Thursday, January 20
Wednesday, January 19
Tuesday, January 18
Three hundred and sixty five out of three hundred and sixty five. I just typed that. I'm a little bit shocked. First, because I actually did it and second, because it's actually finished.
It's my birthday today. I'm 26 years old. Which means that this blog is officially outdated!
I woke up late after a pretty sleepless night. Late breakfast and lounged around. It was kind of lame and sad and boring. But finally, I made myself get up and go sit at an undisclosed location that happens to have really good bread and soup and coffee and, maybe I've been there quite a few times in the last week...
I treated myself to a 3:00 lunch and coffee while I worked on my computer for a few hours.
After awhile my mom showed up and after a few more cups of coffee, we met my dad and Rachel for dinner.
Rachel painted me this really beautiful card! It goes well with my mojito, no?
It doesn't take much.
All I wanted was some Tex Mex. Enchiladas with chile con carne and lots of cheese and beans and chips and salsa. Don't ask me why.
After like, two bites, I was full. But I kept on truckin'.
Sad that I couldn't finish my beans.
Me and Sister.
Me and Sister and card.
The reason for my being.
Free flan to go...
in the TRASH!!
Seriously, flan is scary. But free dessert is free dessert.
This is the real deal.
Trying to figure out how I can eat the entire thing, probably.
Hmm...flan or homemade dark chocolate cake?
Well, this looks and feels like a fat deposit...
And this looks and feels like heaven...
Guess who joined in Happy Birthday?
The other sister.
Who, by the way, sent me ten e-cards today. This one:
And a few others. She's just lovely.
I'm amazed at her singing voice!
I like cake.
My walrus impression!!!!!
White on the outside, black on the inside. Just like me.
And just like that...it was over.
Come back tomorrow. I've got something special for ya.
Monday, January 17
I kept hearing about The Hunger Games trilogy while I was in Africa. My old roommate, Kate, called it an addiction and I knew I could trust her book advice. I wanted to buy it, but they didn't have it over there. I wanted to buy the e-book, but it wasn't available on my ipod.
I finally bought the first book to read on the plane to New York last month. And despite being pretty busy most of the time I was there, I managed to finish it a few days before I came home. I left it for Ryan, figuring he'd like it and I needed to pass on my addiction.
Once I got back home, more broke than ever, I couldn't justify buying book two. It was hard at first, but I got over it. The libraries all had it out or on hold. Sometimes I picked it up at Target, but I always put it back down.
Meanwhile, Ryan read The Hunger Games and once he finished it, he must have understood my need because he sent me the second book for my birthday. I'm suspicious and think he might have read it first, but that's okay. I don't blame him. Addiction, remember?
The problem with these books is that there is no stopping point. And that's why I took the longest bath in my history today. I didn't even want to be in the bath anymore but I couldn't put the thing down.
Now I feel like I need to read the third one before I life can go on! Time must stop!
Not gonna happen, though. I have to turn 26 tomorrow.