beautifulxalone

Whoo...it's the weekend! This week flew by and it kind of made me feel (even more) scatterbrained than I usually do. But two consecutive days off cannot be argued with.

THE SUN CAME OUT TODAY. This is huge news, because I don't think I've seen the sun in about 2 weeks. It's going to rain for the rest of the week though. Where is summer damnit!?

I made lasagna the other night for "family dinner" and it turned out absolutely delicious. My roommates and I take turns making dinner for the rest of the house every few weeks, and then we sit down at the table and have a "family dinner". It's wicked fun, and I love that we're like one big (usually) happy family. I didn't grow up in that kind of household so it's nice to have now. There is nothing more satisfying than sitting down with my roomies after cooking a nice dinner and having everyone tell you how much they love it. It makes me feel domesticated and productive, and like someday I'm going to make a very nice wife for someone. I don't feel that way often, so I try to hold onto it when I do.

delicious lasagna:



makes your mouth water doesn't it?

I also enlisted the help of my roommates with cooking, and apparently this is what happens instead:






silly bitches.

I also love waking up in the morning and stumbling into the kitchen to try and follow the smell of coffee, and see this on the fridge:




Not sure what my plans are for this weekend yet, but I hope that they include fun things. And lots of smiling and laughing...I feel like I need to be doing more of that lately. I also need to stop being lazy and get my ass in a nursing school for January. But I am seriously considering not living here (in Boston) after this lease is up (which isn't until next June). I don't want to commit to a school to only have to start over again if I decide to move. At this rate I'll be 40 before I even get a chance to take the NCLEX. I need to figure this shit out, but I am itching to get out of here. I'm not happy here. Yes, there are things that make me happy here, friends, the boy, whatnot...but I'm broke, and there are a lot of things that I just don't LOVE about this city...I want to LOVE where I live. I want to break out of the routine. Boston will not become another New Jersey to me.

Anyway.

I want these...SO FUCKING BAD.



I saw them in a mag the other day and nearly creamed my pants. And it's been awhile since I've had a nice solid pair of boots. They would probably look ridiculous on my wicked small and skinny narrow feet. But damnit, I will own them.

My lovely roommie and I have been painting the past few nights. I like our random art projects. She painted something very intricate and well thought out and I just kind of went with what felt right. I'm not the most artistic person, and I'd rather just doodle and scribble and then put some lyrics or quotes overtop of it...which is precisely what I did...but it was more about the act of it than it was the outcome.. It was nice to sit out on the porch, drink wine, smoke, and listen to music while painting. We got the canvases for wicked cheap, and I hope we continue to do shit like this. It's good to have another artistic outlet rather than just write pages and pages and pages of nonsensical bullshit in my journals. I've decided that I need to go thru them and throw out the ones that make no sense for me to keep. I don't know why I can't part with them. I should write a book. But no one would want to hear my stories. It'd be cool if they did, but they're no more interesting than the next chick's.

Sarah and I have been talking about going to Lollapalooza.. And now that she mentioned it, I REALLY want to go...I can't stop thinking about it...and I'm hoping I can get the money to go, and that we can find some place cheap to stay while there. It'd be an awesome time, and I'm desperate to get out of the city for a bit. I feel like I'm stuck. I really just wish I could live in some town by the ocean and work as a waitress in some small local bar while studying to become a Nurse. I would wake every morning and do yoga on the beach, and stop at the same coffee shop to get my morning coffee fix. The town wouldn't be so small that everyone knew what everyone else had for breakfast that morning, but it would be an intimate community. That would be nice.

Sometimes I think I'm not really sure if I'm a city girl or a suburbia chick. I like the best of both worlds. Home is where the heart is, and right now my heart lies in Boston with all of the wonderful people I share this city with. Weird.

This chick has an amazing voice.





xox.