December 2009
15 posts
i’m missing jordan right now. the dead sea, the red sea. wadi rum, just riding on a camel all morning and seeing the blackest sky in the world just completely LIT UP with stars as i fall asleep in the middle of the desert. another resolution for 2009 is to figure out how to stuff my life into my backpack. once i figure that out, i’m going to travel. just me and some clothes and my...
i just want to be the best person that i can be. that requires a psychiatrist. so, in order to be the best person that i can be, i need to stop being such a fucking baby and go to a psychiatrist.
that’s new years’ resolution number one.
It's time.
For new years’ resolutions. I have plenty. And I know that people think they are stupid. But I need them. I need symbolic beginnings. I need a day that I wake up and say “things are going to be different.” I am so analytical. I can’t just do something when I wake up. I have to plan. I’m literally writing down things to do at the beginning of the year. Where to find...
i’ve been awake for a long time. it’s 5:41 a.m. i don’t have my glasses on, so i thought it was 6:41 a.m. once i finish the laundry, i’m going grocery shopping for christmas eve dinner. get that shit done before the store is a madhouse.
i just this moment decided that i DO want to have kids someday. because of a tollhouse cookie commercial.
today i got middlesex, how to cook everything vegetarian, mario batali’s tour of spain cookbook, real desserts, and barefoot in paris. i’m so excited about reading.
just kidding. tonight is crying. i think i’ll call a therapist on monday. when anxiety keeps you from admitting that you are dealing with depression…i think something is wrong.
tonight is bourbon, episodes of lost, and wishing that karen from will and grace was a real person.
GOD DAMNIT I GOT AN 88.3% AS MY FINAL GRADE IN AFRICAN POLICY. GOD DAMNIT GOD DAMNIT GOD DAMNIT.
Chicago in 2011. It’s happening.
lunch, meeting, and “party” friday, wedding and baking on saturday, boyfriend’s company holiday party sunday. i plan on looking fabulous all weekend.
I find it hard to be motivated to study for this final tonight. All I have to do is pass to keep my B. If I get a 90, I have a POSSIBILITY of getting an A. Obviously, I want an A. But I’m okay with Bs. Why am I so unmotivated lately?
Ten year plan.
2011-2013 be a teacher in chicago or new york.
2013-2015 travel the world doing research for my women’s schools
2015-2017 get a master’s in mass, d.c., new york, etc.
2017-2019 work my entry-level job
2019-2021 implement plan for women’s schools all over the world and save the planet.
While most people hate finals week, I, on the other hand, LOVE FINALS WEEK. Why? Because all of that time usually spent in class can now be spent AT WORK! I get to work a full 30 hours during finals week and make lots of monies! Oh and it helps that one of my finals is during dead week, one of my finals is a paper, one of my finals is a take-home final, and I only have two actual show up and take...
Reading that last post made me hate myself for caring so much about those things when, on nights like tonight (and last night and the night before), I’m in agonizing pain and would give anything for it to go away. I can’t get to the doctor until Friday morning. 800 mg ibuproufen is my saving grace right now. Can’t eat. Can’t sleep. Can’t focus. I have no idea...