Midnight Snack Cravings

Ok so I apologize if you are a vegetarian, or just don't eat/like eggs...but if not, how GOOD does that look??  I've tried to make this creation before but I think I just lack culinary talent all together :(  I think it looks so fab with the sunny side up egg, but eating it would be a mess right?  I always end up flipping it over and letting the egg fry. 

I found out yesterday that my boyfriend is taking me to see a ballet for our anniversary!  I don't know which one or when, but I'm so excited and kind of surprised.  A week ago, he had no idea and no apparent interest in planning anything...I'm not usually materialistic, and I know that a person's consistent actions speak louder than a gift once a year...but I just wanted him to be excited.  I think his mother might have given him the idea because I was talking about ballet with her...but regardless...

We are on winter storm watch AGAIN until Wednesday.  It's only been 7 days.  My heart is crying.  I don't really like my current layout, but I don't know enough about...blog stuff to change it to something more original.  Also realized I left my camera at home this weekend.  Too tired to post anything else....

 

I miss my puppies...

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Slush, mud, and more slush

My poor suede boots.  This weather is GROSS.  It won't stop snowing.  I added in a new layout of falling snowflakes..but UGH snow.  As I grow older and have to shovel more things/property, I'm slowly beginning to detest the fluffy white stuff.  Observe.

Don't be fooled by the purity and elegance - this stuff is dense and cold.  I'm so jealous of people on the West Cost right now.  My sister lives in TX and she keeps telling me how cold it is when it drops below 50.  Drama queen. . .

Anyway, went into the city to see an apartment today.  Or rather, a room in an apartment.  It's in West Village, and only about 25 minutes from where I'll be working..and rent isn't bad, at least for NYC.  The room itself is small...ish, even though I can probably fit in my bed and dresser comfortably.  The sub-letter is a middle aged woman, very pleasant and friendly, and she keeps her place really nicely.  The neighborhood is quiet and pretty (even in the icky snow), and I LOVE Greenwich Village.  There are so many restaurants, theaters, bars, shops, etc. in the area...

Walking up to the apartment (it's the building behind the restaurant sign).  When I first got out of the subway, the streets were PACKED with tourists and there were tons of designer stores all around...After walking for about 5 minutes though (around Bleecker st), it got more subdued and quiet.  Which I liked.

See the snow?  Ick...but still, it's easy to imagine how it will look in the spring.  Quaint but chic city life...

It's the first place I saw, and I really liked it...but I think in general I have commitment issues.  And I want everything to be perfect!!  Which it won't be.  But still.  I feel old...

I've definitely been getting a case of the winter blues.  I feel so much more inspired in the spring..not to mention prettier.  My hair is so frizzy from all the hoods and hats, and I look about 10 pounds heavier with my bubble coat (thats a lot when you're only 5' 1").  I miss the days when the sun would stay out past 4:30pm.  I've been looking at people's photos who live away from the east cost, and I'm so ENVIOUS!  Yes, you may be more creative and artistic than me, but at least you don't have slush creeping in from the corners of your photos...meh.  

This is Jezebel.  She was trying to climb behind the couch, over the power outlet...but she's been packing on the pounds lately, as you can see.  Don't worryy I'm not an animal torturer, I helped her out!!  But I thought it was a good photo!

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Yoga Leggings

I have a new obsession...and I know I went overboard (especially since I only started yoga 2 weeks ago and am completely unflexible)...but...yeah, just try not to judge me.  They're just so comfortable!  And they were on sale...nearly half off....so I just had to get as many colors and styles as I could, you know?  You probably don't know.  Oh, the power of the sale...

But in all seriousness...yoga is as close to meditating as I will get.  At this point, I find it really...REALLY hard.  I can barely touch my toes and transitioning from position to position without falling on my face takes a lot of concentration.  But ultimately...I hope it will help me find my zen......

Lately I find sleep exhausting.  I envy those people who never remember their dreams - it's much more of a hassle than it's worth.  I used to think dreaming was a sign of creativity, but now I think it's just a sign of insanity.  The crazy people who can't stop thinking or clear their mind are haunted by visions and delunsions by day AND night.

I'm going to the city tomorrow to check out an apartment...or rather a room in an apartment that I would be subletting.  I'm excited because...well, it's the city and it's close to my future office.  But I'm also kind of terrified. At first I couldn't WAIT to start apartment searching, and all I did was calculate and recalculate ways to divide up my future paychecks...(talk about counting your chickens before they're hatched..)  But now, I'm kinda terrified.  Even IF I found a place I liked, and they got my John Hancock on the lease...I wouldn't even know where to begin with the whole...'living an independent life' thing.  But anyway, west village is kinda gorgeous and I'm excited to go into the city tomorrow.  Adventures...

My boyfriend's very old, but lovely Sheltie...I wonder if she's dreaming about vacuum's and fire hydrants...

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I'm 21 years old.  To a lot of people, that's pretty young.  But in 4 months, I'll 'start' my life, reinvent myself, earn a paycheck that will be only 70% of its value, probably get a kitten, consider starting a family, continue my education, .... etc.  At each stage of our life, we reflect on the past and reevaluate everything we know.  21 Feels old to me.

I used to have an online journal...it used to be all the rage when I was in high school.  I was so excited to have friends and read their journals, and I used to try SO hard to write something of meaning in my journals and wait for comments...I know its silly, but what can I say?  But I reread my old entries every so often, and I find it kind of crazy how I managed to imprint myself in the history of the internet at such a young age.  Guess that's why blogging is pretty fucking amazing.

I rent a room in a house with 7 other girls.  I know 8 girls together sounds crazy, and sometimes it's been pretty dramatic...but I'd prefer to live with 100 crazy people rather than by myself.  Independence has its bounds...and people aren't meant to be alone, right?  I don't know a lot, but I'm pretty certain I'm right about this.

I'm in love with a boy.  We don't have the same thought processes, we don't necessarily think the same things are important, we don't always communicate effectively.  But the other 80% of the time, I feel so relieved to have found him.  People keep telling me that I'm very young, and it will be many years until I know what love is...but...why?  Why can't they just let me be  in love?  

I'm hard on people.  Not openly...only in my head.  I don't mean to judge you...and I'd never hold it against you...it's just something I do.  Just like how you might judge me for my typos :)  Be prepared to see many more...I type too fast for my own good.

My head feels crowded most of the time.  Hence....this lengthy post.  I just wanted you to know a few things about me.  (Though I'd be surprised if you actually read this.)

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