un jour comme un autre
These brigitte bardot moods are rare, and this is why I am still up at 2:16 am, humming along to her songs (because I am not yet fluent enough in french to sing along, but hopefully will be soon).
I guess I needed a summer like this, to really punish me for not getting my act together during the school year and figuring out a game plan. My lack of incentive has left me lounging on the couch reading/finishing 'Bergdorf Blondes' in a day. One day chick lit reads are a guilty pleasure of mine.
And what do you know, after I triumphantly blogged my workout attempts, I stopped working out. So no more workout updates from now on, they demotivate me. Oh, plus side to not working and being a complete bum: after this, I can go work out until like 4 am, pass out and then wake up in the middle of day and get coffee, re-arrange songs to cover while caffenated, and then read, write, start cycle over. I love how I've completely isolated myself from the world. Hermit-recluse Deb. Down side to not working and being a complete bum: the feeling of worthlessness that seeps into your system.
I suddenly realize I need more sundresses in my life. Sundresses, and beach. BEACH, SOON, SOMEONE, TAKE ME. On second thought, am not in the condition to be seen in a bikini, ew.
I should make use of my Polaroid...damn compulsive buying, I never use the goddamn thing. But also, the price for film is un peu steep.
Someone please diagnose me with ADD.
I'll start playing something on the piano and then mid-piece or mid-scale, I'll suddenly get bored, get up and do something else. My job-hunting attempt was pathetic - a few bookstores and petit bateau? Lame. (But then again, I think I secretly gave up job-hunting after a few days because I'm in denial about becoming a part of the real world, where people have jobs and get up at a normal time and have lunch breaks.) I can't stay on the same TV channel for very long; my brother won't let me touch the remote. Even with these blog entries, if you haven't noticed, I'm all about the different paragraphs that have nothing to do with one another; my train of thought is just all over the place, agggh.
This is why I think I'd be awful writing short stories...but nonetheless, I've picked it up again. I have...a page typed out. This is your cue to laugh.
Ew for creepy stalker-ish person who doesn't understand that not responding to IMs + not responding to calls = STAY AWAY.
I'm not usually into randomizing the iTunes, but it's kind of fun. I guess I'm in kind of a random mood. Oh god, reading that book has left me with an intense craving for peach bellinis. Maybe will drop by Yaffa this Saturday - drop by to get a tour of the studio at noon, hit up the strand, and then yaffa for an afternoon bellini before korean bbq with Mike and co. Sounds DIVINEEEE! This is one of my rare un-hermit moments so if you're around in the city, let me know. We'll have bellinis.
I've bored you with enough idle, nonsensical babble. I will leave you to your own devices as I eagerly await what song my iTunes will pull out next.
...ooh, "Monday, Monday"!!!
I guess I needed a summer like this, to really punish me for not getting my act together during the school year and figuring out a game plan. My lack of incentive has left me lounging on the couch reading/finishing 'Bergdorf Blondes' in a day. One day chick lit reads are a guilty pleasure of mine.
And what do you know, after I triumphantly blogged my workout attempts, I stopped working out. So no more workout updates from now on, they demotivate me. Oh, plus side to not working and being a complete bum: after this, I can go work out until like 4 am, pass out and then wake up in the middle of day and get coffee, re-arrange songs to cover while caffenated, and then read, write, start cycle over. I love how I've completely isolated myself from the world. Hermit-recluse Deb. Down side to not working and being a complete bum: the feeling of worthlessness that seeps into your system.
I suddenly realize I need more sundresses in my life. Sundresses, and beach. BEACH, SOON, SOMEONE, TAKE ME. On second thought, am not in the condition to be seen in a bikini, ew.
I should make use of my Polaroid...damn compulsive buying, I never use the goddamn thing. But also, the price for film is un peu steep.
Someone please diagnose me with ADD.
I'll start playing something on the piano and then mid-piece or mid-scale, I'll suddenly get bored, get up and do something else. My job-hunting attempt was pathetic - a few bookstores and petit bateau? Lame. (But then again, I think I secretly gave up job-hunting after a few days because I'm in denial about becoming a part of the real world, where people have jobs and get up at a normal time and have lunch breaks.) I can't stay on the same TV channel for very long; my brother won't let me touch the remote. Even with these blog entries, if you haven't noticed, I'm all about the different paragraphs that have nothing to do with one another; my train of thought is just all over the place, agggh.
This is why I think I'd be awful writing short stories...but nonetheless, I've picked it up again. I have...a page typed out. This is your cue to laugh.
Ew for creepy stalker-ish person who doesn't understand that not responding to IMs + not responding to calls = STAY AWAY.
I'm not usually into randomizing the iTunes, but it's kind of fun. I guess I'm in kind of a random mood. Oh god, reading that book has left me with an intense craving for peach bellinis. Maybe will drop by Yaffa this Saturday - drop by to get a tour of the studio at noon, hit up the strand, and then yaffa for an afternoon bellini before korean bbq with Mike and co. Sounds DIVINEEEE! This is one of my rare un-hermit moments so if you're around in the city, let me know. We'll have bellinis.
I've bored you with enough idle, nonsensical babble. I will leave you to your own devices as I eagerly await what song my iTunes will pull out next.
...ooh, "Monday, Monday"!!!
posted by Deb Oh at 2:14 AM
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you should come to our island escapades!
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