Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I've done a lot of thinking about my lifestyle, and figured it's about time I stop making excuses and start making adjustments. And yes, I realize that I've probably said something like this a million times, but as always, I'll do my best to stick with it this time. I have really random OCD. Whenever I attempt a lifestyle change, I always prefer to do so at either the beginning of the month or the beginning of a week. And June 1st just so happens to be a Sunday, which means it is both the beginning of the month AND week, yay me! So here's the new plan:
I will become a vegan! It's about time I step up my diet to be completely animal free. Yes, that means no diary and no eggs, but there are so many substitutes that I am positive I will be able to survive. Next: the exercise plan...DUN DUN DUN.
Sunday: Yoga in the morning! Sundays have always been used as a day of relaxation so I figured it would be the perfect day to rest and collect myself.
Monday: 3 mile run in the evening during school, but when summer vacation starts I'll do this in the morning. Then an hour of weight training, I really need to tone my muscles. And core, which will consist of a bunch of ab exercises to get that tummy flatter.
Tuesday: 3 mile run, gymnastics.
Wednesdays: 3 mile run, weight training, core.
Thursdays: 3 mile run, and stretching until I convince some parent to pay for an extra gymnastics class.
Friday: 3 mile run, weight training, core.
Saturday: 3 mile run.
In case you didn't catch the pattern, I'll be running 3 miles everyday. For now at least, hopefully after a month of solid training I can begin increasing the mileage and intensify the lifting or something. We'll see if I can stick with this! I can't wait to get started x)
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sounds pretty legit to me. I am feeling a "jolt" of energy, with no idea where it's come from.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Raspberry Lemon Drop.
I will never drink again. At least, not for a long long long time. There is absolutely NOTHING charming or classy about stumbling out of a taxi with your own vomit dripping off of your dress, and you incapable of walking by yourself.
But I should probably start at the beginning. The day started off simply divine. Massages, pedicures, and shoe shopping! I got two pairs of FABULOUS heels and a pedicure to match one of the pairs of shoes. And a Swedish massage that was so relaxing. I felt like a queen! And there was no hangover from the night before, I was ready to take Vegas by storm and continue my explorations and experimentations.
Cathouse in the Luxor hotel.
So later that day we all got ready to go to dinner at the Cathouse in the Luxor hotel. And let me tell you, that place is amazing. But I don't feel like getting into the description, you can google it if you'd like. Let me just fast forward a bit, about four raspberry lemon drops later, I was drunk. Like, way drunk. Like, "omg I've never felt this loopy before" drunk. And I guess I called Aaron and was talking to him, supposedly telling him how cute I think he is and how horny I was (at least, that is what he was telling me when I called him this afternoon). Next thing I know is I'm in the taxi, being jerked about due to the fact that the driver was so awful, and I guess I told Aaron, "I'm going to throw up" and hung up. None of which I remember, but I do remember throwing up all over my dress, stopping at a gas station and throwing up some more, and next thing I know is I'm in the hotel room and I vaguely recall throwing up MORE.
Then around 5 in the morning I wake up feeling like the living dead. My makeup is all over my eyes, my hair feels like straw hay, the acidic taste of vomit is lingering in my mouth, and my contacts are totally dried out in my eyes. So I figured I'd get up and wash up a bit so I can sleep more comfortably. But half way in taking out my contacts, I fainted. And on the way down, I slammed by head against the shower. My dad was telling me that my eyes were open but my body was completely stiff, and I remember Yanya shaking me awake and I just wanted to die to make the nausea go away.
I could hardly sleep. My insides were all mixed around wanting to come out of me. My head was throbbing. My body stiff from the uncomfortable bed. Fuck me. Later I gathered the strength to take a shower (and I've never been so relieved to take a shower before) and sorta clean up my bed/clothes (because I clean when stressed), and I've been basically laying in bed ever since, drinking as much water as I can and slowly nibbling on a dry piece of toast. At first I was really repulsed by it, but it really has helped me feel SO much better. I attempted to watch TV but it made me get motion sickness or something (and plus nothing is good on anyway). And I called Lauren and Aaron and of course, they helped making me feel way better too.
As fun and crazy as my adventures have been, I can't wait to get home. See my darling sister, relax in my own room, and (hopefully) hang out with Aaron tomorrow! Vegas, you've definitely given me a memorial day weekend I will never forget!
....now, I better start on that english essay that is due on turnitin.com in about...9 hours. That's plenty of time, but at the rate in which I am procrastinating, I need all the time I can get.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
We got into our room, settled in, and got ready for our dinner reservation. Ends up my dad and Yanya come here so much they know the city like the back of their hand and have connections with some top restaurant owners. I felt like I was a celebrity or something!
We got there by taxi (how cute!) and because my dad is buddies with the owner, ALL the waiters came over and literally began catering to our every need, bringing complementary appetizers and drinks. Oooh the drinks. I had this, chocolate martini thing, was it? I'm not sure, but it was alcoholic and it was chocolate. The craziest combination, but it was pretty good. Ended up having like two of those, and as I was going, I did get relatively drunk. And the waiter suddenly got SO attractive. But he wouldn't talk. He would just nod his head and avoid eye contact. Unlike the other one who was flirting with me, but that was boring. I was so attracted to this silent waiter, like I just wanted to take him to the back room or something Lol. So I'm drunk and "in love" and try winking at him, doing ANYTHING to get a reaction from him, but he literally would only nod and walk past. I was heart broken. Before we leave my dad and Yanya go to the restrooms and I am sitting in the waiting room when all the sudden my silent waiter walks over to me and says, "Hey I think you dropped this.", hands me a slip of paper, and walks away. And guess what the paper was? HIS NUMBER! I was so excited!! So I'm sitting there all jolly, when the flirty (and boring) waiter comes over and is all like, "So this is your first time in Vegas, huh? You should call me and I'll show you a good time!" and writes his number on another piece of paper and gives it to me. I GOT TWO NUMBERS ON ONE NIGHT. Like wtf? xD
We get in the taxi and drive along the strip, but by now I was texting the waiters and they were both all like, "Oh yeah I'll go down there after my shift." Supposedly neither of them realized they both had my numbers/were texting me. And I was too drunk to really care.
Views from the taxi.
We get back, and everyone ends up going their separate ways. I explored a bit, people watched, just entirely curious and attracted by the whole scene. By then flirty waiter and I's conversation ended, (probably when he realized he wasn't getting any), Jake was still trying to convince me that him, armin, aaron, and this other guy were coming down here, and silent waiter was telling me he'd come here eventually. But I was sick of waiting. I was horny as FUCK.
Silent waiter (Evan) did eventually come down, but he was a tad awakard, and by then my buzz wore down, no longer horny, and pretty exhausted. Let's see, this is a waiter who was terrified of my dad (because my dad is friends with his boss and is an attorney, etc), had tattoos and plugs, used to be in the army, and oh, is 25. And when he talked, he sounded like a hick. And what would you know, he's originally from Texas. So, though he is cute and his style is applaudable and he has tattoos and piercings, I was just not down. He walked around the hotel lobby, walked through "Paris", talking about whatever conversation starter I could think of to avoid any awakard silences, and then he walked me to my room, and walked away. There goes my "silent waiter" fantasy.
So yeah. Washed up the best I could with out waking up the parents, and got into bed. And now I'm sitting here nibbling danishes, waiting for Yanya to come back with my starbucks, and waiting for my dad to finish in the bathroom so I can shower. Today we are going to get massages, pedicures, and maybe shopping. I have the whole night to myself because the parents are going clubbing. Get ready for the next adventure :)
By the way; pictures were taken on my cell phone so excuse the size and poor quality.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
A fun-filled day of shopping avec my friend Callie and my daddy! :o) I got some cute tops and a pair of shoes at Charlotte Russe and some vintage-inspired (but random print) swimsuit from JC Penny. It sounds dreadful, I know, but the pieces aren't all too bad. And swimsuit shopping was a totally a reality check. My thighs are MASSIVE! It was like an epic failure trying to find anything remotely flattering that wouldn't flaunt my cellulite rich butt cheeks, but I found a piece just as the store was closing that was alright. It will have to do however, and at least now I know that I shouldn't ever reach for a second helping of anything anymore. And perhaps I should start running again too. Ugh. Not looking forward to all this, even though I know that once I start I'll fall in love with it. It's the actual getting started part that is positively dreadful.
I find it hilarious how everyone thinks the apocalypse is drawing near due to the erratic weather. Last week was like 105 degrees, and it slightly cooled down as the days passed, but today was so random. It started off rather chilly, then it got sunny, cloudy, a small earth quake, pouring, hailing, constant thunder, sunny, cloudy, and then it's been sprinkling ever since with the occasional thunder. It's like the freaking planet is going bipolar. Anyway, if the world is in fact ending, I am more fascinated then afraid. There isn't any point in being scared anyway, especially if we are all going out together. And I am very much curious to see how it will all end. However, as interested as I am, I truly don't believe the world will explode any time soon.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
While walking back to the car my sister and I passed by some cute/college looking boys, who must of been getting ready for a party because it looked like they were putting alcohol or something from the grocery store into the trunk of the car, and my sister said one of them was smiling and waving at us, but of course I didn't see. As we drove away, we ended up driving past them once more, and the driver opens the window and shouts "HEY!" but I was already well past them, but I stopped at the light and while they were making the turn from the next lane and passed us, they were all looking over smiling and one of them and I were like winking and blowing kisses at each other. And did I mention that they were CUTE? I felt bummed we weren't going in the same direction, because they looked like a lot of fun, but I know I couldn't of actually joined them anyway.
So, we headed back, but before reaching home we stopped by the Wet Seal at the Orange Mall and I bought a dress for Vegas! I am sooo excited, I really hope it all works out!! I tried finding the dress on the website to post here, but no luck. Oh well, hopefully I'll have pictures of me wearing it in sin city! ;)
So far what is going down is that I will be tagging along with my dad and his girlfriend to Vegas, and from there I plan on spending all day tanning by the pool and then all night exploring the city. I'm kinda mixed feeling about it all though. A part of me wouldn't mind being alone because I'd get a chance to just focus on me, do what I want, and maybe even make some new friends. Another part is terrified of being alone and afraid my shyness will get the best of me, and thus I'll end up being a bore. But I really do think it will be better going then not going at all, and who knows, maybe I'll have tons of fun adventures to blog about on here. :P
On a sadder note, I am still as insecure as ever. I think of my body as this toxic waste dump and I'm just getting so frustrated with it. True, I am not putting in any valid effort whatsoever, and even though I have all this motivation being offered to me, I just can't bring myself to do anything. Damn me. Maybe the hotel will have a gym and if it is too cold to tan (since it has been getting cloudy this week) I can just workout all day. Or night, if I can't find anything better to do.