Howdy. I'm not feeling very chatty right now. Life is fine. Just kind of distracted at the moment.
Abigail tagged me, but I don't have the patience to figure out how to link to older posts, so I am going to modify this game...
The meme's rules:
1. Go through your archives and link to five of your favourite posts that you have written.
· Link one must be a post about family.
· Link two must be a post about friends.
· Link three must be a post about yourself.
· Link four must be a post about something you love.
· Link five can be a post about anything you choose.
2. Tag five other people to do this meme. Two of them must be people you already know so that you can get to know each other better.
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So, instead, I am going to say something about my:
1) My friends. They are scattered around the country and I am dying to make a giant road trip to touch base with each of them. I feel sort of incomplete having everyone so spread out. I love my friends.
2) My family. They are good people and I'm pretty blessed that I was born into the Jones clan, if I do say so myself. Love them more than anything.
3) Me. I think I'm pretty cool, but rumor has it, I'm kind of a nerd.
4) Something I love. I love ketchup. Best. Condiment. Ever. However, right now, I cannot get enough Cholula. I am drenching my meals in the stuff.
5) Anything I choose. I had a frisbee game last night and it went well. My hip started to get kind of sore afterwards, but it wasn't really a big deal. Then, I woke up today with what felt like a sprained ankle. It was very strange. I didn't hurt myself, and yet, I could barely walk this morning. It's much better now, but my ankle is still pretty sore and wobbly.
That's all I got.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Seven Things
I've been tagged!!! I feel so honored! Thank you, Abigail!
The rules are as follows:
# Link to the person who tagged you
# Post the rules on your blog.
# Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
# Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
# Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.
1. I am missing one of my bottom molars. My mom and my sister are both missing the same tooth. I had a baby tooth, but the permanent one never came in. It's an eastern European thing apparently.
2. I usually order the same breakfast at diners: two eggs, over-easy, bacon or sausage, homefries, and wheat toast. I always have to eat the egg whites first, then I dip one slice of bread in one egg yolk. Then the other slice in the other egg. Then I eat the bacon or sausage. Finally, I eat the homefries with gobs and gobs of ketchup.
3. I'll take cheese over chocolate 9 out of 10 times.
4. I was a life-long nail biter until I looked at my fingers under a microscope in high school biology.
5. I have met two of my favorite authors: Anne Rice and Tom Robbins. Both times, I felt like I could die happy.
6. I spent a summer in Italy when I was in high school. While there, I was introduced to fresh apricots. I ate so many that summer that I literally turned orange from too much beta-carotene.
7. I love the Food Network! Bobby Flay is my man!
I'm tagging 2 of my favorite ladies:
Allison
Melissa
The rules are as follows:
# Link to the person who tagged you
# Post the rules on your blog.
# Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
# Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
# Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.
1. I am missing one of my bottom molars. My mom and my sister are both missing the same tooth. I had a baby tooth, but the permanent one never came in. It's an eastern European thing apparently.
2. I usually order the same breakfast at diners: two eggs, over-easy, bacon or sausage, homefries, and wheat toast. I always have to eat the egg whites first, then I dip one slice of bread in one egg yolk. Then the other slice in the other egg. Then I eat the bacon or sausage. Finally, I eat the homefries with gobs and gobs of ketchup.
3. I'll take cheese over chocolate 9 out of 10 times.
4. I was a life-long nail biter until I looked at my fingers under a microscope in high school biology.
5. I have met two of my favorite authors: Anne Rice and Tom Robbins. Both times, I felt like I could die happy.
6. I spent a summer in Italy when I was in high school. While there, I was introduced to fresh apricots. I ate so many that summer that I literally turned orange from too much beta-carotene.
7. I love the Food Network! Bobby Flay is my man!
I'm tagging 2 of my favorite ladies:
Allison
Melissa
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Gotta Remind Myself
As I type these words, it has been one year, two months, four days, twenty-two hours and nine minutes since my final cigarette.
Holy shit. And I want one. I'm not going to lie. It sucks. It's hard and worth every second of misery. I ran and ran and ran yesterday during my ultimate frisbee game and I could breathe. And damn, it felt so good.
I have to continue to remind myself of the harms of smoking, since, like a break-up with an old boyfriend, I've come to only remember the good times. The bad times: the phlegm, the hacking, the money, the stench....the feeling like an outsider. I convinced myself I liked that. I liked being able to escape from the party and hide outside with my thoughts. I liked having the prop.
Now I have a niece who will never even remember that I was a smoker. And that makes me really happy. She will never associate that smell with me and how I feel about her.
Anywho....just checking in.
Peace.
Holy shit. And I want one. I'm not going to lie. It sucks. It's hard and worth every second of misery. I ran and ran and ran yesterday during my ultimate frisbee game and I could breathe. And damn, it felt so good.
I have to continue to remind myself of the harms of smoking, since, like a break-up with an old boyfriend, I've come to only remember the good times. The bad times: the phlegm, the hacking, the money, the stench....the feeling like an outsider. I convinced myself I liked that. I liked being able to escape from the party and hide outside with my thoughts. I liked having the prop.
Now I have a niece who will never even remember that I was a smoker. And that makes me really happy. She will never associate that smell with me and how I feel about her.
Anywho....just checking in.
Peace.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Holy Molars! I Feel So Lucky!!!!!!
I went this afternoon for my root canal appointment and was ready to shell out approximately $800 on the procedure. When I first found out I needed a root canal, I felt as though I'd been punched in the stomach. My financial situation is always fragile, and I was already feeling pretty overwhelmed, so finding out I'd have to put another huge payment on my credit card totally freaked me out. Not to mention, the second part of the procedure, the crown, was quoted to me to be roughly $1,300. Ugh. Double punch.
So I have been totally bummed out, but had basically come to terms with the money. Then today, I go to the appointment, the dentist does a whole mess of diagnostic tests and discovers that I don't need a root canal after all!!!! The problem wasn't even the tooth my dentist or I thought it was, for crying out loud. My dentist sent me to a specialist to determine whether I needed the root canal, and to do it if so. So yeah, it was a totally different tooth causing me the pain. The specialist filed down a couple of cusps on the problematic molar and ta-da! I'm all better! It's insane.
The best part (aside from the real best part, which is that I didn't have to have my tooth gutted and then the second best part, which is that I don't have to pay for a root canal or a crown), the part that makes me feel like the Universe just smiled (three times) down on me, is that she didn't charge me. She did 7 or 8 x-rays and spent over an hour with me and she didn't charge me. Holy crap, right?! I am so incredibly thankful.
So yeah. I feel very lucky. Thank you, Universe.
So I have been totally bummed out, but had basically come to terms with the money. Then today, I go to the appointment, the dentist does a whole mess of diagnostic tests and discovers that I don't need a root canal after all!!!! The problem wasn't even the tooth my dentist or I thought it was, for crying out loud. My dentist sent me to a specialist to determine whether I needed the root canal, and to do it if so. So yeah, it was a totally different tooth causing me the pain. The specialist filed down a couple of cusps on the problematic molar and ta-da! I'm all better! It's insane.
The best part (aside from the real best part, which is that I didn't have to have my tooth gutted and then the second best part, which is that I don't have to pay for a root canal or a crown), the part that makes me feel like the Universe just smiled (three times) down on me, is that she didn't charge me. She did 7 or 8 x-rays and spent over an hour with me and she didn't charge me. Holy crap, right?! I am so incredibly thankful.
So yeah. I feel very lucky. Thank you, Universe.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Root Canal!
Tomorrow I am quite possibly getting a root canal and I am soooo not looking forward to it!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!
I've had a molar bugging me off and on for a while now, and I visited the dentist several times over the last month for other issues. She kept telling me there was nothing wrong with the tooth, but I kept insisting it was causing me pain. So finally, she did a more thorough exam and discovered that the tooth is cracked down to the gum line.
Depending on the severity of the crack and whether the tooth is salvageable, I may have to have a root canal. I've unfortunately done too much googling in advance of the appointment and have managed to totally freak myself out about the procedure. I'm usually pretty good with tooth stuff, and I'm sure it'll all work out fine, but I'm kind of nervous!
They gut the tooth! Pull out the pulp!!!! Pulp is a horrible word. Pulp.
Argh. Wish me luck, internet!
I've had a molar bugging me off and on for a while now, and I visited the dentist several times over the last month for other issues. She kept telling me there was nothing wrong with the tooth, but I kept insisting it was causing me pain. So finally, she did a more thorough exam and discovered that the tooth is cracked down to the gum line.
Depending on the severity of the crack and whether the tooth is salvageable, I may have to have a root canal. I've unfortunately done too much googling in advance of the appointment and have managed to totally freak myself out about the procedure. I'm usually pretty good with tooth stuff, and I'm sure it'll all work out fine, but I'm kind of nervous!
They gut the tooth! Pull out the pulp!!!! Pulp is a horrible word. Pulp.
Argh. Wish me luck, internet!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
I'm Totally Hibernating
Boston's public transportation is really quite good, but there are certain things about it that aggravate me to no end. My main issue with it is that everything stops running around 1:00. I think the T should at least run until all the bars close, but hey, I don't make the stupid rules.
When I hang out at my favorite Irish pub, like I did Friday night, in order to get home, I have a ten minute walk, 3 trains and a bus ride ahead of me. On a very good night, I can do it in about an hour. Friday night, I boarded the T around...12:50 and finally got home around 2:15. I guess that's not too too bad really. It was interesting though.
See, what happened was, I decided to do the 3 trains and then catch a cab, since I figured that would be quicker than waiting for the bus (the bus runs really infrequently that time of night). My cab driver, however, was driving at approximately 5 miles per hour. So, I asked as nicely as possible, "Um, excuse me, sir, but could you please drive a little bit quicker?" He sort of laughed me off and slowly explained to me that driving faster was not going to get us through this red light any quicker. We kept hitting lights and it kept not making any sense to go faster. I felt like a jerk, so I apologized and explained that it's just that money is tight right now and I'm impatient by nature.
We started talking and the conversation progressed to politics and then to family and life and people and all things deep and inspiring at 2:10 in the morning. His name was Eddie, he was from Haiti and he was sweet. He told me I am "a young woman of solid substance" and that if his daughter had half the sensibility I have, his life would be so much different.
Wow. I really needed that. I have been feeling kind of down lately, so I welcomed his flattery with open arms. It was really nice speaking with him, even if I was in that cab for 45 minutes instead of the 10 I was anticipating.
I slept until I couldn't sleep another moment on Saturday. Finally got out of bed around 1:30. I have a cold and am Captain Snot right now, so after running a couple of quick errands, I holed up in my apartment and watched 8 or 9 hours of television.
Today, I started the day with some laundry, then finished it with some wine and painting. I have never really tried my hand at painting, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover how much I enjoyed spending the evening doing it. That, coupled with the big bowl of dumplings I just had, really made today a good day.
I love being alone and having weekends like this. Where every decision I make is all mine and I can do whatever I want. Sometimes, the idea of having to incorporate someone else's ideas/agendas with mine kind of freaks me out. I almost feel like I've been single for so long that I no longer know how to be in a relationship at all. I'm terrified of having to compromise my freedom.
Is that weird? Am I just making excuses or something?
I don't know. Whatevs.
When I hang out at my favorite Irish pub, like I did Friday night, in order to get home, I have a ten minute walk, 3 trains and a bus ride ahead of me. On a very good night, I can do it in about an hour. Friday night, I boarded the T around...12:50 and finally got home around 2:15. I guess that's not too too bad really. It was interesting though.
See, what happened was, I decided to do the 3 trains and then catch a cab, since I figured that would be quicker than waiting for the bus (the bus runs really infrequently that time of night). My cab driver, however, was driving at approximately 5 miles per hour. So, I asked as nicely as possible, "Um, excuse me, sir, but could you please drive a little bit quicker?" He sort of laughed me off and slowly explained to me that driving faster was not going to get us through this red light any quicker. We kept hitting lights and it kept not making any sense to go faster. I felt like a jerk, so I apologized and explained that it's just that money is tight right now and I'm impatient by nature.
We started talking and the conversation progressed to politics and then to family and life and people and all things deep and inspiring at 2:10 in the morning. His name was Eddie, he was from Haiti and he was sweet. He told me I am "a young woman of solid substance" and that if his daughter had half the sensibility I have, his life would be so much different.
Wow. I really needed that. I have been feeling kind of down lately, so I welcomed his flattery with open arms. It was really nice speaking with him, even if I was in that cab for 45 minutes instead of the 10 I was anticipating.
I slept until I couldn't sleep another moment on Saturday. Finally got out of bed around 1:30. I have a cold and am Captain Snot right now, so after running a couple of quick errands, I holed up in my apartment and watched 8 or 9 hours of television.
Today, I started the day with some laundry, then finished it with some wine and painting. I have never really tried my hand at painting, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover how much I enjoyed spending the evening doing it. That, coupled with the big bowl of dumplings I just had, really made today a good day.
I love being alone and having weekends like this. Where every decision I make is all mine and I can do whatever I want. Sometimes, the idea of having to incorporate someone else's ideas/agendas with mine kind of freaks me out. I almost feel like I've been single for so long that I no longer know how to be in a relationship at all. I'm terrified of having to compromise my freedom.
Is that weird? Am I just making excuses or something?
I don't know. Whatevs.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Feeling Craptastic
I feel crappy. I guess it's the weather or something, but everything kind of sucks right now. Nothing is really that bad. I'm just dissatisfied and annoyed and tired of dealing.
At times like this, I often resort to making a list of why I'm stressed/angry/on edge. Right now, the list looks like this:
1) I keep putting on weight and have no motivation to do anything to stop it.
2) I am lonely.
3) I feel like I will never be debt-free. The debt keeps growing and I feel like I am drowning in it.
4) I miss my old friends. They are so far away and I don't have the funds to visit them.
I guess that's it. Money, weight, relationships. Shocking.
Ugh. I shouldn't be complaining, but I can't help it. It has been really hard to get out of bed lately. Today, I didn't bother. I guess I'm depressed or something. Whatever.
You know what? I'm going for a walk. Fuck this self-pity. I am tired of feeling this way. Clearly, the lack of exercise isn't helping the situation. Here goes nothing.
At times like this, I often resort to making a list of why I'm stressed/angry/on edge. Right now, the list looks like this:
1) I keep putting on weight and have no motivation to do anything to stop it.
2) I am lonely.
3) I feel like I will never be debt-free. The debt keeps growing and I feel like I am drowning in it.
4) I miss my old friends. They are so far away and I don't have the funds to visit them.
I guess that's it. Money, weight, relationships. Shocking.
Ugh. I shouldn't be complaining, but I can't help it. It has been really hard to get out of bed lately. Today, I didn't bother. I guess I'm depressed or something. Whatever.
You know what? I'm going for a walk. Fuck this self-pity. I am tired of feeling this way. Clearly, the lack of exercise isn't helping the situation. Here goes nothing.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Big Day Tomorrow
Tomorrow is my first annual review at my job (been there since last January). I am going to attempt to negotiate my way to a happier salary, but I have to admit, I'm pretty nervous. I've never done this before, but I figure, what have I got to lose? I have to learn to speak business sometime.
Also, my allergy testing is tomorrow afternoon, so I will hopefully finally be able to figure out--after much poking, I assume--why my eyelids swell up and turn bright red and itchy once every few months. Is it something in red wine? That's the only thing I can figure, but I've had quite a lot of wine that didn't affect me that way, so I don't know.
So yeah, money and health. Big day. Here's to good happy things, like more money and finding out I'm not allergic to red wine. Ugh, that would seriously blow.
Also, my allergy testing is tomorrow afternoon, so I will hopefully finally be able to figure out--after much poking, I assume--why my eyelids swell up and turn bright red and itchy once every few months. Is it something in red wine? That's the only thing I can figure, but I've had quite a lot of wine that didn't affect me that way, so I don't know.
So yeah, money and health. Big day. Here's to good happy things, like more money and finding out I'm not allergic to red wine. Ugh, that would seriously blow.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
By Golly, I Think it is Time
Time for a show. Time for...the theatre! I am suddenly intensely feeling the urge to do something, anything creative. It's funny because on the other hand, more than anything, I want to eat until I feel I might pop and sleep until I can't possibly sleep another second. I am torn between hibernating and creating.
I can sleep. One of the things I am best at is sleeping. That may sound silly, but consider this. One weekend during my senior year, I fell asleep at 7:00 Friday night and woke up at 5:00 on Saturday afternoon. I slept for almost an entire drive from chicago to southern florida that same year.
I can do this now without much fanfare, but now I'm doing a lot more of the boozing, so it's not quite as impressive.
Anyway, I want things right now. I want to be busy. I want to create things, sleep a lot and eat everything that's not nailed down.
I could also go for a hug.
Peace out, yo.
P.S. Today I have officially NOT spent $1,500 on cigarettes! Woot!
I can sleep. One of the things I am best at is sleeping. That may sound silly, but consider this. One weekend during my senior year, I fell asleep at 7:00 Friday night and woke up at 5:00 on Saturday afternoon. I slept for almost an entire drive from chicago to southern florida that same year.
I can do this now without much fanfare, but now I'm doing a lot more of the boozing, so it's not quite as impressive.
Anyway, I want things right now. I want to be busy. I want to create things, sleep a lot and eat everything that's not nailed down.
I could also go for a hug.
Peace out, yo.
P.S. Today I have officially NOT spent $1,500 on cigarettes! Woot!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Nicotine Recovery: Day 366
Yes, that's right. I have officially been quit for 1 year and 1 day and, can I just say, HOLY CRAP! I celebrated by buying myself a car! Sweet reward, eh? Tack it onto the heaping pile of debt. It's all good! I deserve it, damnit! So yeah. I did. I bought a car and it pretty much rocks. I love late night grocery shopping. I had forgotten how satisfying it can be.
Anyway, back to it. One year. What a weird feeling. What an accomplishment. I am so proud of myself. This has been the most difficult thing I have ever done and yet, the battle rages on. I still want a cigarette pretty much everyday, but I no longer come to that conclusion independently. It is always triggered by someone else's smoking, instead of coming from my own instinct. That's a good feeling. A great feeling.
It is getting easier and I am so glad I did this for myself. I remember the first couple of days and the horrible withdrawal and how I felt like as if a monster was trying to crawl out of my chest and attack anyone who looked at me in a funny way. I felt like I was exploding inside and the only thing that would fix it was a cigarette. It was awful. I never, ever want to go through that again.
It has really helped me to think about this process as a recovery from nicotine addiction instead of breaking up with my best friend, which is how it felt much of the time. I went to the doctor right before I quit and she didn't want to talk about my girly issues. Nooooo....she wanted to talk about smoking. She wouldn't stop asking me questions about how much I smoked and then she asked if I could imagine a day without a cigarette and I honestly could not. I then noticed that on her computer screen, under my name, it said "nicotine abuse disorder."
Disorder? Disorderly? Me???? I am an organizational freak and some would argue, a control freak. I saw those words and it really struck a chord with me.
It was the right chord at the right time I think. I am so thankful. So freaking thankful.
Happy day.
Anyway, back to it. One year. What a weird feeling. What an accomplishment. I am so proud of myself. This has been the most difficult thing I have ever done and yet, the battle rages on. I still want a cigarette pretty much everyday, but I no longer come to that conclusion independently. It is always triggered by someone else's smoking, instead of coming from my own instinct. That's a good feeling. A great feeling.
It is getting easier and I am so glad I did this for myself. I remember the first couple of days and the horrible withdrawal and how I felt like as if a monster was trying to crawl out of my chest and attack anyone who looked at me in a funny way. I felt like I was exploding inside and the only thing that would fix it was a cigarette. It was awful. I never, ever want to go through that again.
It has really helped me to think about this process as a recovery from nicotine addiction instead of breaking up with my best friend, which is how it felt much of the time. I went to the doctor right before I quit and she didn't want to talk about my girly issues. Nooooo....she wanted to talk about smoking. She wouldn't stop asking me questions about how much I smoked and then she asked if I could imagine a day without a cigarette and I honestly could not. I then noticed that on her computer screen, under my name, it said "nicotine abuse disorder."
Disorder? Disorderly? Me???? I am an organizational freak and some would argue, a control freak. I saw those words and it really struck a chord with me.
It was the right chord at the right time I think. I am so thankful. So freaking thankful.
Happy day.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
You know, sometimes life is weird.
Weird and awkward and uncomfortable.
Like now. I am feeling very unbalanced. I feel unsure about a lot of things and dissatisfied with most. I get angry easily and my temper is short. I am not prepared to deal, to be patient and listen. I am nervous and suspicious and feeling fat and this is a bad combination.
I feel as though I am constantly on the brink of cutting my hair off and dying what remains purple. Purple scalp. Quitting my job and liquidating my shit and dealing with the consequences later. Taking a long trip and learning German. Piercing something new. It's been a long time since a new piercing.
Getting a tattoo.
I've actually been contemplating the idea of getting a tattoo to represent my committment to myself to remain smoke-free. I hesitate though, because I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I need to maintain some sort of escape from my smoke-free lifestyle. Having to contradict a tattoo would really suck. I think that is part of the addiction, allowing myself the idea that one day, I'll have another cigarette.
It has been 11 months and 5 days since my last sickorette. I know this because I've installed a quitmeter on my desktop, wherein I programmed how much I was smoking, how often, and how much it cost me. So, It's been nearly a year, I've saved....$1,334.72, and I have NOT smoked......5,070 cigarettes.......5,070!!!!!!! Can you believe that? Each one was like 7 minutes! What is that?.....Oh my god.....591.5 hours?.....Oh my god. Are there seriously only 720 hours in a month? I would have spent nearly....25 days of the last 11 months smoking....25 days....How fucked up is that? Holy crapola!!!!!!!
Wow.
What's doubly fucked up is that I still want a cigarette. But you know, I can breathe and run without coughing or wheezing and I don't cough up chunky stuff. Ever. And that is good. Also, I never smell of cigarettes and that is really nice.
Can you tell this post is me trying to convince myself that I'm doing okay and don't need a stupid sickorette? Cuz crap sucks right now and it would be so easy to just have one. Argh!!!! I need a friggin' punching bag in my room or something.
It's time for bed.
Goodnight.
Like now. I am feeling very unbalanced. I feel unsure about a lot of things and dissatisfied with most. I get angry easily and my temper is short. I am not prepared to deal, to be patient and listen. I am nervous and suspicious and feeling fat and this is a bad combination.
I feel as though I am constantly on the brink of cutting my hair off and dying what remains purple. Purple scalp. Quitting my job and liquidating my shit and dealing with the consequences later. Taking a long trip and learning German. Piercing something new. It's been a long time since a new piercing.
Getting a tattoo.
I've actually been contemplating the idea of getting a tattoo to represent my committment to myself to remain smoke-free. I hesitate though, because I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I need to maintain some sort of escape from my smoke-free lifestyle. Having to contradict a tattoo would really suck. I think that is part of the addiction, allowing myself the idea that one day, I'll have another cigarette.
It has been 11 months and 5 days since my last sickorette. I know this because I've installed a quitmeter on my desktop, wherein I programmed how much I was smoking, how often, and how much it cost me. So, It's been nearly a year, I've saved....$1,334.72, and I have NOT smoked......5,070 cigarettes.......5,070!!!!!!! Can you believe that? Each one was like 7 minutes! What is that?.....Oh my god.....591.5 hours?.....Oh my god. Are there seriously only 720 hours in a month? I would have spent nearly....25 days of the last 11 months smoking....25 days....How fucked up is that? Holy crapola!!!!!!!
Wow.
What's doubly fucked up is that I still want a cigarette. But you know, I can breathe and run without coughing or wheezing and I don't cough up chunky stuff. Ever. And that is good. Also, I never smell of cigarettes and that is really nice.
Can you tell this post is me trying to convince myself that I'm doing okay and don't need a stupid sickorette? Cuz crap sucks right now and it would be so easy to just have one. Argh!!!! I need a friggin' punching bag in my room or something.
It's time for bed.
Goodnight.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Tacos Are For Lovers
I haven’t posted in a while and figured since I linked to a couple of blogs today, I’d update. You know, just in case someone stops by to check the place out.
Well, let’s see…..the last time I posted was in July and it sounds like I was pretty miserable. I’m feeling much better these days. I moved to a new city on September 1st in the Boston area, which has been quite an experience. This city, we’ll call it Homeville, is the most diverse city I’ve ever lived in. The streets are filled with Spanish speakers mostly, so I am slowly picking up some new words and phrases.
I studied Spanish for one semester during my final year of college and have always wanted to learn more, so being in such close proximity to so many native speakers is really awesome.
Also, Homeville has some really tasty food. Mmmmm…..tacos. Tacos are my favorite food in the whole wide world. I could eat tacos for every meal. There is a little Salvadoran restaurant near my house and holy tacos are their tacos delicious! Me gusta mucho.
In other news, I am still off of the cigarettes. It has been ten months! Ten months. That is a lot of months, right?! It’s crazy. I think about the last ten months and how hard I have struggled with those evil sickorettes and am so incredibly proud of myself. I haven’t had a single cigarette in ten months. I can’t believe so much time has passed since I had my last one.
It’s weird though. I still want a cigarette pretty much every day. I hear that it takes a couple of years to stop thinking about them all together, and I am hoping that is true (or that it takes less time, naturally), but sometimes I feel like I will always want one. Forever. I hope that’s not the case. It would suck to live life constantly wanting a cigarette, don’t you think?
My birthday is in a week and I’ve decided that instead of celebrating that, I am going to celebrate my one year non-smoking mark, November 26th. I think I will invite my friends to go out to dinner with me. We will eat, drink and be merry and it will be fun. I think a one year mark is much more significant than a silly birthday, don’t you?
Anyhooters…..that’s all for today. Have a nice Wednesday!
Well, let’s see…..the last time I posted was in July and it sounds like I was pretty miserable. I’m feeling much better these days. I moved to a new city on September 1st in the Boston area, which has been quite an experience. This city, we’ll call it Homeville, is the most diverse city I’ve ever lived in. The streets are filled with Spanish speakers mostly, so I am slowly picking up some new words and phrases.
I studied Spanish for one semester during my final year of college and have always wanted to learn more, so being in such close proximity to so many native speakers is really awesome.
Also, Homeville has some really tasty food. Mmmmm…..tacos. Tacos are my favorite food in the whole wide world. I could eat tacos for every meal. There is a little Salvadoran restaurant near my house and holy tacos are their tacos delicious! Me gusta mucho.
In other news, I am still off of the cigarettes. It has been ten months! Ten months. That is a lot of months, right?! It’s crazy. I think about the last ten months and how hard I have struggled with those evil sickorettes and am so incredibly proud of myself. I haven’t had a single cigarette in ten months. I can’t believe so much time has passed since I had my last one.
It’s weird though. I still want a cigarette pretty much every day. I hear that it takes a couple of years to stop thinking about them all together, and I am hoping that is true (or that it takes less time, naturally), but sometimes I feel like I will always want one. Forever. I hope that’s not the case. It would suck to live life constantly wanting a cigarette, don’t you think?
My birthday is in a week and I’ve decided that instead of celebrating that, I am going to celebrate my one year non-smoking mark, November 26th. I think I will invite my friends to go out to dinner with me. We will eat, drink and be merry and it will be fun. I think a one year mark is much more significant than a silly birthday, don’t you?
Anyhooters…..that’s all for today. Have a nice Wednesday!
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