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the weekly update.
it's been quite a week really. i don't like to be serious here i've realized. i read everyone else's, and real life issues come up. but i think about those and discuss those and sometimes write about them, but not here.
and really classes at the moment are an issue. as of now, i give my classes the following grades:
Lit of Modernism - A
Public Policy - A-
Physics - B-
Portuguese - fuck me now.
now that i've covered that, it's on to the enjoyable things in life.
Saturday was really sort of Friday. I went to bed at 4:30 AM, got woken by a lovely roommate at 6:30am, and decided to have breakfast. fell asleep on the couch for an hour then it was city time. Tim and I BARTed in, in classic post-party grogginess. decided food was in order. walked from union square to the ferry building, ate sandwhiches on the water, and then he made up a game. Every sample that was offered, in every place, we were going to eat. So we did.
Then we hit Union Square... we made a surprisingly decent shopping team considering he hates clothes and shopping and I love them and we're both freaking stubborn. Found him incredible $5 shirts at Urban and I bought bits and pieces here andt here. It was relaxed in a way that I think it could only have been with a platonic straight friend. Girls would've gotten too much into the shopping, too worried about what's fitting and what size blah blah... I adore shopping with my gay boys but really then they know what's hot. And sometimes it's fun to be the one who gets to say "No you cannot buy taht." Which I did often.
So now that I've established myself as a control freak...
We ran into Justin and one of his girls at H&M and they invited us to dinner. So we met them at the Cheesecake Factory and got to sit outside and watch the view and eat ok food.
this is a really boring entry. damn.
continuing.
We made it back here late that night, I borrowed pjs and we started a movie. I got a phone call propositioning me. I went to bed. Sunday the boys had a super bowl party. I did laundry. At night ten of us (4 different apartments in our building were represented, what what... solidarity baby) watched Grey's and then hit up Yougurt Park.
Really the weekend should have ended there but it never does.
Monday I fell asleep on the couch and ended up watching part of the bachelor. then i went to sleep.
Tuesday I went to Strada with Tim and then the I-House and we argued about the concept of best friends and really it only proved to me that he just doesn't have cool friends like me :) And that we're both stubborn bastards. As we walked home we ran into two of his boys and they dragged us over to someone else's place. Visited a few of Tim's friends then came home.
This deserves its own paragraph -- he made fish with arugala pesto, encrusted in blanched almonds, witha side of spinach and onion sautee.
Wednesday started out like hell. But I'm not talking about portuguese. but in the midst of my pain and angst i ran into shauna who dragged me off for some retail therapy. after classes i met her and tim at Urban and we went to YP and then to Shattuck so I now own killer jeans and multi colored martini glasses. what more does a girl need really now.
and i did work and then it was Project Runway with the beautiful beautiful Daniel.
But hte point really of this ludicrously long rambling dear diary this is what i ate today, is that we are having a Valentine's Day party [name TBA]. First, dinner with the Hillegass crew. Cheese and chocolate fondue, pretty clothes, champagne, candles, and ridiculous soppy music. Then 40 of our best friends and franzia. There will be twinkly lights, there will be debauchery, there will be love. sing it.
i need to sleep.
it's been quite a week really. i don't like to be serious here i've realized. i read everyone else's, and real life issues come up. but i think about those and discuss those and sometimes write about them, but not here.
and really classes at the moment are an issue. as of now, i give my classes the following grades:
Lit of Modernism - A
Public Policy - A-
Physics - B-
Portuguese - fuck me now.
now that i've covered that, it's on to the enjoyable things in life.
Saturday was really sort of Friday. I went to bed at 4:30 AM, got woken by a lovely roommate at 6:30am, and decided to have breakfast. fell asleep on the couch for an hour then it was city time. Tim and I BARTed in, in classic post-party grogginess. decided food was in order. walked from union square to the ferry building, ate sandwhiches on the water, and then he made up a game. Every sample that was offered, in every place, we were going to eat. So we did.
Then we hit Union Square... we made a surprisingly decent shopping team considering he hates clothes and shopping and I love them and we're both freaking stubborn. Found him incredible $5 shirts at Urban and I bought bits and pieces here andt here. It was relaxed in a way that I think it could only have been with a platonic straight friend. Girls would've gotten too much into the shopping, too worried about what's fitting and what size blah blah... I adore shopping with my gay boys but really then they know what's hot. And sometimes it's fun to be the one who gets to say "No you cannot buy taht." Which I did often.
So now that I've established myself as a control freak...
We ran into Justin and one of his girls at H&M and they invited us to dinner. So we met them at the Cheesecake Factory and got to sit outside and watch the view and eat ok food.
this is a really boring entry. damn.
continuing.
We made it back here late that night, I borrowed pjs and we started a movie. I got a phone call propositioning me. I went to bed. Sunday the boys had a super bowl party. I did laundry. At night ten of us (4 different apartments in our building were represented, what what... solidarity baby) watched Grey's and then hit up Yougurt Park.
Really the weekend should have ended there but it never does.
Monday I fell asleep on the couch and ended up watching part of the bachelor. then i went to sleep.
Tuesday I went to Strada with Tim and then the I-House and we argued about the concept of best friends and really it only proved to me that he just doesn't have cool friends like me :) And that we're both stubborn bastards. As we walked home we ran into two of his boys and they dragged us over to someone else's place. Visited a few of Tim's friends then came home.
This deserves its own paragraph -- he made fish with arugala pesto, encrusted in blanched almonds, witha side of spinach and onion sautee.
Wednesday started out like hell. But I'm not talking about portuguese. but in the midst of my pain and angst i ran into shauna who dragged me off for some retail therapy. after classes i met her and tim at Urban and we went to YP and then to Shattuck so I now own killer jeans and multi colored martini glasses. what more does a girl need really now.
and i did work and then it was Project Runway with the beautiful beautiful Daniel.
But hte point really of this ludicrously long rambling dear diary this is what i ate today, is that we are having a Valentine's Day party [name TBA]. First, dinner with the Hillegass crew. Cheese and chocolate fondue, pretty clothes, champagne, candles, and ridiculous soppy music. Then 40 of our best friends and franzia. There will be twinkly lights, there will be debauchery, there will be love. sing it.
i need to sleep.