today was effin’ gorgeous, yo. beautiful weather, sunshine, not too hot, not too cold…just. gorgeous. probably one of the nicest days we’ve had on the east coast in for-freaking-ever, which is absolutely fabulous on the one hand. it was nice to go out and not freeze to death. on the other hand, i haven’t been right in the head since wednesday (if not before), and beautifully gorgeous weather like today did precious little aside from amplify how absofuckinglutely lonely i feel.
which is monumentally, exponentially lame. possibly the lamest thing in the history of the world…ever.
yeah, that’s right…i suck.
::suck suck suck::
then again, parts of today were absolutely fabulous, wonderful, actually.
it all started when i looked up achewood last night, and saw this:
i fucking LOVE phillipe! i’m so voting for him in the election. phillipe for president: He is Five Years Old!
::ahem::
now that that’s out of the way, what else did the pineapple do today? well…jetta came over, which was fantabulous cuz her foot is feeling better (was hella concerned about that) and that’s great. we watched extra special videos on da cable and lounged around chillaxin’ for a while then ventured out to the cambridgeside. that was great, really. i can’t remember the last time i was out there…i think it may have been with brandon THIS SUMMER! how freaking insane is that, yo?
anyway first thing we did (after momentarily pausing near the food to think of how we would later stop by to consume said food) was roll into claire’s boutique. heh. so much shtuff…w00t! i briefly considered getting another ear piercing. ended up finding new sunglasses, earrings, a necklace & really cool bracelet. oh, i also bought rosco a ‘homosexuals the gorilla’ keychain. heh. and i easily could’ve spent all my money on all the happy bunny stuff they had there. yay happy bunny! yay dog of glee!!!
then we went to the apple store. ::swoon:: i *love* the apple store. i’m so getting a new digital camera, yo. cuz mine is fucked, but a new one. yessss…and after drooling over the machines there i realize i *must* get a third job, yo. bills need to be paid, and whatnot. a third job would be helpful, indeed. and as much as i love my beautiful little ibook, i honestly don’t know how much longer it’s going to last. ya know?
::prays::
::sacrifices a goat::
anyway…then we frolicked on to bath & body works. i gots more vanilla shtuff. yum. i love vanilla stuff. i care not what anyone else says/thinks, vanilla is my favoritest scent ever. yum squared. then we briefly perused victoria’s secret, but they’re extra special & extra pink in there these days and you know, it was somewhat skerry, yo. blugh. then we ended up going to old navy and both getting really cute denim dresses. hers snaps up all the way and mine is a wraparound dress thing — which will go great with my new jewelry, yo! w00t!!! and then we ventured to el food courto for dinner. heh. viva el latin grille!!! soooo yummiful. ;)
and when we were eating we was talkin’ about teh most awesome apartment ever (aka where jetta and i will live in teh future & be totally fitted out). it was beautiful, man. the best kitchen ever, pole in the living room, tivo, spa-sized bathtub, porch with herb garden & flowers, bounce yer booty rugs…
::squeals::
on par with the pool boy island, yo.
and i was soooo happy thinking about it and talking about it and whatnot. but you know, then i got home and settled into just chillin’ (and avoiding laundry) and remembered the last time i talked about what my perfect house would be like…the place i’d have when i grow up. and the person i’d live with there.
and that’s right, you guessed it, it was with the rockstar. we had our whole kitchen planned, you know. and when i was shopping for my bed (that is in my room now) we saw this gorgeous four-poster, wrought-iron queen-sized bed that was just perfect and i remember him turning to me and saying “that’s our bed, when we have our own place…it’s the perfect size.” because a full bed gives us both space, more than enough, actually…but a queen would be just right. because twin is too small, and king is too big…because he didn’t like the idea of having a bed that big and perhaps having me too far out of reach.
and you know what, i pass that bed & that bed store every fucking time i leave my apartment and it’s all i can do to not run past it and vomit in the parkinglot or just burst into tears like the pathetic mess i am. because when we talked about all this stuff, i believed him, i listened to him, and i wanted it too…
i’m so fucking stupid. so monumentally, freakishly fucking stupid.
::growl::
i watched alex & emma when i got home tonight, and finished off my cranberry juice…i love cran-raspberry snapple, w00t. alex & emma was apparently filmed right in boston, that was uber cool. like when jetta & i saw mystic river (whitey powers!) last night and they mentioned hi-fi pizza & the cantab (which was completely the wrong region for the movie, entirely) but shit like that amuses me now. even though i know a bunch of movies are filmed in/around boston and there will be tons of references, coming from southeast bumfuckville, colo. i’ve never had that before, you know? like, no movies have ever been filmed around there in my lifetime.
the closest we got is sandra bullock mentioning ‘la junta, colorado’ in the net, which is arguably one of the crappiest computer-related movies ever. it truly blows ass.
anyway, back on track: alex & emma was actually a cute flick, despite my dislike of kate hudson. luke wilson was endearing enough that i liked it bunches. or something like that. it wasn’t too mushy or romantical or anything, but i liked it. even though seeing the shiny, happy people & couples in love makes my stomach roll and my heart hurt and my head throb, i enjoyed it.
holy shit, i’m clearly a headcase. maybe all this living with teh “special” is rubbing of on me…oh shitballs. fuck that (tm midget).
i’m probably just hella nervous about what may or may not happen tomorrow. either i a.) see the passion of christ with teh rockstar tomorrow evening (and blow off my friends for pubquiz — including brandon) or i b.) go to pub quiz and hang out with my friends as initially planned, and miss going to a movie with teh rockstar…who i desperately want to see again. because as we previously established, i am fucked in the head.
damn.
