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.