Saturday, April 28, 2007
drunk...i'm too lazy to look up the definition to this but i'm almost sure ya'll know what it means.
it's 2:32 in the morning and i can barely type...HOWEVER, GUESS WHAT? JAMES AND I ARE SOBER...here he is. he wants to talk:..what's up!!! sober anna and james ..... whooo hooo...biatches....that's right represent...fantone, cile, and chris are passed out....we love pinay...randy's cool too.....but he always is...but yeah...sober james and anna!!! whooo hooo...for once.....!!!!
aaaaaand I'm back!! BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO!!! WATCH SPAMALOT!!!!! wait, are we sober? well, we're conscious anyhow. fantone and i have to get up in like 5 hours to leave and I'm not even packed yet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
we'll be home soon!!!! i <3 NYC!!! i wanna go to school here!!!
anna and james...OUT!!!!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident; good fortune; luck
Synonyms include: circumstance, luck
Who the heck celebrates her birthday in NYC? Cile does! We literally celebrated Cile's 29th at the Lexington subway station. After a whole day of walking around NYC, taking a 4-hour nap and dinner at Gray's Papaya, we had frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity and walked to the subway station just when midnight hit.
It has truly been one serendipitous experience after another these past few months. Taking part in relatively unplanned excursions often produces excitement. But for a few of us, this time in our lives has occupied our minds with much more pressing matters, often taking precedence over the anticipation we have the right to feel before a vacation. Yet we're all here now, leaving worries and such behind if only for a week or so. A fortunate accident this experience has really been.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
arthritis that is caused from blunt, penetrating, or repeated trauma or from forced inappropriate motion of a joint or ligament
Eeeeks, who gets arthritis (any form!) at age 29? I called in sick today to head to the doctor so I could get clued in to this pain I've been feeling for the last week. All this time I thought it was my ankle. Goes to show you how ignorant I am to all that is medical and such. I should've known it was my joint, considering where I put that heating pad/ice pack to help me out. It hurts right where my leg meets my foot.
Anyhow, I just have to stay off of it as much as I can; take my meds for as long as I need to. I think I need something stronger...vicodin? No? Anyone? Hahaha...
Ok, gotta go. Best Man is on! Hahaha! If you've seen the movie, you'll get why Cile said that one day I'm going to publish a book and just reveal all these secrets I know about everyone. I don't really think I know much more than anyone else does, but you never know. That would be hilarious huh? Hmm, I'm blabbing. Must be the meds...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
constant; habitual; inveterate; continuing a long time or recurring frequently
Synonyms include: constant, continual, re-curring
So, the pain is back. My right ankle started hurting again last week, and it was swollen a noticeable bit. Walking became an uncomfortable task, getting up and down stairs felt worse, and driving to and from work - whack as hell. I can't remember hurting myself in the last few weeks, although I have been going to the gym again lately. Goodness knows what THAT can do. I guess I'm supposed to wear a brace even when it DOESN'T hurt? Right. Good suggestion, Rochelle! I'm dumb.
The last time this happened, I had some x-rays done right, before we left for Europe. Knowing how much walking we'd be doing, I feared I'd be a weary traveler if I didn't get it checked and remedied. Fortunately, my doctor found nothing wrong (no sprain, fracture, etc. She said if I had any of that, I wouldn't even be able to stand) and prescribed some awesome meds that put everything back to normal, just in time for me to prance all over Switzerland and Italy for 2 weeks.
But it's back, and after much research (and Riann's suggestion that I might just have a weak ankle..."You have weak ankles." - Sparky Pilastri on Bring It On ), I found that I might have what's called "Chronic Lateral Ankle Pain," which is described by the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons as a "recurring or persistent (chronic) pain on the outer (lateral) side of the ankle" which apparently often develops after an injury such as a sprained ankle. All the symptoms listed are familiar, but I can't remember the last time I really sprained my ankle.
The FIRST time I hurt it was in the 8th grade. We were practicing tinikling, which we were going to perform at school, and I slipped on one of the bamboo sticks and IT HURT LIKE WOW. I remember Iya was my temporary replacement and she was like, "please get better!! I don't wanna dance!!!" hahaha! But that was like 15 years ago (waaaaaaa!!). Hmmm, oh well, this prevacid/naproxyn combo pack is doing wonders, as is the salonpas. hahahaha! Hope it heals before NYC...I can't wait!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
charmingly simple or rustic; simple and carefree;excellent and delightful in all respects
Synonyms include: charming, comfortable, ideal, peaceful, simple
Joe and Riann...I love you guys! Apart, you each bring friendship to a new level of understanding and care. Together, you're a model of how true love does not have to be announced with a blare of trumpets or a chorus of angels. It is, rather, showcased through exceptional communication, hours of laughter and a few songs sung through the magic of karaoke.
You both deserve all the happiness that you've received, and all the joy that has yet to come.
Friday, April 06, 2007
the act or fact of clearing away or out, as anything undesirable; relief or deliverance from something
Synonyms include: disposal, clearance, removal, sacrifice
If I had a dollar for every time someone has asked, suggested or insisted that I watch The Holiday, I think I could've had a mighty satisfying visit to J.Crew or Banana Republic by now. Whether someone said they fell in love with Jude Law, or was surprised at Jack Black's romantic role, or was enchanted by the charming elderly gentleman in the film, one opinion remained universal - it was touching. Touching? Oh geez, I thought, is this movie going to make me cry, make me think? And so it did...
I have a cycle...I have many cycles; all which involve me going from one extreme on the emotio-meter to the other when it comes to matters which I find quite easy to disregard, but become most difficult to ignore once I acknowledge it. I feel less than myself one minute, unable to think sensibly or act confidently, and then I get some sense knocked into me somehow and I find myself in that This is B.S., I'm too good to be feeling this way stage. I love that stage. It's where I seem to laugh the most because it's where I feel the most myself.
These characters in The Holiday seem to want to be at that stage too, because for whatever reason, they found themselves in situations that left them feeling fragmented; yet figuring a way to fix it seemed impossible because they kept doing the same things that broke them in the first place. Jack Black's character asks, "Why am I attracted to a person I know isn’t good?" And Kate Winslet's character sums up the answer in a most poignant monologue:
Because you’re hoping you’re wrong, and every time she does something that tells you she’s no good, you ignore it, and every time she comes through and surprises you she wins you over and you lose that argument with yourself that she’s not for you.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it could actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong, or how you could’ve misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long “all that” may be, you’ll go somewhere new and you’ll meet people who’ll make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.
I know that I've made many testaments on this blog; many hopeful epiphanies catalyzed by overcoming some sort of troublespot in life, only to be followed by a desperate cry for help shortly after. But I realize that you can't always wait for those revelations to precipitate before you get moving on. Sometimes the way out isn't so much going through or overcoming something, as much as it is just about consciously cutting your losses, clearing out your thoughts and emptying your system of this blight altogether. The challenge is knowing when to stick it out and get through it, and when to walk to away.