HERE I AM (oopsie- caps lock was on... reminds me of Cate Blanchett's character from Notes on a Scandal, when she comes storming out screaming "HERE I AM!!!!!" with all of the news reporters surrounding her... but I digress...). Ahem- here I am drinking coffee at 4:30am. No, I did not just wake up... I can't fucking sleep. I can never f*cking sleep, not even when I'm tired, because my mind won't shut off unless everything is in it's place in life. I am leaving for Vegas in approximately 4 hours... well, technically about 2 hours, since that is when I have to leave for JFK. My boyfriend was working a monstrous weekend since Highline was hosting not one, not two, BUT THREE nights of NBA "All Star" themed parties, featuring Lil' Wayne and a bunch of ghetto guests. I remember loathing nights when a hip-hop artist was performing at Highline when I still worked there for a multitude of reasons, but again... I digress. Let's just say I almost got crushed to death one fine New Years Eve...
This is what happens when Greenhouse throws a NYE party at Highline and maximum occupancy is exceeded...
Let me please clarify that I'm not being a racist- black, white, it doesn't matter... if the genre is hip-hop, the crowd is awful. I'm talking walk-outs on tables, people smoking weed everywhere (which you might think is awesome, but not when you are a server and breathing that shit in whilst in a crowded as fuck club), and just general rowdiness (no, not the good kind).
Anyhow, I got off topic. The point is, my bf has essentially been working for 48 hours straight with about two hours of sleep... I'm pretty sure that when I meet him at the airport (I have to meet him there since he probably won't be leaving work until 7am), I will basically have a zombie on my hands. I can't sleep myself though, because not only am I terribly excited for four days in a row off of work and can't wait to get out of this sub-zero weather for some hot, desert sun, but I have apparently inherited my paternal grandmother's worrying gene, and so I've been fretting about the welfare of my overworked boyfriend for the past two days wondering how he is holding up and if he is staying hydrated. As if I don't already have enough to fret about just trying to keep myself maintained!!!! lol... me, a maintained lady... what a f*cking joke- as I sit here typing I have split ends, bitten nails, have consumed far too much caffeine, am running on no sleep myself, and have a weird rash on my hand where I decided to test out a sample of Strivectin that my sister gave me. Good thing I tested it on my hand first instead of my face. My skin is just so sensitive I should probably just live in a bubble.
I'll never forget the time I ran through a cemetery and got this weird, raised rash all over my torso that the doctor couldn't even identify and I was CONVINCED that is was flesh-eating bacteria. Or the time that I used this heavily scented body wash from Bath and Body works and was convinced I had an STD because it burned the ever living hell out of me. Or the time I used this Khiel's brand under-eye depuffer and it burnt the ever living shit out of me and it looked like I had second degree burns under my eyes and had to wear sunglasses for the next day. Or the time I moved to NYC and got another weird rash all over my torso that again, the doctor couldn't seem to identify... ;) #BLESSED
I should probably start packing my bag, since it's still sitting on the floor with only two pairs of heels in it and no clothes whatsoever. Hmmm... what does one even wear in Vegas???? The temp is going to be so far removed from NYC I'm not sure how to make that transition. What do people where out in Vegas? The last time I was there, I was only 20 and was with my family so I wasn't doing the adult circuit if you know what I'm saying... hahaha. This time we have plans to go out, relax, do the hotel tours, and possibly meet up with this dude who used to run one of the Friday parties at HLB. Should be a good time ;) Either way, I plan on pacing myself so I can thoroughly enjoy my short stay there. I wouldn't want to be hungover to the point of incapacitation since I only have two days. However, it is the prequel to my impending birthday... ;) Nah... I don't need to deal with another hangover so soon after my three-bottles-of-wine "wine night" last weekend. I think that hangover put me off drinking on an empty stomach for the rest of my life, or drinking at all... ew.
"Ugh, Dahhhling, I have such a headache, would you PLEASE be a doll and bring me an advil" (said in manner of Macaulay Culkin in Party Monster)- that's the name of the pose I'm striking below in this God-awful selfie...'selfie,' what a strange word... what a strange society we live in....
I bought a new swimsuit with the victoria's secret gift card I received for Christmas, however, I much prefer this one, which was a charity donation from my sister... LOL. My sister gives the best charity to me (yes, I am a charity case... and Yes, my sister always has the best clothes to hand down to me...)
This is the suit I bought from Victoria's Secret which I am convinced makes me look like a man, now that I see myself in a photograph. It makes my chest look like Hayden Panetierre's pre-implants... and it makes my torso look incredibly short, which is strange since it isn't...
In other superficial and irrelevant news, my acne is almost 100% gone. Thank God and modern medicine for the miracles bestowed upon my skin. It only took three long ass months for this shit to finally kick in. I had an initial break out which legitimately almost sent me over the edge... and don't judge unless you've suffered from cystic acne, because let me tell you- it's debilitating to have something you can't control all over your face... especially when you're going on interviews and trying to make an impression to get a new job. I am so grateful this stuff kicked in when it did, because I was at my wit's end and about to go on Accutane.
Well, I guess it's time for me to get' packin', literally and figuratively hahahah. I'm so clever :p Not really. All I really want for my birthday is a new job, so if there are any secret admirers out there reading this, or just someone who is really stumped about what I want, there is your answer ;) I would take a new job over shoes, vacations, and other material possessions ANY DAY.
Aren't you really so tired of me bitching about finding a job at this point? I am so tired about writing about my job-searching chronicles... This blog is truly a superficial POS.
