|LONGEST ENTRY EVER
||[Nov. 13th, 2005|11:02 pm]
|||||the blower's daughter||]|
went to florida this weekend with dan, courtesy of the free jetblue tickets he, myself and most of my dorm won last year. i love jetblue. obviously, i lost the only important documentation they gave us to redeem the tickets (even though i had it TAPED to my wall so that i wouldn't)...but i called them and they were lovely and helped me out. so dan and i decided to go for the three day weekend and stay at his aunt/uncle's/other aunt/uncle's jointly owned house. a good time was had - lots of non dining hall food was eaten, the beach was lounged and frolicked upon, and there was cable tv in every room. the weather was beautiful all weekend, which made coming home today pretty painful. i got a henna tattoo! so maybe i'm a flaming tourist. but it looks nifty. my parents don't know i went, and they're probably not going to, because i'm a rebel (harhar) and they are pains in the asses. (that i love, but still).
things always happen and occasionally i take inventory of them later on and pretend like i'm going to remember them and write them down here so i'll actually remember them...
oh, dan, hannah and i have a child together as of a couple of weeks ago. she's black. and four years old. go figure that out.
... so actually we just sponsor her. her name is sarah and she is from africa. 240$ a year split amongst the three of us isn't so bad. it's on my card so i get to go around demanding child support from them. it is deliciously trashy.
i am having a substance free... month/week/extended period of time. i had been doing so well, drinking enough to get drunk maybe once or twice a week, and having a grand old time acting ridiculous, hitting my head on tables, dancing to van morrison like my life was ending, etc.. but last weekend i got SO sick and it was terrible. the third time since my drinking career began. and this time proudly-held record of always throwing up in a toilet was totally broken. i hit up the taxi, the front fence by the quad at northeastern, and a parking lot. it was super. poor dan was in charge of me, of course. had to take off his shirt and clean up the taxi, etc., etc.. now that is devotion, folks. when we finally made it back to my apartment i had no keys to get in- dan had to buzz like 6 different rooms to get someone to let us in (at three in the morning and while shirtless, of course). i felt terrible. and then we had to get up at 830 to drive two hours in my brother's car to see my grandma. and i really understood what it was like to feel terrible. i threw up twice in greg's car, and then once more at my grandma's house. funnnnn times. but seeing her and my aunt weeze who is the hospital was nice. i heart them. my grandma is an amazing old broad.
whhhhat else. yeah, dan is the most amazing ever. still. i haven't written any significant entries since the beginning of the year which is so not cool. we had our one year anniversary in september. we got dresed up, i went to his house and made him his favorite foods for dinner which we ate on their roofdeck which looks over all of boston. he then took me downstairs to his room which was all nice and clean (amazing), with flower petals on the bed and a heart made out of christmas lights on the wall. AWW right? oh it gets better. :barf advisory from here on out: he sang me a song on the guitar that he wrote for me :) and THEN gave me a ring from tiffany's. that's right. best boyfriend in the world and he's allllll mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. he is also crazy and spent 240$ on a fur blanket for me and a satin pillowcase that says foxey lady. i don't really care about that kind of stuff, in fact, when he spends that much money i really just want to kill him...but it still is very sweet of him. he is a wonderful person and thinks i am a wonderful person, and i think that makes for a kickass relationship. mmm. love is kewl :)
tonight i was more or less convinced i would throw myself in front of a mack truck or something for him... we went to the dining hall and were watching 60 minutes. they had a story about how much pakistan is still suffering from the earthquake and thirteen new yorkers that have gone there, unassociated with any organization, because they just wanted to help. i couldn't tear my eyes away throughout the entire thing, and i felt like my heart was getting the crap kicked out of it. they told a lot of stories about injured/dying children. at the end of it, i was tearing, but dan was just crying. i know he loves kids... and i never see him cry- he told me he cried a little once when we had a fight over the summer and i saw him cry when someone he knew died last year. but i've never seen him cry that much. of course "that much" means he cried for about 120 seconds, maybe that's normal or something, still, compared to me, someone who could cry you a river, a lake, and probably an ocean....that's nothing. he has such a good heart. and i love him so much. i'll stop...now.
hmm. surprise birthday party for hannah! it was great. yay for her boyfriend, chris. it was his idea. he called dan about it so that it could be at their place. so i was the THIRD person to find out about it and this greatly upset me. i was appeased by being appointed grand supreme official head of decorations and foods. i made hannah a cake that i was really proud of. it's in my facebook picture if you're curious. it was THREE layers. i'm sick like that. she was so surprised and it was so cute :) dan and i's gift to her is for me to take her to chippendale's sometime soonish, hopefully. i heart my hannah banana so much. she is totally cooler than you.
tutoring has been good. i love the girl i tutor, adekunbi. she got the highest grade on a spanish test so far this year after working with me for a couple weeks. she's so sweet, i get paid, and i get to conjure up my old spanish skills.
classes are fine. a's in everything i think. ugh. so easy it makes me want to die. which sounds snotty and insane, but it is true. i like to be challenged. somewhat, anyway. so maybe i'm a huge loser. what.
what else what elsseee goes on in my life. oh i don't know. i love nature and grocery shopping. i can play sunshine of your love on guitar! i spend entirely too much money. i have seen the weatherman, closer, labyrinth and the ring recently. i am craving strawberries and missing cleo. i want to hang out more with steph and molly! i was emo for halloween and it was great, speaking of, steph- your stuff! soon. maybe i'll hold it hostage until you hang out with me. hrmph. ummm. i saw isaac hanson/hansen(?)! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! or not. not really at all. i love fall and city parks. i miss having a solid group of girlfriends. vibrating condoms are better than sliced bread. not that i ever really thought sliced bread was that exciting. um. i love flying on airplanes it makes me feel divine. i am dying to listen to alanis morisette right now. "my life is a series of awkward moments" is my life's theme. seriously. i can't wait to drive my car when i go home. alright. i'm going to stop being trendy by listing random poetically profound fragmented points of interest in my everyday existence about which you probably don't really give a shit.
love to you
p.s. according to my grandma, who is partially crazy, but yeah- i'm part jewish. lol.