August 2011
1 post
Red hair about 8 inches shorter than it is currently, a new wardrobe of pencil skirts and 50s dresses, a new lexicon and a penchant for ordering champagne. Plus a fabulous job on Capitol Hill. Coming Fall 2011.
January 2010
2 posts
A few more random things
The government is insanely efficient here
Costa Rica is the most non-violent place ever
I’m going to move here to teach English
Americans do sound like douchebags to foreigners
Costa Rican men are sometimes insanely attractive
Drinking age is 18. But you can buy beer at 15. Um, yes.
December 2009
2 posts
The worst part about the agonizing abdominal pain and the horrible nausea is that I have nobody to blame but myself. (I’m not pregnant. Don’t even try.)
October 2009
4 posts
“You cannot be for justice for just some, you must be for justice for all.”
– Applebaum
I know exactly what song I am going to sing to my groom at my wedding.
September 2009
5 posts
txtsfrmlstnght:
(405): There really should be an “avoid ghetto” option on my GPS.
Haha, this is my area code. 23rd and MLK, holla!
August 2009
5 posts
Oh yeah, I got an iPhone. Expect an onslaught.
Oh yeah, I got an iPhone.
July 2009
1 post
Fruit.
I was introduced to a new fruit today. It has the taste of honeydew melon but the texture of cantaloupe mixed with watermelon. It’s delicious. I have no idea what the name of it is.
March 2009
24 posts
IF YOU’RE WEARING HEADPHONES AND SITTING LITERALLY 50 ENTIRE YARDS AWAY FROM ME AND YOUR MUSIC IS SO FUCKING LOUD THAT I EVEN I CAN’T CONCENTRATE ON WHAT I AM READING,
YOU ARE AN EPIC FAIL AND I HATE YOU.
I am literally bursting at the seams with creativity. I want to take a month off from life and hole myself up inside this house and redecorate the entire thing. New kitchen, new bathrooms, clawfoot tubs, tray ceiling, light fixtures, chair rails, bead board, knock out walls, paint all of the trim white, refinish furniture and cabinets, granite countertops, new hinges and switchplates and hardware,...
WHY THE FUCK DO I EVEN TRY TO DO NICE THINGS FOR FUCKING ANYBODY?
movies i will watch over spring break on my fancy new TV while i am taking care of my ailing mother:
all from redbox, duh.
rachel getting married, cadillac records, changeling, probably all the high school musicals because i’m 12, religulous, rent live on broadway, pineapple express, the wackness, the dark knight, wanted, that stupid sisterhood movie, forgetting sarah marshall, and for...
So, there’s this restaurant back home that has the best Pad Thai in the world. Literally. Bceause it was just on the Food Network as the best Pad Thai in America. So everyone head to Thai Basil in Chantilly, VA and eat a big bowl of Pad Thai for me.
I got my first B of the semester. On my Islam test. Fuuucckkk.
I don’t get off of work until 11 p.m. and I still need to -
finish cleaning my apartment, vacuum it, swiffer it, swiffer wet jet it, clean the toilet and the bathtub, hang up clothes, dust, run the dishwasher and a million other things
clean out my refrigerator until it’s practically empty and take out a million garbage bags
put all of my food into boxes to take to my mother’s...
Today...
8 hour shift at work means…
arabic homework, arabic flashcards, history reading, history flashcards, geography paper, RA cover letter, read sufism crap (much love to the mystics), try not to lose my mind.
I had the STRANGEST dream last night that I was “mediating” in Octomom’s life. Like, I was the only person she could confide in and I was half taking care of all the damn babies. I really hope this isn’t a metaphor.
monday - go to class from 10:30-12:30, work from 1:00-4:00, pack up the car and drive down to mom’s, stopping at galleria furniture, mathis brother’s furniture, target, and a paint store that sells benjamin moore on the way. eat the last meal with my mom and jew before she goes in for surgery, watch house and 24, and start separating the stupid amount of laundry. probably make muffins...
my mom’s dog ran away. her last dog, lexi, that she had for seven years, died 6 months ago. bentley is her new yorkie. now she’s convinced that he’s in a ditch somewhere and she won’t stop crying and i’m heartbroken.
in my world of complaining, i have to pee every five seconds. i know i don’t have urethritis like i did last time because i haven’t had sex...
seeing young people die is the hardest thing i have dealt with in my life thus far. malic should not have died at 19 years old. malic should not have died in a motorcycle accident. nobody should die this young.
i am so ready to burn some fucking bridges.
i’m better than this. i know that i’ve been emotionally unstable for the past, oh, i don’t know, 20 years of my life, but no matter how unstable i am, i will always have respect for myself and i refuse to surround myself with people who do not respect me for who i am.
but honestly, i never thought my best friend would wind up in that...
fact:
the only time i have ever punched a person in my life was about a year ago when i saw a guy push his pregnant wife/girlfriend/whatever off of a porch. i promptly punched him in the face, then kicked him in the balls.
in THREE days, only THREE days, i have been informed of all the following:
- jamie’s wedding shower
- patrick and nicole’s engagement
- brittany and josh having another baby
- jena’s wedding getting moved up because of the obvious
and that i’ll probably get a 1,500 scholarship for study abroad fuck yes!
i have a good ol’ fashioned headache.
this is such a good thing. such a huge deal.
not nerve pain,
not an optical ache,
a plain, normal, vanilla headache.
I’M GETTING BETTER!!
I could eat everything in sight right now. It honestly took me a fucking hour to decide what to eat. I decided on Taco Bueno, which I always decide on Sundays. However, I’ll probably want a donut after this. Then some ice cream, probably an apple pie, some onion rings, a pizza, a patty melt, baked ziti, oh some roasted zucchini, turkey sandwich, god i’m fucing satrvinagd i can’t...
I just filled out my FAFSA and I’m about to bawl my eyes out. My EFC is fucking 6,300 dollars. Are you joking? That’s a YEARS worth of rent. Not one single person in my family, even EXTENDED family, has 6,300 dollars in their bank or savings accounts.
February 2009
50 posts
i have to learn arabic. it’s the only way i can help. i have to be fluent by the end of jordan. i have to help these hopeless refugees. i have to. i have to.
Who’s going to Jordan? I’m going to Jordan!
Who hasn’t eaten today? I haven’t eaten today!
Who found roundtrip airfare for 1300 dollars? I found roundtrip airfare for 1300 dollars!
Who really wants fettuccine alfredo? I really want fettuccine alfredo!
Who needs sleep? I need sleep!
my eyes are dilated and my lips are very chapped.
the amount of panic attacks i suffer per week is above normal.
so i’ve taken new medication for this problem.
i am now mute.
but still having panic attacks.
but my brain isn’t telling my mouth to speak words.
but my brain hurts really bad from trying to make it tell my mouth to open and speak words.
it’s sort of like the feeling of disappointment, but constantly.
I just decided that I want to be a red head. On the to-do list for tomorrow.
let me tell you about one of my pet peeves. MOUTH BREATHING.
okay, one because i hate the sound.
two because it’s so bad for your health. when you mouth breathe, it signals your brain that you’re in trauma, which releases cortisol (the stuff responsible for fight-or-flight), which in turn increases your BP, heart rate and just about everything else. when your body stays this way for...