so here's a tiny update as to my birthday..
it wasn't spectacular.
this week (and it's only wednesday) has been intensely emotional, stressful, and any other vocab word synonymous with those. aside from the things i mentioned in the past few posts, theres been some family issues. anyhow, my birthday was...interesting.
i was way overtired. sore. and in need of a good nights sleep. instead, i ended up pushing myself to go out to the club (unshowered..yuck.) and ended up walking home no more than 15 minutes after i had gotten there.
in hopes of salvaging the last bits of my birthday i came home. sent the boy a few goodnight message and put on my favorite pj's. finally just about to drift off i hear rustle, rustle, rustle.
now, for those of you who know me. you know im scared of alot of ...creatures. and i have a wild imagination due to my extreme paranoia. so i thought i was just nuts. but still i hear rustle, rustle, rustle. in the garbage in my room. so i attempt to wake my roommate who is already deep into rem. she says "who cares. whatever it is won't hurt you."
by this point i'm convinced there's a mouse. so i move the trash to the center of the living room. turn on some music and shut my door in hopes of sleeping and forgetting this non sense...rustle..rustle..rustle..coming from the living room now. so it turns out i'm not paranoid. i bolt from bed hit all the lights examine the bag..
ZAM!! out comes a mouse scurries across the floor and hides inbetween my wall and the propped up red sox desk calendar i've yet to unwrap.
cue me crying, shaking, and jumping onto the kitchen table faster than you can sat ala kazaam...oh yeah and the most death curtling scream i'm sure this creature as ever encountered. needless to say, i spent half the night scared out of my mind on the ktichen table. and the other half plotting ways to get to my sandals and out the door in enough time before mousy comes out again. which resulted in me walking down the road at 3am in polka dotted pj's, flip flops, no bra, and 3 hours of sleep.
awesome way to end an awesome birthday..
now, i don't want to leave you all on a sarcastic, angry, badness note. so saturday evening there will be a party at my house..a movie theme party to be precise (dress like your favorite character or actor). you are all invited! so if you would like to come message me and ill message you some directions and my number incase you get lost. it's a byob type deal, though there will be beer for pong. hope to see you there!
xoxo,
cadence
it wasn't spectacular.
this week (and it's only wednesday) has been intensely emotional, stressful, and any other vocab word synonymous with those. aside from the things i mentioned in the past few posts, theres been some family issues. anyhow, my birthday was...interesting.
i was way overtired. sore. and in need of a good nights sleep. instead, i ended up pushing myself to go out to the club (unshowered..yuck.) and ended up walking home no more than 15 minutes after i had gotten there.
in hopes of salvaging the last bits of my birthday i came home. sent the boy a few goodnight message and put on my favorite pj's. finally just about to drift off i hear rustle, rustle, rustle.
now, for those of you who know me. you know im scared of alot of ...creatures. and i have a wild imagination due to my extreme paranoia. so i thought i was just nuts. but still i hear rustle, rustle, rustle. in the garbage in my room. so i attempt to wake my roommate who is already deep into rem. she says "who cares. whatever it is won't hurt you."
by this point i'm convinced there's a mouse. so i move the trash to the center of the living room. turn on some music and shut my door in hopes of sleeping and forgetting this non sense...rustle..rustle..rustle..coming from the living room now. so it turns out i'm not paranoid. i bolt from bed hit all the lights examine the bag..
ZAM!! out comes a mouse scurries across the floor and hides inbetween my wall and the propped up red sox desk calendar i've yet to unwrap.
cue me crying, shaking, and jumping onto the kitchen table faster than you can sat ala kazaam...oh yeah and the most death curtling scream i'm sure this creature as ever encountered. needless to say, i spent half the night scared out of my mind on the ktichen table. and the other half plotting ways to get to my sandals and out the door in enough time before mousy comes out again. which resulted in me walking down the road at 3am in polka dotted pj's, flip flops, no bra, and 3 hours of sleep.
awesome way to end an awesome birthday..
now, i don't want to leave you all on a sarcastic, angry, badness note. so saturday evening there will be a party at my house..a movie theme party to be precise (dress like your favorite character or actor). you are all invited! so if you would like to come message me and ill message you some directions and my number incase you get lost. it's a byob type deal, though there will be beer for pong. hope to see you there!
xoxo,
cadence
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Changes in neighborhoods are great to see, but it brings rising prices and generally ends up driving out the less fortunate. Look at the huge debate about Olneyville that's going on. I'm by the Armory, so not far away from there. All the artists are being driven out of the area. Fortunately, Pawtucket has welcomed them with open arms - and better rents. But if the bucket gets too popular, the same will happen there.
Enuf about that - make the birthday celebration last! Party all week. I did!