On living with people...

Now playing: "Guilty Pleasure" by Cobra Starship

It takes a lot of time, effort, and patience to get used to living with new people. And I, for one, am a difficult person.

Take, for example, my fascination with coasters (thanks, Mom).

Or the fact that if I'm uncomfortable, I become a raging bitch. (It's true. The sad thing? I REALIZE I lose my head, and yet I can't seem to control it if I'm hungry/tired/cold/hot...)

I think this is something they should teach you in college. No one actually tells you some very important, very basic life lessons. For example? Just to name a few...

1. Choose your battles. You can't have your way every time (though wouldn't that be great...?).
2. If you want it done so fucking badly, do it yourself. Y ya. Stop your whining. 
3. It's really hard to keep an apartment clean. What the heck?
4. There's no such thing as "extra" money. Never. You will always be in debt. Get used to it. 
5. A sure-fire way of feeling impotent and powerless is to be a woman in this world. I feel like no one really listens or takes me seriously. (Okay, not NO ONE. Melodrama, party of one.) Or the fact that I'm physically incapable of doing so much. I can't lift heavy things. The fact that pretty much 90% of the population could attack me and have their way with me. 
6. It's wise to master getting plastered and going to work/school the next with/without a hangover. A true skill. 
7. Optimism becomes increasingly harder the older you get. I kind of have this negative prognosis for my life... Which is utterly ridiculous. Because really. I feel like it just gets better.

Before moving away from home, I really never cooked. Baked a little (out of a box). Made some fried rice, pasta... Nothing difficult. Since moving up here, I've really let my little inner chef out of her kitchen cupboard. One, it's cheaper to eat in. Two, I had a lot of time initially and nothing better to do. Three, I get bored of the same food REAL quick. Four, it's one of my attempts to eat healthier.  So, whenever I make something tasty, it kind of impresses me. Even though any idiot could do it...

I wish Allen would show more enthusiasm about good food. Like, he's just a simpler kind of person. I know this. But it's just one of those things that's so basic and stupid but would make a huge difference. Like the stupid flowers I had to beg for for like two months... (Okay, maybe more like a month. I really almost bought myself the damn flowers.)

I wish I had more time and didn't hate exercise. I feel like a hobby like running would feel really good. But then I'd have to wash my hair more often...

Hmm. Anyway. Happy NYE. To the like three people that read this...

Back to my HW.

Two years...

Wow. I can't believe that it's been two years.

And I can't believe how much the layout of this damn thing has changed.

Since I was really young, I wanted to be an actress. Even before that, I remember enjoying the spotlight within my comfort zone.

Things have since then changed. For one, I recognize now that perhaps I need a little bit of a better back up plan--especially to keep me in the style to which I have grown accustomed (my mother's own words).

But every now and then... I really do wish that I could have just my quick five minutes of fame. (See, I think 15 minutes are way too long; that's when the paparazzi start hounding you and ruining your life. Just a few interviews here and there. That's all I would like...)

I still hold out for Broadway--even though there is NO way I am anywhere near as good enough for singing or dancing. I'm a decent enough singer... But dancing? HA. That's a damn joke.

I'm happy to where life has taken me. I'm happy with the decisions I've made... more or less. But every now and then I wish that I had a more free-spirited side. The kind of side that would be out in the snow right now (my first snow fall in Jersey) dancing and enjoying it instead of sitting on this super duper awesome reclining couch watching season 4 of the Vampire Diaries.

I miss writing. I wrote (well... started anyway) a fanfiction in my artic and phonetics class a couple weeks ago (because that class is TORTURE for me). What the fuck happened to my creativity and my flow? I used to have this compulsion to write every day. Okay, so life took off. Okay, so I no longer want to be an author for a living. I've tried to sit down for months--if not years--to write something. And there's just something stuck there, blocking me.

I hate that life took off. I hate that the peak of my writing took place during my high school years because suddenly now there are "better" things to do. I have to clean, I have to cook, I have to go to class, I have to DO WELL in class (ha, funny, because I FAILED that quiz on Tuesday). I have to talk to my family. I have to buy groceries. I have to do laundry. I have to still somehow relax--which has now become watching TV shows and having a few glasses of wine.

What the fuck happened to me? I think the ninth grade version of me would be mildly disgusted.

And yet, conversely, I'm disgusted with the ninth grade version of me.

It's an interesting turn of events, where my life has gone. The different trials that pop up at times. For instance, I used to hate chapter and listening to my chapter bitch and whine and moan. And now I would give anything to go back and enjoy that more. Take way more advantage of it.

I'm still determined to write something that will get published--not counting that LAME poem I wrote in 8th grade (gosh, Mrs. Ring; what were you THINKING?).

It's kind of weird. I feel like I have to make some sort of impression on the world in SOME sort of way. And even though I know that it more than likely won't be on the scale of Ghandi or Princess Di, etc., I still feel that there's something great that I'm destined for.

Eventually...?

Hmm.

On cinnamon rolls & love & laughter & INCEPTION...

Mmmk. One, hola. Been awhile, lol.

Two, thanks to Renata for reminding me this existed. Ergo, I dedicate this post to you, lol.

Three... Okay, there isn't one.

Summer 2010 is turning out to be just like every other summer. That is, better than the one before it. Working forty hours a week ain't so bad once the paycheck comes in. I daresay that my body's even used to waking up at seven thirty. What?! I know. Crazyyyyy. And there's something to be said for going into work with just four or so hours of sleep; sometimes, it's just worth it.

I saw "Inception" Friday night with Allen and Jose. To quote someone else: "Dear Christopher Nolan, Please use lube the next time you mindfuck me." I think this might be the only apt way to describe what happened, lol. It was such a great movie. Mindblowing. But great. I'd gladly see it again.

Saturday made me realize how long my hair was getting. Strangely enough, ironing it seems to be taking less time.

Aaaaaaaaand, the highlight of my weekend was, of course, going away to Naples with Allen. It was just a quick getaway (Grrr, Dr. Rao. I say, GRRR!), but it was pure paradise (note: not to be confused with the Paradise in Broward). I won't say anymore, because there's nothing to say--except that the cinnamon rolls turned out delish.

And we saw Beerfest, which (to be honest), is just too fucking hilarious.

I'm super loooking forward to next weekend and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I'm going to come back exhausted and super broke (which makes me a little sad, because I actually have money for once, lol), but it's all worth it. I can't wait to go! I have to go some time this week and buy my annual pass.

I also need to see an advisor... Ah. I need to do that... Damn it. -_-

Did I mention my car won't start? Yeah... Bah. So I have to miss work tomorrow. Which is a total bummer.

Ditto with my laptop.

No, I don't know why my devices are failling on me.

My new eating habits have been going swell (with the exception of this weekend, lol). I love fruits and vegetables. Fast food, quite frankly, can go to hell. You know you went to Wendy's too much when after showing your face there after not going for two months, the lady tells you that you've lost weight. Wtf? You know who I am? 0_O

In further news, finally bought my mom a universal laptop charger. And I'm sitting at home with my puppies (well, Clarice is eating 'cause she's fat and just turned two), about to go to bed, and loving life.

And looking forward to Trueblood sometime in the morning. Oh. And seeing Teo in the evening at "Dolores, But You Can Call Me Lolita." Idk. This week has lots of good stuff waiting for me--Tori, Natalie, Teo... I'm sure to see others as well.

Hmmm. And seeing the present my Big brought me from UIFI! XD

Thanks for reading,
Natali

PS: The blister I got from my super hot heels last Saturday is being a total pest and itching a lot. Bahhhhh.

PPS: Weeds needs to start again! Ditto with Dexter!

PPPS: How much does a car battery cost anyway!? Why don't I have jumper cables in my car?! WHOSE IDEA WAS IT TO MAKE CARS SO LAMEEEEEEE. Perhaps I will, after all, take up my mom's offer to buy me a new car....

PPPPS: Just ate a cinnamon roll. Yum.

On wanting to remove my throat...

Bah. Ever since I was little, I've always had throat things. I used to get strep throat constantly (it's been a few years since that, thank goodness) and the days I'd stay home from school would be due to throat discomfort. Oh, how close and I those long swabs were. How very well I knew how to read a strep throat test (which, funnily enough, quite reminds me of a pregnancy test).

And so, here I am. On the eve of my second day of my return to work and a little doped up on percocet, wishing I could lose feeling already. Or at least knock back out again. (And I kind of feel like I'm about to faint? I think. I don't know... It's an interesting feeling.)

Jingle Ball was the S-H-I-T!!!!!! SO awesome. Oh my gosh, lol. And what's completely ridic is how ecstatic Cris and I were. Jumping around, squealing, taking pictures... I swear we were having more fun than the front row (and CERTAINLY for a much cheaper price!!! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!). Then, of course--because no night would be complete otherwise--I went home and "discussed" with my mother (aka, argued) about my going out.

The night previously was also quite enjoyable. Thanks to Stephen for hosting, and to Mr. Vodka for supplying the fun. I spent the night at Cristy's (well, really, the morning, since we got there at 5), nursing my slight hangover. I checked off yet another thing of my "College Experiences" list.

Crap, my throat's on fire suddenly. -_-'

Allen and I are currently in a poke war--one that I WILL win, if only out of sheer obstinacy. So far, I'm totally winning. I poke back quicker. Yeah, I said it.

Work was eh today. I guess a job's a job. But I'm already bored and it's only day one. I plan on working through the semester, too. Thankfully, it's just twice a week. Probably like from 10-3:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays. Then I can drag my not-so-happy ass up to BBC campus for my classes. (Actually, it may work out better this way because I'll be, in fact, closer to the expressway. I work right off of the I-95 ramp on US-1. Hopefully I can just take the handy-dandy Express Lane!)

Ah, I rediscovered my road rage today. I was fine on the way to work--it was actually surprisingly smooth. Got there in like 25 minutes (record!). But on the way back? HA. I kept getting cut off (but Lexuses--Lexii?) and it was pissing me OFF. I was tailgating them the whole time. 'Cause hey, if you can cut me off and keep pace with me, fine. But to make me brake so that I can match your THIRTY MPH SPEED?!?!?! Oh, I almost cut a bitch. Oh, and then there was this stupid friggin' jeep that like... Idk, couldn't wait FIVE SECONDS for me to pass (there was no one behind me!) and I swear I almost rammed into them just to show them not to be such ASSES. Ugh. I swear. This raises my blood pressure...

The roses at the top are from Allen. He brought them to me on Sunday. :) They smell amazing.

Thanks for readingggggggg.

On music...

Lately, a few songs have been catching my attention.

A few of them?

• Then - Brad Paisley
• Bad Romance - Lady GaGa
• Ecstasy - ATB
• Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood
• I Want You To Want Me - Cheap Trick (this one comes back into my good graces frequently)
• Need You Now - Lady Antebellum (who, I've recently discovered, are AWESOME)

I'll leave it there. But I'm a little obsessed. Because every time that one of those songs (amongst others) comes on the radio, I get a little cooky.

Elise is home, :-D. She's currently sleeping upstairs in my bed, lol. I took a nap earlier, and I've always stayed up later than her anyway.

Oh, also, a roach just made its way past me. And, because I'm ridiculous, I was completely unable to do anything except watch it, wishing the Killing-Roach Fairy would swoop down and do away with that one and all others.

Fuckin' roaches.

Finals week is over, yay!!! (And at this point, I feel it necessary to say: HA HA, MICHAEL! I'M DONE AND YOU'RE NOT, HA HA!!!) Here's hoping I did well. Sadly, I don't feel as relieved as I thought. Maybe because I have to go to work next week and I really don't want to. I wanted so badly to sleeeeeeeeeeeep over the break! Enjoy my time before getting my not-so-happy ass dragged to Peru. Bah. Whatevs.

Today I went with Mai and Cris to the Y100 studios in Miramar to pick up our Jingle Ball tickets!!!!!!!!!!! [insert that weird shrieking thing I've been doing for the past week. Strange, I'm way super excited about this. Here's hoping it doesn't suck.]

(I keep glancing around, hoping the mother fucking roach doesn't pop out at me from wherever. There's this little piece of dark paper on the floor and I keep losing track of it and thinking it's the roach. DIE, YOU CREEPY LITTLE FUCKER!!! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!)

Oh, I got Kelly Clarkson's latest album and I think I like it! Ay, si, I've been bored of the music on my iPod... Speaking of, gotta buy another charger... Since the one we bought online doesn't seem to want to charge my iPod. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

My plans for this weekend shall be fun. It began tonight, with seeing my best friend who sucks and goes to FSU. That was nice. Again, I'm happy about my new music. Tomorrow, I'm having lunch with Natalie Diaz, whom I loveeeeeee. Then, at night: LET'S GET CRUNKKKKK!

:-D

Lol. Saturday's Jingle Ball. Which is gonna be so fantastic! And then, Idk, I might go home after. I might need to sleep. I want to sleep for like 12 hours.

And Sunday, Allen and I shall hunt down some place to watch Dexter. :-D

Ok. Enough rambling. I really only wrote something to write something because I've been neglecting my poor blog as of late.

Thanks for reading, Michael. Since you're, like, the only one who does, lol.

On a delicious dream...

So. I discovered my dream house last night.

I dream every now and then. I don't usually like it though. Usually, the dream involves me being anxious or something like that. Or being short on time. Or being followed. Etc.

But last night...

So, I think I know where this stems from. Early yesterday, a flyer arrived at my house about this house being sold in Snapper Creek. I'd remembered that my mom had considered buying another house about a year and a half after we moved here. It was a beautiful lakefront property with a white picket fence and everything.

Anyway. My dream.

The house was still in Snapper Creek. But three stories (and a half, sort of. There was a semi-loft). It was kind of Victorian looking. But a more modern Victorian. The house was all different sorts of levels, and the hallways were tight and cramped, and dark. It was a little topsy turvy and a little chaotic.

The master bedroom had two lofts. One led to a little bed in a sort of nook-like place. The other was a short spiral staircase that led to a library.

Love. This was love.

This is what I want.

On being a sister of the best organization ever...

Yesterday I was initiated into Alpha Omicron Pi Fraternity. I can honestly say that it was one of the best feelings in the world, to be there with my sisters (and even Susan Danko! Who is a totally awesome PIP and just... Awesome, lol). I can't wait to have my badge, but getting my jersey was enough for now. Those letters... Ah. I've got it hanging in my close, and I keep looking at it and smiling. I can't wait to wear it to school tomorrow.

There were a few things I discovered about AOII (obviously). If I loved it before, I'm obsessed now. I look forward to so many more laughs and dinners and Ritual again (they weren't kidding, it does take a few times, lol).

So I've gotta buy a silver chain for my lavalier. But when this will happen is looking grim. November kind of sucks, lol. In a good way. Like, I'm going to love November. But it's going to be exhausting.

This upcoming week is Homecoming Week. I'm looking forward to the comedian tomorrow. I have to get tickets for that, I think... Hmmm. Then I've got a huge astronomy test Tuesday (I'm currently putting off studying by catching up on Grey's Anatomy. After that, however, I think I might actually have to study... Bummer. I really should get my ass to the library, or else I won't do anything), and then it's Lip Sync later that night. Mom's in surgery Wednesday, so so much for my day off!!

Yada yada, the rest of the week will go on by. Friday I'm going to Round Up!!! :) For the first time evarrrrrrr with my sisters. First time period. Saturday's the game then... And I think that's when we do the float, too...

I'm so lame, I'm excited about being added to the initiated sisters' server, lol.

I'm sad the Greek season is over. I think it starts up again in March. Which is good, because it just got juicy with Cappie and Casey and whatnot.

Grey's also got amazingly much better! SO SHOCKED!! This merger was the best thing that could have happened to the show. 'Cause, no lie, it was getting pretty boring.

Other shows blowing my mind? Dexter, Glee, and White Collar. Apparently Vampire Diaries kicks some ass too, but I'm just not interested. Maybe after November, lol.

I like Chili's bottomless refills thing. :) Diet Coke for lifeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Thanks for reading.