Amazingly, the boy is going to stick it out and stay with me, claiming that, if he too tests positive, "hey, it's something 1 out of 4 people live with. I'll be fine." Well, we'll see, but for now the assurance is blissful.
The other night, however, I was left somewhat emptied by a weird dream. I was a little older -30ish, maybe- and my boyfriend and I were married (he himself was not in the dream, but I just remember that being the case). It was a cold winter night, and I was giving our daughter, Clea (a name which I have also had dreams about) a warm bath, followed by a nice fluffy towel down, and a nice aromatic rub down of Organic Honey lotion (yeah, even in my dreams I'm hippy-dippy). It was just one of those sweet, tender, mother-daughter scenes that felt eerily real the dreams can. I could even smell the honey - which itself played an unusually prominent role, as "honey" was the color of the bathroom walls, and Clea's hair (odd, considering my BF and I are both swarthy).
Anyway, I awoke soon after by my BF's gentle tapping (he wakes me up when he's lonely), and I couldn't understand why I began crying as I retold it to him. We've always been iffy-on-the-side-of-no concerning kids seeing as how many of them are sticky, spiteful products of poor, zombie-fied parenting; in fact, he's even iffy about the idea of marriage (he'll come around....).
But the idea that this stupid virus has taken away my right to DECIDE whether or not I want children (I DON'T want to give a child HS2) is what got me. Regardless of my final decision, I know I would be a great mom, and BF, whether or not he knows it, would be a terrific dad. But now I know that as long as I'm....infected....I'll never give birth. There is always adoption, and I don't think of that as "not the same," or "not really your kid." It's just a weird, sad feeling that I couldn't explain.
I'm over it now, but I'm still chilled by how much I was moved at the time.
- Mood:
quixotic - Music:springsteen - my latest obsession
Still no car. The body shop called me up to tell me it was ready to be picked up, though this all came to a screeching halt when they informed me that, in addition to the decuctible and the remainder check, there was also a supplemental check needed since repairs went beyond the original estimate. *sigh* We call up Insurance and, despite the body shop claiming they faxed them the information, they say they never received any information at all *sigh* After a half an hour of being on the phone with both, complaining, yelling, crying, and coming to a resolution, we can now expect the check to be overnighted, in other words, in my hand by Monday afternoon.
IF not, there will be a whole lot of meltdown. I can't stand this much longer.
I'm looking into renting at a mobile home rather than renting a room, since I hear they're pretty cheap, and this whole cat thing is making the deal very difficult. I don't want a roommate who, obviously, hates cat. I also fear having a roommate WITH a cat, since I don't know how territorial (or perpetually terrified) Stewie will be around another feline. *sigh*
I don't mind being trailer trash. The worst is that I have no internet, no tv, no fridge, and living off cold showers, apples, tomatoes, and microwaved rice (I'd like to avoid the sodium-laden ramen noodle pitfall if I can) until I either accumulate actual money or ......move in with Angelo? Unlikely: he's allergic to cats.
Either way, the aforementioned scenario isn't all that bad. I'll have Stewie. I'll have my discman (remember those?). I'll have my books. I'll have my altar. I'll have my plants (cilantro and patchouli are growing quite nicely). I'll have my menstrual painting.
Mostly, what I'll have is to remember I'll be working 40 hours a week, and, hopefully, spending a lot of time with Angelo, which means access to 21st century living at least a few times a week.
I'm not afraid of being poor, if it implies that I'm (slowly) saving up. I'm afraid of being flat out broke with nothing to fall back on.
I need clothes, badly. Summer's coming and I have not a decent tank top or hippie skirt to fall back on. Donations, plz?
The Frida Kahlo exhibit is still going on in Philadelphia - Dad and I are thinking of going, as a last hurrah to our living together :)
Have no idea what Ang and I are doing today. He's dangerously glued to his Everquest this morning *sigh* So it might be a sleep/tv/dinner day. yay.
laterz.
- Location:monmouf
- Mood:
restless - Music:Frida Soundtrack, naturally
To further elevate my case, I just look down and realized I'm wearing a black & white polka dot blouse, striped pj pants, and rainbow socks. Clown, much?
Car was NOT ready on Monday, despite getting a resounding "definately Monday" on the phone Friday. Instead, since no one at work could offer a ride, I WALKED two miles down US-1 to the body shop, only to hear, "sorry, there's no definate when it comes to cars. It could be today, it could be three days. It's not ready yet, though." Um, wut? The owner was nice enough to drive me back to Angelo's.
Seeing the Dr: also not so fruitful. I basically paid him $30 to tell me, "yeah, your nail is growing in wrong. It may or may not be a fungus. Here's the number for a podiatrist. In the mean time, wear comfortable shoes and try not to stub your toe." Gee, thanks.
Court yesterday. No points added to the license, but it cost me $400. Thanks, again.
I'm broke, carless, and purple toe'd. A catch and a half.
Dad's picking me up tonight we we can sit down and talk about budgeting: getting a cheaper phone plan, trading in the car (I'm paying mega on payments), opening a checking account, getting my birf certificate so I can trade my license to NJ....all the fun stuff that makes my head spin.
I can't WAIT until I can write in my journal about something other than $$ problems.
Here's another. Sex is scarce because Ang and I are always tired. Here's another. I'm putting on weight because no car = no gym, and all we've been doing is eating chocolate and watching Iron Chef.
I'm also backed up something awful. One of the bad things about me is that stress/depression wreak havoc on my insides: impacted bowels, gas pressure, bladder cramps. Ew. ew. ew. Make it stop.
Not much else. I miss feeling pretty and happy. I've been crying on and off so much lately, and Angelo still loves me. He just wants to see me smile more.
I have to get through this. I can.
Right?
R
- Location:bf's
- Mood:
groggy - Music:bruce springsteen - human touch (<3 this song)
did NOT get car today. grr. more on this later.
Well, there's basically no excuse for me not writing.
Except
that a month ago I got into a car accident. I was not hurt. The guy in the other car was not hurt. I, in my little hyundai tried to make an illegal U-turn on a fairly busy road and smacked into a Dodge ram. Not a scratch on his car, but mine was pretty banged up. In my six years of driving, this was my first accident, so I was understandibly shaken up. Ok, more like hysterical. Angelo came to my rescue after I got the ticket. He helped get my car to his place, got on the phone with my crappy insurance company when they procrastinated, helped take it to the shop when I was too afraid to drive it, and mostly, played my generous host as I have been basically living here for the past 3+ weeks so that he could drive me to work every morning (and I'm talking EARLY!). He is truly, genuinely, without a doubt, my knight in shining armor.
It also hit me with the reality that I have a lot of growing up to do. I'm very very naive when it comes to money, credit, insurance, and anything that pertains to being a grown up in general. This scares me, and my poor family (and Angelo) have had to deal with my breakdowns and anxiety attacks these past few weeks whenever I think about all the growing up that has to be done.
On top of that, my dad dropped this bombshell on me: He's moving to Florida to be with my mom. My parents, divorced, once bitter enemies, now lovey teenage couple all over again, will be living together. Probably, soon, married. Again. You'd think that if they knew this would happen, they'd spare me the years of adolescent angst and just stick it out, right?
But seriously, this means, on top of everything else, I have to go find a room to share with someone. Someone who doesn't mind a cat. And a few plants (more on that later). Do YOU know anyone?
I'm trying not to freak out. I'm trying to remain calm, and take things one day at a time. I've never been good at that.
On March 25th, I turned 25. There's a name for when the date of birth matches the age, but I forgot what it's called. Anyway, it was good. Angelo took me to Playtime where we got some...eheheheh, toys... to Tom Yum Goong for dinner (YUM), bought me a Jennfer Miller umbrella and Lavender Honey mustard from Tuesday Morning, a tempur-pedic pillow, and a year membership to Work Out World (he paid the first two months and the activation fee...also, he mentioned that his motive was MY wanting get healthier, not he wanting me to lose weight!). I am a lucky, lucky girl.
His 28th birthday was four days later. I bought him a Calvin Klein wallet, the book, "The Soprano State," Choxie chocolates, designer chopsticks, and variety pack condoms. He was v. v. happy.
Work is ok. Inventory. Blah. Angelo mentioned that I should start looking at Township jobs since they pay more, and retail is chancey (everyone is expendable). I'm considering it, though I did just start receiving health care FINALLY.
On that topic, I'm going to the Doctor tomorrow to get my toe checked out - the nail has started to grow INTO my skin, and is starting to harden and turn purple. Eww and Ouch.
My court date for the accident is on Tuesday. I'll probably get a small fee. Small, hopefully, so wish me luck.
Most importantly - I pick up my car tomorrow. $5000 worth of damage over what looked to be a fender bender! Thank the gods for deductables! I haven't driven in almost a month, and I'm nervous about getting back behind the wheel (I'm actually talking to Ang about it right now). He says I'll be fine.
My patchouli plants came in the mail yesterday. Growing a Zone 10-11 tropical plant in NJ is chancey, but so far they like being in the bathroom when I take hot showers (pervert plants! haha). If anyone knows good tips for growing patchouli, please let me know!
On the plus side, having my car will speed up things that need to get done. I'll finally get to GO TO the gym to which I have a membership (I've not lost an ounce staying here, sadly)! I can join a choir (which I've been meaning to do since I moved up here)! Go home and see my cat (who misses me something awful)! Make some FRIENDS (incase this wasn't made apparent by me constantly talking about Angelo)!
More importantly, I'll be able to drive to interviews, since I'll need to bank a second job in order to live on my own again.
PHEW! Ok, so maybe it's understandible why I haven't written. It's been a pretty frazzling month!
Hopefully, it'll excuse why I've been a TERRIBLE pagan lately. I'm sorry, Netjer! I haven't forgotten you! I've been praying in the heat of my anxiety, but I keep you in my heavy heart always. Please say to me, "Come back, Renee - all is forgiven!"
Finally, to TRY and end this thing on a lighter note, I wrote this on Myspace today:
So, Angelo and I went to that flea market in Englishtown today, and in one of the buildings was a vendor space that contained a very Hot Topic/St. Mark's Place NYC circa 1997-feel. You know: "The Crow" tee shirts, cord necklaces with pewter pentacle/skull/cross pendants, red vinyl corsets, boots with flames up the sides....
Now, as recent as a year ago, this was all very appealing to me (save for the Crow memorabilia, thank gods). I was all about black/hot pink, stars, new wave-chic, and such.
I'm not sure what NJ has done to me. Those of you who knew me before I moved here, and continue to write/talk to me in the present have probably noticed the...well...earthy vibe that has taken over.
I'm not just talking about the armpits, either. I'm becoming more and more interested in green living and eco-consciousness (though I still submit that more people would be green if it didn't come with such a price tag). I want softer fabrics, more flowy fitting, in more subdued colors: olive, burgundy, plums, deep teals - still rich and moody, but no longer candy-like and contrasting. I've traded in my black leather boots for red velvet "fakenstocks."
But don't expect to see me in a yellow sun dress just yet. Make that "ever," actually. I still love black, and wear it before any other color. My signature makeup remains. I still tweeze my brows pencil thin. I don't do tie dye (and that you can hold me to). I'll never be a vegan so long as lambs roam the earth and oysters scrape the sea floor (sorry - I have tried).
Think of it as a hippie in mourning. Or Stevie Nicks. I'm still inclined towards whimsy - just no unicorns. Thanks.
I'm 25, and realistically, this was bound to happen. I can't stay the same forever, no matter how hard i try.
So tell me, dear friends - how have you changed, if at all? Your look? Your outlook on life? Spiritually?
I'd love to hear your answers, especially from those of you with whom I have not spoken in a long time.
Tell me :)
Glad to be back,
- Renee
- Location:boyfriend's
- Mood: sleepy
- Music:Beirut with Owen Pallett - Cliquot
Thanks for the nudge,
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words_i_like! I've been neglicting this shiz for a while.First off,
Wurck
I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rather, the promotion. I started last Monday. It came with a $2.oo raise, but I don't know if I'll be seeing it until I receive my official 9o day review (which had better be soon since my check will be ass raped bi-weekly by the benefits I just signed up for).
It appears I'm doing well, and am catching on quickly (according to my new boss, who told my old boss, but not me, haha). It's mostly computer work, but not sit-down-at-desk, as much as walk-around-with-cart-and-gun-and computer-screen. A pack down label here, a price change (or 2, or 12, or 168) there....some days are busy, but I like that I get to work at my own pace, and am generally less hassled by people than I was at the front end.
The most arduous aspect is the schedule. I'm all 4 am to 1 pm this week. ugh. my body is very confused, and I find myself wide awake when I need to sleep, and yawning as I punch clock :(
But that's the worst. I'm basically happy with this change.
Roamin' Holiday
...and then, there's Angelo :D
Things have been good. Where have I left off with you guys?
Well, I met more of the clan - I helped out at his dad's flower shop the weekend prior to Saint V. All his aunts, also pitching in, said I was so sweet and well mannered, and seemed so "artsy" and "interesting" (lol). I like his aunts. They're suburban in the way I forgot could be suburban (not all of NJ is "bridge & tunnel" spray on tanners). All kitten-sweaters, low-maintenance haircuts, fuzzy upper lips, stretch pants, and velcro sneakers. They cackle over things that I don't necessarily find funny or unfunny. They can talk for hours about recipes. Very different from me, yet, being around them felt comfortable....like home, even though home was nothing like this for me. It's hard to explain.
Angelo, as I found out, is a man who listens well. That day I pointed out how beautiful the deep red asiatic lillies were, and how sweet the white hydrangea smelled. That Valentine's day, a delivery came for me at work - a gargauntuan bouquet of asiatic lillies and hydrangea with a card that read:
"Congratulations and Happy Valentines day to a sweet girl. - Love, Angelo."
I was the toast of the front end that night, haha.
I accompanied him and his family to a home and garden expo in Edison. I went to dinner with him and his best friend. I sat and had breakfast (well, coffee, anyway) with him and his dad. These are all good things. He's parading me, but not in a "Real Housewives of Middlesex County" sort of way. For the first time, dear readers, I am the girl you can take home to your parents.
This weekend, however, was the high point. With dad in FL for the weekend visiting Mom (awwww), and my having the weekend off (another perk of this position), I planned a weekend for the two of us. It was shorter than I had anticipated - mid Saturday afternoon to early Sunday afternoon - but blissful. We cuddled for hours and took it to the bedroom (the sex, since we've been doing it, hehe, is out of this world). We bought KY Intrigue, for, you know..., and it was well worth it.
I made him dinner, which he, stunned, claimed was "restaurant quality." It was, to be exact, Chicken Aset - chicken breasts baked in red wine (Manischewitz, baby!), soy sauce, brown sugar, and scallions, ginger & cardamom whole grain rice, and lotus root pan friend in sesame oil. There was also breakfast, hehe. Gobi paratha (like a spicy, cauliflower flat bread) with spicy pickled onion dressing, mango dipping sauce and fresh spinach, and fresh pineapple. He announced that his kitchen is officially all mine, and that I have the duty of stocking his pantry. >__<
We've talked since. He has this thing where he's afraid of seeing me TOO often, in fear that things will "burn out." He has said the "l-word" though (no, not lesbian. is anyone else sick of that show, and catty power lesbians in general? give me humble, studio appartment, burnt CDs and leftover takeout lesbians ANY DAY! ok, tangient over). That is such a scary word to me, and I'm not sure if he's perhaps just confusing it with "care deeply," or "really like." I'll let time sort that one out.
Hurr
Not all is well, however. In the midst of twu wuv and movin' on up in the rat race, my hair was butchered. I asked her to just "take off the dead ends." Bitch cut my hair UP TO MY CHIN. I looked like a fat dutch boy. Everyone at work says it's cute, and Angelo said "it's short...but fine - it doesn't matter to me."
I actually spent a few days crying about it. I've since managed to find a few ways to work with it until it grows - dye it burgandy for a little drama, let it curl and wear a thick, colorful headband, do the gypsy scarf thing, side part.....basic stuff. I mean....hair does grow. I have that on my side at least.
Helf
My health, as well, isn't exactly peaking. My right ear is still cloggy and sore from time to time. Most recently, my eyes are bloodshot and burny (is that a word? it is now). It's either pink eye (eww), or all the dirt and shit from work. I need to get serious about losing weight, and eating healthier in general. My stomach is more sensitive than it once was and overly acidic or spicy food (though, Gods know I love them BOTH) can wreak havoc on my system. I need to hound fiber and iron like points in a video game, drink more water, and switch to more raw than braised, pan seared, and stewed, which I also, sadly, love.
I have some rants (mainly on bombshells body hair and religion....uh oh), too, boils and girls, but I'm going to save them until tomorrow, because no one likes (or comments on) an overly long post. Plus, I just want to get you guys caught up for now. I say this as if people actually read this...
Until tomorrow (promise!),
- R
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- Location:here
- Mood: tired
- Music:neko case - that teenage feeling
Asian Food
I live right down the block from an Asian supermarket (and right next door to that - a desi corner). When I first moved here, I was quite ecstatic about this, and rightfully so. This place is huge, and not just "pocky" and "soy sauce" Asian. I mean, it's hardcore Asian - pickled everything, chicken feet, green tea pastries - the works. Usually me, and the token bearded hipster boys and their token dread-headed girls are the only crackers there.
Anyway, needless to say, I've been doing most of my food shopping there. Poor dad opens up his fridge every night to find it stocked with konnyaku, tofu, lotus root, taro ice pops, dried bean curd, sea weed, and the like. Well...today upon making yet another noodles & ginger concoction, I realized...shit...I'm really tired of this. I'm...........actually tired of tofu, ginger, garlic, tamarind, bok choy.......I ......I think I may need a break from it. I mean, pardon my histrionics, but I never thought I'd hear myself say (or see myself write) that. It's starting to taste like tart, bitter acid in my mouth. I actally miss things like bacon, cheese, tomato.....American stuff. I usually hate American stuff, hahaha. I bit into a broccoli and cheese fucking lean pocket the other day and was drooling. Eww, am I becoming common?
No. No, no, no. This has happened before. I went through a phase in FL last May where I was obsessed with anything Middle Eastern, and ONLY ate Middle Eastern food. I thought I was all sorts of healthy, but by the end of that month, I had gained 10 lbs. in lamb and tahini alone. Plus, I had become sick of it.
Maybe it's time to discover new cuisines?
Latin, anyone? I do love culantro!
Inventory
So, my head cashier, Mike, walked up to me yesterday morning and told me to turn off my light - Gail [store manage] and Tom [asst. manager, who hired me] want to see me in their office. YIKES! So, off I went, nervous and nebbish as I have always at the sound of "they'd like to talk to you." They smiled, calmed me down [thankfully], and shut the door. They told me of a new position they were opening up - inventory specialist - and asked if I had heard. Liking where this was going, I shrewdly answered, "yes, I have, and I thought it might be something I'd be interested in."
They beamed, said that I was one of the first names that came to their mind for the position [I've only been there two months! two months!], and proceeded to go on about how hardworking, reliable, intelligent, and POLITE [I'm a chronic thanker] I am. They mentioned I'd be fully trained, given a decent wage increace (w00t), perhaps over-whelmed by the work at first [fuck], and led me to the computer where I submitted a formal application.
Today was part two. This morning, Tom interviewed me, and FUCK was it hard. "Describe a situation in which a customer was unsatisfied, and you had to handle the situation," "describe an instance in which you were dealt more responsibility than you were capable of handling...." I hate that shit. I always freeze on things like that. Well...apparently I did well - he immediately "scored" my interview and told me it was a 94% (anyone find the idea of scoring and disclosing the score of an interview promptly after a little strange?).
I don't want to get my hopes up. I may not get it. But I did do well, and my own head cashier told me I was a "shoe in." And there will be three people in the position which does up my chances. Even if I don't get it, they also had me apply for head cashier, so I could be trained for that instead. Whatever the case, I do have a raise coming soon, and more importantly, the store head recognize my work and value my being there. I feel very much like a grown up, and no longer an entry-level big kid.
Armpits,etc.
My armpit hair is getting longer. It's been almost three weeks since I shaved them. It's starting to curl under a bit, which I like, cause I think curly pit hair is sexy. I'll settle for whatever I get, though. I'm starting to get lazy with shaving the rest of me, but I'm not ready for a bush or anything. Angelo, however, did not seem to mind my negligence in taming the below the belt jungle last night. It's all these early work shifts. Who wants to get up at 4:00 am and spend 40 minutes in the shower shaving?
Speaking of he, he took me out for Chinese (lol, which I'm not sick of - goopy, fattening Americanized Chinese will always be a guilty pleasure) last night, and we went home and fell asleep on his ridiculously comfy bed. However those needed "red pepper flakes" I alluded to in my last entry have started to show up. Sacre bleu! Zere iz passion after all!
Dying my hair red made it a little dry :( I'll have to amla oil the FUCK out of it tonight.
Project Runway is on tonight. I've fallen so behind.
and..........that's it for now, I think.
smell yas later.
- R
- Location:plainsboro, nj
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:final fantasy - "he poos clouds"
New Jersey
I'm not going to tell you my life story. Really, I just can't be fucked to. Everything that happened to me before I moved to NJ will be, for the most part, made reference to. This is about my life here.
Me
To start, my name is Renee. I'll be twenty five in March. I moved to to Plainsboro, New Jersey (by way of East Coast Florida, by way of Brooklyn, by way of Long Island...) on the twenty fourth of this past November. What does that mean? It means I'm going to milk that "I don't know where ____ is - I just moved here" for as long as I can.
I did not come alone. My partner in crime, my cat Stewie (yes, like from Family Guy), is a pink-nosed tuxedo, who will turn eight on the same day I turn. He is, among many things, my fatty lap cat, and the one stable man in my life. More on that later.
I live with my dad.
I work at the local Home Depot as a "transaction associate," which is a fancy way of saying, "I run splintery lumber pieces, buckets of spackle, and PVC fittings over a scanner, then say, 'Your total is _____.' " I also collect and calculate the EAS logs - you know those really annoying alarms that go off when an item fails to be deactivated? Yeah, those all have to be added up. I've only been there for a little over two months, but I've gained a bit of celebrity status by winning this "cashier olympics" we have, in which we're pitted against each other, and our speed, accuracy, and pleasantry are re-enacted in front of the managers. Either way, I got a paid weekend out of it. More on that later.
I'm there full time now, in hopes to return to school, for art history and museum curator-ship. Soon. Ancient history, art history, the history of religion, cosmetics, clothing, gastronomy, and family.....these things are my life.
I'm Kemetic, gingerly on the route of becoming Kemetic Orthodox. I'm not in the mood to play teacher, so please, get onto Wikipedia if you're so confused. My faith is strong, and my desire to learn just as much so. I don't fear commitment; simply, it is a relex to question any system with a hierarchy. I'm taking the beginner's class presently, though I may take it again before I progress to the next step. Plus, I can't figure out this IRC chat tripe. If anyone knows anything about it, please contact me.
I'm seeing a nice guy right now. Like everyone else on earth, I've had trouble in the luff department. But so far, things are ok with this one. Not exciting. Not foreboding. Just ok. It's been two weeks, and we've already progressed to watching tv, cuddling and falling asleep. We could use a couple of red pepper flakes in the ass, if you know what I mean.
There are lots of other things about me. I'm fiercely feminist, without all the sex-negative, anti-man, cold and pugnacious stigmas with which we're burdened. I love gay people, and believe they are vital to society - they are our peacemakers, and visionaries. I don't shave my armpits, and think that armpits (hairy ones, in particular) are very erotic. I'm a pacifist. I love tattoos and hair dye, and am big into traditional cosmetic practices, such as Henna, and Amla oil. My favorite band is the Arcade Fire. My favorite movie changes every week, but this week, it's Frida. I could east sushi, pho, or any East Asian, Indian, or Middle Eastern delicacy all the time.
There is more, but why give it all away so soon?
This weekend
....I drove out to see my best friend, Neil, for his birthday. This was the won "paid weekend" I told you about earlier. I got out of work at three, came home, took a three hour nap, got up, copied the directions, and began my trek to Sunset Park, Brooklyn. Amazingly, for a Friday night, the roads were virtually clear, and it took only an hour to get there.
That night was spent mostly BSing, watching the latest You Tube funnies, and eating the chocolate covered blueberries I bought him (along with this fabulous book).
The next day started the crash film course I'm always bound to (and happy to!) receive at Neil's. We watched The Holy Mountain (sacriligious and fascinating, understandably not reaching U.S. audiences), and Shortbus (sensual [to say the least], pretty good, and again, predictably unsuccessful here).
I knew that we'd be going up to the city (ALL the way up - Inwood!) to see his friends and former roommates. What I did NOT know was that I would be talked into DRIVING there. Now...Brooklyn, I'm not afraid of driving - I've lived there. But NYC? If it's not by subway (or, begrudgingly, by foot), I don't know it. Yet, a half an hour after the first "pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase,"
I hadn't seen his ex-roommates in at least two years, and this was the first time I had seen their new appartment....and their new scottie, Watson. The apartment, by the way, is huge, and gorgeous.
Dinner, however, was king. A wine-strong cheese fondue with bread, spicy sausage, and apples, followed by a rich chocolate fondue with pound cake, strawberries, crystallized ginger (GAH!!! <3 ), and kumquats (the best combo).
The ride home, thankfully, was much less hectic. I am, ultimately, very proud of myself.
Sunday, yesterday, was basically, our bum day. Sit around and finish the film class, haha. Egg sandwiches and coffee for breakfast, Mexican (authentic, not fast food, as you'll find in Sunset park) with mamey shakes for lunch, and Jamaican meat patties for dinner. Our viewing was eclectic. We started off with Interiors, a flooring, melancholy and beautiful family drama by my beloved Woody Allen, set against dreary earth tones and the sounds of the ocean. Then a change of pace - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, just so that I could be kept up to date (no, I haven't read the books, shut up....). The story is getting a little confusing (perhaps because I'm only a movie fan), but I like that they're getting darker. And it's hard not to like something that features Alan Rickman, Gary Oldman, AND David Thewlis. Tap tap tap. After that - Eating Raoul, of all things - funny, immensely campy, and cheeky. A good way to end the night :)
We woke up early this morning and said goodbye. I got home, again, amazingly, within an hour. Of course, after tolls, meals, gas, and gifts, I'm plum broke until Friday. Damn. so I made myself a big batch of sweet and sour noodles (that's noodles with tamarind paste, onions, garlic, enoki mushrooms, curry, chilli powder, ginger, thai mango sauce, crushed dried bean curd, and firm tofu) that will last me for the next five lunch breaks. I should give dad a call and let him know I got home alright. I should also call the BF, and let him know I landed. lol.
more again soon,
- Renee
- Location:plainsboro, nj
- Mood: bored
- Music:the shins - red rabbit
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- Edamummus
- I like sparkly things.
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