on my flight back from vegas thurs night, i was heavy into contemplating my new goals. how i'm going to revamp the status quo and make some positive changes in my lifestyle. what i managed to scribble down in my high school musical 3 notebook (ashley tisdale this time, zach F and miley C are full or lost or whatever), was this:
*Play my keyboard, or at least spend 20 minutes trying to learn how
*Dig out my old spanish textbook from college and re-teach myself the basics
*Work out. Like, seriously. bust out the ole tae-bo tapes or get my ass running again. SXSW is mere weeks away!!!!
*Diet. Special K cereal bfast/lunch 2 week regimen beginning. . . tomorrow. gergh.
*Write. write. write.write.write.
*Clean my apt, especially the floors and kitchen
Now. . . what I did actually accomplish. . . .
*impromptu candlelit kitchen party with court, that katz (molly accidently started her paw on fire thanks to the open tea candles. cat hair does indeed smell just as bad as human hair when ignited. sick.), a bottle of $3 trader joes wine and our laptops. my social life. RULES.
*saw revolutionary road, finally
*grocery shopped
*spent way too much money when this was to be the wknd in
*slept and wasted the gorgeous wknd away
Soooooo. This week is week one of management training boot camp. FUN! in addition, i will be forcing myself to run and jump around like a neanderthal to some shitty workout vhs tapes and starving myself on cereal. It will RULE. also, the writing thing. . . fucking block big time. when i was in vegas the highlight of my trip (other than the sweet ass big pimpin suites at the venetian and finding out kid rock was nearby, har har har) was when i escaped off the strip for an hour and a half with an iced latte and notebook. jotting down ramblings and inner thoughts, people watching and just enjoying the nice weather. . . however. the fucking reviews i've been trying to coerce out? not so good. i HAVE to pump shit out, like soon. this is bad. bad bad bad.
so yeah. lotta work work. lotta not work work. lotta move fatass, move work. and on top of that i may check the bottle's free show tomorrow night, fujiya & miyagi/school 7bells set at bottom lounge thurs night and a-trak/hood internet/bald eagle dance party friday. sat? free smooth dj set at schubas and sunday? drinking because I can. thank you PREZ. 3 day weekends RULE.
on that note, this lil camper is tired. been listening to the lil wayne mixtape some more, do not like piano man. or prom queen. unfortunate, unfortunate noise. but i do like weezy anyway, i wonder if he won any of those 8 grammys he was nominated for tonight--meant to tune in for radioheads' marching band thing but somehow got caught up with the roommate romance action in the kitchen instead. anyone else check it? mind blowing? i spose there's always youtube. . .
BED TIME. werk in tha am. i realized this wknd i listen to waaaaaay too much hip hop now. noone can keep up with me and everyone thinks i'm retarded. oh well, at least i can dance with my reflection, right???? merlot and kitties make me sleepy. G'NITE KIDZ.
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