Day Twenty Nine: Your Aspirations.
My number one is to go back to school to study ethnomusicology. Preferably in the next year or so, although it’s proving a bit difficult to find a really good program. I can’t move again so my options are kind of limited…. we will see though.
This year I’m going to finish my yoga training and hopefully start teaching by next year. I also want to get more climbing experience so I can be certified as an instructor (probably not any time soon, but somewhere along the line). And I just want to travel… everywhere. I want adventure.
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Day Twenty Eight: Something That You Miss.
Everybody who is not in this room with me right now. They should be! We’ll have a party.
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Day Twenty Seven: Your Favourite Place.
Bed.
I am partial to mine because it is a giant marshmallow. But I’ll settle for pretty much any bed anywhere that is clean and quiet and smells nice.
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Day Twenty Six: Your Fears.
There’s not really a whole lot I’m genuinely afraid of. There are a lot of events and circumstances I wouldn’t exactly welcome in my life, but it’s nothing I sit around and worry about.
There are plenty of things I do not like which generally get lumped into the category of “things I am afraid of,” for example:
the dark
small spaces / having anything too close to my face that may threaten my air supply
being trapped under ice
being trapped under anything, I imagine wouldn’t be too pleasant, actually
spiders, milli/centipedes, praying mantises, any sort of flying bug
Tilda Swinton
brain aneurysms
sloths
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Day Twenty Five: A First.
I got stuck in a bodycon bandage dress a few months ago (you really want to know me? THIS IS ME). The thing was like a fucking Chinese finger trap- the more I pulled, the tighter it got, and I was so hideously drunk I was convinced that I was losing air so I just sat there crying for ages while my boyfriend laughed at me. Fortunately it looked good on me, cause I was in there for like a day and a half, until apparently my boobs shrunk (or I sobered up) and it came right off.
So that was the first time I’ve ever been so drunk that my clothes did not immediately come off.
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Day Twenty Four: Something That Makes You Cry.
The second act of Rent. Every. Single. Time.
Grey’s Anatomy, I don’t think there is one episode where I haven’t been bawling halfway through. Except maybe the musical one, that one I was just crying from shame.
Seeing my mom cry. And my mom cries at absolutely everything, which is why we can’t spent a lot of time together.
Basically everything from Day Twenty Two.
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Day Twenty Three: Something That Makes You Feel Better.
Nutella.
my baby, my boyfriend, my best friends, and my mommy.
my animals.
the ping noise my phone makes when I get an email.
my “Uppers” playlist.
entire days spent in bed.
orgasms.
sleep.
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Day Twenty Two: Something That Upsets You.
When I run out of Nutella.
Those Sarah McLachlan SPCA commercials.
Some of my friends being oh so far away.
All of my puppies (all shelter dogs by the way, Sarah McLachlan!! Quit guilting me.) being oh so far away.
the “Downers” playlist on my iPod, which contains about 500 of the saddest songs in the universe.
Old people by themselves.
No snow.
That very soon I have to climb out of a very warm and lovely bed, leave my very warm and lovely boyfriend, and haul ass back to stupid Manhattan to start my stupid day.
And I haven’t even slept.
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Day Twenty One: Another Moment.
I lost my big sister Emily in a crowd of chickens at a market in southern France.
I don’t want to expand beyond that because the images in your head are probably brilliant enough.
(She did show up again, unscathed, some six hours later. Not sure about the chickens.)
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Day Twenty: This Month.
If the rest of the year continues on as well as this month, I really wouldn’t mind if it’s our last. I’m going out with a bang.
The most brilliant points of this month were:
- starting 2012 in London (my first New Year there! did not disappoint!) with my UK family and friends and my amazing boyfriend.
- my Chomper! although leaving him was not so much fun =(
- Ly’s 8th birthday and ridiculous candy land party at Dylan’s which I’m pretty sure we’re all still on a sugar high from
- Golden Fest
- the whole 5 minutes of snow we got
The only lame point was my loser boyfriend being gone for most of it… but only two more days until he’s home!
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Day Eighteen: Your Favorite Birthday.
Fitting, since my birthday is only two weeks away!! (I like shoes, and also money.)
My birthdays are an event- always. Big, outrageous, out of control, me me me. I live for birthdays!
Probably the most memorable was my 21st- this was my first birthday with the dude who would become my ex-husband, and he and my best friend conspired to take me to Fashion Week for the first time (so you can blame those two for creating the monster I am now). We had a gorgeous room at the Bryant Park (years before I almost died of fish-ingestion) and basically just made a giant week-long party of it.
That part was a surprise, but I had also been planning a party in Miami, so on the day of my birthday we flew back (it snowed beautifully in New York that morning too)- we rented out a club, had a band, a whole menu of drinks that I created with a guy I bartended with, and pretty much invited everybody I’ve ever met.. it was ridiculous. And amazing. And didn’t clear out until 7 the next morning.
The whole thing ended with my closest friends and I polishing off a bottle of cannabis vodka in a hotel room.. which may have been my favorite part of the entire week. My friends, I mean, not the vodka. It really just tasted like bong water.
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Day Seventeen: Your Favourite Memory.
Fall of 2008
A certain rooftop in Brooklyn
Meeting this group of impossibly beautiful, supremely talented, and endlessly amazing people who have become my best friends, the loves of my life, my family.
And every moment since.
Day Sixteen: Your First Kiss.
My first kiss happened with I 5ish- maybe 6, I was still in kindergarten in any case. It was with my first boyfriend (yes, kindergarten. I was very mature), Zack; he was chubby and cute and cuddly in that irresistible 5 year old way. It was before school or maybe at the end of recess, I don’t remember, I just know where were standing outside our classroom door and he kissed me. No tongue (WE WERE BABIES), but right on the lips; then we walked back into the class holding hands.
I don’t recall us kissing again after that, and we broke up a week later because he contracted cooties (OBVIOUSLY NOT FROM ME, THE CHEATER) and I dumped a carton of milk on him.
Bastard.
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