13 things on a Wednesday
- Boston! I am in Boston! I’ve always wanted to come to Boston, since, like, high school. I always thought Boston would slip itself into the #1 spot on my favourite city list. It has not. Although don’t get me wrong, I do like it, but judging from my 1st impressions, I wouldn’t fight to live here. This is probably because I just came from NYC, which makes Boston seem too teeny-tiny.
- *Boston Meetup!* Although, I use the word “meetup” lightly, more of a, come hangout, grab a beer, laugh, enjoy gossip, casual-style. You know the deal. I’ll be awkward, you can judge, I’ll then be more awkward. So what are the dirty deets, you ask? 8:30pm Lucky’s. Across from the infamous Drink, which I’ll assume will be too busy and/or cool for me.
- Ta-Da! Look who’s on Shape.com today. This gal! It’s all about my mus-ique choices for working out. Although, they left out my actual “go-to” songs, so: Black & Gold by Sam Sparro // Ignition by R. Kelly // Wrath Pinned to the Mist and Other Games by Of Montreal // We Made You by Eminem // Love the Way You Life by Eminem/Rihanna // Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol // I’ve Just Seen a Face by Jim Sturgess (Across the Universe Soundtrack) //Suddenly I see by KT Tunstall
- I was lucky enough to get invited to see God of Carnage tonight with the lovely Miss. Nicole Marie. She got *free* tickets for me and my friend. I can’t thank you enough, Nicole, so… thank-you! thank-you!
- I am craving petting animals right now. Like, weirdly so. All I want to do is run over to any cat and/or dog I see lately and pet it. Lucky for me my two friends Naomi and Claire, have a cat and dog. I’m going to sneak into their rooms tonight and lure the animals to come sleep with me. Also, I am going riding this weekend high-five! high-five!
- I am addicted to Instagram (ps my username: Fabulizzles)
- Toronto on Friday. I’m actually excited about going home, excited to see my people, and touch and hug them in inappropriate ways. I’m also excited to run. I gave up the whole fighting myself to run on vacation thing, I’m awful (re: too lazy) to do it, but come next week - schedules will be made, and running shoes will be laced.
- Finding a house and/or job in The Melbourne is proving harder than I thought.
- I would give anything to get my body from this time last year back. But here’s the kicker… this time last year? I thought I was fat. FO-SHAME! I am stunned at what a difference a few pounds can do to one’s clothes (stupid winter jacket won’t zip up anymore). I look at photos of my trip, or from last summer and can’t believe how skinny I was. I also can’t believe how I didn’t see how little I was then!!!
- okCupid update? Well… let’s just say I have yet to stumble across someone who makes me excited. I’m up to message #8 (go me!) with a guy, but kind of want to transition him into being friends. No one has sparked my fancy that much yet. Also (shallow alert), but when super-hot-smokin’-foxes message me with a nice, well thought out message, I get too scared to message them back. It’s this stupid thing I do, not respond to good looking people. #noideawhy
- I didn’t tell y’all this, because y’know, my blog is filled with pretty, shiny, distraing things, but the other day I cried in the MOMA’s washroom. So many things happened at once. And then boom. I was looking at art alone in the MOMA, and felt so lonely and sad. Like a failure. I didn’t have a boyfriend, or anyone I even liked. Like everyone in my life was pairing off, but me. I cried. At 27. In the MOMA’s disabled toilet stall. I cried. I don’t know. Sometimes I just feel so damn lonely, and in those moments, it really hurts to be me.
- I had a moment by myself yesterday where I *freaked* out at my current life status of one-way ticket to Melbourne, no job, no friends, no house, gained weight, dwindling money, no boyfriend… no life. Enough said. As you can assume I freaked out, and really questioned whether I was making the right life decision by moving. If only I could live in NY, I just seem to get that city, and it gets me. Le sigh… (stupid immigration).
- I can’t stop eating lately. Even though my pants are so tight I can see the red lines on my stomach the. next. morning. OMIGOD why did I just admit that? But for some reason, I’m just in this numb, I-don’t-care, I’ll-deal-with-it-later-phase. It’s sad. Depressing really. I don’t know what else to say. Sometimes I’ll literally tell myself (not outloud, i’m not *that* crazy), you are eating right now because you’re lonely, but then I’ll still eat it. When I’m not even hungry. Issues. I need to run again. I need a routine.
