Not that I'd consider myself a real blogger (we leave that to all the cool hipster fashion bloggers with their model-good-looks and anorexic stick legs)... but that's beside the point here. I haven't written an entry since BEFORE Vegas, which is quite frankly, unacceptable in terms of keeping this POS up and running. ;)
Vegas was awesome, but obviously very short-lived. I think I could have used another week there, another 20 or so Bloody Mary's, a couple more dinners out, a couple more nights out, and definitely some pool time. It was a nice escape from frigid NYC though, and the hotel room at Cosmopolitan was pretty effing sweet... I wouldn't mind living there full time ;)
View into the living room from the bed... this does not do the size of the suite justice. There was a walk-in shower room with a connected, hot-tub sized tub for two or more people. As you can imagine I spent a good deal of time in the tub... you know how I do.
When in Rome... am I right? starting the day off properly. Hers and His shot glasses... can you guess which one is mine???? :p
I think we were feeling the winter blues even worse than before Vegas after we came back, not to mention the fact that we were both working like slaves with crazy schedules that basically mean we only see each other to go to bed. My boyfriend planned an impromptu Airbnb trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere... it was just what we needed. Except as always, two days just wasn't enough. I think I need a solid two week vacay at this point. There was no cable, no cell service, and no internet. It was beautiful. As per usual, I camped out in the hottub with a bottle of champagne, because you know I keep it classy at all times ;)
Mimosa's for breakfast: a perfectly well-rounded diet.
Besides the hot tub, we spent the full 48 hours camped out in front of the fireplace. Good thing I learned from the best how to build a proper fire (courtesy of my dad). We also ate like the fat bastards we are inside for two days straight and BBQ'ed some awesome steaks. In another life I was surely 300+ lbs....
I have had an epiphany of sorts in terms of realizing what I want job-wise. I obviously want to continue to pursue writing, but as for now, I think that's only something I can do on a part-time basis. I also know eventually I want a more creative job, whether it is eventually being able to write full-time for a publication or starting my own business where I build customized festival costumes (yes, this is a dream of mine...). I definitely don't want an 8-5 or a 9-5 since I feel restricted when I am forced to wake up early and can't go out at night should the opportunity present itself. I also don't want a sedentary office job where I do the same thing every day. I have decided to take a leap of faith and get a personal fitness certification. Getting paid to stay in shape and having more control over my work schedule is sounding mighty tempting these days. I know it's going to be a long process and I plan on looking for a full-time job in the meantime, but it is something I definitely want to pursue. I know what you're thinking too... "Kelsey? a personal fitness trainer? Bitch hasn't worked out a day in her life." I know.. it sounds like a joke, right? But I'm serious. I think I'd be really good at it, and it would be really good for me... especially mentally and emotionally. I've realized that when I exert myself physically (usually doing floor updates at work), most of my anger and stress burns off. If I could do that everyday and help others do the same and earn money doing it, life would be infinitely more rewarding. Plus, since my mom's genes cause me to build muscle like a pitbull, I can only imagine what my body might look like if I actually did work out everyday.
Speaking of health, my spironolactone no longer seems to be having a positive effect on my acne. I'm making a dermatologist appointment and demanding accutane tomorrow... it's time to bring out the big guns, no more pussy-footing around. LOL... pussy-footing- my dance teacher used to use that term. I love it ;) I've considered the side-effects of accutane and have talked with a couple people who have used it in the past. Unlike every other person in my graduating class, I am not having kids any time soon (if I ever even do...), so I don't have to worry about the negative side effects there.
I think it's my only alternative at this point, other than going on an anti-inflammatory diet as per my sister's suggestion. I don't know if I'm strong enough for an anti-inflammatory diet though; I am addicted to cheese, addicted to gluten, addicted to wine, and addicted to acidic foods like tomatoes etc. I guess it's worth a go though... I just don't know how I am going to be able to socialize with my friends or even have a decent day of binge eating with my boyfriend if I have to turn down so many of the foods I live on. I've also considered kickstarting the anti-inflammatory diet with the Master Cleanse. Might as well go big or go home... right???? I don't know... if you know me you know I abhor people who do the whole "gluten free" diet. I think it's straight up bullshizzle. But I'm willing to give it a go if it means healthier skin. I'm so tired of having to cake on makeup to cover zits and all of the red marks they leave once they're gone. My skin used to be so nice in comparison to what it is now, and I want it back. I'm going to start tomorrow... we will see how it goes. And I know I have also bashed cleanses before saying they're just an excuse to disguise eating disorders, but at this point I'm desperate for change, and it can't possibly hurt.
Desperately in need of a hair trim and looking bootylicious in my jeggings. I honestly can say I'm going to miss that mollister discount when I'm finally free of my biggest beast of burden: my job with mollister. Surprisingly, we've been getting some really cute summer clothes in lately. I bought an awesome crochet crop top that is very 70s, and of course the "festival" THOT shorts. lol.. thot.
This was me last weekend... and....
This was me last night after dinner... Mama mia che schifo!!!! No, I'm not pregnant, and no, I have no shame in posting this pic... I don't understand how my body fluctuates the way it does. Is it normal to go from this ^ to defined abs the next morning? Or am I an alien?
