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I've never attended a Jewish wedding but I was told that modesty is key so most of my cocktail dresses were out of the question. I stumbled upon this very simple but sweet silk Ann Taylor dress, love the little rose details on the sash but now I have to choose between two colors, the plum berry (my fave) and the navy blue. Both colors are lovely but the plum berry is only available in a size 6 and the navy in a size 4 (my size). I would need to get the plum berry altered if I choose that one. Both dresses are the same price and style. Which to choose?
That's how I feel today after rolling out of bed 25 mins late for my first class. Last night I felt pretty restless and didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning. I was rudely awaken by the clashing clang of metal on metal. I hate morning construction. It's a traffic trap and a sore eye all around. In my sleep deprived state I ran over some orange cones on the side of road designated to the construction site. It was not actively being worked on although I did receive some glares from the workers. Sorry, it was better the cones than running over people....
At school I was in a trance like state, trying to battle sleep through an intensely boring lecture about nurse's notes. Let me tell you taking notes on Nurse's notes proved to be quite a challenge. Through my blurred vision I notice that a couple of words that I had just written were significantly smaller and messier than the rest of my notes (this is my OCD kicking in). I erased it and I let my eyes close but I open them up again to re-write whatever I had originally written. Needless to say I was in dire need of some shut eyes.
After classes I came home and crashed on the couch, falling asleep within minutes of the movie, Atonement (my third attempt to watch this film) I woke up almost half way through the movie, pretty much starved (didn't eat nuttin all day). Now sitting here contemplating on what to eat and trying to motivate myself to go to the gym. I need to relieve some stress and the gym/spa seem like the best possible options. I booked a facial for next week as a treat for myself and I ordered some melatonin to help me get back into the habit of falling asleep on a healthy schedule. Along with exercise I might be back to my "normal" self.
Tonight, FI and I are going to see the Warriors at my school. It will be a nice experience and tomorrow...bowling and a romantic dinner before FI goes away for the weekend. Huyyy I am gonna miss him terribly. I hope he brings me back a dog.
After two weeks, we still have boxes scattered around the apartment, cable but no internet, a new fridge but the eye sore of the old fridge is still present in the kitchen and the kitchen outlets are still not working. As for our DIY box spring, well it worked out after a bunch of kinks. But it is being held together by ropes! I went to bed with the fear of falling over. Somehow I managed not to stress myself out over these things. It's been tough juggling work, school, appointments and finances with this big move. And I am still peeved that it took Verizon from 9 am to almost 9 pm to hook us up with cable but not internet...huy!
Life Lesson 924
Never buy large furniture if you live on the third floor. It's heavy and most of the time you can't even fit it through the door way!
If you decide on building anything, make sure you get the correct measurements!
Make sure you secure the toilet seat properly so the fat man who installs your FIOS doesn't break it.
Lastly, don't buy perishables until after you get a new fridge or the fruit flies will have a field day.
I can tell you right now, we won't be moving again anytime soon!
Today I decided to dress up as a constipated balloon for my mom. She wanted me to try on a tacky top of the line Cambodian version of a bridal gown. I looked like a Balloon because I was wearing a super duper puffy skirt and constipated, because of the pain brought about by the equally hideous heels I had to wear with it. Good grief, I thought my foot was going to snap in half as my entire weight pulled down on it. I swear the women who designed the outfit are masochists by nature. Thank You Cambodian Relatives for the humiliating moment of the day. I am happy to be wearing flip flops and jeans again. As for my future bridal gown, it will NOT include puffy layers of organza or break-your-feet stilettos.
Note to self: Mom is not comming shopping with me for dresses.
I've visited NYC on many occasions but I have never taken a picture of the Empire State building or the Statue of Liberty. I just always assumed they would forever be in the New York City skyline. Same with the Flatiron building and the World Trade Center. Of course I never imagined that a terrorist attack would take down the twin towers. Nobody did.
I don't have anything purposely planned to post for today's 8th Anniversary. No poems, graphics or song passages. Nothing of the sort. This isn't because I've forgotten or that I don't care anymore, because that isn't true. It is because life, particularly as an American, was forever altered that day. It may not be with flags or eagles and constant images of the day but with the choices and events of our lives. The new rules, the new laws, the endless debates and the wars... Our daily lives and concerns, our choices, our actions. Our thoughts. Our mentalities. Everything for now on has a little shadow of 9/11 written on it. That is a reminder we will live with everyday as Americans.
