with my bills paid, that's what I'm going to have. I don't really have a burning need for anything right now but I am going to get a few things for Marg's birthday and maybe keep some cash to go out with some friends this weekend. Maybe even do some extravagant grocery shopping and cook something different. I still have a lot of chicken in my freezer that I need to use up so I'll have to look up some creative recipes. I may even have some friends over to cook with. Cooking with/for people is way better than cooking alone and for one.

I made lunch at home today. Burt my stomach. Weird, but painful. I was making pasta because I needed something quick and when I was draining the pot I moved it in the wrong direction and the water splashed on me and now it looks like I have a strip of sunburn on my stomach.

Other than my lunch burn, today has been rather unexciting. I have other work in a little while and then my Israelite Religion class. It's taught by  doctorate student from Princeton. He's a seven foot ginger viking how dresses impeccably. I took a stealthy picture of him once with my phone and sent it to Marg and if he didn't live in New Jersey I'm sure I would have gotten a late night call to go stalk his house. Marg as a problem that I have not problem fueling usually because it leads me to a Wawa sandwich. After class I'll hit the gym and then head back home to finish homework and make dinner. I have hockey in the morning down at Penn and I told Lauren I'd pick her up.

A bunch of the blogs that I follow are written by girls that are months away from being married and every week there is something new that they post about their wedding plans. It made me think about how I want cake and how much cake I could eat cake during a cake tasting and so I think that I am going to ask my friend Prada to come along as my fiance and help me eat cake. 

Day Two.

Today has been another really great day, no I really mean it. I had the best sleep I've had in a while and got up without any problems at an early hour. It was great. My one class was a little slow, but that's how it always is with him. Afterwards I came home and did a little reading for American Lit. and watched some Weeds. I ended up falling asleep for a little while because it was so comfy in my room. I need to get a deep tissue massage, I'm super sore in my upper back and I don't want to exhaust the Advil. I got a workout in and I'm going to make dinner, the goodness of 2011 is finally kicking in for me.

Tomorrow I was supposed to get up for BOMF but since my group can't go until they have their orientation it has been put off until next week. I had the option if going Friday, but there is no way I can do two 4am to 11:30pm days in a row. It gets to be too much and I end up falling asleep and forgetting to go into work and then I get a call and freak and run every red light to get to work. I just don't want to have to do that again.

Next week I'm going to see if I can make it over to CharChar's and see the Little Ball of Laugh. I haven't seen them in months and I want to go to Bredenbecks and get some chocolate schnecken. Bredenbecks makes the best chocolate schnecken in Philadelphia and it's right down the street from CharChar's home. They may even have some pre-Valentine's Day items that would be really cute. I really like walking around Chestnut Hill. Samantha was stupid for not going there.

Valetine's day is next Monday. I really like that holiday, I used to hate it a be really bitter about it when I wasn't with anyone, but now I really love it because it's not about having a boyfriend it's about love. I love ton of people and I like having a fun holiday about love. I love my friends, my family, and it's Marg's 21st which makes it even more friend because I can get her a bottle of rose and a red box of chocolates. I may even get two, I'm a big fan of the red heart Russell Stover chocolate boxes and getting fun cards for my friends. Love that holiday. 

Fantastic Day

Today was the best day in a while. It started out super rough, I had intended to stay up all night but then I passed out around 4am and woke up at 7:30 and then fell asleep until 8:40am, way past when I was supposed to get up. I eventually made it to school, got all of my homework done before each class without falling asleep. I even got a chance to exercise, do my laundry, make a real dinner, and give myself a pedicure. I haven't done it in a while, but my brush skills are still pretty intact. I've finished the fifth season of Weeds and will be in bed by 10pm. I haven't done that since last year. Amazing.

Tomorrow I'm thinking if I can get up in time I may go down to Penn and skate during their open freestyle time. I already skate there on Thursday morning for hockey and the rink is not bad at all. I will have to make a trip down to Aston to get my skates cleaned up and get some new hard guards and soakers. I miss figure skating and I haven't been since early high school. It should be interesting to see how bad my flexibility has changed and whether or not my leg muscles can stand up against jumping.

Tomorrow I also get done with class at 11am and intend to go running do some homework and catch up on all of the television that I didn't watch last week. I fully intend to finish season six of Weeds by Wednesday and have all of my homework for Friday completed. This week is going to be a good week ending with me getting paid twice and a super awesome weekend! Plans have yet to be made but I'm just going to go with it. Seven days till Marg's 21st!

I can't sleep. I'm exhausted and I need the sleep. It's been ages since I've had a regular sleep schedule, but try as I might I can't get back on track. It's too early to have stress, but I think that that's what I'm suffering from. I just want to have a good cry too. Crying helps get it out, but I can't even do that. I've been able to work up a sob or too. I need to hit a wall or something, but I'm worried that that may happen somewhere inappropriate like work or school. Both places I could fake it, but I can't chance it. I just want to sleep and cry. And eat a banana. I want an Esteban to rub my back and pet my head. A cup of tea would be nice too. 

Sunday morning couldn't get away from it.

Bad call on deciding to work for Willa Cather today instead of taking the day off to do homework and clean up the apartment. I even tried to get up early today to get as much as I could done, but I couldn't get myself up in time to do anything. I had to go to work and try to not relive the worst day of work imaginable  in the history of all working days that was Saturday. Holy FUCK Saturday sucked. But now it's over, moving on. Work today was fine, pretty tough on the ankles. It's like I'm pregnant or five hundred pounds overweight after four nights of work. Not pregnant by the way Mom.

At work I've been reading The Rum Diaries by Hunter S. Thompson. I've read some of his other books and articles, but this one is new to me. It was also the only Hunter S. Thompson novel at work. Sad. The Rum Diaries is beat journalism meets gonzo journalism with rum, sex, and sun tans. Set in Costa Rica, I only have fifty pages to go I'll let you know how it is once I finish it on Thursday.

After work I drove straight to Andi's to get food because I was starved. I don't really give a crap about football, but I did get one of the Parsons Twins to make pigs in a blanket so it was still a win for me. I left early. Too many smelly guys does not juxtapose nicely with Sidney's nose. I had my hour of football fun and then I had to leave to do homework and laundry and avoid doing homework and laundry by writing blog posts and watching Weeds. Tonight's the last night of no sleep. Hebrew Boy said he's working better by getting better sleep; I need to get my act together and get to bed at reasonable hours because service starts this week. 

Hahaha I'm so funny.

So this one time at band camp... haha no really this joke never gets old to me. So this one time I had a guy over and I had a weak moment and begged him to stay the night. He successfully got away but before he left he asked me why I wanted him to stay. I actually had to pause and think. He's not like some of the other guys that I see and so I couldn't pitch him the usual lines and instead blurted out that I liked having him around. It's true I do, but I didn't want to say it like that. I was supposed to say something smart or even make an actual sentence. Instead my super sleepy head took over and my mouth made mush. I wanted him to stay because when he does he makes everything warm and comfortable and even when he's half pushed me off the bed or is actually able to stay asleep during the night I still like the presence he brings to the bed. I just wish he were someone who liked to read together or write simultaneously or just listen to music together while I rub his head. Man I wished he liked the same music as me. He does like some of the same stuff which is cool, but most people don't like the music that I like so I'm always a little nervous playing stuff around him. I just wish that I had more time to actually see him outside of work, that way I wouldn't always be smelling like coffee or wearing black and we wouldn't be half asleep. But I'll take it the way it is for now because I'd rather forego the fantastic sex if it means being super awesome friends for a longer time just like that really really crappy movie with Michelle Monaghan and Patrick Dempsey. Shit I suck at conveying personal feelings outside of my head. 

Marg and Sidney's excellent adventure take 35.

I just started my third blog today. Good news is I am only a contributor, the bad news is that I am receiving a grade for this, so my writing is going to be a bit more polished and content specific. The blog is done at wordpress.com which is a completely different blogging site than my other two and has certainly been a learning experience for the five of us. I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea of having to share a blog with five other people, but considering my considerable workload and that this new one is going to be significantly more important for the next four months or so, not that I will let it take away from this one or my tumblr (I'm going to try, it may end up as an epic blogging failure like this summer). Blogging with five people is also going to be a challenge for me because of my freakish control freak issues. I'm not a big fan of having to rely on four other people to get a good grade. I'm also completely unfamiliar to my group's writing styles and if they will be able to coincide with my dark and self-deprocating humor.

I LOVE My Hebrew Friend. He is the best of all the Hebrews. He is such an awesome friend and I never tell him that enough. I usually just tell him that he's a dork or that he's weird or that he's a five year old. All of these things are true of course, but sometimes I have to remember to tell him the other stuff too. You see I have been feeling a little off tonight because of a girly thing. I have crampies to the max to point where if I didn't have what I have I would say it's the flu. Yay! GO ME! (ugh) Hebrew Friend has been so nice and not complaining about how much I've been complaining. He's also offered to get me stuff to make me feel better and he's been all happy and funny, which is nice because it makes me laugh and I forget about how crappy I feel. Love you Yonni Bananas, you're definitely my favorite friend this week.

UPDATE: So I was going write this last night, but then I fell asleep so I'm doing it now. Last night after work I took the world's greatest and longest bath and watched Weeds. Bad idea Yonni! No way! Excellent idea! Afterwards I just went to bed and watched more Weeds and tried to fall asleep and was very close when Marg texted  me with one of her late night needs for ciggs and so I got out of bed and embarked on an impromptu lesbian date night. We've been doing these since freshman year and they always start out normal, have some sort of animal involvement, a wawa run, ciggs in the park, and then back to sleep. Sometimes we even have our act together and get fancy and make dinner plans and maybe see a movie. Last night I just climbed into her car around 1am after I had a little wine and we went to Wawa. We ended up going to two Wawas which was okay because I eventually go what I wanted and Marg got her ciggs. After Wawa was a trip through the park to smoke. Usually I'm like a chimney, but after one I was done. I think all the anti-smoking talk My Hebrew Friend and I have been slinging around at each other has finally started to get to me. Anyways it led the to the park. With us it always leads to the park or in this case The Bala Golf Course. That's where we met the cat. Marg has a problem with stray animals and the need to rescue them. One time we found dogs running around the commercial complex by the hotel and she had to park and chase the dogs over a hill while I watched from the car. Last there was also a raccoon. I tried to explain the dexterity and rabies aspects of raccoons but that didn't stop her from slowing down and rolling down her window to coax the animal out form under a bush. Eventually I got back to my comfy bed, about 3am, I didn't even bother taking off the billion layers of comfy clothes I had on to fight the cold. Put on an episode of Weeds (yes I realize I have a problem) and went to sleep. 

Carb Oh! Load.

Tomorrow is hockey down at Penn! Woot! Which means that in a few hours I will either be asleep and dead to the world or I will still up trying to keep myself from falling asleep, which usually never works and I end up over sleeping and missing what I didn't want to miss in the first place. It's a vicious cycle with me. We didn't have practice last week because of the weather, so it's ben a while since I've had to get up very early, which means that tomorrow night at work I will be asleep in the sink while My Hebrew Friend sells all the coffee to all the fine people of Wynnewood and the stupid ass teenagers who have nothing better to do with themselves on a Friday night. It's also going to be the first time that we have music in the locker room to wake everyone up and get them psyched to go out on the ice. Suiting up instantly made everyone a better skater so maybe a little music to pump them up will make them even better. Dear Lord I hope so! The (fun) part about this is that everyone is responsible for making a mix each week. I'm going to have to dig out some stuff but I may have to settle for Surfer Blood or Muse or maybe I'll get My Hebrew Friend to  help me out. He seems to be the expert in loud wake you up happy music that is popular with the masses.

Hebrew Friend, yes you, read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. It will make you better read. Plus Hunter S. Thompson is really cool like that comment said. I haven't read Hell's Angels yet, but that's supposed to be good too.

I ate carbs for dinner tonight because I have practice in the morning and I'm going to need a little extra energy to get going and now I'm sleeping and want to crawl into bed, a little lame since it's only 9pm, but hey when you have do get up at 4:30am you do what you have to do. On the bright side some of the things in my bed smell a little bit like my perfume which is nice and pretty smelling. Love pretty girly smelling things. I also love Valentine's Day and have been looking for pretty cards for people. Target has already started looking pink and as stocked up on all things chocolatey so as soon as the 15th rolls around I will be in there stocking up on discounted chocolates. And by then I will have money again.

I prove my point.

Everyone check this out: Everything I Know I Learned From The Princess Bride

AWAKE, AWAKE, AWAKE!!!

Oh holy sweet bananas I can't get to sleep! And I've tried everything I can think of. I even texted My Hebrew Friend to see if he could come up with anything and he definitely tried his best. His suggestions were all over the place ranging from reading, writing, tea and sex. I don't own any boring books. Everything I read I like and would have just stayed up to finish the book no matter how late it got, defeating the purpose of trying to go to sleep. Tea, I tried. It sort of work, but the sleepies sort of fizzled out and I'm back to being wide awake. Sex. Well sex is out of the question. Whenever I have sex I am always left wide awake and I want to punch my partner in the face five minutes after we are done because he is sound asleep and I am nowhere near it. The only time I ever got a guy to go as long as I wanted was when we were both completely stoned and I nagged him into almost sobriety. I've been living like a repressed nun lately and I'm ready to burst but I told Yonni I would let him know when I wanted to have sex with him and I haven't yet. Yonni this isn't me saying I want to have sex yet, I'll let you know when. So that leaves me with writing, which is what I am doing now. It's not really working, but since My Hebrew Friend needs to be alseep right now even if he isn't, so I can't leave call him. I think I'm just anxious about the snow that we're supposed to get. I don't have any homework due for my class tomorrow and I don't have to go into Borders or other work so I really don't have anything to worry about. Wednesday I think I'm going to beg My Hebrew Friend to come watch The Princess Bride with me. I may even bribe him with butter pecan ice cream since he doesn't like chocolate. Who doesn't like chocolate ice cream? Gosh! And who only watched The Princess Bride only once? Double gosh!!

Have fun storming the castle!