s.s. inevitable

so, last weekend was fantastic. it was one of the best weekends i’ve had in boston in a lonnnnnng time. 

friday night, my friend derrick and i had dinner at my favorite restaurant in chinatown - kaze shabu. if you haven’t experience shabu, please, i beg you, go to your closest chinatown and indulge. it’s delicious and amazing and healthy and delicious and amazing. 

afterwards, we walked back to my apartment and found a group of friends hanging out on my roofdeck. it was a gorgeous night and our view of downtown boston is spectacular. it put me in a great mood instantly. it also didn’t hurt that my friend Tim brought over a cute boy who had just moved from Philly. 

we got to talking and i could sense that there was some chemistry between us. turns out that we have mutual friends (his frat brothers are former high school classmates) and we had a laugh at how small the world is. after some socializing and conversation, they left for the bars and i stayed home. he said goodbye and put his hand on my shoulder. a little bit of contact goes a long way. i noticed. 

fast foward to saturday… after an hour long class at the gym (a class i have skipped for a few months.. the instructor TOTALLY called me out on it too ‘we haven’t seen you in awhile’ ‘oh, yeah. well, i’ve been busy….lots of weddings..and..erhmmm’) me and three of my girlfriends piled into the car with the windows rolled down and headed north-ish to ipswich. (that rhymed) we sat on crane beach and soaked in the rays on the first beautiful day in Boston in awhile. i ate a delicious roast beef sandwich from the market across from my apartment… and enjoyed pringles and goldfish. (i felt like i was in grade school all over again) 

after the beach, my roommate and i went to a friend’s place in the south end for a bbq. i will be negative for a second… we met his roommate’s girlfriend and she’s just AWFUL. we ended up meeting up with Tim and the cute boy at another bar. ok, i’ll admit it… i was basically stalking Tim so that I could see this guy again. GUILTY! we instantly connected again and he was touchy feely. putting his arm around me and whatnot. very attentive. the attention was great. 

sunday was another fantastic day. i slept in a little bit and met my friend Phil for dim sum. (lots of chinatown action that weekend) there was a fair in the neighborhood so we checked out the goods and bought dessert at a little bakery. the dessert was amazing. we walked through the back bay and got supplies for dinner. after a mid-afternoon nap, we got to preparing for another bbq at our place. 

tim came over and there was discussion about how i was interested in his friend and that his friend is interested in me and thinks i’m cute. wahoo! i’m not trying to rush anything.. he just moved here… but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t think about him a few times this week. it also doesn’t help that he lives three blocks away and his building is on my route to the gym/home. ugh. oh well. 

so all in all last weekend was a success… i’m looking forward to this weekend and having a great time with friends and relaxing. 

see? positive thoughts…positive thoughts…positive thoughts…

it’s been awhile. sorry. 

i follow a lot of “feel good” “go out there and be a do-er” “my life is so awesome because the universe wants it to be” blogs hoping…no, praying…that their positive attitudes will somehow rub off on me. 

but they haven’t. 

yet. 

i realize that i complain. a lot. in fact, at work, we’ve started a new project that involves complaining in front of a camera and it should’ve been a red flag to me when my boss told me “yours is a hit!”

i really want to be a happier person. i really wish that things wouldn’t annoy me so much. 

so that’s why i’m sitting here tap-tap-tapping away at the ol’ macbook. i want to vow to myself (me..only me..i don’t care about you suckas) that i WILL be positive. i will take pleasure in the little things and not try to be so awful and annoyed all the time. i will be a do-er. i won’t just sit idly by while the world passes me… i’ll get up and get out there. 

this city is no longer suffocating me. i’m suffocating myself and it’s time to pick myself up and get out of this funk. 

i just hope i can remember to document all this stuff. i’ll start with last weekend…

ugh. that girl julia allison

Gonzo journalism, egoblogging. It’s all the same in the end. Except one has better pictures* (and less acid).

Hunter Stockton Thompson (July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005) was an American journalist and author, most famous for his novel Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He is credited as the creator of Gonzo journalism, a style of reporting where reporters involve themselves in the action to such a degree that they become central figures of their stories. He is also known for his use of psychedelics, alcohol, firearms, and his iconoclastic contempt for authority.

Julia Allison (February 28, 1981 - ?) is an American journalist and “media personality,” most famous for being famous for being not at all famous.  She is credited as the mascot of lifecasting (or, the more pejorative “egoblogging”), a style of real-time multi-media journaling where writers involve themselves in the action to such a degree that they become central figures of their stories.  She is also known for her use of photobooth, “lip-dubs,” headbands, tutus, a sunny disposition and her iconoclastic contempt for authority, “rebloggers,” and/or the media gossip blog Gawker.

**Hunter never mastered “The Pose.”

PS. HAHAHAHA

- really? we’re sorority sisters?

my job is slowly eating away at my soul. i need out. i want out. i want to be doing something i love. maybe the reason it’s so hard for me to so positive is because this job is sucking the life out of me.

i almost cried at my desk for the third time.

happy retirement, fatty!

people REALLY need to stop retiring/taking the buy-out. all this free cake is NOT helping my snack area.