Hello world...
Am still alive.
--I had a kickass time in Vegas. I love how everything is open twenty-four hours (except for the bar where we aaaaalmost forfeited our tabs, oops!) ... but it definitely needs to be handled in short doses. And preferably when one isn't getting sick.
--As a result of being sickish when I went to Vegas, I was feeling pretty bad by the time we got back. No sleep + drinking + simply pushing the immune system with two 6 hour plane trips is not cool for health. Took 3 sick days, which is crazy for me.
--Every time I travel, I always want to do it more, and was thinking a NYC trip would be nice... then a NYC trip lands in my lap. Looks like fate and I are thinking along the same lines.
--One of the girls on the Vegas trip who does not know me asked about "my boyfriend back home" and was flabbergasted that I didn't have one ("but you're so pretty!"). Haha... nice confidence boost, but I kinda feel the same way, sometimes. I need to get my subconscious in line, because I think even though I am not actively looking for anyone, I am passively, in the back of my head... which may come through in my actions, le sigh. Although, truly, I think I'm conflicted.
--I need to move my body more. I loooove dancing so much. Also: performance. I dominated the dance floor at the hotel club one night: so much fun.
--Just ate a super tasty meatball sub from our local pizzeria.
--Have resigned myself to current figure, because it gives me great boobs to fill out shirts with. As in, Danielle totally commented on it one night. So, I figure, blessing in disguise.
--Target is my crack store.
--That is all, for now.
--I had a kickass time in Vegas. I love how everything is open twenty-four hours (except for the bar where we aaaaalmost forfeited our tabs, oops!) ... but it definitely needs to be handled in short doses. And preferably when one isn't getting sick.
--As a result of being sickish when I went to Vegas, I was feeling pretty bad by the time we got back. No sleep + drinking + simply pushing the immune system with two 6 hour plane trips is not cool for health. Took 3 sick days, which is crazy for me.
--Every time I travel, I always want to do it more, and was thinking a NYC trip would be nice... then a NYC trip lands in my lap. Looks like fate and I are thinking along the same lines.
--One of the girls on the Vegas trip who does not know me asked about "my boyfriend back home" and was flabbergasted that I didn't have one ("but you're so pretty!"). Haha... nice confidence boost, but I kinda feel the same way, sometimes. I need to get my subconscious in line, because I think even though I am not actively looking for anyone, I am passively, in the back of my head... which may come through in my actions, le sigh. Although, truly, I think I'm conflicted.
--I need to move my body more. I loooove dancing so much. Also: performance. I dominated the dance floor at the hotel club one night: so much fun.
--Just ate a super tasty meatball sub from our local pizzeria.
--Have resigned myself to current figure, because it gives me great boobs to fill out shirts with. As in, Danielle totally commented on it one night. So, I figure, blessing in disguise.
--Target is my crack store.
--That is all, for now.