I can't remember the last time I slept all day..

The weekend was good...I went out with some friends on Friday night to Purple Cafe (an amazing wine bar in Seattle) and had the most incredible gorgonzola stuffed dates with pine nuts. Basically I would give up every other flavor in my life if I could eat those all of the time. I'm not joking, it's true. They're amazing.

Saturday I watched the Olympics most of the day and went to a bbq at a friend's house on Saturday night with C. We played "Catch Phrase" which I have to tell you is a really fun game. I think I might buy it. I loved it.

Sunday I literally slept and lounged around all freaking day long. I didn't do anything. I drove to West Seattle....that's it. And I found that whole process exhausting. I can't remember the last time I just did nothing. I did jump around a little bit while I was watching the men's relay in swimming last night...I can't believe how close it was...incredible.

I'm going home this week. So happy. I get to drink sweet tea and eat Al's veggie burgers...see my friends and brothers and of course my mom. I can't wait. It's time. It's past time. I hate being this far away sometimes. It's just so hard.

I'll talk more later when I'm not so tired. I'm just going to look a craigslist and catch some zzz. Sorry for the boring post, I'll be exciting later.

This laptop is burning my leg..

When did I become old? When did I become a compulsive complainer? I swear I bitch about the most ridiculous things, EVER. When did I start complaining about loud kids or crappy movies or how tired I am? Or getting up in the morning -- oh wait, I've always complained about that.

It happened fast. All of a sudden I couldn't stay up late or go out all night with friends. All I wanted was to be at home and ready to be in bed by 10 p.m. at the latest. I'm in bed right now, as a matter of fact. Because all of the sudden, I got old.

I hate that I got old. I can't define what it is about me that died, some kind of enthusiasm for life or my ridiculous nature got toned down. Partially I think it's because of the business I'm in or the type of clients I serve. While I have a good time, a lot of the day to day is pretty dry...and some how that's dampened my spirits. The bright nature that once was.

I HATE that.

There are things about me from a year or two ago that I don't miss at all. I was a meddler. I meddled in people's affairs, caused drama, stirred up the pot where ever I could. I killed that behavior after moving to Seattle, which I'm thankful for. Maybe a part of it was growing up and I had to leave town to do it. Whatever the reason, I'm glad I aged past it.

I do miss my wandering spirit, the freedom to roam. The freedom to be me. While I wouldn't say it's been put into some incoherent cavern of my mind completely, it certainly has scaled back. I miss it, but I realize that I might never have it back in full force again. I'm an adult now. I have to learn to live practically. I have to save money and be responsible. So that one day I will be able to have the financial security that comes with being free.

One day....one day I'm going to see the world. I'm going to take it all by storm. I will be back....and you won't hear even a tinge of complaint out of me.

...One more thing...I AM Carrie Bradshaw.

Or at least I would like to follow this advice in addition to the car wash sponge advice you'll find below...

“Eventually all the pieces fall into place....until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moment, and know that everything happens for a reason.”
-Carrie Bradshaw

Much better than you did in high school...

I posted a new picture up on my facebook page today from Genesee Park. C and I went down there to watch the Blue Angels' show, which was in fact awesome.




In the picture my hair is a mess, I have grass all over me...it's not what I'd call a stellar picture. Funny enough, though, I received a comment on fb from a girl I knew back in high school saying, "Wow, you look so much better than you did."

While I know she didn't mean anything by it except exactly what she said, I think, "Who the hell actually looked good in high school, and if they did look good then which of them still look good now?"

Okay, there are a few exceptions, but not that many that come to top of mind. Anyway, here are things that are different from high school:

* I'm several years older
* 50 lbs lighter
* less acne thanks to Proactive and Jessica Simpson
* A lot less naive
* Not miserable
* slightly less dramatic

I'd like to say I'm more intelligent, but that is to be determined. Talking about high school gets me thinking back though. While high school is/was utterly miserable for the large chunk of us, here are a few things that make me feel nostalgic:

* Being near my best friends
* The predictability of life. Even if you could predict each and every day sucking.
* Simplicity of it all.
* Pep rallies. It's funny to think that pom poms and "chubby bunny" would inspire me feel any level of peppiness. Especially about football.
* My old high school principal. He had the best sayings EVER. "Don't be late in '98." "Be on time in '99." "Don't be slow in double 0." And my favorite, "Miss Randazza, why don't you get on to class and soak up lots of knowledge like a giant car wash sponge."

Ahhh, Mr. C. Such great advice has rarely been seen. In fact, I think I'm going to make that my goal for the next month. I am going to soak up as much knowledge as I can "like a giant car wash sponge." That way when someone says something like "how did you ever overcome being the ugliest person ever since high school?" maybe then I'll have soaked up enough wit to say something snide back.


Meh. Goodnight.