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je veux seulement le monde...  nevermind i never update this anymore. i knew i would be one of those people who just stopped updating. actually, that's probably like 95% of the population. i was thisclose to adopting another kitten today. actually, there were lots that came in pairs, and i was ready to adopt 2 more kittens. so i called my mom and didn't even say "hi," i just said, "i'm two minutes away from taking another kitten home, and you need to either tell me to do it, or start trying to talk me out of it." she couldn't really talk me out of it, so my dad grabbed the phone and gave me 150 good reasons not to adopt another one. all of those reasons were dollars. specifically, the amount he's paid for chance so far...b/c of his stomach problems and my lack of being able to plan for overexpenses, etc...but OH MY GOD they were so cute. i'm getting another job, hopefully i have an interview this week. i see another kitten in my near future. also, my family is getting a puppy! it will be...well, weird and sad, but also very very exciting. i just hate how you have to move on, but what else can you do? things are very strange lately. the stuff that used to make me happy doesn't anymore- drinking, parties, drugs, stupid freshman-in-college stuff. i find myself much happier with a decent amount of sleep on a friday night, a great long run on a saturday morning, walking by the river, spoiling my cat, having a handful of really great friends to depend on. ha, i guess this is what it's like to be almost 20. i miss travelling. i miss paris the most. i miss the spontaneity of having no idea where you are or where you're going or how you're going to get there, but knowing it will be incredible. life should be an adventure. people should take as many risks as they can. but it makes all the things that used to be fun seem insanely boring. i decided that i have to train for another half-marathon just to feel like i'm DOING something with my life. otherwise i just feel so ordinary. not that there's anything wrong with being ordinary. maybe i just feel lazy. i don't know. if anyone else is currently running 5-7 miles (sooo lame, i know...it sucks how quickly you lose cardiovascular endurance and muscle mass), you should train with me. it's fun in that i-think-i'm-dying kind of way. the best thing is passing the same runner twice when you're running a loop on a long run once you get up to 1.5-2 hours, and giving them that smile and that look, like, "so you're one of those crazy people, too." it rarely happens, but when it does it makes you feel like you're part of an exclusive underground cult. the worst part is blisters, black toenails, not being able to walk down stairs, and being starving all the live-long day. but all those things are still kind of cool b/c they're your battle scars. that is all. i love days like this. sundays when you're not too hungover to appreciate how gorgeous the weather is. chance got to play in the park and chase bugs, leaves, and sticks and meet a bulldog puppy. i don't know what i'd do without that kitten...he's so spoiled it's not even funny. but it is cute. i get to make a video for united way this week! yay. i don't think they understand that i don't really know what i'm doing, though. whatever, i'll figure it out. everything is going really, really well. and i got new cd's today (so much for spending money on stuff like groceries), so that makes life pretty darn good :-) Current mood:  jubilant.
i didn't realize how drunk i must have been until i read that last post. that's what you get for taking a week and a half off from drinking...it was fun though. angela refuses to get a livejournal, and she has her reasons, i just don't remember what they are. i don't really blame her, livejournal is getting really really boring. hence my recent break from it. so chance has this new thing where he wrestles with peoples' arms, legs, even faces...when i'm doing pilates he'll pounce out of nowhere and bite my nose or do something else that's equally surprising and painful. so i'm all scratched up...and i don't really know how to teach him not to do that b/c when i yell at him he sulks, so i don't yell at him. oh well...1.5 months until he's officially a grown-up cat, and then he'll just sleep pretty much all the time and i won't be woken up at 6 AM by an insane kitten pouncing on my head and eating my hair. it's still kind of cute though. and the more i think about it, it's a great way to kick certain people out at the end of the night...i mean, would you stay if you had a 95% chance of being woken up at the crack of dawn because there was a very persistant kitten sinking his teeth into your big toe? haha that's actually kind of convenient. my family is coming up on sunday. i'm so mad. they just saw me 3 weeks ago. i don't understand this obsessive need of theirs to see me constantly. AND they want me to stay in the hotel w/ them for a few nights. why would i ever do that? first of all, i'd actually have to pack myself and the cat to go somewhere that's only 20 minutes away; second of all, i have to work most of the days they'll be here,; and third of all, spending more than 4 hours in a row with them never fails to make me want to go on a killing rampage. if you hear of any mass-murders in the city, you'll know that i was forced to spend the night w/ them. i'm out. Current mood:  restless.
not really;. bu7t i am very drunkl. i21'm at nate and o'tooles and we polayed kings and angela is here and the timny terrore ifngally reuntied! we just saw pat fromthe third floor randomly walking around allston, i love nostalgial. and he thantked us for the card we gothim whn he got kicked out of the forms. what a small world. an d now i have to put in some eyedrosps cause i am asososos stonecd. peeeaaaaaccccccee hiii its angelaaaaaaaaaaaa love ya ll ta fuckinfr death just nbeat it just beat it everyobody must get stoned Current mood:  confused.
so i was worried for a second b/c chance seemed to be sleeping a lot last night and today and i didn't think he usually acted like that. but then i realized, i don't even know how he acts anymore b/c i haven't been in my apartment for more than like 4 hours a day this weekend except for last night and some of today...and i've been asleep or on some sort of substance (or both) for all of those hours. i'm a horrible cat mother from thursday to saturday. so i decided that the all-out crazy weekends, as fun as they might be, should probably be put to an end. but that's not going to happen...so i guess i'll have to try to run over here in the middle of the drunken, drugged up partying and play with my cat for a while, and then the craziness can resume. sounds like a plan to me. by the way, i'm too poor to join the emerson gym right now (yeah, i know it's only $30, it's a looong story) so if anyone has any, like, weight lifting equipment in their basements, let me know so i don't go insane. thanks.
ha these both made me laugh b/c there's definitely some truth in them...and also b/c the book has a hilarious (if taken lightly) title. my goal tonight: go to sleep before 6 AM not go to the neighbors' b/c their apartment makes time seem like it's standing still and you walk out and the sun is already up and...that's about it. sounds easier than it is, tho. florida was...well, imagine pushing your wheelchair-bound grandmother around a crowded theme park for 57189573920217 hours in 97 degree heat with the rest of your family complaining and whining about things most people don't even think of, with no illegal substances of any kind in your system, and then multiply it by 1000 and you'll have some vague idea of where i was at. no, really it wasn't that bad. i exaggerated. kind of. i really did have to push around my grandmother (mom has a bad back, sisters are enjoying the last years of responsibility-free childhood, dad stayed at the hotel doing work most of the time) and let me tell you, she's no lightweight. i almost lost her a couple of times going down the steeper wheelchair ramps. but hey, it was a great way to tan my arms, and now i am back and i don't have to see, fight with, live under the same roof as, or pretend to be nice to my family until probably thanksgiving. yay! chance was perfect, as usual. you'd think a t ride, a plane ride, and being in totally unfamiliar environments for 1.5 weeks would scare a 4 month old kitten, but no, he was his usual crazy-but-still-well-behaved self. people on both my planes kept asking me if i had him on tranquilizers b/c he was so good. for the record, i didn't. also, i am broke. i think i should start a charity. the danielle fund. you can make a difference in my life. make all checks payable to me. donate $100 or more and you will recieve a free pen that i'll steal from work (retail value 29 cents). Current mood:  bouncy.
so i'm in florida, and no joke, it's not nearly as hot as our apartment was last week. the cat survived the plane ride and despite the fact that i had to be nice to a lot of people b/c they all wanted to ooh and ahh at him, it was a successful trip. we did the magic kingdom today, and i don't care what people say, this place is pretty damn cool. i do really miss boston tho and it's only been a day. but i need to just take it easy and not think about boston things and chill for a little while. lauren, i'm calling tomorrow to see how the "male merger" went...i hope you have scandalous news to report. you know what my new pet peeve is? when people come over specifically to smoke you up, then they stay 2 hours trying to get you and your friends to have an orgy with them and, after being shot down repeatedly, leave, and take their pot with them. i'm sorry, i'm not having an orgy for pot. people are weird. well, that's about it. i miss the falafel place...and the constant supply of alcohol in our fridge...and the diversity of allston...yeah, 2 weeks is looking like a long time. everyone better call and entertain me, b/c i have a lot of loooong ass lines to wait on. Current mood:  ditzy.
so the festivities of thursday night left me vomming into the wee hours of the morning last night. too much sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. actually, no rock 'n roll was involved i don't think...unless berklee people who think they're the best singers ever playing emo stuff on acoustic guitars counts. but i don't think it does. i need....shopping. and i need to not be getting on a plane tomorrow. but maybe i'll get to see emily! so that would be fun. you know how you can distract yourself with crazy things from something you don't want to deal with but after a while the crazy things aren't a distraction anymore? i'm there. |
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