1. Gained at least 10lbs
2. Managed to not throw up from drinking for a whole year, mainly because I stopped drinking
3. Became infatuated with couponing
4. Fell in lust with goat cheese
5. Got a leopard print foot tattoo because I am a leopard print whore
….and more
go shawty- its my birfday, gonna party like…. oh wait, not partying, going to spend 3 hours in chemistry lecture… w00t
It’s a little known fact but I’ve always wanted to watch fireworks with someone I love and it’s never happened. I’m 24. Two years in a row I broke up with my boyfriend on the third of july because he refused to be with me for the 4th. I don’t know what it is about fireworks (even though incredibly cliche) but they just make you feel really happy to be alive, and they just make you want to hold onto someone. This fourth of July I’m laying in my bed watching Showtime home alone. I didn’t see one firework the whole weekend, and I didn’t have to see one frickin couple holding hands or hugging, and I’ve never been happier. And I don’t plan on watching fireworks with anyone until I can do it the way I want to. Exactly how I want to. I want to be able to associate them with elation and not self-pity.
I find this to be true. And I find that as a facebook user, Colleen is making me feel like an American Idol watcher. But, to my credit, I did cut down from 700 to 96 friends.
Zadie Smith takes an interesting look at Facebook and our generation in her review of the Social Network. It’s worth the full read, but I pulled the graphs I really liked:
When a human being becomes a set of data on a website like Facebook, he or she is reduced. Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility. In a way it’s a transcendent experience: we lose our bodies, our messy feelings, our desires, our fears.
i find that i am now too impatient to dunk my oreos in milk, but rather bite half and simultaneously gulp some milk. maybe i should slow down a little.
of no more fucked up decisions and fucked up guys and fucked up decisions about guys. most importantly the most evil one. if i cant go to a wedding, i cant go to a wedding. if i cant go to any weddings, fine, i wont go. “if you’re allergic to apples and someone throws a wedding with entirely apples, well then i guess you can’t go, right? right. same thing with people.” -best advice ever.
if you need a workout just try moving a bookcase with 300 textbooks on it and then rearranging them into categories. holy effing shit i’m about to throw up. again.
honestly the 300 textbooks is a strong deterrent to moving. especially to a walkup.
Yesterday on the train home I ate half a bag of grapes that had been in my bag all day before I realized that they were moldy.
