A long long while

Well, i havent written in a long long while. Its summertime, and the livin's easy.

Last weekend I had quite a journey. Me and matt were hanging out with some of his older brothers friends. We watched the ridiculous movie "Iron Monkey 2" and his buddies made some hilarious jokes. "Wait, I know! THEYRE ALL IRON MONKEY!" "Whats the crazy old guy doin? walking down the street bangin his sticks" and the obvious "aweee*high pitch*" like we all just realized what the movie was actually trying to get across. It was rather fun. Ben pulled the old TV outside and so we all sat in lawn chairs (or in my case on a stair on the deck) and watched this movie together while Raven, their dog, continually ran up beside you and got you soaking from when he'd gone swimming in the pool.

Once the movie had lost its thrill we all decided to start playing 3 man. Its a drinking game, and seeing as I am horrible at explaining such things if you dont know what it is, google it. I had a fantastic time, only wore the "hat" once and laughed my ass off at the 26 year old guys crackin jokes at each other. They all went off to play horseshoes ( or at least try to) and I stayed back with Matt and had a fantastic conversation that he didnt remember the next day. But, its okay I realize now that I am really lucky to remember it, even though he doesn't know it happened.

End of my story: I got home at 6.20 AM and watched the damn sunrise as I drove across the highway. Slept till 1 PM and went to work at 3. Hoo-rah.

Work's been a bitch lately. We have this new kid named Nitin (pronounced like Knit-in) and his stubborn two year old butt demands to stand by the door and scream for a full on day. When you try to hold him, he kicks, eventually gives in, and proceeds to scream in your ear. "Well geez Laura, he's only two years old." Mmmmhm, well lets see you do it for 2 and a half hours.

Theres also so romance in Baja Fresh Land! Two of my darling co-workers have found themselves smoking cigs all the more often out back, and it seems to me and my manager that they are slowly staring to click. It brightens the mood around the place, especially after your staring at chips for four hours.

I have decided I'm going to Russia next summer during July. I need a Russian penpal...anyone???

Meal of the day: Portobello Mushroom sandwich

Song of the day: Vagabond by Wolfmother (aka Matt's song)

its been a long long while.

So, I haven't blogged in ages. I have no real valid excuse, mostly I just haven't had inspiration to write.

The trip to the beach with my friends ended up not being quite as much fun as I had imagined. It seemed that all everyone wanted to do was swim, lay around the condo, sleep, eat, and drink. I have no problem with those thing except for that we were at the beach....my friend hates the sand, so we only went to the beach once or twice which kinda sucked. My boyfriend had to stay home to work, so whenever I talked to him on the phone he had all these great ideas of things to go and do, but then no one would want to go with me, and how much fun is bumper cars when you have no friend to especially gang up on? I mean dont get me wrong, I had some great night with all my buddies and what not, I just started missing home and actually having a bed to sleep on and some real food. So came home, hung out with everyone that couldn't go down there, made me so much happier.

I was sposed to go to this Gay Pride festival in Baltimore today with my two darling gay buddies, but all of my friends got jumbled up, I missed the train and so now I have no one to go down with and walking the streets of baltimore by myself = bad idea. Not because its a city so much, but because I have horrible navigation skills..really horrible. Maybe the night will pick up, after all it is only 7.21, who knows what would happen by 8

I promise to write a more interesting post soon, well as soon as something interesting happens.

Meal of the day: Oatmeal with a Pear and Rye toast

Song of the day: Ive seen better days by Sublime

the tostada shell guy

fellow bloggers,

it isnt often that I go to work with a smile on my face and leave with one too. BUT today, as I walked into my new job at Baja Fresh I came with a smile because I had just had an awesome hour with Matt. Of course, it was INSANELY fucking busy. This was the first time I had worked when there was literally a line of more that 3 people. It was crazy, and I screwed up more than one order, but nonetheless I managed to pull through by smiling and "acting" clumsy. When 7.45 rolled around the corner this guy came in with a tyedye shirt and some shorts. I was serving a burrito but I decided it would probably be a good idea to go over and take his order first since it was taking a while. When I got over there he was looking at the menu and he glanced at me, looked back at the menu, did like a double take and then goes "your beautiful". My reaction was quite literally: "sorry? What??" and he was like "your beautiful". Now the hopeless romantic in me was like AWHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh =]]]]]]] and i had a HUGE smile on my face, I must have looked like a deranged idiot. He took his order and then asked if I had a pen. Do i have a pen? OF COURSE, i have a pen. So i handed him a pen, and he handed me his number. ^^ Laura got hit on, laura got hit on, laura got hit on! woooooo =]

Alright, so yes, this DID make my day. But don't get me wrong I'm not about to call him and set up a date obviously because I am already taken by matthew dearest, however it can still make my day. And it did. Really.

Consumers! Yes thats you. Listen up, if you think that someone behind a register or cooking in the kitchen, or sweeping, or serving you shitty food has a great laugh, great piercing, fantastic hair due, LET THEM KNOW. With out that little "your beautiful, heres my number" bit, my day would have been the same damn shit. Add a little spice, and it makes everything better.

Anyway thats my story of the day. Might post again later and FINALLY tell you all about my first porno experience which has yet to be blogged. my bad.

Meal of the day: Strawberry short cake, and a banana

Song of the day: Make my day by Waldeck

Skydiving my butt off

I would like to say its official that summer has started, except for really its not. I have a week of school left, and two weeks until i actually graduate but i already feel that awesome summer sun vibe that makes you want to get out and do things. Matt has unearthed his pool, it looks like shit though tons of algae everywhere that makes the water as black as coke. He says it'll take about 2 weeks before its actually swim-able. I don't really mind waiting though, there's something about the anticipation before swimming that makes it all the better when you actually do get to have that first big jump into the pool.

After graduation which is on the 28th, my friends and I are all going to Ocean Ci-tay for "senior week". We are way out in the boondocks though, apparently far away from pretty much anyone else who is going. Honestly though, I am so excited to just have some hardcore chill time with my friends. Play some frisbee on the beach, go swimming, hang out and watch movies. I am really excited. We are staying in this small 2 couple condo that my friends mom owns. The original plan was to fit 8 people in it, which is twice the occupancy. But my boyfriend bailed, and so did another couple...so now its down to my two gay friends, and one straight couple and me. Oddly enough, I'm not going to feel like the 5th wheel or the oddball, mostly because I simply refuse to be left alone, (I'm a pretty dependent person...would much prefer a group of people over being by myself). The condo is really close to this place called Dummsers (not sure in spelling it right) but its mega famous for its ice cream. FYI, Ice cream = my vice. I could literally live off cereal and ice cream for probably the rest of my life and die happily. I know that sounds like an over exaggeration, but its not xP I really LOVE ice cream and cereal. Especially cinnamon toast crunch and raisin nut bran. mmmmhm.

I played my first match of horseshoes over the weekend. That shit is so much harder than it looks. Your essentially throwing this 2 pound metal circle-ish thing onto a rod. Its a difficult task to succeed at, but its so much fun to try. You have to kind of hurl it, like in bowling, but not with the little shuffle that comes with bowling a bowling ball. Instead its more of a launch.

Well, nonetheless frisbee remains my favorite summer sport no matter how much I suck at it, I love to play. My friends and I have been going out to the fields during enrichment lately and playing. A couple of weeks ago my one and only frisbee got mercilessly tossed on top of a caved in green house. My initial reaction was "dammmmnnn it esli!!" (esli = the thrower). But then the next day we went out for a water balloon fight and *poof* there was my frisbee laying in the field. Kinda weird how stuff like that happens. But I love it when it does, makes your day a little better.

This whole working two jobs thing is total bullshit. The manager at Baja thinks im "really committed" which I'm really not. I kind of want to go ahead and give him my two weeks notice because i simply don't enjoy handing people burritos and mopping the [very slippery] floor. It kind of funny actually...since the kitchen gets really greasy they have these rubber floors, and all the burrito grease starts to build up on it by the time closing comes around. Whenever I go back there to pack up the salsa bar my shoes automatically start slidding. The other day I couldn't even push open a door (my hands were full) because whenever I went to push on it with my back my feet would just start sliding. I only managed to open it an inch before I realized I would have to go at it with a running start and just kind of body slam the door open. Thank god none of the kitchen guys saw that xP They're already having a blast making fun of the new girl who doesn't know the difference between a fajita and taco. Can I quit? Poll: When is it too soon to quit a job after being hired? Would they want the shirt back? How bout the visor? (Yes, i wear a visor).

summer bitches. I'm going to montreal and skydiving my butt off.

Meal of the day: cinnamon toast crunch

Song of the day: orange sky by alexi murdoch

BAJA BABY!

Exciting news everyone! After snatching an application to Baja Fresh yesterday I decided to pop out of school a little early and drop it off before work. The guy barely read it and then went "When can you start?"

FO SHIZ.

I am so excited to be making people burritos! I'm not even going to be making them but I'll be able to say "Hi! How ARE you?!!?" to people and really mean it, and I really can't wait. I can finally be that person who makes the day a little bit better just because they weren't some slug standing behind a cashier (not that I think I won't have days where I'm a slug, because I totally will....like days when I'm living off of rice cakes, still vegetarian, and the smell of grilled chicken is wafting in my general direction). I'm very happy to finally be working with people my own age and doing something other than sitting on my ass for two hours. YES!

Must buy black pants and black shoes. *mental note*

It is my sister's 21st birthday today. We had a super dank dinner, and enjoyed some Mikes Hard. It was fun, she's not exactly a party animal or anything so she's not going out, but her boyfriend came over and I think that's really what she was looking forward to. Well, that and the german chocolate cake my mom made.

Anyway, I'm quite tired at the moment and I've gotta call Matt back so I'll have to write about my first baja experience after thursday! CANT WAIT.

Meal of the day: Ceasar Salad with german chocolate cake

Song of the day: Play nice by the Apathy Eulogy

Francois

So, I'm listening to french music right now.

It's funny because I can't understand a single word the artist is saying and yet I still connect with it. Don't you love songs like that?

It's very calm and peaceful. Then of course Barenaked Ladies has to come on next in the shuffle and it gets very "fun".

Tonight was the Art-show at my school. I didn't have my own wall or anything but I had helped everyone mat their photos and in some cases, tape them up (or hot glue..depending on the situation). I was on the "take down" committee, but when I finally arrived an hour and forty five minutes late I couldn't stand to be in my school cafeteria any longer than I needed to, so I left within 15 minutes. I feel like shit anyway because I downed a peanut butter sandwich.

Lately my friends have ALL been on diets, and its driving me bonkers because it makes me feel like I eat even worse than usual when really I eat very healthily. However, when I have a friend who's living off of unflavored rice cakes and salad while I'm eating a banana, kashi bar, apple and pineapple, I suddenly feel like I'm obese. What the hell is wrong with this situation?

I'll tell you. What's wrong is that I have this crazy super glue stuck notion in my head that I have to be 110 pounds, look something like Natalie Portman and live off of grapes. What else is wrong with this idea? Well first off, I have hips "made for child bearing" as my darling mother likes to put it, and I like food. I don't LOVE food (okay, maybe indian food and tofu, but everyone has their vices), I just enjoy tasting different things and experimenting. After all, eating apple after apple and banana after banana gets a little tiring and I start to crave the dreaded "carbs"...like peanut butter sandwiches. I know that I'm going to feel like shit for eating it after, but while I eat it everything is just nice and dandy. Food, you sly thing you, stop screwing with my mind.

Anyway, I just need to find a new delicious low calorie low everything food. Any ideas?

Meal of the day: Apple, peanut butter sandwich

Song of the day: Monsieur Marcel by Renan Luce

Forgetting

It makes me so incredibly sad when you say "I don't remember". You have no idea how hard it is for me to accept that you forgot what you told me. My heart aches because the night before it had been so happy. The idea of someone caring so much about me again seems so real when ever you talk, but you never remember what you say. I am sorry for trying so hard not to fall in love with you.