wisdom
i know i haven't updated in a long time. haven't had the "inspiration"
to bother, i suppose. although things are definitely changing for me
(in a good way).
i have two new roommates, dax and danielle, and they are moving in on feb. 1st. dax is really cool and works in a vegan restaurant in soho, which hopefully means leftovers from the restaurant for me (tea and really good bread!)! he called me a few weeks ago and we talked on the phone for a long time just getting to know each other. i like getting to know someone and not just having them live with me and paying the rent and having no idea what they're all about. he's one of the coolest people i've met so far in new york, aside from my other roommate lori (she's going to seattle for a few months, leaving the room to dax). he's a tranny (girl to boy) and i am still working on calling him by the male pronouns, but i'll get it down with no problem soon. i really want to do that the right way, without making any mistakes because i respect dax and i just want him to feel comfortable around me and know that i'm very accepting and open about everything.
the other is danielle, she's a sweet girl and she works at barney's co-op for a skincare line, plus is a receptionist at night. she lived in a crappy place in another part of williamsburg where she trapped a rat in her room and had no walls, just curtains. that sounds really shitty. when i met her, she had on bright pink lipstick and faux eyelashes, so i knew right away that i liked her a lot.
i'm moving into the big room (the "master bedroom", if you will) and i'm really excited about it. matt and i are going to make a trip to ikea to get me some new flooring that looks like wood, and is really pretty. if possible, i'm going to get my full size bed down there sometime so that we don't have to squeeze into my twin bed anymore (don't tell mom and dad)...haha. the room is actually pretty huge, not even just in terms of new york city real estate. it fits a queen size bed, a dresser, desk, vanity, chair, bookshelf, and nightstand table. i'm really psyched to have the extra space, although i'm sacrificing my amazng closet in the current bedroom which is practically walk-in.
i went to visit kristen at marywood a few weekends ago and for the first time i stayed over. we went out to dinner at red lobster, took polaroids, watched 16 candles, and the next day made pancakes, went ice skating, and went to sheetz. it was a good time. i forgot that i could ice skate. i actually am pretty decent at it because i took lessons as a kid and lived a stone's throw away from the ice rink.
my birthday was two days ago, and i am officially 21. it was a really laid back day. i had an appointment for a 1 hour massage at 9am, but i ended up sleeping through it. dismayed as i was, i can always reschedule. i went to lunch at chat-a-wyle with lindsay and matt. it's my favorite place for soup. they have these amazing soups that you can get in a bread bowl. i got the autumn bisque, which was nice, but a little too sweet. i wouldn't get it again, but i like to try new things. after that, i hung out around the house for a little bit and took a nap, something i rarely ever do these days....it was really nice. i went out to dinner later with my parents at oak's inn, had the shrimp scampi and a glass of wine. later we went to my grandma's house and had marble cake and coffee. i really do love my grandma, and i see her getting older and older everytime i visit. i don't know that it's exactly sad, it's just that sometimes i get upset when i think she might be lonely. but my mom assures me she's not, she's raising tommy and it keeps her busy. she enjoys solitude. not in a senile old woman way, but she likes to watch her wheel of fortune and cook and everything, while maintaining a very active social life (you should see her, it's amazing!) anyway, after that i stayed in because i'm a loser and also because the roads were absolutely too horrible to go out.
matt bought a car the other day, which means now we can live like normal people and not depend on the trains for everything. i feel so happy with our relationship lately. we truly are best friends, and i know it sounds cheesy, but next to my best girlfriends, he's really truly one of my best friends. we just enjoy each other's company and we are so comfortable with ourselves when we're together. it's funny that when it hits you, it's really an amazing feeling to realize that someone loves you A LOT and he shows it. he took me out to dinner last night for no reason, and today brought me a stuffed animal/pillow and roses with a sweet card after my surgery.
the surgery: i was a little nervous, to be honest. i've heard the horror stories about getting wisdom teeth pulled, and it didn't help that the doctor told me mine were impacted. i had a choice of being put to sleep or given nitrous oxide (laughing gas) and chose the latter. i'm actually glad i did, because let me tell you, it was a fucking amazing feeling. i mean basically, i was just really high. i'm not going to lie, it was euphoric. it sounds bad, but it was kind of cool to hear what they were doing and what they were saying. the one thing that i can't believe they said out loud was "ooooh....that's gotta hurt." way to make me feel nervous. at one point though, i was convinced that a)the devil was in me, and b) they were trying to kill me. all of a sudden i couldn't hear or see them anymore, so i started waving my arms around and they turned the gas down a little bit. it was a little scary then. i felt them drop one of my teeth on my brand new sweatpants, and i felt some blood drip onto my neck, but at the time it was like "ooohhh" "ahhhhh". i remember spelling the words they were saying in my head and wondering what the hell the words meant....i mean it was crazy! one thing that i really found hilarous was that my sweatshirt said abercrombie on it, and i thought to myself, what the fuck is abercrombie and why the hell would someone wear a shirt that says that? something to consider, there. i'm perfectly conscious now, obviously, but the pain sucks and i feel like i'll be in bed for at least a few more days. the medication seems like it hasn't fully kicked in yet and i'm afraid to eat anything. he said i'll be chipmunk cheeks girl for a few days, which sucks because i don't want to go to my first day of class looking like a fool.....i was totally loopy in the car, and my dad was getting so irritated with me. i was complaining about the cheeks being so big and everything, and about cvs taking too long to fill the script.
now i'm here with my new giraffe pillow and my mouth is sore as hell.
i have two new roommates, dax and danielle, and they are moving in on feb. 1st. dax is really cool and works in a vegan restaurant in soho, which hopefully means leftovers from the restaurant for me (tea and really good bread!)! he called me a few weeks ago and we talked on the phone for a long time just getting to know each other. i like getting to know someone and not just having them live with me and paying the rent and having no idea what they're all about. he's one of the coolest people i've met so far in new york, aside from my other roommate lori (she's going to seattle for a few months, leaving the room to dax). he's a tranny (girl to boy) and i am still working on calling him by the male pronouns, but i'll get it down with no problem soon. i really want to do that the right way, without making any mistakes because i respect dax and i just want him to feel comfortable around me and know that i'm very accepting and open about everything.
the other is danielle, she's a sweet girl and she works at barney's co-op for a skincare line, plus is a receptionist at night. she lived in a crappy place in another part of williamsburg where she trapped a rat in her room and had no walls, just curtains. that sounds really shitty. when i met her, she had on bright pink lipstick and faux eyelashes, so i knew right away that i liked her a lot.
i'm moving into the big room (the "master bedroom", if you will) and i'm really excited about it. matt and i are going to make a trip to ikea to get me some new flooring that looks like wood, and is really pretty. if possible, i'm going to get my full size bed down there sometime so that we don't have to squeeze into my twin bed anymore (don't tell mom and dad)...haha. the room is actually pretty huge, not even just in terms of new york city real estate. it fits a queen size bed, a dresser, desk, vanity, chair, bookshelf, and nightstand table. i'm really psyched to have the extra space, although i'm sacrificing my amazng closet in the current bedroom which is practically walk-in.
i went to visit kristen at marywood a few weekends ago and for the first time i stayed over. we went out to dinner at red lobster, took polaroids, watched 16 candles, and the next day made pancakes, went ice skating, and went to sheetz. it was a good time. i forgot that i could ice skate. i actually am pretty decent at it because i took lessons as a kid and lived a stone's throw away from the ice rink.
my birthday was two days ago, and i am officially 21. it was a really laid back day. i had an appointment for a 1 hour massage at 9am, but i ended up sleeping through it. dismayed as i was, i can always reschedule. i went to lunch at chat-a-wyle with lindsay and matt. it's my favorite place for soup. they have these amazing soups that you can get in a bread bowl. i got the autumn bisque, which was nice, but a little too sweet. i wouldn't get it again, but i like to try new things. after that, i hung out around the house for a little bit and took a nap, something i rarely ever do these days....it was really nice. i went out to dinner later with my parents at oak's inn, had the shrimp scampi and a glass of wine. later we went to my grandma's house and had marble cake and coffee. i really do love my grandma, and i see her getting older and older everytime i visit. i don't know that it's exactly sad, it's just that sometimes i get upset when i think she might be lonely. but my mom assures me she's not, she's raising tommy and it keeps her busy. she enjoys solitude. not in a senile old woman way, but she likes to watch her wheel of fortune and cook and everything, while maintaining a very active social life (you should see her, it's amazing!) anyway, after that i stayed in because i'm a loser and also because the roads were absolutely too horrible to go out.
matt bought a car the other day, which means now we can live like normal people and not depend on the trains for everything. i feel so happy with our relationship lately. we truly are best friends, and i know it sounds cheesy, but next to my best girlfriends, he's really truly one of my best friends. we just enjoy each other's company and we are so comfortable with ourselves when we're together. it's funny that when it hits you, it's really an amazing feeling to realize that someone loves you A LOT and he shows it. he took me out to dinner last night for no reason, and today brought me a stuffed animal/pillow and roses with a sweet card after my surgery.
the surgery: i was a little nervous, to be honest. i've heard the horror stories about getting wisdom teeth pulled, and it didn't help that the doctor told me mine were impacted. i had a choice of being put to sleep or given nitrous oxide (laughing gas) and chose the latter. i'm actually glad i did, because let me tell you, it was a fucking amazing feeling. i mean basically, i was just really high. i'm not going to lie, it was euphoric. it sounds bad, but it was kind of cool to hear what they were doing and what they were saying. the one thing that i can't believe they said out loud was "ooooh....that's gotta hurt." way to make me feel nervous. at one point though, i was convinced that a)the devil was in me, and b) they were trying to kill me. all of a sudden i couldn't hear or see them anymore, so i started waving my arms around and they turned the gas down a little bit. it was a little scary then. i felt them drop one of my teeth on my brand new sweatpants, and i felt some blood drip onto my neck, but at the time it was like "ooohhh" "ahhhhh". i remember spelling the words they were saying in my head and wondering what the hell the words meant....i mean it was crazy! one thing that i really found hilarous was that my sweatshirt said abercrombie on it, and i thought to myself, what the fuck is abercrombie and why the hell would someone wear a shirt that says that? something to consider, there. i'm perfectly conscious now, obviously, but the pain sucks and i feel like i'll be in bed for at least a few more days. the medication seems like it hasn't fully kicked in yet and i'm afraid to eat anything. he said i'll be chipmunk cheeks girl for a few days, which sucks because i don't want to go to my first day of class looking like a fool.....i was totally loopy in the car, and my dad was getting so irritated with me. i was complaining about the cheeks being so big and everything, and about cvs taking too long to fill the script.
now i'm here with my new giraffe pillow and my mouth is sore as hell.