Thursday Friday Things
15 days until Summer!
Working only one job with three easy classes, a live-in boyfriend, and a newfound love for my body already has the potential to be a fantastic summer. Sounds sarcastic but srsly, is anything but.
Flashback to last summer with three jobs, four hard classes, a clingy-because-we-never-got-to-see-each-other-because-of-all-the-jobs boyfriend and nothing but hate for my body. Ugh.
Summer 2013, I am ready for you!
OH. EM. GEE.
This just became my everything.
Thursday Things.
I love Klara for visiting me this past weekend as my first apartment guest (!), working out with me, and filling the weekend with wonderful talks.
I love Klara even more for convincing me to watch this movie because it means everything to me now.
Down the elevator shaft it went.
Surprisingly, it was recovered and still works.
Unsurprisingly, I am completelyyyyyyy dragging my feet at getting it fixed.
Is it weird that we haven’t met yet?
Can we remedy this?
If you’d go to a reading/signing of “Splitting the Difference” at The Last Bookstore in downtown L.A. on June 30, will you:
Follow/Tweet @lastbookstorela + mention #heartshapedmemoir?
Like their Facebook page + post on their Wall?
Reblog the hell out of this for L.A. Tumblrs?
If 50 people do it, I will come.
Loudly.
I promise.
YES YES YES!!!! Last Bookstore + Tre = be still my beating heart.
There is something to be said about a man who will encourage you to workout (in a positive way!) even if it means waiting to eat dinner with you until 7pm, who will go down to the car to get your makeup bag at midnight because said workout left your legs dead and you need it for work the next day, will wordlessly take out the trash and bring you his purple jacket because you wanted to wear it the day before, will wake you up in the morning, will fix your parents’ car for a cross-country journey, and will still love you without viewing you as the irresponsible flailing human being you feel you are.
Early Morning Baking
Sunday, I stepped off the plane from NYC and excitedly embraced theboy - only an achin’, wheezin’, snifflin’, coughin’ up a storm version of theboy. Oh boy.
Our nights since have been discussions over dinner, cough syrup for dessert and a non-sexytime bed crash by 9. I know; you’re jealous.
Because of the early nights, my suitcase has yet to be unpacked, the dishes are piling up, and the to-dos are being neglected - in particular, the cupcakes that need baked for my cousin’s birthday.
All of which is a roundabout way of saying that I, ladies and gents, have discovered the joys of early morning baking. It was therapeutic, got the day started on a great note and I love the rush from being so productive so early.
Why are these hard to find?
