High Low: The Weekend Edition
High: Friday brought the weekend
Low: I fell walking out of my apartment and ripped my favorite jeans.
High: Took myself on a date to Georgetown, that included seeing Shopgirl, Nars lip laquer (from Sephora), and five guys.
Low: Shopgirl made me want to kill myself, because I am ALONE. So alone that I don’t even have a “blip” on the radar screen. Nothing. Nada. Damn.
High: I opened a “play money” checking account at PNC. I’m on my way to financial freedom/a balanced budget.
Low: I lost my check card and Bank of American can kiss my black ass. Why is it that “if you’ve lost something or had it stolen” number 20 on the list of options. Fuckers.
High: My aunt came on Saturday and I got to go grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s. My favorite pastime.
Low: Saturday night, my friend from Spain, Nick, had a party. Nothing like being sober while a bunch of drunk college kids fall down stairs and lose their shoes. Yes, this happened. God, I miss it.
High: I ate at Georgia Brown’s Jazz Brunch. I gained like 15 lbs.
Low: My run was so fucked up because I ate too much and I missed out on golfing.
High: Sunday night tv
Low: Desperate Housewives is starting to blow. Hard.
High: NYC this weekend.
Low: I’m driving up there sans ipod. Apple sucks a whole freaking lot.
High: Laguna Beach is on tonight. Will LC get back with Jason? Will Kristen stop being a dumb bitch? Will Jessica get a grip and find someone else besides Jason to obsess about?
Low (which has nothing to do with Laguna): I’ve turned into the most boring person ever. I need someone or something to shake things up. I’ve hit a wall. A lull if you will in the life of a post-grad. I feel like the next exciting thing to happen won’t be until Prague. Actually this weekend should be fun. Shopping, Serendipity frozen hot chocolate with a very special person (which I will write about later), and Bliss Spa massage.
One more low: I can’t write in anything but random randomness. What happened to my pretty paragraphs and non run-on sentences? There used to be structure to my writing, chaos to my life. Now it’s the opposite. My brain is mush, but I can comprehend the happenings of my life. What the hell is going on with me? Things, they are a-changing.