Did you all just vomit a little right then? Good, that’s what true love tastes like.

I wasted a perfectly good title on a lame excuse for a post so I'm thinking of recycling it down the line sometime. It was from Wilfred and if you're not watching this show by now get on it because you are missing out. This particular title is from an article I read on Hello Giggles. For those of you who haven't checked out all of the awesome giggles or if you're a guy you most likely haven't heard of the site, but it is Zooey Deschanel's answer to the lack of fun cute website geared specifically to women of all ages, just about. I love the site that she created with her friends because it has a wide variety of articles and essays written by all different types of women and the few select guys brave enough to submit something. The website is updated daily so there are always new things to read and see and there are also fun categories and series from regular posters. Once things calm down around here I am going to take a chance and try to submit some of my work to the site. I just don't know how I'll be able to compete with my favorite columns: Belz on Bell and Big Booty Power Hour. Lol catz.

Anyways to make up for my lack of posting I have decided to announce that I have two days off this week and next week which means that there will be a continued lack of posting for a little while and then come to think of it I will be back in Vermont for a long weekend and I will have limited internet access there and hopefully it will also be the weekend of the Burton sale so I will be too busy loading up on new winter gear, shoes, and maybe even a new backpack. Please please let the Burton sale be the weekend I am home otherwise I will be sending Samantha to Burlington to do my dirty work. It's definitely time to get a new jacket and a new bag. I just can't the thought of retiring my white though, it has been halfway around the world with me and now is my day pack at the beach.

I'm big on plaid I just haven't settled on the color scheme yet.

Oh it is Penncock! Oh wait no, it's Pennock.

I just got back from a evening adventure with Chem Anna. We do this sort of thing periodically where we will drive around Montgomery and Delaware counties. Her family are all from Havertown so she has a couple of different places that she likes to go when we're out and about. This time we ventured out in a torrential downpour that turned into a inland hurricane. I didn't even realize what the weather was like until I was outside meeting Anna. Thank God I didn't wear one of my usual white shirts, I went with my Where the Wild Things Are one with Max on the front. We started out just driving along Montgomery and only got as far as Suburban Square before the fear of Baby Honda being swept away forced us into the Trader Joe's parking lot. After a dirty look from the lady in SUV next to us we bolted into the store. I got nearly completely drenched and then froze inside the store. I wouldn't walk down any of the refrigerated aisles until I had dried up. It was an excellent first part to our adeventuring. We loaded up on a snack in Baby Honda until the ran let up and then we traveled down Montgomery until we got to Ardmore where Anna decided to take a family tour. We got a bit lost until we hit Havertown and by then we were ready for round two which usually means Wawa. We've been to just about every Wawa on the right side of Township so for once we ventured down the left which mean Route 3 for us. After passing three or four Cuddy's we found a new Wawa and bought bananas. And sandwiches from the Hoagiefest menu. By then we decided that we were full and made our way back to home down City Ave. When we passed school we saw Dr. A. so I texted him and then he called us back and told us to be safe in Upper Darby. Hahaha Dr. A.'s the best!

I haven't posted in awhile and my mom noticed. She even called me and told me that she was worried about me because I haven't written about my recent goings on. Very thoughtful mother I have. Anyways I haven't written because my router died sometime this weekend while I was at work and I didn't know about it until I got home from work last night. I had to borrow a friend's internet to get some schoolwork done and then after work today I stopped at Radio Shack and picked up a nifty N band router that happened to be on sale and also a nice new power strip that expands to fit every single one of my power cords that I have on that particular side of my apartment. I'm glad I purchased it too because it looks like my old one had shorted out in certain places because electronics that I thought had broke awhile ago are now working once I plugged them into my new groovy power strip.

I also haven't posted because I've been away this past week and the internet up in the Great North can be kind of finagley sometimes and I just didn't have it in me to put up a fight while on vacation. But while I was up there I learned about Ashley Whippet. If you are like me and born after the early 80s you're wondering what the hell is an Ashley Whippet? Ashley Whippet was a whippet dog, a small version of a greyhound dog and this particular one was an ace frisbee player that began his career performing for students on the Ohio State University campus as they walked to classes. He really gained his fame as a mascot at Dodger Stadium and making appearances on Johnny Carson. One time the dog even performed the pre-game show for Super Bowl XII. Today there is an agility competition named in honor of Ashley Whippet. Now normally I don't care about frisbee dogs, but Ashley's owner happens to be a friend of my parents back in Vermont and he told me all about his famous Whippet one night at the Matterhorn, which happens to be the best place for sushi in Stowe and the only bar I actually go to when I'm in town. Best place ever, I even purchased one of their awesome shirts, well actually it was given to me because I'm a Purnell and let's face it, it doesn't get much better than that in town.

Kristen is always busting balls, has she ever tried licking them?

I'm back in the saddle city again.

I got home in six and a half hours last night and I was all set to go out and meet a friend, but then I slowly became more and more tired and when it got to late for me to even want to go out I went to the store and bought berries and ate them while watching SVU and then fell fast asleep. It was a deep sleep, but because I've got my period and my hormones are all up and down and its hot everywhere my dreams have been crazy. I had two really bad ones. The first one was about a friend who I've been fighting with. In the dream we had a terrible fight about something that I have no business fighting about with them and I ended up smashing a bunch of glass and running down a street. I was so distressed by what happened that I woke up at 3am in a cold sweat and had to think about ponies and sunshine to fall back to sleep. For some reason I also checked my phone and found that I had missed a text from the person who was in my dream. The second dream involved a different person telling me a secret, a really bad secret and then there was an alligator that was lounging on someone's porch railing that scared me so bad that I woke up. I had really good sleep up in Vermont and I was hoping that that trend would continue and that last night was just a fluke. We shall see tonight.

I'm kind of in denial about having to go to work today and tonight. I have a bunch of stuff I have to catch up on with my office job and my classes that I don't really want to deal with. I have an awesome story/video that I found out about at the bar when I was home this week. I'm going to write about it later, but I will share now that it involves frisbee, small dogs, and Dodger Stadium. 

Inhale Upward Dog, exhale Downward Dog.

This morning at yoga class I learned the my palms are very inflexible. I had a hard time being comfortable on my palms, but I learned to do a very successful shoulder stand which I may be doing around my apartment more and more now. It was a good class, but I definitely have a lot of work to do to get in best yoga form. I was next to one woman who was amazing and I could another one of the instructors doing the practice to such an advanced level that it was mind blowing. Of course if I needed to feel better about myself I just looked through my legs at the guy behind me who was struggling with the intense flexibility needed for of the poses. However when it came to head and shoulder stands I was schooled by everyone. The teacher had to come over and work my body into a strong shoulder stand. I felt amazing afterwards and now that my mom has purchased me a pretty blue mat I'm going to go to the hot yoga studio in Bala more frequently. I want a yoga body.

I'm determined to become more obsessive about my weight and exercise. I've been too comfortable about how I look and how I perform and its time for a more drastic focus on what I need to be doing. I need a new focus in my life anyways and I don't want to leave school looking the way I came in. I want to leave looking better and stronger. My mom handed over her P90X to me. She's had moderate success with the program, but she also hasn't been following the program as intensely as she needs to to see any full results. I'm taking the dvds home with me and complete the program before hockey starts. I think with this, running, and a couple of hot yoga sessions I will have something to keep me occupied for a while.

I'm also trying to get back into reading more voraciously than I have been. I've been making too many excuses not to read books and with Netflix hiking up their prices I think that this is my opportunity to cancel my subscription an go back to reading more regularly instead of watching endless SVU episodes after work. It's something to think about especially since I just scored about fifty books for almost nothing at the library book sale. I have read a few of them, but there are still dozens that I haven't so I excited to take my time and work my way through the two boxes of books that I'm bring back to Philadelphia.

Last time I had Indian it gave me the shits for a week.

Greets from Vermont, the Green Mountain State, the home of Cabot Cheddar, maple syrup (not from Canada Cynthia!, and cows galore. I've been here a few days already and I already miss home. As much as I hate the city I miss my friends and my apartment and work. When I'm there I miss my family, but when I'm here I feel like a puzzle piece that's in the wrong box. I don't really have a place here anymore and each time I come back I feel more and more like a tourist with a floppy straw hat, Hawaiian shirt, and giant film Nikon. Mind you I have actually never seen anyone dressed like this. It's just that every time that I'm here there's new changes and I feel a deeper and deeper disconnect with this place. I really need to find a place. So while I'm here I'm making the best of it and enjoying the little time left that I have to spend time in this town.

It's a cow pen at I.C. Scoops. If you push down on the head it lights up and moos.

When I arrived on Sunday we went out on the boat and this is where we go. 

Every year the library has a book sale with books that people have donated. I bought about fifty for $10 and then tried to bribe the volunteer to let me into the basement where the rest of the stock was kept. He didn't go for it. 

I have yoga tomorrow with my mom and then I'm spending the rest of the day searching for things that I need to bring home for some friends. I found Cynthia! something and Neil something and I have some things in mind for a couple of other friends that I have to track down and I did have something in mind for my Hebrew Friend, but I don't know. He's hard to pick something out for, my mom's the same way, I can never get anything good enough for her. I can' help it though I love picking out gifts and giving them to my friends even if they're just small and silly. I'm a at birthdays just ask Marg, even when I have no money I will make something or find what I can I love it. 

My writing is all over the place in this post, haha. It usually is with me. Today probably wasn't the best day to write because of all the stuff I'm going through. Right now I'm in a glass case of emotion and I'm starting to crack under the pressure. You'd think hey vacation I should be fine and chillaxed, but I'm drowning in some school stuff and some work stuff and I still feel guilty about something that I didn't do but still think I had a hand in it. And then I made an ass out of myself recently (what a surprise) and I'm trying to get over it and I'm failing miserably. Ugh I shouldn't post, but I'm finding blogging o be somewhat therapeutic. Writing is a weird and sensitive subject with me. I was always good a it in school especially for each grade I was in at the time and my mother always praised me for it, which made me resent writing and I hated it. Only recently have I gotten back into it, but there are still people telling me where to take it. I hate when people tell me what kind of writer I should be, it's like when people call me Sid. Call me that and I hate you forever. I feel better now. I have one more day here and then I can go home and just focus on being there and start preparing to wrap things up. 

I am the Fun Patrol! Now go play Wii.

This is the last post before Vermont. I'm not sure if I feel like writing there because the internet is shoddy and my stomach hurts too much right now to care about anything else other than this post. I don't know what's going on with my stomach other than maybe I shouldn't have eaten any of the family dinner. I don't know why people eat at work, the stuff is pure poison. I was fine at work other than sweating to death through both shirts. It wasn't until I got home and laid down for a bit that my stomach erupted. Ick. It's frustrating because I'd like to be able to get a little bit of sleep before I have to get up and drive. The closest I could get to a back rub is positioning my bed so that the air blows on my back, but every now and then my feet get too cold. The good news in all of this is that my ear no longer hurts even though I still have to lie quietly on my side while I put the drops in my ear. 

I have a strong desire to watch The Proposal right now. I was talking about it with a friend at the bar last night. Apparently he likes it and last night I had a strong desire to watch it when I got home, but then I didn't so now I want to watch it now. There's a strong possibility that after I finish this I may watch it. I've been watching a lot of SVU lately so I could go for an upbeat change. I could also go for a change of nail polish. I had my nails done last weekend and they looked really good for a few days, but work has gotten to them. I think I'd like to do the OPI axxium gels that I've been hearing about. A friend's girlfriend was telling me some of her nail horror stories last night and I'm terrified of anything other than UV cured shellac on my nails. Absolutely no tips for me. 

Rufio! Rufio! Rufio!

I'm feeling a bit like a Lost Boy lately. Everyone is starting to find their place lately and I'm still looking. Yonni has Israel, Marg has Baltimore, Anna has Philadelphia and I'm still hoping Peter Pan will fly through my window and take me second star to the right and straight on till morning. I have a few months before I have to figure out a plan or even an inkling of a plan and right now I have nothing. Ideas fly through my head all of the time and I keep getting told that I am resilient enough to make it most places, though Yonni does like to tease me and say that I will end up with my parents in Vermont in May. I just kind of sucks to have friends that are so sure about what they are doing. Yonni is going to be a writer, Karrie a nurse and I'm Voyager 2 floating through deep space just waiting to be crushed by another body or until I break down and stop transmitting back to Earth.

My Everyday Discoveries: Finally Found My Passion

My Everyday Discoveries: Finally Found My Passion: "Do you ever have a number of things that you have to accomplish-none of them super pressing-but you don't know where to begin? That's the b..."

This is my friend's blog. He has some good insights for the Lost Boys.

You want me to be excited Ryan? Buy me a new bong.

If you haven't seen the US version of Wilfred, watch it immediately. It's based off of an Australian television show and the guy that plays Wilfred is the same from the original so there a nice authenticity to the show. Wilfred stars Elijah Wood how plays a sort of uptight neurotic guy who has lost direction in his life. his new next door neighbor has a mischievous dog named Wilfred that Elijah Wood's character sees as a crass and sarcastic man dressed in a dog suit with a black painted nose. Wilfred acts as the bad conscience of Ryan and encourages him to do the things he really wants while playing pranks on him at the same time. Very often you see Wilfred and Ryan taking bong hits and discussing the lameness of Ryan's life and then Wilfred comes up with an outrageous plan to make Ryan more exciting. Each episode is named after an emotion that is also the theme of the episode. It is possibly my new favorite series to come from FX after Always Sunny and Archer of course. No one can best Jessica Walters.

I heard the song If I Die Young twice this morning and it's starting to get annoying to me. However the song reminds me of Anne of Green Gables when she tries to reenact the Lady of Shallot which is my favorite because Gilbert comes to her rescue after her boat sinks and she gets so mad at him for doing it. That always makes me happy because I love Gilbert and think that he and Anne are one of the best true love stories ever written. One of my friends told me that despite my romantic disdain that I really just want to be loved and it's true I really do. Deep down I am a ridiculous romantic, but I want someone who is on equal terms with me and will stand up to me when I try to be all bossy. But anyways back to the annoying song. I'm going to be honest, it's a miracle that I haven't been killed yet or seriously injured. I've worked hard suppress the recklessness in me but every now and then it gets out, so there is a strong possibility that I may die young. If that is the case do not bury me in satin, lay me down in a bed of roses, or sink me in the river at dawn. Do not have a funeral. Cremate me, climb a mountain and scatter me into the wind. Just be sure not to throw me against the wind and get coated in my ashes.

After brunch this morning I went into the office for two hours. Nothing was happening so I was sent home and now I've watching my latest arrival from Netflix, The Darjeeling Limited. Sometimes I wish my life was like a Wes Anderson movie. You know all quirky and Bill Murrayish. I like this movie, it makes me wish I was on a train in India heading to see my nun mother in the foothills of the Himalayas.

"I love you too, but I'm going to mace you in the face!"

It's where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it's not a man purse. It's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one.

What a Thursday. Actually not really anything special, just a lot for a regular Thursday and I still have a ton more to do. It started off with me waking up at the crack of dawn cradling my computer like it was my own child that I was trying to smother to death. It's true I have become addicted to my computer and not the internet, my computer itself. You see it keeps me warm when the air conditioning makes me too cold. And you're going to tell me that the smart logical thing would be to turn the air conditioner off when it gets too cold, but I will tell you that there are two key reasons why I won't follow your silly logic. 1: I usually fall asleep before I get too cold to want to turn it off and 2: I sweat a lot. And by a lot I mean A LOT. I drip buckets just doing laundry, it's a gene deformity I picked up on my mother's side of the family. It's true we all turn bright red and sweat just walking across the street. But anyways, sleeping without the air on results in me waking up with a head full of sweat and damp dirty hair that was freshly cleaned and dried before I went to sleep. So that is why I woke up with a death grip on my computer this morning. After waking up I realized that I had frozen the neufchatel instead of putting it in the fridge and anyone who's ever frozen cream cheese knows that it really can't be unfrozen so I settled for Greek yogurt and frozen blueberries instead of the bagel, a better choice in the end I think. Afterwards I rushed a quick shower and headed to Rio for a wax appointment. While there are some advantages to a morning wax, I don't think I'm going to do it again because I spent the rest of my work day with my skirt sticking to me every time I sat down. It was incredibly uncomfortable and terribly embarrassing all at the same time, but easily ignored because of the searing pain in my ear. I am the proud and miffed owner of an outer ear infection. I haven't had swimmer's ear in about ten years, so I was a little shocked when the school nurse said I had swimmer's ear. I was even more shocked when my pharmacist told me that I had to pay full price for some ear drops. I told him I would rather sit through an ear infection than pay $130 for ten milliliters of hydrocortisone. The cute pharmacist came to my rescue and called the nurse to see if there was a less expensive option for me. There was and I bought it. I had to spend the first hour of work with my head tilted to the side with a piece of paper towel. I was the joke of the office for a good hour. After work I had to stop at Target and pick up a brand new bundle of toilet paper. I recently flooded my bathroom and even though the toilet paper didn't get very wet the room isn't ventilated so the humidity in the closet killed 17 rolls and I had to pick some new stuff up. Grrr sometimes I hate indoor weather.

So now I'm home and have to do a bunch of journal entries before my on-line class chat about a book I'm now reading for the third time since coming to college. I'm so mad that I wanted to protest but I had to skip the first chat because it interfered with another class. But then after my what is going to be a lack luster class chat I'm having girl's night with Cynthia! Cynthia! is possible the coolest girl I've met so far in Philadelphia, this Ramona Flowers crossed with Tank Girl and a little Kat Dennings thrown in, but without the blow job lips. I haven't seen her since she peaced out on us last weekend and since I'm leaving for Vermont for a week I want to get some friend time in before I spend my weekend serving Main Liners overpriced cheap Italian food all night long.

I made him, I can break him.

God I watch weird television shows with weird dialogue. That's usually where I get my blog titles from. In fact absolutely nothing in the title relates to the content of my blog post, most of the time. So now you all know what's going on up above, though for the life of me I can't remember where this one comes from, probably an ABC Family show or Glenn Martin, DDS. BTWs if you like Kevin Nealon, watch Glenn Martin.

So good news: I don't have work tomorrow. I always have Wednesdays off and usually I go to the beach but I have so much to do before I go up to Vermont. On of my friends had expressed interest in going but then they changed their minds and I'm actually a little grateful that they changed their minds because I would have gone even though I didn't really want to. I'm retarded like that, I do things for my friends sometimes when I don't want to because I feel obligated to as a friend and usually I don't mind because I love my friends, but sometimes I have to think about me.

So bad news: I got into a bit of a fight with a friend tonight. It was really more of a tiff, but I didn't listen to my friend and I think I made him feel a little bit embarrassed and uncomfortable. I feel really bad about that. We were at a bar with another one of my friends and I wouldn't let go of something so he left.  My other friend totally called me out on it later, but then he got tipsy on his beer challenge and forgot about it, but I still feel bad. Sometimes I pick up on things, even things that I don't really care about or make a big deal about, and don't let them go. Even if there is absolutely no point to my argument I still feel like I have to win. I get like that with the people I feel really comfortable around, it's a weird quality about me.

So good news: I bought an amazing strapless push up bra last weekend and I am in LOVE with it. I used to hate strapless because they aren't as supportive as I like on my chest, but I got one from Victoria's Secret a few months ago and I wear it almost all of the time. Last weekend I found a similar one in black with a bit of padding to create plunge and it is perfect. It supports everything and I fill it out. It also helps that I got measured and realized I needed a bigger cup size for that collection. Sometimes I'm worried that when I get pregnant I'm going to have huge chest and will have to hire two men to carry each one around for me. I have several years to contemplate that plan though. I will say that I am in love with this new bra. I was never a fan of any sort of push up because of the false illusion that it creates, but fuck it, this bra is awesome.

I love coming home late form the bar. I get super tired, but am just awake enough to get home and get into bed and fall into a deep sleep. I love having a nice time out with friends and trying new beers with Neil from his beer challenge. I'm a little bummed with my second beer tonight because I couldn't finish it. It got to be too sticky and sweet by the end, but I did love Neil's beer with the piggies on the can. Not so much the beer, a little hoppy, but the dancing pigs on an orange can were cute and fun. 

Martin feels pregnant.

Crazy weekend. I'm not even sure how I managed to fit everything in that I did or that I even made it to Monday, but it happened and now it's Monday. After Thursday's adventures in eating which led to a very slow Friday morning breakfast at Yonni's with Cynthia! It was Israeli themed, very delightful assortment of foods especially the vegetable salad. Anyways after work I had double work and then went out. My night was extremely slow and I only pulled about $60 and was going to go home when Yonni asked if I wanted to go out with him and some of his friends. He caught me at just the right moment going out the door because I was all set to go home and take a shower and just go to bed, but instead I dug my other set of work clothes and drove out to meet them. While I was routing around in my car I had a nice conversation about how I'm from Vermont with our sous chef T. I don't actually know what T's real name is because it's just what everyone calls him. I should also start carrying around eyeliner with me because I didn't have a lot of makeup on at work and no one else had any with them before I left for the bar. It happened again Saturday night too when I went out again. Friday was a good night: Yonni did karaoke to Lady Gaga. I also got a chance to meet a couple of his friends. Very nice people, I particularly enjoyed his friend's girlfriend. She had a lovely personality and was incredibly funny. She also introduced Yon to Jerseylicious. He already does his own version of GTL, maybe a little Hebrew with a Jersey accent now.

Saturday I woke up early and drove out to Lancaster to see my mom who was down visiting my grandfather. It was a nice visit. We went out to breakfast at some kitschy country place. The food was good but it had a very religiously oppressed feeling to it, but you get that feeling anyways when you're in Lancaster County. There was a book rack with books for sale to keep waiting guests entertained. My two personal favorites were 52 Lies Heard in Church Every Sunday and The Big Book of Church Jokes.

There were a couple other Amish romance stories but I had to stop to eat. After breakfast we drove out to Palmyra to get Lebanon bologna for my dad. Lance only likes a very specific hard, extra dry bologna that comes in a cloth sack from a small specialty meat store with a German name where he grew up. Every time my mom goes without him she picks up the wrong one and there are only two to choose from. This time we made sure to call Lance before purchasing. She also kept picking things up and offering to buy them for me and my friends. I personally don't care for shoefly pie but if Yonni or Marg do I can give them directions to the place. After Palmyra was Lititz. Lititz is a smaller quainter version of Hershey that always smells of a better tasting chocolate due to the small factory that melts and molds chocolate almost every day of the week. We had lunch at a really charming cafe where the waitresses are dressed up as Victorian newsboys. The food was really really good and I may even drive back to visit again even though I've had more than my fair share of small yuppy towns. After lunch my mom had a strong desire to get her eyebrows waxed so she took me to get my nails done and then we did a little shopping. I've developed an obsession with the Lacie collection from Victoria's Secret and I've been trying to collect something in every color available, except for the ones with glitter. The still look a little tacky for me. I came home afterwards and then went over to Yonni's for more Israeli food.It was a nice time with Yonni, Cynthia! and Harry. Later I did the Cricket circuit with him and his sister. I didn't drink much, but when we left I got really really warm almost to the point that I thought I was going to pass out on his kitchen floor. I don't know what's going on but that's the second time that that's happened to me this summer and I'm starting to think that it's hormones from my birth control. I'm not thrilled if that's the case because the other forms out there don't look very appealing to me unless I've had three kids or want to gain three hundred pounds. I eventually fell asleep though and woke up Sunday feeling well rested and a little paranoid that I was getting sick. Summer colds are no fun.

Work was super slow Sunday morning. I made about fifty bucks for lunch and then got cut. I would have been made but there were absolutely no reservations on the books and with eleven servers on I thought it would be fair to let someone else try and make some money. I'm really excited that we have one of our old bartenders back. He's crazy but he does good bar business. After work I was maybe going to see a  movie but then when my plans got postponed I passed out. I wasn't even aware that I was tired until I laid down and then was completely shocked to wake up around 10:30pm. I only nap like that when I'm sick and my body needs extra rest so I think that I just needed some extra rest time to kick whatever I had going on. I only woke up too because I had a billion texts from my mom, Yonni and Neil. My mom just had to tell me she made it home before she went to bed and Neil wanted me to go to the bar with him and some people from work. If I hadn't already been in bed I would have considered it, but I told him that we would go out tomorrow night and play quizzo and have Ryan serve us kitchen messups. Sasha can come too! Yonni texted to tell me to blog and how he's really into Jerseylicious. I was going to write after that but then when I laid my head down again I didn't wake up until this morning.  I really needed the sleep I guess because I feel completely fine today and ready for running after work and maybe a showing of X-Men. I also need to get contact with Marg and see if she wants to go to Zavah before I head up to Vermont this weekend.

Who's having breakfast? You and the husband?

And Cynthia! too! Can't forget her. The title comes from a text that I got from a friend last night. It's about myself and another friend that I have breakfast with on a sort of regular basis. I laughed for about twenty minutes when I got the text and then I told my "husband" about it. I don't think he thought it was as funny as I did, but he should have because it is hilarious! Plus as much as I love love LOVE my friend I have absolutely no desire to marry him. Maybe cohabitate in a groovy multiple bedroom castle with a moat and some gentle crocodiles, but no marriage for us. Plus I'm still holding out for a proposal from Dan O'Brien.

This is Dan.

Anyways I have been eating for the last fourteen hours and I am full. Too full. It started with dinner last night. Anna and I took Martin to the Llanerch for a late dinner last night and we all overate. It was gross, but so delightful. Martin was on his third dinner because I told him to grab something to eat early in case it we didn't go until ten so he started with a burrito from Q'doba. And then apparently Lisa's roommate made something delicious that he had to get in on and that was his second dinner. We picked up Martin at 8pm for his third dinner where he ordered French onion soup and a meatball sub with a side of fries. He did eat everything though, Anna and I were impressed and we both eat a lot when we go to the Llanerch. Anna's cute because she won't eat when she goes with her boyfriend, but with me and Martin she goes all out. At the end of dinner he promptly announces that he felt pregnant, which I then promptly texted Dr. A and told him to be on the lookout for Martin in case he goes into labor during his presentation. Dr. A thought we were drinking and I had to explain that Martin just ate a lot and had a food baby. So funny.

When I got home I was so full and my hallway smelt disgusting: all warm and ethnic foody with a little rotten mixed in. I had to run to my apartment to keep from vomiting all over the hallway. So gross. It was a great feeling being full because I just got in bed and fell asleep watching Law and Order: SVU. I have gotten was into that show almost to the point where I have to hide under my blankets while I watch it. So sketchy in the world. I almost couldn't wake up this morning from such the excellent sleep, but I had to for my workshop. I decided to go wireless this time and stay in bed for my workshop. Such an excellent choice to do my workshop in my pajamas and just lay in bed listening to my peers talk about my piece and also read HelloGiggles articles too. I'm such a bad multitasker student. It's a good thing I don't use my computer in class.

After workshop I went back to sleep for a little bit but then I overslept and had to rush for Israeli breakfast with Yonni and Cynthia! No Kyle again. Sad face. Israeli breakfast is great because it's light but filling at the same time and has so much more flavor than cereal. He made an excellent vegetable salad with tomatoes, scallions, peppers, cucumbers and seasonings. So delicious and easy to make. I had to eat little by little because I was still so full from last night. I also had some lovely Israeli coffee with some cinnamon and a little orange juice added in. It tasted like spiced orange coffee. AMAZING!

Swallowing makes my tummy hurt.

Hebrew Friend beat me to it, but yesterday I went to the beach with some friends. I wasn't even thinking beach trip when he called me Tuesday and asked what time we should leave by. And when he said that he wanted to drive and that there were a few extra people coming I wasn't even thinking about where we would be going. I was just excited that there would be more than just myself this time. While I am all for alone time on the beach it is nice to have others around to talk to and go swimming with. I was also thinking that we would be going somewhere other than the state park since Yonni's a big fan of the southern beaches as well as the state park. I guess he's found his spot though because he asked for the park pass and knew exactly where to go down at the far end. It was a really nice selection of people who were with me too. There was my Hebrew Friend of course, but also Erin a girl I used to work with and Dev a lady that went to school with Yonni. I hadn't seen Erin at all since I left my job at the bookstore so it was nice catching up with her and I had only spoke a few words past hello with Dev when I first met her so it was excellent to get to know her as well.

Leaving Philadelphia it was extremely hot so we had the air conditioning on in the car for the ride down, but when we got out onto the beach we found it to be rather chilly and windy. The water was excellent with big waves and much warmer than it had been, but a few hours in I was huddled under two towels trying to keep as warm as possible. I swear it was going to storm, but then the sun came out and warmed us all up. Some even got a bit sunburned. It was nice to have so many people in the group because it gave us more things to do with each other. Yon brought a Frisbee as always though the wind made it hard to throw well at some points and Dev brought an excellent card game called Five Crowns. It was a bit like gin rummy and poker all mixed together but with a double deck of cards. The cards were really beautifully illustrated and reminded me of characters from an ancient Babylonian royal family or something you would have seen on one of the crusades. I even got a chance to read a little from Lolita and write in my log book. I showed the book to Yonni, but it's not finished and there isn't a whole lot about him in it. I need to start writing his stories down too so that he has a place in the archives. I want to finish the log book by the beginning of next summer so I need to be more diligant about writing in it.

After about six hours of beach time, my uncle invited us over for dinner and a chance to use a real toilet. Everyone agreed to some food before the trip home and I warned them that he likes to talk a lot. It seemed like a good time was had by all, Dev was really wonderful with my uncle, I think he liked her the best. It was a quick visit because we were all tired and wanted to get home. By the time we were back at Yonni's house I could barely keep my eyes open. I helped him clean up our beach mess as best as I could before I had to get back to my apartment and crash. It was wonderful to be tired from the sun and swimming because I soon fell soundly asleep and didn't even get a chance to read my Hebrew Friend's beach review until I woke up this morning. It has really been a wonderful summer so far. Vermont in a couple of weeks.

Did you come all the way down here just to play hide the salami?

For some reason right now my nose hurts. I'm not entirely sure why because it's not broken or dmanaged and from the outside it looks perfectly fine: small, alpine sloped, and a smattering of freckles along the bridge. For some reason though it just hurts. Maybe it's foretelling that something's about to happen like fisherman who get sore bones when it's about to storm. Hmmm, interesting superpower.

So I recently facebook stalked some people from high school to kill some time before class one night and lo and behold two girls from the same circle of friends are pregnant. Now I know that this is not some sort of pregnancy pact kind of thing but it was kind of ironic that they were two girls from a group that called themselves the Blonde Squad growing up. I'll leave you to ponder that for a second. Anyways one of them is in school to becoming a nurse and is almost complete. She was on her school's soccer team and works extra hard to make money for herself and now for the new little baby that is on the way. While we were never extremely close in school, we did work together in a lot of the same classes. I always respected this girl for pulling herself out of a tough life and not letting personal issues hold her back. While this unexpected pregancy could have derailed her completely, she has kept herself together and is using her unborn child to push herself to work harder than ever to accomplish her goals so that she can give her child the best in life that she can offer. The other girl from high school that is pregnant is an interesting personality. Brought up as a potential olympian in downhill skiing, she has always been a "free spirit" with an intense faith in God that sometimes rivals some of my mother's friends. The oldest of four children, she was actively involved in helping to raise her siblings before leaving for school and now that she is back she is still very family oriented. She writes a small blog dedicated to her pregnancy experiences and while some of the posts are flighty, there are a couple that are very endearing and honest about being a young, single mother in a town that often tries to push these situations under the rug. Now I have no intention of having a child before thirty and can not possibly comprehend my life right now with a child, especially when I can barely take care of myself sometimes, I do have to commend these girls especially the former for being so dedicated to their situations and and not letting their lives become completely derailed.

Off the pregnancy track, I am going to the beach for the day tomorrow which means a full night of homework for me. I'm going with my Hebrew Friend and maybe a couple of other people so it is guaranteed to be a good time, especially with this hot and lovely weather we are experiencing in the city right now. I also just got HappyThankYouMorePlease from Netflix so once I finish this and then my homework and remember to make the rice this time, I will watch it and let you all know how it goes. It's written by the guy from How I Met Your Mother and I think that he may have also directed it too. It looks like a cool indie flick about a writer and his friends, something I usually go for, but it was the line: "My great shame as a writer is that I’m just this suburban kid with good parents. Hardly Dickensian, you know what I’m saying?"

Bestie is back from Israel, finally.

I'm having a strong desire for a root beer float right now. I can't remember the last time I had one, but I'm pretty sure that I was still in high school and it was summer and I was living at home in Vermont. Root beer floats are the most impractical dessert to make when you live alone because you have to buy a hefty quantity of root beer and ice cream, much more than a person of one would want. I need to do some sleuthing and figure out which one of my friends likes root beer floats and then make two really big ones and light off the bag of fireworks I have in my closet.

One of my besties has returned from Israel. Yes, Hebrew Friend is back from the Holy Land. I went to pick him up from the airport in New Jersey early this morning and getting there was like going through the storms of storms. It started in Bristol. I could see giant bolts of lightening and the sky was black-purple. I wish I had had my sister's camera with me to take pictures of the sky. I'm a big fan of nature photographs especially the dark dangerous ones. Anyways after about an hour of hydroplaning I made it to Newark and picked up Yonni and brought him back to jolly ol' Pennsylvania. Yonni really is fantastic. All I asked for was pictures and he brought me back bath salts from the Dead Sea and a beautiful bottle of red wine from Israel. The label in all in Hebrew with Braille on the back. I'm going to save it for something special, maybe a going away dinner. He had some really excellent stories that he might share on his blog once he gets a chance to settle back into America. We chatted for a while and then went out to a diner to meet up with Kyle and another of their friends. Kyle and I had an excellent bonding moment over living abroad and driving through the Deep South. He really ought to come back to brunch with Yonni, Cynthia!, and me. There will be bacon.

Afterwards I had to head home. I had been awake for almost 30 hours and had worked a closing shift at Bucca. I was full from eating my body weight in fruit, which is a delicious feeling but makes me feel super full and sleepy. I got home around 11:30am and slept until 4:30pm. I had to get up so I wouldn't be up all night though I'm feeling pretty "up" right now. I went shopping for a little bit once I got up so could get out of the apartment. It was excellent over at Suburban Square. No one was there because it was the end of the day and a holiday weekend. I just with I had thought to go to VS first to pick up new underwear and then do the rest of my shopping. I have a ridiculous obsession with all things lace and I had wanted to pick up some new items, but I can save that for Tuesday.

I thought about going to the shore tomorrow, but I don't want to have to get up at 6am just to get turned away from an already filled up state park. Instead I'm going to stay in the city and head over to see my aunt in the afternoon. I can save the beach for another Wednesday if it means not having to wake up at the crack of dawn and get back in my car tomorrow morning. 

We haven't been dating long enough to have an anniversary.

It is 12:31am on a Wednesday and I feel incredibly beautiful right now. When I look in the mirror right now I see perfect freckles and blue eyes!

Okay on Wednesday I was on crack apparently. Really I had just gotten back from the bar in Narberth where I been out by myself stuffing my face and drinking Holy Moses White Ale. I spent more time eating than drinking, but still creepy old men wanted to talk to me and buy me beer. It was funny too because there were a couple of cougars in the place left over from quizzo night and they were going after him for cigarettes and trying to get him to go outside with them, but he stayed a stool to my right the entire time that I was there. It was kind of annoying at first, but then I just decided to become friendly with the bartender and spent the rest of the night chatting with him about bartending and the Jersey shore. It was also determined that I was responsible for emptying a bottle of bitters over the last couple of weeks. The bartender told me that I was the only one who ever orders it and I don't even drink it with alcohol. I do want to try an Old Fashioned sometime I just don't want to lay down the money if I can help it. That's why I love the Penn Valley so much because the bartender there will let me taste what he's making. Delicious and educational.

Wednesday morning I got up early and drove to the shore. It was a quick visit just a day in the sun and then home at night. I have to remember to pack some heavy duty bug spray when I go back this weekend because the horseflies were biting hard and by late afternoon it was either get in the water, get in the car, or be eaten alive. I did the water thing for a while. The ocean has warmed up considerably, however there had been a storm the night before so everything was still a little churned up and had a slightly fishy smell that got unpleasant after a while. The tide was extremely low all day, which I think was in part because of the storm. I had never seen the beach so flat even during regular low tides. It was nice to be able to walk out so far into the water and still have it be lower than my hip. Late afternoon though I had to get out of there and while I was packing up my car some guy approached me and started talking about the bay and how to get over there to take a picture of the foxes that live around there. I tried to politely shut him up and then I he asked me to go hiking with him, but I told I had other plans and was leaving. Twice this week I've been a magnate for totally creepy guys; I need to start keeping my pepper spray in my car from now on.

Last night I saw Transformers 3 with Neil. We went to the late show in Manayunk which was fun. It was a total date night for us. I wore lipstick and carried a big purse to sneak cheap food in and he bought my ticket. Now I thought that Transformers 2 was good, but OMG this one was amazing, and so funny too. Usually when movies are loaded with several high profile actors it's best not to expect much, but everyone was top notch. I kept whispering to Neil every time we were introduced to someone amazing. Seriously Frances McDormand as the head of NIA and John Malkovich as Sam's crazy boss was phenomenal. I was excited to hear Leonard Nimoy's voice as Sentinel, but it was Ken Jeong who stole the film with his part as a paranoid ex-NASA employee. I had a hard time buying Patrick Dempsey as an evil villain, but that's because I'm so used to him as the steamy Dr. McDreamy. The only one who wasn't outstanding was Rosie, but she's still new to acting. I will say that her hair was phenomenal in every shot, but as the movie progressed even Neil asked why she was still there. It was nice to see that Shia has evolved as an actor, but that he still hasn't lost the comedic from his Even Stevens days. I just wish we had seen more of the Whiwicky parents.

Wish I had a Camaro.