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I'm currently watching the Oscars. I hope Pan's Labyrinth wins every category it was nominated for; so far that looks pretty promising. Patrick and I have our fingers crossed that he will win a surprise nomination and then award for his unrelenting impersonation of Telly in Kids. We watched that movie for some reason about a month ago and he has not stopped quoting it since. So, he better win something or I may end up hurting him. I went to Alex's baby shower today and ate and drank too much. I also won one of the baby shower games which entailed guessing which chocolate candy bar was melted into a baby diaper. I had help, but they left before the prize was given, so it's all mine! Mwahaha. Hmm what else did I do this weekend? Ah yes, I cooked butternut squash soup for Patrick and me last night along with something else less difficult to make and it was all very yummy...but took way too long to prepare. We also got a little drunk and watched American Hardcore, which was not too great. My last therapy session went sorta ok--a little awkward. At the end she said I owed her for three sessions, which is how many I had this month. However, she told me the last session was free and she practically fell asleep during the session before. I reminded her that our current session was supposed to be free and she said "Oh, you don't want to pay?" I told her that's what we agreed to on the phone, and she somewhat reluctantly agreed. Then she charged me for the other two sessions. At that point I just wanted to be done with her, but it just seems like bad business to charge a client for services inadequately rendered, especially when you end things on a note inviting them back any time. Like that's ever gonna happen. Also, I wrote a note to my noisy neighbor asking her to keep it down in the hallway after 10 PM and before 7 AM because she has been consistently waking me up late at night every week since she moved in. I phrased it nicely I think, and surprisingly she seems to have complied. Ok, back to the Oscars. Clint Eastwood looks like the Crypt Keeper. 02*21*07 Patrick got a promotion today which includes a $10,000 raise; I'm super excited for him. Now he can buy me that diamond collar I wanted for Milo. I had a donor today whose eyes would just not stop bleeding. Haven't had that happen in a while. It's very frustrating...and messy. I cheated on my diet pretty bad while I was away in Philly, but so did my co-worker. In the end we both lost one inch off our waists in two weeks, so we tied. I'm pretty happy with that. Plus my jeans are looser which makes me feel good. I fired my therapist last week, but she talked me into having one more session so that I wasn't left with "a bad taste in my mouth." Of course it will be free, otherwise I wouldn't go. I did tell her I was upset with her for practically falling asleep during our last session; she said she was sorry I think she wasn't paying attention. I do not think she wasn't paying attention, I saw her barely able to keep her eyes open throughout our whole session. Anyway, I'll see how the final session goes down tomorrow night. And now I have to get ready to go over Patrick's so we can celebrate. 02*17*07 My mom just called me and told me that 3 out of the 4 girls that worked for her up and left while my mom was on vacation. She sounded like she was in a state of shock. I feel so bad for her especially since she just opened up her new salon two weeks ago. I can't believe those bitches would do that to her. Anyway, I'm sure this is a fruitless endeavor, but if anyone knows a nail technician who is looking for work in the central New Jersey area, please send me a message on Myspace and I'll forward my mom the information. It's a gorgeous salon in a great area and they'll make good money. Patrick and I just got back from Philly today. I got there Thursday night and spent time catching up with my friend Liz over drinks. Patrick came the next day after his morning class. We walked around the city for a bit, then went back to Liz's house for dinner and drinks with Liz and her boyfriend Dave. After much time spent chatting, Patrick and I headed over to a Dr. Dog show; however, we decided half way through their set that we'd rather meet back up with Liz and Dave since the crowd at the show sucked. Overall we had a good time...plus I got these cute pictures of us to show for it:
Also, I made these two Valentine's for Patrick (along with a nice salmon dinner):
02*11*07 I hate my neighbor. She moved in about 2-3 months ago, but in that time she's managed to make an enemy out of me. She's completely oblivious that she's not the only person in the building and always makes a ton of noise entering the building, exiting the building and whilst in her apartment. I tried to live with it at first, because what other choice do I have really? But one night during the week (a work night), she had a bunch of people over smoking pot and they all started singing really loud just around midnight. I finally went over to her place and made her aware that we shared a vent and I can hear pretty much everything, not to mention I, like most people, had to get up early for work. She said ok and practically shut the door in my face, but quieted down. Still, there have been many other occasions where I have been subjected to her loud mouth and that of her friends'. I finally called my landlord to complain a few weeks ago, and she seemed to have gotten a little better afterwards. However, this morning around 4:30 she noisily entered her apartment and woke me up. Just as I was drifting back to sleep, I heard her moan really loud like a porn star. It lasted anywhere from 10 to 15 minutes, and it happened three times until around 6:30. And I think she was totally faking it. I think she thinks her life is a movie or something, and I feel like Alex in A Clockwork Orange being forced to watch it...or at least listen to it. Oh, and did I mention she has one of those little trendy yippy dogs that she named Martini? Ugggggggghhhhhhhhh. 02*08*07 My therapist almost fell asleep tonight during my session. She kept closing her eyes and then dragging them open like weights were attached to her lids. After a while I kept focusing on that rather than what I was bitching about. So I guess the therapy worked! I'm definitely aiming on stopping our sessions before I leave for Ireland. Every morning this week some woman has been waiting for the subway near the same spot as me, and then gets on the same train car as me. This wouldn't normally be a problem except for the fact that she snaps her gum with every chew. Sometimes she gets 2 or 3 snaps into one chew. It's like Chinese water torture. I shoot her nasty looks every now and then, but she doesn't seem to notice. Not to mention she's an older woman and should definitely know better...you would think. Today I decided to get on a different car so I wouldn't have to deal with that gross sound, but I still had to put up with it for the 5 minutes I was waiting for the train. I can even hear it over my iPod! I think I might lose it one of these mornings if this continues. I have been very good on my diet--haven't cheated once. I even feel more energetic. Sure I've been peeing a lot, but overall I feel pretty good. My coworker has been sticking to it too even though I've been trying to get her to skip the gym so I can win our contest. But she may win after all since I don't see myself being able to stick to this diet that strictly if Patrick and I go to Philly for a few days next weekend. But I'll try my best to still eat healthy. I'm not quite sure why, but I'm surprised Anna Nicole Smith is dead. 02*04*07 I finally went grocery shopping for the diet I start tomorrow. As I was filling the cart up, I kept thinking about how absurd the bill was going to be, but it actually didn't come out to be much more than it usually is when I buy all my frozen vegetarian meals. That was a big concern of mine with all the produce I had to get. Perhaps this diet is doable after all. My coworker is going on the diet tomorrow as well. We're having a contest to see who can lose the most inches off their waist in two weeks. Supposedly if you follow it for two weeks, you go down one dress size. We haven't decided what exactly the winner gets, nonetheless I will win! I went to my mom's on Saturday and took pictures of her new salon so I can eventually revamp the crappy website I made for her years ago. It looked a lot nicer than I ever thought it would. I'm proud of her. I just hope it gets the kind of business she's anticipating. Patrick and I had a bit of a fight Friday night. We have a lot of difficulty communicating with one another when we have disagreements and it's extremely frustrating. I expect almost every couple to disagree and have fights as a result. I guess we're just not very good at resolving our arguments. I feel it's really important to be able to do that, so I was having serious doubts about everything. But I guess it's always easier to throw in the towel than keep trying, so keep trying we will. Hopefully we'll get better at communicating even if we're pissed off at each other. Ok, I have to go prepare my Greek salad for lunch tomorrow. In the meantime, here are some pictures of me mum's salon:
02*01*07 Patrick was appalled by my last entry. Apparently he did not lip synch Welcome to the Jungle, but he really sang it. My mistake. Sorry Patty. My mom just finished a new nail salon she's been working on for over a year, so I'm going to NJ this weekend to take a look. Plus I get a free pedicure out of the deal. I think I heard a hooker outside talking on her cell phone late last night. She was saying something about how some guy just wanted to drive around and he could just keep the $25 if that's all he wanted. A few nights ago I awoke around 2:30 to the sound of my neighbor's dog barking at an incredibly loud fight two roommates were having in the apartment below me. It sounded like it might have gotten physical at some point. Then one of them kicked the other out and that girl started kicking at the door and yadda yadda yadda. Finally I had enough and called 911 (screw 311) and told them there was a dispute in my building which may or may not have involved violence. The cops got there pretty quick and I got to bed soon after, reveling in the fact that I live alone. Ok, I guess I'll continue watching this incredibly long silent movie (Pandora's Box).
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