November 29th, 2009

Friday Night.

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November 28th, 2009
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Gasp.

The Day I had Planned

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  • Rise n’ shine at 9am 
  • Gym: Run 10k
  • Go to Forever 21 to buy a birthday dress
  • One-Of-A-Kind Art Show
  • King Tut at the AGO
  • Clean my room
  • Clean my washroom
  • Eat healthy.
  • Be Awesome.

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The Day I Had:
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  • I got out of bed at 2pm
  • I took advil
  • I went back to bed
  • I realized it wasn’t my bed
  • But The Ex-Crush’s Bed
  • I made The Ex-Crush go get me subway
  • I tried to eat said subway
  • I napped
  • I was not awesome, but instead a waste of life

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You: “Wait, what? Didn’t you go on a date with Gym Guy last night? But you woke up with The Crush… am I missing something? I’m confused.”

Me:Oh God, there’s no way to sugar coat my night; it was ridic. Actually. 

I met Gym Guy last night for what I thought was dinner and drinks; wrong.  It was only drinks, and because I’m a tool and hate eating alone and in front of guys, I couldn’t bring myself to order food, especially when he wasn’t eating… that’s all important because… well… it directly correlated with me getting too drunk for my own good.  

Anywho, the date itself was actually pretty good. Lots of conversation, no dead spots, but I could tell he liked me way more than I liked him.  He admired my heels, (major points), but also kept ordering me pints when I told him 3 was my max (I was on an empty stomach (see above) and was already feeling tipsy), but he kept ordering them (lost major points), he also DIDN’T EVEN OFFER TO PAY, so I was stuck with the $60 tab (lots, and lots of points lost here - at least offer!).  We made out. I was drunk. He texted me. I didn’t answer. I feel bad.

After the date (11ish) I met up with all my guy friends at the local pub where pitchers were flowing, hence I ended up at The Ex-Crush’s place. We made out. (yes, yes this would be the 2nd guy in the same night, don’t look at me, I’m embarressed).  I didn’t sleep with The Ex-Crush, we just canoodled but I’m pleased to report, besides being friends, I felt no romatic-connection with him.

So yes, that brings you up to date on my apparently scandalous? life.  I’m seeing New Moon tonight with The Ex-Crush and my BFF and her guy (who is The Ex-Crush’s housemate)… it’s not a double date. Nope, just a couple and their besties, at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

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November 27th, 2009
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So…

I have a date in 28 minutes with Gym Boy.  I’m nervous. That is all.

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November 27th, 2009
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$22.80, Forever 21
Can we say Birthday Party Dress? Yes? Yes. Excellent.

$22.80, Forever 21

Can we say Birthday Party Dress? Yes? Yes. Excellent.

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November 27th, 2009
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bowlingalleylawyer:

I adore this show.

and it is coming back for season 2 on Jan 2nd!

Instant re-blog because YES, Being Erica is AMAZING! As you know, Canada is in the future, hence season two is already half way through up here in tundra-land, and? It’s SOOO GOOOD.

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November 27th, 2009
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This is me RIGHT NOW. I am sitting at my desk typing this in that black top (with cuff-lings, boo yea! Because I’m a baller) and brown (hush up, it’s Friday fashion rules don’t count) pants, with terribly chipped pink nails (I know, I’m sooo professional).
Anywho, the point of this rad photo taken from my crackberry?
MY FIST FITS INTO MY PANTS.
These pants did not fit me 1 year ago, yet I still wore them.   I refused to buy bigger pants, as that would be admitting I had gained weight, and good God I thought I hadn’t! (I was sitting at 200 pounds) 
The pants were so tight on me I would often go to the washroom to check my love handles for blood (yes, they were that tight).  i remember waking up one Saturday and you could still see the red lines on my stomach.  I would also always wear long tops to work, so I could unbutton the top hole while sitting at my desk to let the fat loose.
My oh my, it’s amazing what a year can do.

This is me RIGHT NOW. I am sitting at my desk typing this in that black top (with cuff-lings, boo yea! Because I’m a baller) and brown (hush up, it’s Friday fashion rules don’t count) pants, with terribly chipped pink nails (I know, I’m sooo professional).

Anywho, the point of this rad photo taken from my crackberry?

MY FIST FITS INTO MY PANTS.

These pants did not fit me 1 year ago, yet I still wore them.   I refused to buy bigger pants, as that would be admitting I had gained weight, and good God I thought I hadn’t! (I was sitting at 200 pounds) 

The pants were so tight on me I would often go to the washroom to check my love handles for blood (yes, they were that tight).  i remember waking up one Saturday and you could still see the red lines on my stomach.  I would also always wear long tops to work, so I could unbutton the top hole while sitting at my desk to let the fat loose.

My oh my, it’s amazing what a year can do.

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November 26th, 2009
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The below is from one of my absolute favourite blogs, I’m Erika: Refreshingly Honest - seriously she’s awesome. Start reading.  I want, nay need, this to be my mentality SO BADLY.   The Goal: To be able to co-sign this within my 25th year.

"Guys should chase after girls, not the other way around. Yes, you could argue that men like to be hit on, but showing interest vs. fawning over a man like a puppy dog to a cheese biscuit has never been deemed cute.

It’s not that I believe we’re in the 1950s or anything (although sometimes I swear I wish it could be like it was back then…) but I firmly believe that if a guy likes you, he will be with you. It is that easy.

There won’t be mixed signals, there won’t be excuses (trust me, girls, EVERYONE has heard the “well, maybe he’s shy,” “he just got over a break-up,” “maybe he’s scared to commit,” “he wants to take things slow,” “[insert another stereotypical excuse here]“). If a guy likes you, he will be with you and no excuse in the planet will get in his way.

Let me repeat that because I want to make sure you all get it: IF A  GUY LIKES YOU, HE WILL BE WITH YOU.

We need to stop feeding ourselves excuses. It’s not right. Yes, we can still pine over the guy even if he doesn’t chase after us–but we pine over them in the privacy of our own bedroom, with the two men in our lives who will NEVER let us down, Ben and Jerry.

It’s not that we don’t want to chase after these guys. Of course we want to. Fuck, it hurts that they don’t want to be with us!

BUT if a man can’t recognize how absolutely fabulous I am…well then, that’s a man who is obviously not smart enough to be with me.”

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November 26th, 2009
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I woke up this morning with a sick feeling in my stomach; something was off, but, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why.  Literally, I lay there and thought really hard about everything, but still couldn’t remember what happened. Finally, it hit me, oh righhhhtttt, I got stood up last night.

Well folks, shit happens. 

I lived, and my God, I learnt. That Boy is done like dinner, I am so over it, I am so over him.  I rolled out of bed and curled my hair, slipped on (because fuck yes, it’s slightly big on me) my black, high waisted skirt, and new, high Tory Burch heels, I put effort into my make up and wore my favourite earrings.  I’m not going to lie and say I’m not still upset/annoyed/frustrated, but I made the executive decision this morning that a) I’m so much better than him. Actually. And b) fuckers going to regret this one day (fine, I know b) isn’t a healthy point of view, but really he’s going to).

I bought myself a non-fat, grande, gingerbread latte from Starbizzle this morning, my absolute favourite drink ever (God bless Starbuck’s Christmas menu) and plan on having a super, healthy, fabulous, eating day followed by 2 hours at the gym tonight. GOD DAMN, I’m not going to waste November 26, 2009, today is my day.

Oh and in other news HAPPY THANKSGIVING YOU AMERICAN FOLKS, YOU. I? am jealous. Now get back to the turkey and pumpkin pie y’all.

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November 25th, 2009
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when life throws you curve balls. eat ice-cream.

Fuck. I can say that right? This is my blog, this is where I can write whatever I want. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK.

The worst part about all this? I wanted to eat, nay I did eat, yet at the same time I wanted to be skinny more than ever, I wanted to be skinny, and beautiful, and make him regret it, make him see he was wrong. 

As I put food in my mouth, tears came to my eyes thinking about how I wanted to lose weight, how I needed to lose weight.

I blamed my weight.

I’m blaming my weight.

It is my weight.

I’m sure of it.

It’s always my weight.

It’s simple; No body likes a fat girl. It doesn’t matter how funny, how beautiful, how nice… it doesn’t.

My weight defines me. It is me.

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November 25th, 2009
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So….

I got stood up tonight. I don’t even know…

I’m more angry/upset with myself than anything. A) What is wrong with me? and B) WHY DO I CHOOSE THE WRONG GUYS?!?

The worst part? The thought of typing it out on this blog, and seeing this post sit above my previous post. AY-OY I got burnt by the world today.

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