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New Year!
Ahl-right Ah-right. Obviously I’m bad at timeliness. so sue me. If anyone even cares, this is what I’m working on as of January 1, 2009.
RESOLUTIONS.
1. Stop smoking (cigarettes).
2. Stop drinking.
3. Lose 30 lbs. (Standard)
4. Read more non-fiction for fun.
5. Go to class.
6. Be nicer to people. [Edit: be nicer to NICE people. I will not tolerate stupidity, caddy-ness, or general shitty attitudes.]
7. Become vegetarian.
Now that we’re 30 days into January, I’m sure you’re all curious to know how the work is going on these resolutions.
Well here are my STATS.
1. Stop smoking (cigarettes). – Success. I was never addicted to them so it wasn’t difficult. Although, I do miss the occasional smoke, it’s not worth the cancer I suppose. Hooka is still occasional.
2. Stop drinking. – This lasted for a good 3 weeks. A rough 3 weeks of an online class that ate my soul. I deserved some fun. Also, an upside of not drinking means I was close to vomiting off of 5 beers. This resolution has been edited to stop drinking AS MUCH. Hopefully I can keep it to one night a week. The extra caloric intake drastically effects Resolution #3, so I need to keep this one in check. Plus, the shit alcohol actually does to your body is pretty astonishing.
3. Lose 30 lbs. - Working on it. I haven’t been to the gym in 2 weeks, but my horseback riding is killing every muscle in my body. Still, the new healthy diet (which will be discussed as a part of Resolution #7, has helped me kick about 7 lbs. Not bad.)
4. Read more non-fiction for fun. – This is awesome. I’m really into it. Some of my classes actually have decently interesting books this semester, so I’m very optimistic for this goal.
5. Go to class. - Eh. I’ve skipped Chem twice and Religion once. And I didn’t go to PR Mgmt the day of the Inaguration, but I don’t count that as skipping. I’m trying at least.
6. Be nicer to people. [Edit: Be nicer to NICE people. I will not tolerate stupidity, caddyness, or general shitty attitudes.] – I’m definitely more tolerant of people, even those listed in the edit. Baby steps, but I’m proud of my steps so far.
7. Become vegetarian. – Alright. In reading Skinny Bitch in order to help me attain Resolution #3, there were some SERIOUS facts that have led me to make a serious life change to being Vegan. On top of this, I refuse to eat anything non-organic. I realize this is a pretty serious step, but events and other information has come to my attention that greatly effected my thoughts on this issue. I do not want anything in my body that I cannot identify. I think that makes sense, so laugh if you want to, but when you get colon cancer and I don’t I won’t be laughing at you.
So there it is. We’ll see how it goes.
peace, love & vegans,
natalie marie.
and just when you think the world’s a giant shithole…
… two random boys give you a free jar of candy.
thank god.
peace, love, and hope.
natalie marie.
let’s get serious…
…for a minute… i try to keep things light while discussing my ridiculous, hazardous, and inappropriate lifestyle. but for a while now, i’ve felt the need to discuss a particular issue that has currently taken over my life and therefore my brain.
there aren’t many people i have a sincere jealousy for.
lie.
i could probably make a list of people i am jealous of – angelina jolie for starters.
but there are probably a lot of people who are jealous of me. not to be egotistical, but i mean, i’m not homeless, i’m not dying, i’m not a fucking moron… so i think i have a right to have confidence in that idea.
but i am jealous of the people who have functional romantic relationships. (like that clarification? friendships are not included here. and that is important to note.)
was it the home i was raised in? is it my obsession with pop culture that has planted this idea of the happy ending in my head - that love conquers all? divorce rates and break ups prove this wrong. but why do we still hope for it? was it the boys that broke my heart and broke my spirit that made me this way? was it a combination of all the above?
why am i completely incapable of having a functional relationship? (or so it seems)
once people are damaged (D-A-M-A-G-E-D… thanks Danity Kane) will they forever be attracted to those just as damaged as they are? can that ever result in a happy ending? do the hopeless romantics find each other? or does it take a hopeless romantic and an emotional retard to balance each other out in order to make things work?
when do you know if youre calling it quits because youre being a coward or if its really just not meant to be?
i’m exhausted. and i have a great boy that really cares about me. and he makes me really happy. but we’re both fucked in the head. and im sick of my baggage fucking shit up. i’m tired of running, i’m tired of being scared, i’m tired of doubting him for no reason. life is already too complicated without this crap. it disgusts me that part of me wishes i hadnt met him, because then i would never know how happy i could be. how twisted is that?
the glass isnt even half empty. someone drank it all.
peace, scorn, and no love here today.
natalie marie.
Rule #3
Sabra and I have added a new rule. And here I am to unveil it for you:
Rule Number 3: Money tips the scale.
For example: If someone asks me out and I could go either way – yes or no, if it seems as though they may be well off, I will say yes.
Simple enough. And makes so much sense. And life easier.
WHAT.
… is my life.
No seriously. The bull shit that happens to me is really unbelievable. Or maybe not totally unbelievable, but just happens too often to be believable.
As I am back in Syracuse, there were two crucial things on my to do list. They were:
1. Leah’s Sunflower Chicken Salad Sandwhich from A La Mode
2. Vegan Burrito from Alto Cinco.
I was able to do work on number one this afternoon on my way to Home Depot to buy paint. After an exhausting/productive day of painting my room. I decided an appropriate award would be to check off number 2.
After about 14 unanswered calls (and I do not exaggerate on this number), I decided to drive to Alto Cinco and confront them on their poor phone skills. Frustrated that I have to leave the house covered in paint (literally, my eyelashes have paint on them), I drive by Alto Cinco only to see that THEIR LIGHTS ARE OFF AND CHAIRS UP ON TABLES.
WHAT.
Pissed off I come home and order chicken fingers and curly fries from Acropolis.
20 minutes later my phone rings. I answer – guy says “Hi I have a pizza delivery at I think I’m at your door.” Strange way to let someone know that information but I ignore that and open the front door.
Delivery boy (pretty decent looking) proceeds to give me my food and I pay (and give a generous tip for his humor) he says thank you and ads on a “so what are you girls doing tonight.”
I’m sorry what.
After we giggle and say hanging out he invites us to come to his house and then to a party on Comstock.
He says just come over to which I say – and say what, oh hi you delivered my food? (slightly degrading and offensive, but thats honestly what I would have said because – what. what are you doing.)
He then WHIPS out a piece of paper and says, “well ya know what..”
and POINTS to the DELIVERY SLIP and says while pointing:
“Thats your name. And thats your number.”
OH! DONT WORRY! THATS NOT CREEPY AT ALL!
What?! WHAT THE HELL?! WHO TOLD HIM THIS WAS OK TO DO!?
Honestly, at what point in his life did someone say, if you ever are delivering food to a cute girl, it is totaly reasonable to dig out her name and number from the delivery slip, because, hey, you already know where she lives. This way you can REALLY stalk the shit out of her.
Thank god for Syracuse. You never fail to be the sketchiest place on earth.
peace, love, and stalkers,
natalie marie.
I Am A Fake.
I say a lot of cynical bull shit.
But at the end of the day, I’m just another girl looking for her prince charming.
peace, love, and fairytales,
natalie marie.
