good day sunshine
been thinking about changing my journal name--this one is old and has some baggage. just a thought.
i had a very uneventful yet fun weekend. i stayed in both nights and caught up on a lot of much needed beauty sleep. im the kind of gal that needs to get at least 10 hours of sleep or im exhausted.
got out of work around 7 on friday and put some time in at the gym. it was pretty hard so i had to cut some of the cardio. im pmsing so the hormones make my muscles stiff. but, i got through it and went home, made some dinner and curled on the couch for a few hours.
i layed low the first few hours on saturday and then went to the gym and tried power walking for the first time. i will NEVER make fun of power walkers again--that shit is hard! i was sweating like a pig and was a bit stiff the next day. good times. i had tentative plans to go to a dinner party with my cousin but through some confusing communication, i never went. too bad because by the way she described it the next day, it sounded like a lot of fun. bertrand tried to drag me to a loft party in DUMBO but i wasn't in the mood. soooooo, i logged in some hours on the couch and hit the sack at midnight.
i met up with katie on sunday for brunch and caught up with her about the dinner party. she met a boy, made out with him but isn't sure how she feels. she said he's a bit cocky which she likes but she didn't get to spend enough time with him to decipher whether he was good cocky or bad. of course, i kept making fun of her because he lives with his parents on the UES (madison ave. no less). i don't care how amazing a guy is, if he's still living with his parents he's a looooooser in my book.
we parted ways and i stopped in to victoria's secret to stock up on some much needed bras and underthings. i really hate that store, especially in soho. it's completely run down and is just plain cheap. but i wasn't feeling imaginitive so i gave in. and here's what i discovered--even this store lies about sizes!!! i was measured--34B. yet none of the bras i tried on in those sizes fit me. so i ended up with a 34C. i know most girls would be happy about it but i just find that shit annoying. if you measure me as a 34B then make your bras to the true size---this crap about using less fabric to save money is a bunch of hoo-ha.
anyway, i headed back home and bought the most beautiful roses. the greatest part about valentine's day is that the bodegas stock up on pretty flowers and then sell them for nothing in the weeks following. so my room is splattered with long-stem, sweetheard pink roses. i was so smitten with them that i carried one of the vases to the living room while i watched t.v.
was supposed to meet up with boy yesterday but he got in late from visiting his sister. we're getting together tonight and im ready to burst because i haven't seen him in a week. it ain't right to cage young love like that.
i had a very uneventful yet fun weekend. i stayed in both nights and caught up on a lot of much needed beauty sleep. im the kind of gal that needs to get at least 10 hours of sleep or im exhausted.
got out of work around 7 on friday and put some time in at the gym. it was pretty hard so i had to cut some of the cardio. im pmsing so the hormones make my muscles stiff. but, i got through it and went home, made some dinner and curled on the couch for a few hours.
i layed low the first few hours on saturday and then went to the gym and tried power walking for the first time. i will NEVER make fun of power walkers again--that shit is hard! i was sweating like a pig and was a bit stiff the next day. good times. i had tentative plans to go to a dinner party with my cousin but through some confusing communication, i never went. too bad because by the way she described it the next day, it sounded like a lot of fun. bertrand tried to drag me to a loft party in DUMBO but i wasn't in the mood. soooooo, i logged in some hours on the couch and hit the sack at midnight.
i met up with katie on sunday for brunch and caught up with her about the dinner party. she met a boy, made out with him but isn't sure how she feels. she said he's a bit cocky which she likes but she didn't get to spend enough time with him to decipher whether he was good cocky or bad. of course, i kept making fun of her because he lives with his parents on the UES (madison ave. no less). i don't care how amazing a guy is, if he's still living with his parents he's a looooooser in my book.
we parted ways and i stopped in to victoria's secret to stock up on some much needed bras and underthings. i really hate that store, especially in soho. it's completely run down and is just plain cheap. but i wasn't feeling imaginitive so i gave in. and here's what i discovered--even this store lies about sizes!!! i was measured--34B. yet none of the bras i tried on in those sizes fit me. so i ended up with a 34C. i know most girls would be happy about it but i just find that shit annoying. if you measure me as a 34B then make your bras to the true size---this crap about using less fabric to save money is a bunch of hoo-ha.
anyway, i headed back home and bought the most beautiful roses. the greatest part about valentine's day is that the bodegas stock up on pretty flowers and then sell them for nothing in the weeks following. so my room is splattered with long-stem, sweetheard pink roses. i was so smitten with them that i carried one of the vases to the living room while i watched t.v.
was supposed to meet up with boy yesterday but he got in late from visiting his sister. we're getting together tonight and im ready to burst because i haven't seen him in a week. it ain't right to cage young love like that.