i am a complete dork.. i will be the first one to admit it.. i would rather play laser tag and go roller skating than go to the bar and get drunk.. if i like a boy, i flirt like i am in the second grade by making fun of them and starting fights.. i think cheesy pick up lines are the funniest thing ever and still watch cartoons on weekend mornings.. my all time favorite cd that i still blast is the backstreet boys complete hits.. and i totally wish everyday that the side ponytail will come back into style.
but, for a random stranger to call all of this out at random.. so not cool.
i am walking to the subway after work today. bopping once again to my ipod.. except it died. i keep my headphones in to ward of strangers and unwanted conversation.. so im waiting to cross the street and cars are wizzing by.. a guy on a bike is peddling his little heart out, stops, laughs right in my face, calls me a dork, and continues on his merry way. wtf?!
not cool mister, not cool.
10.25.2007
10.17.2007
red head.. blond brain
so my hair didn't wash out - but that's a good thing. i have had the same hair color for 48 hours and that is the longest one has stuck in the past week. yay!
due to exhaustion, i went to be at a late 9:15 last nite.. aka right after dinner. at 2am nature calls and i have to pee. i drag my disoriented self out of bed and walk to the bathroom, do my business, and collapse right back into bed. i fell asleep in a weird, twisted position so i (still half asleep) sit up to scoot back to whatever position it is i was aiming for and somehow wind up doing a somersault Ariel out of my bed and crash onto the floor. i look up and see my bookcase and i am like this is not my bed and how did this happen. i drag myself up into be and sleep for another 3 hours.
wake up this morning and while in the shower realize i have the worst headache. get out of shower and go about doing my morning/gettting ready for work routine. i have a HUGE bump on my forehead. great.
i probably had a concussion. and am in the weirdest mood. perhaps it is my new addiction to coffee and the high.
due to exhaustion, i went to be at a late 9:15 last nite.. aka right after dinner. at 2am nature calls and i have to pee. i drag my disoriented self out of bed and walk to the bathroom, do my business, and collapse right back into bed. i fell asleep in a weird, twisted position so i (still half asleep) sit up to scoot back to whatever position it is i was aiming for and somehow wind up doing a somersault Ariel out of my bed and crash onto the floor. i look up and see my bookcase and i am like this is not my bed and how did this happen. i drag myself up into be and sleep for another 3 hours.
wake up this morning and while in the shower realize i have the worst headache. get out of shower and go about doing my morning/gettting ready for work routine. i have a HUGE bump on my forehead. great.
i probably had a concussion. and am in the weirdest mood. perhaps it is my new addiction to coffee and the high.
10.14.2007
live blonde or die trying..
since birth, i have been a blond.. and so this weekend i decided to play around out of sheer boredom. i went to my old store and picked up some hair dye, it was light golden brown and a color that would wash out in 6-12 washings, so i buy a bottle and have a friend help me out on it. midway thru the dying process, we realize we have too much hair for dye, so she had to run out and buy another bottle. that was faux pas #1 of many..
after that, we wait the twenty minutes and then go about washing it out and drying to reveal the final color. the color orange. so then we are examining it - it is not pretty. so we hike back to the store for the third time, and go to the hair product aisle. get there and decide to drop the golden part and go medium brown. okay, set.
dye, rinse, repeat. this time i am a certified brunette. it was actually kind of nice. made my eyes stand out, so i was like this can work for a week or two without any problems.
problem number one came a few hours later. go to the gym saturday afternoon and am working out on the elliptical and finish my routine. i scratched the back of my neck and then went to wipe the sweat onto a towel. this is when i realized my hand looked as if i drenched it in muddy water. i was sweating brunette.
go home and run into the shower. must finish rinsing all the dye out.
by the time i am done with the shower, the bottom of the tub needs a scrubbing because it is also now brown. but my hair isn't anymore. it is now a lovely shade of orange. remember the singer vitamin c.. THAT color. yuk. but at this point there is not much i can do about it..
wake up sunday and go tot he gym to test myself and see if i will leak brown again. i did, and i even dyed the side of my face so it looks like i have a bruise near my temple. i am going to tell people i got in a fight. it is easier. go about my day and have a double header. i forgot my cap, but had a visor with me. that would work. work in the sense that it exposed only the top of my head to the sunlight. the result - green streaks.
so now i am sporting this seasons hottest hair color - brown/blond/orange/green.
i called up my hair dresser in a panic - and since she is oh so fabulous, i will be blond in less than 24 hours. in the meantime i will be rocking out with the green hair to work tomorrow, can't wait for the jokes.
only me.
after that, we wait the twenty minutes and then go about washing it out and drying to reveal the final color. the color orange. so then we are examining it - it is not pretty. so we hike back to the store for the third time, and go to the hair product aisle. get there and decide to drop the golden part and go medium brown. okay, set.
dye, rinse, repeat. this time i am a certified brunette. it was actually kind of nice. made my eyes stand out, so i was like this can work for a week or two without any problems.
problem number one came a few hours later. go to the gym saturday afternoon and am working out on the elliptical and finish my routine. i scratched the back of my neck and then went to wipe the sweat onto a towel. this is when i realized my hand looked as if i drenched it in muddy water. i was sweating brunette.
go home and run into the shower. must finish rinsing all the dye out.
by the time i am done with the shower, the bottom of the tub needs a scrubbing because it is also now brown. but my hair isn't anymore. it is now a lovely shade of orange. remember the singer vitamin c.. THAT color. yuk. but at this point there is not much i can do about it..
wake up sunday and go tot he gym to test myself and see if i will leak brown again. i did, and i even dyed the side of my face so it looks like i have a bruise near my temple. i am going to tell people i got in a fight. it is easier. go about my day and have a double header. i forgot my cap, but had a visor with me. that would work. work in the sense that it exposed only the top of my head to the sunlight. the result - green streaks.
so now i am sporting this seasons hottest hair color - brown/blond/orange/green.
i called up my hair dresser in a panic - and since she is oh so fabulous, i will be blond in less than 24 hours. in the meantime i will be rocking out with the green hair to work tomorrow, can't wait for the jokes.
only me.
10.08.2007
school prepares you for the real world - which also sucks.
so i am doing that seasonal cloth switch - throwing all the summer clothes in bags for the attic and unpacking all the winter clothes i forgot about that i need to try on bc fat-ass likes to eat and needs a new wardrobe. anyway - so i just pulled out one of my favorite shirts of all time and went into a depression.
its a plain long sleeve t-shirt and it reads "COLLEGE LIFE." and i think its time that we part our ways. sucky, suck, sucks.
sister came home for the weekend and left this morning to go back to school. it's the first time that she left to go back to NP without me, while i was at home at least. it's so strange. i always feel like i am okay, but the reality of it is that it sucks.
[word of the day: sucks]
never leave college. fail classes, van wilder it up.
i have a good job, great friends, i am living the life i wanted- saving money, dating, random trips on weekends, reconnected with old friends.. i really do live my life - - but i miss the comfort called college, the drama, the friends living in close quarters - i know it will never happen again.. and that - yes, you guessed it.. suckkkkkks.
you know what else sucks..
getting stung by a bee in the ass. that happened just a little while ago. i am driving home from the gym and have all my windows open bc it feels like july and not october outside. well, i pull up to a stop light around the corned from my house and this giant bee flies in my window and into the door handle. so now i am trying to kill it by not even touching the napkin i was squashing it with, i was using a pen, because i didn't want to get stung. ironic, right? so then i get it out of the hole it fell in and it drops and i guess it was injured and couldn't fly and i couldn't find it and just assumed it flew out the window.. dumbass.
it fell on my seat. i get home and get out of my car and then realize i forgot something so go back in the drivers seat and sit to reach over the back.. OUCH. mother fucker got me right in the ass. funny right? no.
im going to dope up on benadryl and watch the yankees WIN.
because they, they do NOT suck.
its a plain long sleeve t-shirt and it reads "COLLEGE LIFE." and i think its time that we part our ways. sucky, suck, sucks.
sister came home for the weekend and left this morning to go back to school. it's the first time that she left to go back to NP without me, while i was at home at least. it's so strange. i always feel like i am okay, but the reality of it is that it sucks.
[word of the day: sucks]
never leave college. fail classes, van wilder it up.
i have a good job, great friends, i am living the life i wanted- saving money, dating, random trips on weekends, reconnected with old friends.. i really do live my life - - but i miss the comfort called college, the drama, the friends living in close quarters - i know it will never happen again.. and that - yes, you guessed it.. suckkkkkks.
you know what else sucks..
getting stung by a bee in the ass. that happened just a little while ago. i am driving home from the gym and have all my windows open bc it feels like july and not october outside. well, i pull up to a stop light around the corned from my house and this giant bee flies in my window and into the door handle. so now i am trying to kill it by not even touching the napkin i was squashing it with, i was using a pen, because i didn't want to get stung. ironic, right? so then i get it out of the hole it fell in and it drops and i guess it was injured and couldn't fly and i couldn't find it and just assumed it flew out the window.. dumbass.
it fell on my seat. i get home and get out of my car and then realize i forgot something so go back in the drivers seat and sit to reach over the back.. OUCH. mother fucker got me right in the ass. funny right? no.
im going to dope up on benadryl and watch the yankees WIN.
because they, they do NOT suck.
10.04.2007
The Logic Behind the Bleach
so i was talking to my friend MC on the ferry today about my day like we do daily and i mentioned that i should start a tv show or a blog about my life because it is a little more than mildly entertaining, so here we are.
i am not writing this for anyone other than myself and i will try not to bore myself doing so.. this just may happen to be an outline for my autobiography later down the line.
side note: i am random - and i will write random so bare with me.
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i started a diet on monday. i don't think i went a thirty minute span without eating today. once i know i am on a diet it makes me hungry, i think i need to stop thinking about it and see where it goes, but be back... need to get more food
ice cream - yum.
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today - 845am - not so happy about going into work, tired. bopping out to my ipod.. guns and roses i believe, sweet child of mine [good song] - walking into my building thru the revolving door. boring story right? wrong.
so im "revolving" and my ipod falls off the headphones so i bend over to pick it up, and then coming back up to standing position - i bang my head on the handle, nice. so im like ughh let's go... so i push the glass in front of my and i slam into it, stuck - not moving. i readjust my body position so that i can push the door harder - but my foot is stuck, well my shoe. my flip flop flopped and didn't pull it's weight on the flipping part because it has now jammed the door still.. to make matter worse, i trapped a man in another 'quarter' of the door who was leaving the building. so now im pushing, pulling, everything i can do to get the damn shoe out from under the door - no luck. so now the security desk and smokers outside are getting involved with this rescue attempt. fifteen minutes have now passed and there is talk about calling the fire department. THANK GOD a man pulled it out in minute nineteen.
who does that?! who does that happen to?! only me. and hence the reason for the blog. i feel like i have a lot of stories like that.
i am not writing this for anyone other than myself and i will try not to bore myself doing so.. this just may happen to be an outline for my autobiography later down the line.
side note: i am random - and i will write random so bare with me.
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i started a diet on monday. i don't think i went a thirty minute span without eating today. once i know i am on a diet it makes me hungry, i think i need to stop thinking about it and see where it goes, but be back... need to get more food
ice cream - yum.
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today - 845am - not so happy about going into work, tired. bopping out to my ipod.. guns and roses i believe, sweet child of mine [good song] - walking into my building thru the revolving door. boring story right? wrong.
so im "revolving" and my ipod falls off the headphones so i bend over to pick it up, and then coming back up to standing position - i bang my head on the handle, nice. so im like ughh let's go... so i push the glass in front of my and i slam into it, stuck - not moving. i readjust my body position so that i can push the door harder - but my foot is stuck, well my shoe. my flip flop flopped and didn't pull it's weight on the flipping part because it has now jammed the door still.. to make matter worse, i trapped a man in another 'quarter' of the door who was leaving the building. so now im pushing, pulling, everything i can do to get the damn shoe out from under the door - no luck. so now the security desk and smokers outside are getting involved with this rescue attempt. fifteen minutes have now passed and there is talk about calling the fire department. THANK GOD a man pulled it out in minute nineteen.
who does that?! who does that happen to?! only me. and hence the reason for the blog. i feel like i have a lot of stories like that.
9.26.2007
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