This title could make a very interesting story, but I alas do not have one. No, this title only reflects my date tonight: with myself. After my being terribly and deathly ill these past two days, I felt the need to refresh myself back into society and looks (not to mention taste buds) and so I ventured out into the wild also known as : Chilis. I was craving a Quesadilla Explosion salad, and it was delicious. And all the while as I ate, I was very satisifed just sitting there, alone. It was a refreshing feeling, being alone, but not lonely.
I feel capable now of doing other things on my own. I was ready and willing no doubt to go ahead and get to San Diego sans people; unfortunately, God did not see it that way.
It seems just recently that I have reached a very satisfied level within my life. And now, after spending the most money I have ever spent in my life here in California, I will retire to bed. Goodnight goodnight goodnight.
July 23, 2009
July 16, 2009
The Perfect Single Cocktail
I have discovered the best way to get drunk as a single girl: Ghostbusters Marathon and Funfetti cookies. You can only be completely desperate and hopeless for this to work, of course. First: make a batch of Funfetti cookies, burning the first batch naturally. The eat said burnt cookies with a ton of frosting to mask the burnt flavor. Also, listen to 80's music while cooking, it might take the ebb off the entire situation. Second: after taking your diabetic-comatose nap, wake up long enough to eat the non-burnt cookies with sprinkles and pop in the movies. There. Now you have completed the singlemost depressing thing I can ever imagine. Oh, Bill Murray, can you dish out any wittier lines in your lifetime?
After gaining ten pounds since I have been sick these past two weeks, I have deemed it necessary to go on a diet. In order to do that though, it would require a steady dedication to me NOT eating Funfetti cookies. And of course, me running like crazy every day. Hello, treadmill, it's been too long.
On a slightly less depressing note, I have been doing a bang up job at work on the photoshoots. Working with the models has been fantastic, and styling is something I don't know if I have the confidence to do.
I will end on a happy note: I have been really enjoying my time here. Once I get back into shape, I'll love it.
After gaining ten pounds since I have been sick these past two weeks, I have deemed it necessary to go on a diet. In order to do that though, it would require a steady dedication to me NOT eating Funfetti cookies. And of course, me running like crazy every day. Hello, treadmill, it's been too long.
On a slightly less depressing note, I have been doing a bang up job at work on the photoshoots. Working with the models has been fantastic, and styling is something I don't know if I have the confidence to do.
I will end on a happy note: I have been really enjoying my time here. Once I get back into shape, I'll love it.
June 25, 2009
So Friends...
Dear Acquaintance,
We speak casually, once in a while, meeting here and there. I miss you, it has been a long time since we have seen each other. I miss being around someone that loves me, and I love them in return. It may be silly, or childish, but I truly do miss you.
However, it seems to be of the utmost importance that patience is utilized in these situations. I truly do believe we need time apart, we were having the most strange relationship arise. I did not want that. I want to be special to you, I want to be important, and I don't just want to be another number. I can't hold out any longer, this is the only option. I must, and I reitterate, must stave myself from you. Your power over me has become too strong, and this is the only way to save myself from being hurt by you. We must digress, but truly, remember that it is for the greater good.
I wish I could say, or hell, even write all of the little things that I began to fall in love with. But honestly, I cannot tell you these things, for writing them would only make it that much more difficult to stay away. And so I chase these thoughts from my mind, but know that I was thinking of them, which is why we have to refrain from each other.
I don't want to place as much importance on you as I was. You were casually going along, and I was as well: until a point. I must impress upon you again that the reason I feel this way is because I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to begin dreading me. I always want to be friendly with you, and always have the relationship we have, regardless. We have something special, some kind of connection that I cannot characterize by words. But somehow, I believe it may have something to do with the word: pirate.
I fell in love with you a long time ago. I can name the time, place, and setting. I have had to hold myself back for a long time. And when I couldn't do it anymore, I realized that it was a mistake. So forgive me for that, if you can, friend. That kind of pressure isn't fair.
Why am I telling you this? So you can be less confused. Unfortunately, if this happens to make you even more confused, I can only refer you back to the paragraph above. Call if you like.
Christine
We speak casually, once in a while, meeting here and there. I miss you, it has been a long time since we have seen each other. I miss being around someone that loves me, and I love them in return. It may be silly, or childish, but I truly do miss you.
However, it seems to be of the utmost importance that patience is utilized in these situations. I truly do believe we need time apart, we were having the most strange relationship arise. I did not want that. I want to be special to you, I want to be important, and I don't just want to be another number. I can't hold out any longer, this is the only option. I must, and I reitterate, must stave myself from you. Your power over me has become too strong, and this is the only way to save myself from being hurt by you. We must digress, but truly, remember that it is for the greater good.
I wish I could say, or hell, even write all of the little things that I began to fall in love with. But honestly, I cannot tell you these things, for writing them would only make it that much more difficult to stay away. And so I chase these thoughts from my mind, but know that I was thinking of them, which is why we have to refrain from each other.
I don't want to place as much importance on you as I was. You were casually going along, and I was as well: until a point. I must impress upon you again that the reason I feel this way is because I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to begin dreading me. I always want to be friendly with you, and always have the relationship we have, regardless. We have something special, some kind of connection that I cannot characterize by words. But somehow, I believe it may have something to do with the word: pirate.
I fell in love with you a long time ago. I can name the time, place, and setting. I have had to hold myself back for a long time. And when I couldn't do it anymore, I realized that it was a mistake. So forgive me for that, if you can, friend. That kind of pressure isn't fair.
Why am I telling you this? So you can be less confused. Unfortunately, if this happens to make you even more confused, I can only refer you back to the paragraph above. Call if you like.
Christine
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