Recap and goals.

Ok here I go...

So after almost 6 months in New York here's the recap:

1. got hit by a van and 5 minutes later that bike I was on was stolen.

2. Had the worst possible job EVER .... suing old boss'

3. Mom visited, we shopped, we drank, we slept in a nice hotel.

4. Had 2 thanksgivings with my most favorite people in the world.

5. Met a really cute boy, he fed me too much whiskey at first.

6. Moved out of Bushwick...that apartment previously mentioned was a piece of crap with piece of crap roommates. New roommate is super great and I live in Fort Greene...which rules.

7. Didn't get to go home for christmas.

8. Decided to start training or preparing to train for a half marathon (with brooke, and hopefully Caitlin)

9. Decided to apply for Grad School....a MS in Package Design at Pratt ideally.

Ok.

Marathon (or "the Falcor") inspiration all came from Brooke. I knew I wanted to get in better shape this year, or well to at least take better care of my self this year and so running miles and miles is the way. Today is the off day, stretching, sit ups, push-ups only. Saturday Brooke and I went from her apartment in Greenpoint over the Williamsburg Bridge and back. Ran about 3 if not more of the 6.4 miles. Post run: Vinnie's Pizza for some cute pizza boys. -- The tortalini pizza was a winner along with the garlic bread ball nuts....or something.

But yes, in September the goal is the Chicago Half Marathon. A great, healthy goal I do believe. My mom says she doesn't think my feet can handle it...Thanks mom.

Waiting against the wall.

This is my friend Brooke. I met her in Italy in 2006.

Not into him,

but i just want to do it.

Moved in, officially. The truck of goodies has arrived.

The apt. is super neat and wonderful! Our walls are bear, we need color.


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About 6 months later....that apartment blew. I moved out.....

NOW my apartment is super neat along with my roommate... glorious!

9 hours of hell

This is going to be painful.

Riding away

bad timing

I meet people always with bad timing. Always.

I'm having an incredibly fun time. Making out is pretty fun, and kind of new (again) to me. I love making out. There isn't anything wrong with that at all.

I went to get my "no babies" pills at the Cabot Walgreens. I had only been spending 3 dollars on them each time because Walgreens thought I had insurance, now they know I don't. 60 dollars! shoot! damn.....damn. He kept asking me if i wanted them, of course I did, but I had to make a phone call. They got mad that I said "fuck" and told me to calm down or they were not going to give me my pills. I told them, "I don't want any fucking babies, give me the damn pills." To them, I was the spawn of Satan.

Harry Potter Blew.