i just realized the saddest. thing. ever. this will be my first valentine's day in as long as i can remember (literally since i had my first kiss) that i won't kiss anyone on valentine's day! what has my life become!?!? you all make out with your boyfriends/lovers/husbands extra hard in honor of the poor people who can't!! (heh that is kind of gross, please do not actually think of us while you're doing it)
my depression is further compounded by the fact that i made a budget today - if i save 20% of what i earn pre-taxes, pay my bills and my taxes, i'll only have [$xxxx] a month to LIVE on! how will i eat?! how will i go out!?! (i'm not posting the number because i think it might be kind of rude and there are obviously people in the economy who are struggling much more than i am, but it is still going to take an ADJUSTMENT!) i think i will either have to get a boyfriend (still part of my brilliant plan) or stop going out as much. or pregame more. or start smuggling alcohol into bars. i did that once in a water bottle, horrible idea because when you're trying to subtly pour it under the table you tend to spike your own drink. i was smashed.
annnyways, y'all have to check out becca's (lovely yellow ribbons) zazzle store. she hand draws everything, and she's crazy talented (she doesn't know i'm posting this, it's just that i just looked @ her store again and i'm obsessing).
so, speaking of my romantic history (we were, weren't we? especially in honor of the lack thereof that will occur tomorrow?), i was looking for this quote:
"When it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I'm already better than them." - marilyn monroe
to post on My Brunette Reality's comment section because she'd been having some trouble with rude people, and it reminded me of something that happened to me this summer. i was going to a school for work, and i was gone for like three weeks. i knew two girls who had met their now-husbands there, so i was like, great, i'm going to meet my future husband (i always think i'm going to meet my future husband, keep in mind...and we have to have a cute story of how we met so i always take mental notes during first meetings with guys), so i'm having a great time, going out and meeting people in class and at get togethers and so forth (this is in newport, RI for anyone familiar with the military). i come back, after three weeks, future husband-free (although i did meet a gorgeous, super tall officer dentist who's messaged me a couple times over deployment - we only hung out once before i left because his residency hours were so restrictive), and i hear a rumor that i was hooking up with one of the instructors! what the f!? i wish! when i first became single (after aforementioned abusive horrible boyfriend), i also heard rumors that i was enlisted (enlisted and officers can't date) and guys would be nervous to talk to me because they didn't want to get in trouble. so MBR, i feel you - who are the girls that plot these things and think them up and spread them!? so. weird.
lastly, tomorrow is your last day to have 20% of the net profits from your purchase on www.stellanddot.com/alannastrei go to benefit Save the Children's Haiti Relief Fund!
annnnnd the real last best part?!!?
i weighed in at 141!
i weighed in at 141!
