I already miss you all the time....

Ugh! Here I am worrying about a Piccard when my Petri was in the hospital! He was attacked by a dog. As if I didn't dislike dogs enough before now I fucking hate them.

I was over at 1537.. hanging out with the cats.. baking some cookies.

See. Cats:


Cookies:
Anyways, so I'm hanging out. Baking. Petting cats.. probably talking to Stewie about all of my troubles and my mom calls and tells me my Peach might have to be put to sleep. So I cry for an hour and say goodbye to Stew and Monster because I feel guilty hanging out with them knowing my baby is alone in some emergency vet in Alabama. Luckily, he is okay now. He's on some meds and is resting at my mother's and I am happy again.

I would be happier if I walked into my room every day and he was laying on my bed like he used to. One day... I think I will move to Birmingham or Atlanta by this time next year and Petri will be all mine again.

Also. Here is my updated room. I got my dresser and desk and stuff but I still need more things. I need money for more things. I'm arranging a cozy nook by dresser, that you can't see here, to be my floor cushion and mirror area to do my makeup and hair.

où est mon piccard?

My last post seemed so optimistic... and things are okay. Nothing has changed (seriously- the bags of puke are still on my porch) but goddamn I wish things were better than okay for once. I regret almost everything I've done since I came back here and I'm tired of dwelling on it. I let someone make me feel like a fool once again and then I made someone who didn't deserve it, feel the same way I do. I avoid dating because the best dudes always like me and I know that I won't let myself be what they want. In an effort to avoid leading people on or making someone bummed out I do exactly what I don't want to. My brain is seriously fucked up.

"I like you but I don't want to make you sad so kiss me and then I'll leave you alone forever."

That scenario has unfortunately been played out several times in my life and I wish I had done things differently. I wish I could let myself feel anything for anyone but I can't right now.

So I'm trying to learn French. I'm going to be taking lessons from a nice French man in Cambridge.

Ideally, I'd like to become so fluent that I only speak in French and eventually forget how to properly converse in English but I'll probably be lucky to even learn basic conversation in French. I can dream.

Nobody cares. I know. I don't care either.

Oh, I am buying this dress:


and I will probably wear it every day until it falls apart. I want it in black but I am getting it in white because I wear black every day and this old woman at the store thinks I am in mourning... and I kind of am.

Take your memories, I don't need em....

I am beginning to hate the warm days here because they are always followed by a snow day.

This is my new street covered in snow. Washington Square is soso cute. Not to mention soso convenient. Sushi and chinese food across the street. 7-11, coffee shops, banks and the t-stop are just around the corner. No more buses!!!


This is the aftermath of Sunday Funday.


Two bags of my own vomit sitting on the little porch off of my bedroom. I need someone to remind me not to drink that cheap wine from Trader Joe's like it is water ever again.

This is baby Stew. The best cat ever. I think he is the cat version of myself. I miss living at 1537 because I miss him sleeping in a box in my room all day.



This is me being drunk with Opi... my roommate Maura's little dog. He loves America and likes to prove it by shitting in Josh's room while wearing an American flag hoody.


All of these photos were taken with my new big girl phone. I got a pink Blackberry Curve! I barely know how to use it... but add me on BBM! pin : 31EF10B0.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

I think I've moved more times than I've washed my clothes since I moved to Boston. I wish I was kidding. This better not become a routine. It is expensive and tiring and I really don't have time for it.

This is my new room so far:


It is so big!

I've still got stuff to bring over and I am waiting for my dresser and desk to be delivered. The next thing I need to buy is a tv with a dvd player so I can set up Netflix again and go back to never leaving my room because I'm busy watching one too many romantic comedies.

Things in my life keep changing. New apartments, new people, new jobs. New lots of things. Same old Susan. Although old and familiar is much more appealing I am trying so hard to invite new things into my life.

Question: I collect postcards (feel free to send me some) and I need a cool way to display them in my bedroom. Any ideas?

Why did I wake up at 6:30?

Yesterday's weather got me totally amped on the approaching summer. I think 55 might be the perfect temperature. I didn't even need a jacket.

I'm definitely looking forward to this summer, cause me and Kenny are gonna go to Costa Rica- the relaxing beachy area of Costa Rica. Definitely not the hiking, getting dirty and staying in hostels part. I'm gonna lay in the sand with drinks in hand wearing something that looks like this:


while Kenny runs around the beaches with virgin daiquiris trying to pick up babes in something that looks like this:


and then we are gonna ride jet skis into a waterfall.

I am already looking for a big black floppy hat to wear.

Although I am looking forward to this summer I doubt anything will beat last summer. I'll miss going to Birmingham every weekend and seeing dollar movies and having snobiz and finding random places to swim and swimming in lakes in my undies with naked boys and staying up way too late with Ana, talking about dumb boys who make us sad and cute boys who we want to kiss.

Also. Eagle's Deli in Cleveland Circle. Delicious. It sucks that I will be living so close to there because I can already feel myself gaining weight.

I'm really dead this time.....

Okay this isn't a funny story. My life is boring and nothing happens so I doubt I'll ever have funny stories to tell like I used to.

So check it, I found the best apartment. Its big and beautiful and clean.. its in Washington Square in Brookline. It is super convenient to both of my jobs and best of all it doesn't have stupid fucking sinks that look like this:


This sink is useless. Completely impractical. I love when night time rolls around and I need to wash my face and I have two options: freezing cold water or scalding hot water because THERE IS A FAUCET FOR EACH. I try combining the water in my hands but it is a wasted effort and I'd probably just go wash my face in the kitchen if the sink wasn't always full of gross dishes.

Also, check this cute little penguin cupcake out:



I am going to eat it.

P.S. I got a haircut and I look so fly.

Oops, I almost did it again....

Okay whatever. I got offered the job on a temporary basis. They said I left a very nice impression but they are worried about my readiness because the position has more responsibilities than I am used to. I'll give it a shot because I have no other options.

and if my roommates didn't hate me before I guess they do now. I'm on the hunt for a new place because I apparently make them miserable and I don't want to do that. It is weird that Sara is the one who is afraid of making me mad since I've never even been remotely upset with her but oh well. I am not going to stay in an apartment where I have to stress about bills and people being clean/responsible and I stress them out by being very up-front and insensitive with the problems I have here. It's whatever I guess. It sucks though because I think Sara and I work really well as friends.

It sucks that this is turning out like a livejournal. I won't post again until something funny/interesting happens so I can tell a story about it.