sublimation

These past few days, I’ve been channeling my aggression / stress / frustration into hard-core browsing (which leads to whipping out the plastic) and indulging in salty, salty foods. I would not be surprised if this is the week that will cause me to have hypertension in the near future… but at least now I have a good feel for Polaroid’s history and it has led to my being an educated consumer about their soon-to-be outdated products.

The stress that has been accumulating is aggravated by my commute – I noticed this morning that there is no other time during the day that so many strings of profanity are screamed. By me. Inside my head.

I’m wondering if we haven’t spoken because you refuse to apologize – or do you expect an apology from me?

fashion is pain

My new Prada glasses garnered many compliments, but alas, they severely limit my peripheral vision. Especially because I am lacking in the nose bridge department. So I may need to make yet another trip through Commute Hell (read: Flushing) to fix that.

On a fashiony-related note, I’m starting to think that maybe I’d like to be the next RM or LM. That would be incredibly fun and creative and stimulating! And CHALLENGING! What a change that would be. What. A. Change. But really, I think it would be so great to just drown in leather swatches, design hardware with beautiful contours, and market a line. What I would do for the funds to be able to invest in a creative hobby and turn it into my life’s work…

and then there was light

After 40 days of being tempted in the wilderness of jobsearching, I finally got a call back, an interview, and then an offer – all within a week! How quickly things turned around, and just when I was considering hara-kiri… but the cry-for-attention kind instead of the crap-i’m-dead kind. ‘Cause you know, I like pity parties for one.

Woke up too early (yes, I actually planned my sleeping hours) and decided to run on the dusty elliptical. My mom is ridiculous, I told her I was going to use it and she then proceeds to yell at me for NOT using it since we bought it. This is just like when I used to practice piano, I’d sit down and open the cover and she’d yell at me, asking me why I’m not practicing. GIVE ME SOME TIME, LADY. I think I need to move out or else she’ll drive me crazy and re-ignite my hara-kiri tendencies.

So yes, I am out of shape but managed to run, do some yoga stretches to warm down, some weights for my arms, and pathetic leg lifts for my abs. Maybe a pilates video would do me good, or those balls so I can do perfect crunches and obtain perfect abs. Because as of right now, I really could pass for being 3-4 months pregnant. Not. Pretty.

Random: I need to set up a better system of Tags and Categories for this blog. Haha, is it sad that I need to work that out? It doesn’t seem as intuitive to me, maybe because I’m so indecisive.

I’m off to shower, eat, ebay, and then go into the city to shop for work clothes so people don’t think I’m the new high school intern, and then the boy and I are walking the Brooklyn Bridge. Cliche, but whatevs.

Happy Friday, y’all.