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Nuv is a Bitch
Sep. 3rd, 2005 | 03:13 pm
I'm glad i'm running again. this time i'm not psycho about it either. i do NOT feel guilty that i ate taco bell at 230 am last night--well maybe a little. no more drunk bulimia for me!
last night turned out well--i had a bad week, i was emotional, irrational, irritated-- i know i have a lot of issues with Nick and most of the time I'm very aware of my choices and understand why we are where we are--sometimes i'm still so angry and bitter. but anyways, basically the U.S. Census Bureau saved us yesterday--i was refusing to talk to nick and i definitely wasn't going to go out last night. i came home from my stupid interview and drank a lot of wine, passing out to Beetlejuice around 7 pm. but then the Census people came busting in and when they asked Nick what his important duties at work are and when he answered "walking" i lightened up. heheee walking! my funny nicky---
so we went to the good old Locker room for Lisa Kissel's birthday. Nikole played the "talk to boys you don't like to get free drinks" game. Ricker made a brief appearance. Justin got on a bar stool and pumped his arm in the air for an hour straight, regardless of whether any songs were actually playing. The DJs loved him--i jumped around a lot. thats how i like to dance.--never for real. Justin made me so happy when he came to me and said "do you want to dance...and by that i mean jump around." we finished off the night with finally having our requested "my girl likes to party all the time" eddie murphy song played and of course Party Ball came out. I think Party Ball deserves to be capitalized. the DJs liked nick a lot too when he started twirling on the ground and then dropped to throw some push ups in there--times like that make me miss college and the rest of the guys so much. Poofa and Jim and Ricker were deeply missed by me last night.
oh and i had on a tube top last night and when i was jumping apparently it fell down and no one told me until Nikole saw me and came and pulled it up. i felt like Tara Reid. i had a bra on but i can just imagine how i looked--a drunk flakey girl oblivious that her friggin SHIRT fell off.
i'm finally going to boston on September 22nd through the 25th. i'm quite excited. it's always my dream to see anca when i lost a lot of weight and looking beautiful and successful and "composed" (as i was just informed i'm not even close to) but once again, i haven't quite completed my goals. so instead i'll go see my ancafishy and we'll most definitely get in at least two fights but it just wouldn't be US if we didnt spend a significant amount of time arguing. maybe we'll even get to run together--she's the only person i ever enjoyed running with because we were so strangely well-matched. I love thinking about that--how our identical political and life views can't be a coincidence--it is just because we have raised each other. I mean of course we have a ton of differences in our thoughts--but there is no one else in the world who i agree with and respect on the most basic issues--even with nick, some of the time i think he's a moron and too stupid to be alive.
If i had a lot of money, i'd go some place once every four weekends. I'd visit anca, jenny seba and amber on a regular basis. I'd also maybe go check out Jim's place in Seattle, and maybe even Atlanta and Poofa--it would be so easy to maintain long distance friendships if i was rich!
well i'm rambling this long because i'm waiting for laundry to be finished at my parents house. they left for 4 days and left the air conditioning blasting. I love stealing from my parents--like taking full bottles of cleaning supplies and food--I vacillated for quite some time today about takin some expensive hair serum from my mom, but i decided that would be too cruel, in case she is counting on it.
tomorrow nuv, justin, nick, kristen, maybe nikole--and me are going up north. my sister and her people are already up there. I'm excited. i can (try to) chase lily around the clearing, eat and drink a lot, and then sleep in a tent. my parents are so happy up north. they are like different people.
my leg hurts from walking into a bench press machine at Ballys today. that completed my work out.
last night turned out well--i had a bad week, i was emotional, irrational, irritated-- i know i have a lot of issues with Nick and most of the time I'm very aware of my choices and understand why we are where we are--sometimes i'm still so angry and bitter. but anyways, basically the U.S. Census Bureau saved us yesterday--i was refusing to talk to nick and i definitely wasn't going to go out last night. i came home from my stupid interview and drank a lot of wine, passing out to Beetlejuice around 7 pm. but then the Census people came busting in and when they asked Nick what his important duties at work are and when he answered "walking" i lightened up. heheee walking! my funny nicky---
so we went to the good old Locker room for Lisa Kissel's birthday. Nikole played the "talk to boys you don't like to get free drinks" game. Ricker made a brief appearance. Justin got on a bar stool and pumped his arm in the air for an hour straight, regardless of whether any songs were actually playing. The DJs loved him--i jumped around a lot. thats how i like to dance.--never for real. Justin made me so happy when he came to me and said "do you want to dance...and by that i mean jump around." we finished off the night with finally having our requested "my girl likes to party all the time" eddie murphy song played and of course Party Ball came out. I think Party Ball deserves to be capitalized. the DJs liked nick a lot too when he started twirling on the ground and then dropped to throw some push ups in there--times like that make me miss college and the rest of the guys so much. Poofa and Jim and Ricker were deeply missed by me last night.
oh and i had on a tube top last night and when i was jumping apparently it fell down and no one told me until Nikole saw me and came and pulled it up. i felt like Tara Reid. i had a bra on but i can just imagine how i looked--a drunk flakey girl oblivious that her friggin SHIRT fell off.
i'm finally going to boston on September 22nd through the 25th. i'm quite excited. it's always my dream to see anca when i lost a lot of weight and looking beautiful and successful and "composed" (as i was just informed i'm not even close to) but once again, i haven't quite completed my goals. so instead i'll go see my ancafishy and we'll most definitely get in at least two fights but it just wouldn't be US if we didnt spend a significant amount of time arguing. maybe we'll even get to run together--she's the only person i ever enjoyed running with because we were so strangely well-matched. I love thinking about that--how our identical political and life views can't be a coincidence--it is just because we have raised each other. I mean of course we have a ton of differences in our thoughts--but there is no one else in the world who i agree with and respect on the most basic issues--even with nick, some of the time i think he's a moron and too stupid to be alive.
If i had a lot of money, i'd go some place once every four weekends. I'd visit anca, jenny seba and amber on a regular basis. I'd also maybe go check out Jim's place in Seattle, and maybe even Atlanta and Poofa--it would be so easy to maintain long distance friendships if i was rich!
well i'm rambling this long because i'm waiting for laundry to be finished at my parents house. they left for 4 days and left the air conditioning blasting. I love stealing from my parents--like taking full bottles of cleaning supplies and food--I vacillated for quite some time today about takin some expensive hair serum from my mom, but i decided that would be too cruel, in case she is counting on it.
tomorrow nuv, justin, nick, kristen, maybe nikole--and me are going up north. my sister and her people are already up there. I'm excited. i can (try to) chase lily around the clearing, eat and drink a lot, and then sleep in a tent. my parents are so happy up north. they are like different people.
my leg hurts from walking into a bench press machine at Ballys today. that completed my work out.