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May 3rd, 2007

Aw, shit.

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My life is in SHAMBLES. SHAMBLES I tell you!

Seriously. I really don't know quite how I turned so wrong and came to this, and I have know idea how to recover.

So. Vodka?

April 27th, 2007

This morning I went to the grocery store. After I'd picked up a pineapple, it hit me that the grocery store was absurdly crowded for a Thursday morning and that I was in danger of being run over by a soccer mom with three shreiking children in her carriage. It was also way too hot. Claustrophobia set in and stuff started getting fuzzy, so I decided I was leaving and shoved my way into the express (10 items or FEWER, thankyou) line with the pineapple.

The approximately 15-year-old emo-coiffed cashier (stay in school, children) looked at my pineapple and said: 'That's it?'
'There are too many people here. I can't do this right now,' I replied.
'Well. I'm glad to see you have your priorites in order,' he informed me, and then proceeded to ring me up.

I'm still wondering what the hell he meant by that.

March 14th, 2007

Laura's having a Patty's Day cocktail, and the pot of gold is totally going on my feet.

Now I'm just on the hunt for the most over-the-top dress possible. In my head it's kelly green (of course), strapless and has lots of ... tulle. Any ideas where I could buy it?

January 28th, 2007

I refuse to look dowdy.

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Yesterday I went shoe shopping for Sam's wedding. She had mentioned a pair she'd seen at Off Broadway that she thought we'd all like. I went to DSW, thinking, hey, same thing, and came up short. Upon calling her, I learned she doesn't actually care if we have matching shoes, just as long as they're 'platinum, strappy, and open toe.'

So I agonized for a while, texted photos to Rowan, and eventually decided on a sparkly little sandal with a 2-inch heel. 

Then I didn't follow through because I can't buy lame prom-ish shoes I really don't like, especially when I'm told I can get whatever I want within the guidelines. So, determined to find something 'platinum, strappy and open-toe that I might actually want to wear again some day post-wedding, I came home and did a little research.

Polling the readership:

Option A: HOT. But maybe too much? That is a 4.5-inch heel and it ain't MY wedding.

Or option B: CLASSIC. Functional and easy at 3 inches high. Actually hugely remeniscent of my infamous gold stilettos that I adore so much. Certainly filling the strappy requirement. Unfortunately, likely something I wouldn't be overly amped on wearing again unless all my other shoes in colors cooler than platinum were...in the dirty clothes pile?

Jennie and Jill voted B. Danne and my sister voted A. Jen will vote A, no need to wait til she gets back from TRINIDAD to ask her. I'm torn.

Keeping in mind the fact that our bridesmaid dresses are tea-length so our feet will absolutely be seen...ready, set, vote! (please?)

January 26th, 2007

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Someone please tell me what to do with my life. Quickly. I need to know by 5, actually.

I messed up last time I tried to figure it out for myself, so now I just want orders.

September 21st, 2006

Kim: 'I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!'
Jill: 'YOU HAVE MORE CLOTHES THAN ANYONE ELSE I'VE EVER KNOWN! And besides. Who are you trying to impress at work these days anyway?'
Kim: 'Everyone. Always. Everyone.'

10 min. later, twirling, strapless, empire-waist dress with ribbon, cardigan, heels, pearl earrings.

Kim: 'What do you think? Too dressy?'
Jill: 'Not if you're Elizabeth Taylor. Or live in New York.'
Kim: 'Perfect.'

I will not conform.

May 25th, 2006

Okay, so...the black Mac costs $150 more than the white Mac.
There are no differences between the two besides color.
Discuss.

(Also, what am I doing? My laptop is barely a year old.)

January 17th, 2006

welcome to Tuesday...

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I took a shower last night, which I usually never do because I am a morning shower person, particularly on weekdays (after I run at night, I don't wash my hair, I just rinse, because, you know, it's bad to over-wash your hair, or whatever). But last night, I thought it would be a good idea because I could sleep later.

And then when I woke up I was so confused that I got up to pee, got in the shower, and stood under the water for 5 minutes doing nothing until the water woke me up enough to reiterate the fact that I had to pee, and then I was all, 'why the fuck am I in the shower? Again?' But by then there was no turning back, mostly because the shower was hot and I was cold and did not want to get out.

So, I'm very clean. But going to be late. Oh well.

It also didn't help that I put the coffee in the coffee maker and turned it on...but never put in any water.

(took me less than a minute to figure that one out, but for a good few seconds it was dangerously nearing mental-breakdown mode as I thought my coffee maker had died)

Today's going to be good.

October 4th, 2005

I goes to shows.

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Everyone else made concert lists, oh, I don't know, 13 months ago or so. I'm behind as usual.

And my Sox did indeed lose to those other Sox by a not-embarrassing- at- all score of 14-2.

Defending World Champions. Pssh. Johnny...you're sleeping on the couch tonight.

so I may have seen a few howie day shows  )

September 7th, 2004

Friends Only :)

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I'm pretty sure that the only people reading this on anything close to a regular basis are on my friends list, but I thought I'd formally announce that I'm going friends only, just in case.

Because I write some really entertaining things and you know you want to read them ;)

So comment if you want to be added, and you will be. I just got over the whole having no idea who was reading up on my life thing and decided to lock entries.

August 3rd, 2004

Superstar

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Quote of the night:

Jennie: "Not to freak you out or anything, but my roommate has an AIM buddy icon of your boyfriend."

Ha! Hahahahahahahaha!

She can't have him, lalalalalalalala!

August 1st, 2004

Yeah, looking at the stats and all it was probably the right thing to do, but, wow. This will take some getting used to.

"My initial reaction was, 'Wow,'" said Garciaparra. "I know there was a lot of talk and everything. A lot of speculation, but you don't know. I've been kind of away from it and really focused on just playing because it's stuff that's out of my control. And it's still out of my control. If it was in my control, I'd still be wearing a Red Sox uniform. That's the place I know, I love, all those fans, I'll always remember."

weird )

July 31st, 2004

Angst. Crap.

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1)I can't figure out what's the strangest part: The fact that the girl I've called my best friend for the past 8 years is definitely not, or the fact that I'm pretty sure I couldn't care less about that realization. I just wonder what the hell was going through my head for so long.

2)Went out with Jennie and Cailin tonight and I love those girls more than life and want to take them with me to Manhattan. But I can't, and that's okay. And I was toasted (with all, count 'em, ALL of our FREE drinks at the bar) as 'the one about to be cooler than the rest of us put together' and I liked it, until Cai and I had a little chat by the harbor about Jennie and both walked away from it entirely confused...she's got everything going for her right now (we're talking some crazy-ass-good internship offer in D.C. and a just-drafted-by-the NHL boyfriend) and we're pretty sure she's about to throw it all away - except we're not sure if we're just THINKING she's throwing it all away, because she's about to go the path we, personally, wouldn't...argh...too hard...

3)Bobby asked me today if I think it would be stupid if we were to start dating (as in officially dating) now, and I said yes. And then he asked me if I thought it was stupid that we WEREN'T dating, and I also said yes. And then he asked me what we were supposed to do with that information, and I said 'nothing. Absolutely nothing.' And he said 'that's what I figured.' And that made me sad because I wanted to tell him how much I really like him, but I didn't because it seems so pointless. And we've known eachother for about 37 seconds, so it all seems extra stupid.

I didn't even strike out swinging tonight - totally looking at all three of those, and that's the worst way to go down. Ugh.

July 30th, 2004

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I almost forgot that tomorrow is going to be the best night EVER - free Dispatch farewell concert OUTSIDE in my favorite city in the world with my favorite friends in the world and the cutest hockey player ever ;) (see? SEE? Stupid sappy girl!)

And now I'm off to buy a footstool. Because in my new apartment in my other favorite city in the world, I'm not tall enough to reach the shelves or cabinet at the top of my closet. It's a tall person's apartment.

I should probably also buy a fan...other favorite city in the world = at least 10 degrees hotter than favorite city in the world for the month of August...hot, yo.

Randomly tuned into Regis and Kelly this morning and had some Matt Damon with my coffee. I have never, EVER preferred Ben Affleck to him, I would just like to say. For no apparent reason.

Yeah, about that stool.

/End pointless post.

July 28th, 2004

So, after much (apparently too much, I guess) buildup from pretty much everyone I know, I finally tried a famed Krispy Kreme doughnut, and well...
That was it?
I guess I'm just not a doughnut person. I mean, it was fresh and warm (which led me to wonder about people who buy like a dozen, because obviously they don't stay warm, and so then I can only imagine them tasting like any other glazed doughnut in a box, and in which case, what's the superiority other than they're smaller so you probably eat more of them?) and I guess that was nice, but...yeah. Doughnut. I just got a regular little glazed one - was I supposed to get one of the ones with sprinkles or chocolate or something?
I was kinda bummed cause I passed up ice cream in its favor. Oh well.
:(

July 27th, 2004

survey

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I forgot I stole this a while ago...

that 'if i were' one )

Okay. So I thought my date the other night was fantastic (just realized I haven't written about it yet, but no time now...maybe later...in a nutshell: he holds doors and kisses extremely well and thinks I'm hilarious) but today totally beat it by about 67 times because he took off work and came down to see me! And then we went to Provincetown and went freaking whale watching and I jumped around like a little kid almost as much as he did and yelled and pointed at whales and on the ride back to the dock, while it was freezing and windy, I sat in his lap on the bow of the boat and we were obnoxiously adorable. And yay, being obnoxiously adorable is fun.

And then we went to get ice cream and I ran in front of him and bought his because he bought the boat tickets, and he thought that was funny. Then we raced up sand dunes and I won ;)

Yayayayayayayayayayayayay!

And Becca's coming down tonight and I haven't seen her since November and I get to move to Manhattan on Sunday and, wow. Life is fun.

 

July 26th, 2004

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Free Howie show at Copley before the FleetBoston show! Howie ALL DAY LONG. Wow. I want to go NOW.
Sox taking 2 of 3 against the Yankees? Aw. Yeah. Varitek hitting A-Rod in the face? Heh.
Got new sneakers and they're so cute. They make my feet look really small for some reason - not like, 'oh, yay, look at my little feet,' either. More like, 'what's up with the pygmy feet?' But whatever. They're blue and yellow and YAY.
And I went on a date and am currently all obnoxious girl wanting to listen to sappy love songs and design wedding dresses and write 'I <3 Bobby 4-Eva' on things.
...still jobless...

July 22nd, 2004

I'm a slacker, 100%.

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I drunk-dialed Jill around 12:15 last night figuring she'd be driving home from work, but she was definitely still there and now my entire ex-newsroom knows I uttered the phrase "unemployment does wonders for your tan."
But, hey. It's true.
In between applying for jobs with Random House and ABC and a bunch of other places that will never call me back, occasionally showing up to cocktail on the Nantucket trips, and getting calls from places offering me what may or may not be telemarketing jobs with fancy names, I've had about 16 nervous breakdowns and begun just living in denial and having a Cape Cod vacation.
Yesterday: Went swimming and ate chicken salad-with-apples-and-grapes sandwiches all day, "cocktailed" (read: talked to Bobby for 2 hours because the first crossing was empty), went to Emily's cottage, watched some recaps of the Sox playing Little League...oh, I mean 'Major League Baseball,' got wasted, drunk-dialed, nervous breakdown-ed, recovered from nervous breakdown (thanks Rowan!), went to some other cottage, which was more like a palace on 6A, that belonged to some boys with an adorable chocolate lab named Bledsoe and a lot of illegal drugs, took VODKA shots (ouch...), went back to Em's, ate guacamole, passed out.
Today: Recovery via Gatorade and sun. Slept on the beach for a while. Bought salad, forgot to eat it, bought ice cream, remembered to eat that, came home, talked to Jen about how there is a clear and present danger of us becoming telemarketers with fancy names, then came online to lovely Howie Day icons (thanks again, Rowan :)! )
Tonight: Babysitting my cousin Kerry. We're seeing "A Cinderella Story", swimming in her pool, then getting ice cream (so...it's possible I'm about to go an entire day eating ONLY ice cream) and watching baseball highlights.
...And for some reason, despite all this, I'm still kinda wishing Random House would call...

July 20th, 2004

I suppose I might as well just throw it out there that, in my little 3-week interim between lives that I'm spending here on the Cape, I have officially become obsessed with the Ashlee Simpson show.
Yeah. Sorry. Can't help it. I love her, and her friends, and her boyfriend Ryan "HowieDay-Lite" Cabrera. And singing along to her stupid song really, really loudly while driving. While MK&A are busy battling their WAY TOO PUBLICIZED (yo, entertainment 'journalists': know your place, leave the poor girl ALONE) issues, Ashlee may just be filling in as my new teenybopper 'gotta-make-her-my-new-best-friend' obsession.
Right. In other news, I still have an apartment but no job, but who doesn't love spending her life going cross-eyed staring at monster.com/journalismjobs.com everywaking moment? At least I have iced coffee! And a hardcore tan! And water aerobics (my other new obsession)! And, oh...I make Bobby Hanson smile :)
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I really need to stop squealing and making posts about these things.
Me = Big. Dork.
:)
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