God Damn Son... if that title isn't the epitome of emo, I don't know what is. ahahahaha. How cliche; you know I love that shit. I am sitting here still recovering from an emotional hangover. This weekend at home was so great that I never wanted it to end. Saturday evening, I went out in Albany with my friends to celebrate my friend's birthday. Despite the fact that it was raining all night, 40 degrees outside, and felt like November, the night was SO FUN. How I woke up on Sunday morning with only minimal hangover symptoms is beyond me. I only felt a bit dizzy when I awoke in my clothes from the night before on the couch with my friend. I must have consumed five very strong drinks and about three different shots, and I didn't cry OR throw up at all. That is a first. However, I did black out in the cab home from the bar, because I don't really remember how we got back to the apartment where we were staying; I also spit out my acne medication which I decided to take at 3am for some reason, and then was scrounging around the floor for my acne pill. I also said I wasn't tired when everyone else decided to go to sleep, so someone brought me some reading material and I remember getting pissed off that one of the books they presented to me was a Tucker Max book.
Alas, I have been needing a quality girl's night out for a couple of months now, and I only wish that I could have one once every week... :(. I spent Sunday recovering from my hangover (aka eating ALL day long), and got some quality time in with my brother and cousin. We had a small BBQ at our cabin in the woods, where I made a delicious pasta salad and my cousin grilled about 24 hamburgers, despite the fact there were only four of us hanging out. I ate three hamburgers, a pound of pasta, and a pound of s'mores for dessert. Needless to say, I probably gained 15 lbs this weekend and am now trying to get back on the straight and narrow. I don't know why every weekend at home turns into a three day binge, but it does. I probably will not have to eat meat for another two weeks though, so that is good. After our mini BBQ, the three of us decided to rent a scary movie... my cousin passed out on the floor by the side of the bed, my brother passed out in the bed, and I passed out curled up at the foot of the bed along with my dog, Ceely who also joined in for movie night. I love that all three of us passed out about an hour into the movie... I guess we were all pretty hungover and tired from the previous night's partying. Monday, I awoke knowing I had to go back to the city since I was scheduled to work last night. Naturally, Monday was the nicest day of the weekend with sunny, blue skies and it was reasonably temperate outside.
I was so depressed at the mere thought of going back to this ugly city and the dark, windowless, cold, nightclub where I work that I wanted to cry (and I did). I don't know why I am such a p*ssy sometimes. It is just SO depressing to live in a place where the air smells like car fumes and bus fumes and rotting garbage and human piss all the time. I miss driving my car around; public transportation is the pits, especially for a control freak like myself. The only places I can enjoy grass and trees here are occupied by like, hundreds of other people on any given day, and aside from that, they aren't even that nice. I genuinely miss my huge backyard at home, and my woods, and being able to go for a walk on a country road without seeing anyone else. It was so nice to just sit in the solitude of the woods the other night with a fire, knowing that another person wasn't around for miles. It was so nice to walk barefoot through my yard on Monday morning, knowing that I wasn't going to step on a needle or piece of trash. It was nice breathing in fresh air. I know I sound like a real asshole writing all of this, and I know it was my decision to move to this city. This city has a lot of benefits that my hometown doesn't, but Jesus Christ, I miss nature. I really think that taking a couple of weeks off this summer just to go upstate and enjoy nature is in order. I don't care if I gain 20 lbs over those two weeks, it is worth it. I feel like I never see everyone that I want to see when I'm home for only two days, nor do I do everything I want to do.
Surprised my Hunter Wellingtons didn't melt, seeing as how I practically had my feet IN the fire. Even though Sunday was sunny, it was bitter cold.
Aaaahhhh, I wish I could drink coffee sitting in the sun on a deck every morning during the summer.
Driving back to NYC yesterday, we hit some traffic in the form of a parade on Route 206 in Masonville. Go figure- the Bainbridge parade had just ended and then we hit Masonville and their parade was just starting, so we were forced to sit idle in the car for about 20 minutes. I started getting severe anxiety, thinking that I was going to be late for my 5 o'clock shift. As we crossed the George Washington Bridge, I secretly wished that I was running late enough to text my manager and tell him that I was going to be late, and I secretly hoped, in this imagined scenario, that he would just say, 'oh don't bother coming in, we are over-staffed anyhow.' Well, apparently my positive thinking really paid off, because when we were only about 5 minutes away from our apartment building, my manager actually sent out a mass text saying that we were in fact over-staffed and he could cut two of us. I am happy that my phone is always on me and at my disposal, because I responded to that text faster than the speed of light, and I was one of the lucky two that didn't have to go into work that awful fucking show on Memorial Day. I really needed last night off... I was a fucking mess, after coming back from a weekend at home.
I finally got all of the goodies from my online shopping spree. I never know what I'm thinking when I decide to order the shit that I order... it's like I think that it's going to be 85 degrees out every day and night. It was quite unfortunate that when I packed for this weekend, I packed all of my new purchases, thinking that when I went out in Albany on Saturday it would be warm enough to wear a crop top. WRONG.
I thought this dress from Nastygal.com would be a great departure from my typical choice of skin-tight bodycon dresses, however, it swallows me whole and makes me look like a child playing dress up in her mom's closet. Maybe if I was a foot taller I could pull it off... the back is pretty awesome though. I'm thinking I might just hem it and it will be wearable.
"Like ma' status if you like ma' sexy face- Dis' ma' sexy face :* " (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPnP_zlYU44 ) Just in case you don't know what I am referring to ;) hahaha. I love these shorts.. they just might be a bit too scandalous to ever wear in the day time. However, this blouse looks great with skirts.
Another pair of short shorts... these ones are from Nastygal. and I am growing out my brows again, because I was over-plucking and they started to get a bit too anorexic for my liking.
I know that I need money, but Jesus Christ I am SO not looking forward to going into work tonight. I don't even have to be there until 11pm. ELEVEN AT NIGHT ON A FUCKING TUESDAY.... that is unheard of. And it isn't even like an electronica/DJ show... it's some RnB hip hop shit. FUCKING KILL ME NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE COME SAVE ME. hahahahhaahah. I have to find another job soon or I will surely die.
