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| to theadventuresofsheeshee.blogspot.com.
see you there.
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| I'm going to visit my little bro for his graduation at emory this may. aww little guy...you're all growns up!
i know chris misses me a lot and can't wait to introduce me to all his friends, according to our latest gchat convo:
chris: thsi is the first time you've visited since u dropped me off chris: i told all my friends about u chris: that u were really icy and that u have a serpent like tongue
then we launched into a convo about how he would've been an awesome breakdancer if it weren't for me, how i apparently told him "ur arms and legs r too long and skinny for breakdancing," how this made him feel demoralized and disempowered. chris, i am sorry for crushing your dreams and destroying your breakdancing career.
speaking of crushed dreams and destroyed careers... i can't believe AJ is out. i think he swung his arms above his head too much, and with too much enthuasiasm.
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| I recently felt the urge to post, and i think i know the source of my inspiration. it wasn't from catching a beautiful sunset, nor from experiencing a traumatic break-up, nor from watching with horror as Paul Kim sang "guilty feet have got no rhythm" while swaying from side to side, barefoot, eyes closed and saxophone blaring, and then watching him get humiliated by Simon Cowell and eventually voted off the show. racist Americans! you know you loved the barefoot stunt!
 
Ok ok, Paul Kim sucked. but what i really wanted to talk about was my weird personal trainer at 24 hr fitness. yeah yeah i joined the gym, i have a personal trainer, etc. i am on a fitness kick that has lasted over a month now, and i am wondering when this high will wear off. i was thinking of writing all about my adventures at the gym and calling it "The Apex Chronicles: One Young Woman's Journey" or "The Long Road: One Woman's Battle Against Her Trainer." so my trainer (let's call him "W.") kept calling me to schedule my first appointment with him. he called several times a day and even resorted to texting me: "Hi Steff this is W. and I was wondering if you could come on Friday night as well as next Thurs." I didn't know what to do so I just texted him back. it felt weird having a texting exchange with my trainer.
then i met with W. for the first time. he gave me a meal plan that consisted of a bunch of Apex bars, shakes, and "cookies." I put "cookies" in "quotes" because they are not like you would expect cookies to taste. they taste like the soles of my running shoes. aside from the meal plan, he took some measurements, scheduled our next appointment, and that was about it.
so then i called W. yesterday to reschedule my appointment. i used the number that he used to text me from last week. it immediately went to voicemail, and the greeting message was my trainer singing
Make up, and break up
That's all we do
Then we have sex, next thing you know
Everything is cool
Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy
and that was it. i thought i got the wrong number so i hung up and redialed..but it was his number. i felt weird leaving a message. it's not like i could pretend i didn't hear what he said, since he was singing it pretty loudly right into the phone. needless to say i'm pretty excited for my next session with "W."
going back to the Idol topic... I did not watch tonight's show, but judging from last week's dabacle, I hope that Sundance finally gets cut.
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| yesterday i walked past a hasidic jew on 18th street. he was carrying a black mesh tote bag filled with bananas. | | |
| am at Ritual, catching up with good friends, drinking coffee, pretending to do work.
they are playing one of my favorite albums ever. i don't think it gets
much better than this.
so my boss's ringtone on his cell phone is the sound of a rooster going
"cockadoodle-do!" it actually sounds like a real rooster. who willfully
chooses that kind of ringtone????? the sound of his dumb ringtone may
be the straw that breaks the camel's back. i can only think of
one ringtone more ridiculous. one of my coworkers in london had a
ringtone that started out with snazzy lounge music, and then this woman
would go "riiiiiiiiiing.... riiiiiiing" in a sultry, jazzy voice. i
never actually heard it but i heard from my friend that the guy didn't
even think it was funny or strange at all.. what a weirdo.
so a lot has happened in the past few weeks. i went to london and got
my bag stolen - AGAIN. this time by a burglar who came into my room in
the middle of the night. that was a pretty awesome start to my trip, as
it gave me the opportunity to tour the US Embassy and revisit my
friends at the Fulham police station. good times. but london was
actually a really great time and i miss everybody there a whole lot.
since being back it's been quite an "interesting" time. when ppl tell
me something and i reply "oh, how interesting" it usually means i am a
crappy conversationalist and can't think of a better way to respond.
but in this case, i really want to say that it's been interesting. or
as Big Chris says, it's been emotional. but as it has never been the
purpose of this xanga to discuss anything actually meaningful, i will
leave it at that, and just say that now my parents can no longer
complain that their daughter must have leprosy or some other
disfiguring disease.
yes...it has been rainbows and butterflies and daisies and giant floating shee shees. who would've guessed?
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