1.30.2009

whenever i see this label, and buy this bottle, i think of my number 1. i think it is because of the B, and the swirly image. it conjures a subconscious recollection of her tattoo. and also, the simple elegance and complexity of the logo. it just reminds me of Brooke :o)

conceited?

.... noOooOOo... no way. not meee....

i was just expressing my recent discontent with being in the bible belt. i know i need to patient and understanding at work, but when i tell someone the story of the time i tried to follow a recipe and was so obsessive over the ingredients list that i forgot to cover the braise before putting it in the oven, i don't need to hear that the answer to my inability to read is to pray to JC.  to ask him to make my food delicious. JC should be praying to me! 

ugh. 10 more days [i'm counting today as over.] and i will be back to my atheist and moderately atheist friends. no overt talk of "the lord" where i come from.

1.29.2009

ridiculous. this apartment complex does not shovel anything, and everything is covered in ice. this would not fly in new jersey. however, i don't really care, because i am not paying rent to live here. 

this picture is the looong walk from the mail area back to my apartment. today it was both long and treacherous. anyways, i must start working on this juice bar assignment. i want it finished before i go to bed.

i can't figure out how many night nights and wake ups i'm at... today was 11 days... tomorrow is 10. so i guess that means 9 night nights and 10 wake ups? 

stoOpid simple arithmetic. stupid dresses.

because I DESERVE iT!

last week i was in serious debate between a $3100 gucci bag and debt. i couldn't, in good conscious, do it. today, the isabella fiore boutique opened on this super exclusive, very important people only website that my number 1 invited me to join, and i waivered on this bag for a minute. sent frantic panicky text messages to friends.  IMed various people on my buddy list, boys included, for their opinions. 

what it all boils down to is: my impulsive nature, my love for larger than necessary, fabulous quality, leather bags, and my love for isabella fiore. what was i even debating?! she should be arriving, iN NEW JERSEY, on or around February 16th, bearing a note which reads, "YOU DESERVE iT! WELCOME HOME!"

welcome HOME. :o)

off-track

When I first arrived out here I was so excited and driven.  If it weren't for my IDRC course, I wouldn't even have come home for Thanksgiving! I just wanted to work, I was so committed to our mission and vision, and our patients. I guess it was mid-november that i really began to notice that the executive "chef" here is an idiot, the majority of people around me are mean, selfish, and insecure, and that the food we are producing is complete crap. Oh, and that I needed to stifle myself. Another reason why that pesky driving altercation was a blessing in disguise.

But anyways, this about me being driven. And right now, the pedal is not to the metal. i am "working from home", day 2, and i don't give a fucking shit. and i don't even feel bad, i almost said i felt bad, but if i did, i would do something about it. because the fact of the matter is:

#1- we don't have the resources for my vision.

#2- we don't have the storage space.

#3- my plan isn't going to be followed

UgH. whatever. i am just going to bullshit something real quick within an hour at some point today and be on with my time here. Sad.

1.28.2009

i am getting a head start today; just woke up and already snapped a picture. yesterday was cloudy and miserable, and today the sun is beginning to shine, though you can't really see it in this photo. But it looks beautiful, and rejuvenating. i hope all this ice on the ground disappears [transportation hasn't been running shuttles these past 2 days and i am out of water, and technically out of food, being that i have no milk for my cereal]! i am parched.

anywhO- this picture was shot from my fish bowl prison cell. i left the blinds down because they are a lot of effort to pull up. seriously. in the left corner you can see the cancer treatment center, where i work, and all of the construction they are currently working on. they are building more hotel rooms for patients.

1.27.2009

WHAT?! January 27th?!?! WoWWWW! we're almost there! 13 days :o) i'm glad i can breath again. my mom sent me these flowers with a note saying, "hang in there". i don't like pink. and i'm not big on roses. and, adding to pink, i directly correlate it to breast cancer, so it kinda freaks me out now. but i love my mom. and i appreciate the sentiment. sigh.