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July 14th, 2009 Do you hate yourself? Then give up sugar. It’s been since Saturday, and I feel soooo gross. Headache, stomachache & a case of the Raging Bitch. The good side? I have lost 1.6 lbs. The bad part? I am miserable. Everyone says that the first two weeks are the worst, so I am holding on. Did I mention we decided to give up dairy, too? Like I said, I reaalllyyyy July 13th, 2009 Summertime has a certain smell to me. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning, if the window is open, I can smell the concrete baking in the early morning sun, and as a little girl, it smelled like the end of school, the start of freedom and sidewalk chalk and popsicles. And summer camp. I was going into seventh grade the first time I went to camp. July 13th, 2009 *How cute is this? I need this print. Like, yesterday. The next time I have an extra $20? I’ll be ordering this to hang above my desk. I even have a vintage typewriter it’ll look adorable with. *Andrew and I sat up laughing hysterically at Emails From An Asshole last night. It’s a collection of emails that a guy wrote in reply to classified ads. The replies are ridiculous July 12th, 2009 Well, well, well. You all seem to think I’m much more exciting than I am. Just to set the record straight: I’m not moving. I’m DEFINITELY not pregnant. And I promise you’re going to be wholly disappointed in this post. A few weeks ago, Moose wrote about reading the book Potatoes Not Prozac and as she wrote more and more about it, and we had an email or two about July 11th, 2009 Every day – together with the sun – God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day we try to pretend that we don’t realize that moment, that it doesn’t exist, that today is just the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if you pay attention, you can discover the magic instant. It may July 10th, 2009 Today’s my Dad’s birthday! I don’t even know how to start a post about my Dad, other than to say that he’s the best dad ever. Seriously! My Dad is one of my favorite people, and I feel so lucky to have him has a father. My dad has always believed in me. As a kid, I expressed an interest in space, and he encouraged that interest. He always told July 10th, 2009 I am finally home, back to my apartment and life, and I am so glad. I had an amazing trip, but thankfully, I’m pretty thrilled with my life right now, so I’m equally glad to be back. Getting home itself was quite the ordeal. My brother and his girlfriend came to pick us up in my car, and got a flat about a mile from the airport. I didn’t have July 9th, 2009 We spent a morning at Lincoln Memorial Gardens… A bench at the Lincoln Memorial Gardens—so true, isn’t it? A close-up of Abe Lincoln’s signature, carved into every bench in the gardens. I was so captivated by the Queen Anne’s Lace, and love the black-eyed susan hangin’ out at the bottom! Don’t you just want to run through this field, like some Taylor Swift song or something?! July 8th, 2009 I realize this is probably going to be considered sacrilegious to my native California friends, but I would like to propose that California make a trade: get rid of In-N-Out and substitute it for Jimmy John’s. If you’ve never had Jimmy John’s, they’re a sandwich company that makes the best freaking sandwiches in the world. The bread is to die for, the meat and cheese are always good, and July 8th, 2009 Aaaaah, vacation. I can hardly believe that it’s nearly time for us to return home. And while part of me is ready to get back to my parents, my cat, my tiny apartment and my life, there is a little bit of sadness. It’s been such a nice trip, filled with time in the water, time in the boat, yummy meals, time with Andrew’s family…it’s been lovely. I do |
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