I celebrated Valentine's Day with a glass of red wine and a microwavable Brownie recipe, practicing for a French oral presentation and watching Arrested Development. All that was missing from the picture was either a cat (Telly was nowhere to be found!) for the single cliché, or a Mr. Life-Of-Wiley... but Rome wasn't built in a day, and so, friends, we keep waiting for Somebody to Love.
BUT, it is the little things we have to appreciate, at the end of a rough week. A week we spent being anxious and sick and eating emotionally. Life goes on, the treadmill and the gym will still be there, health returns, and midterms will plague us, come hell or high water, self pity, or bagel overdoses.
Today I was at work, when a guy came in wearing a pink sweater vest and a pink bowtie. It. Was. Awesome... and in my excitement, I couldn't contain myself. I told him so. I love when people get festive, a little homage to the day, the time, the feeling. I myself put on bright pink lip colour for the occasion.
Just before he left with his friends, the bowtie man stopped by the counter and told me I had really great beauty marks.
He meant the moles I have on my face.
The ones I get self conscious about. The ones I got from my mother's side.
The ones no one has ever complimented me about, EVER, until today. It was honestly... pretty amazing, if I do say so myself. Moles are beauty marks in someone else's eyes. It's all about perspective, folks.
Other great stuff?
My friend Jocelyn got engaged! (Eeeee!)
And it was Jill's birthday. (Happy Birthday Jilligan! Let me know when you finally get to that video I sent you. <3)
February 15, 2013
February 09, 2013
Le Tired
It's Friday night/Saturday morning, 3AM precisely, the neighbors are blasting music loud as hell, and I'm sitting on my couch blogging. Why am I sitting on my couch blogging, instead of out and about in the city with the people?
Well, for starters, it's cold outside. This morning waiting for the bus, I was cursing the land itself while snowflakes sliced the air, riding on the back of the wind. I knew that tonight was not a "going out on the town to spend money I can't afford to spend, sitting in the same bar" (anything close to the house. Seriously I am a baby when it comes to winter) night. No, I said. Eff you, winter, I said. I'm a badass and I say what I want.
Secondly, this week sort of kicked my ass. I started my new job as a Barista at Java U, which means my usual sleep in days or days off became: "get up at 6AM and hustle to the metro" days. And sleep time became paper writing time or workout time (sometimes) or studying-for-French-exams time. J'etais fatigué. I can only hope that as time goes on, my body will adjust to being on the go all the time and managing all of this won't feel so exhaustive. When I got home from class today, I made a bowl of popcorn, crawled into my bed and watched Portlandia. And it. Was. Awesome.
I regret NOTHING.
Other than that....I'm doing alright. I ate WAY too much chocolate today (there are worse problems to have), I lost 2.5 lbs this week (...no thanks to the chocolate), I aced my French exam with panache (le yay!) and I have a whole weekend in which to do nothing. Or to say I want to do nothing, only to snap with cabin fever and venture forth. It's all good.
Also: I'm thinking about starting a recipe/food blog again, for real this time. My attempt in the past was half hearted and it happened at a time when I wasn't cooking for myself all that much. I think it would be fun, I'm passionate about it, I eat food pretty much every day of my life and it would help me sharpen my writing skills. But I need a name....
Well, for starters, it's cold outside. This morning waiting for the bus, I was cursing the land itself while snowflakes sliced the air, riding on the back of the wind. I knew that tonight was not a "going out on the town to spend money I can't afford to spend, sitting in the same bar" (anything close to the house. Seriously I am a baby when it comes to winter) night. No, I said. Eff you, winter, I said. I'm a badass and I say what I want.
Secondly, this week sort of kicked my ass. I started my new job as a Barista at Java U, which means my usual sleep in days or days off became: "get up at 6AM and hustle to the metro" days. And sleep time became paper writing time or workout time (sometimes) or studying-for-French-exams time. J'etais fatigué. I can only hope that as time goes on, my body will adjust to being on the go all the time and managing all of this won't feel so exhaustive. When I got home from class today, I made a bowl of popcorn, crawled into my bed and watched Portlandia. And it. Was. Awesome.
I regret NOTHING.
Other than that....I'm doing alright. I ate WAY too much chocolate today (there are worse problems to have), I lost 2.5 lbs this week (...no thanks to the chocolate), I aced my French exam with panache (le yay!) and I have a whole weekend in which to do nothing. Or to say I want to do nothing, only to snap with cabin fever and venture forth. It's all good.
Also: I'm thinking about starting a recipe/food blog again, for real this time. My attempt in the past was half hearted and it happened at a time when I wasn't cooking for myself all that much. I think it would be fun, I'm passionate about it, I eat food pretty much every day of my life and it would help me sharpen my writing skills. But I need a name....
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