New Year 2008 Glitter Graphics
so i just finished the new douglas coupland novel entitled "the gum thief" and it inspired me to get my ass back on here. i don't know if i'll have the time to keep it up, but i guess we'll play that by ear. there are 2 reasons that i stopped my blog. wanna know them? yes, you do. they were 1)my dear friend came over one night for one of our literary nerd rant/christian bale movie marathon sleepovers. and we were discussing something about her new job. she is working in publishing, and some blurb that she had written up was published. she said "it's not a huge deal, but i'm a published writer!" also, something about ugly betty. how she wanted to be a writer but instead became assistant numero uno at mode magazine. so i decided that i was putting all of my creative writer's energy into this blog. which was just pathetic. so i've been working on my stories. when i get a chance. which isn't too often since now i work so fucking late. 2)let's be balls out honest: my sister's wedding sent me into a spiraling depression. i blabbed and blogged about it so much, and the shit that transpired left me mortified and humbled and just not wanting to deal with anyone or anything that had anything to do w/it. including a fucking electronic diary. ask christina, or jen, or amy. it took me like a month to talk to them about it. anyway.
so here i am.
other than coupland, i guess i can thank my genetically cheesy love of new years for me trying to have a "fresh start." because every new year's i'm all over the "let's make new year's resolutions!" hype. i even found an old diary that listed me and andy's new year resolutions (they included recording an album together. what the FUCK is that??) i am so retarded.
the holidays are coming to an abrupt halt. i worked myself into a brutal sinus infection by staying up til 3 am every night the week prior to christmas, baking cookies and wrapping gifts like i was martha fucking stewart or some shit. i found this wonderful recipe for some cookie entitled "almond kisses" that required i "whip egg whites until they were stiff" until i read that, i was unaware that you could whip egg whites until they were stiff. but i did. i whipped the heck out of those egg whites. (right now, starla is on my iPod and i'm thinking of and missing therese!) anyway, so i whip the whites, add the ingredients all proud of myself for being so awesome. then something catches my eye as i add the 2nd of 2 cups of flour to the bowl. it said 2 fucking TEASPOONS of flour. obviously this was a big disaster. i threw the batch away. and andy felt bad for me bc it was 11 at night, and went out and bought me more almonds. and then i fucked them up again (too little flour. ended up as flat and wide as pancakes). and threw them again. i made them one last time, and they were like rocks (um. too much flour? i give up!). so much for new recipes and being paula deen.
ranting, ranting. where was i?
oh so yea, i baked my ass off. i made some edible cookies (these hazelnut crescents that are my favorite christmas cookies ever, home-made red and green peppermint patties, peanut balls that were too big and ugly but tasted good none-the-less, peppermint bark, mutant gingerbread men that juliet decorated to look like evil mutant gingerbread men, and sugar cookies with really nice juicy dressing). i had my in-laws over friday before, and even after they left, i continued to cook and bake! saturday we had a nice, christmassy dinner with mark and becky, but alas, here is where the tale turns dark...becky kept pouring me red wine, and it was really good chianti, so even tho i protested, she said "now you know how it feels...frat boy!" 3 bottles later (between mark and i) andy said my teeth were red, and all i know is that i spent sunday alternately puking my bile up, and cooking for the party i was having with my sisters, their husbands, my brother and parents...party comes and goes, all is nicey nicey. of course i couldn't even drink down one beer, and have a fridge full of christmassy sam adams.
then bam!
it's christmas eve!
blink.
then it's christmas day!
blink.
the day is gone in a blur of madness...my parents to open gifts, andy's parent's to open gifts, grandma bella's to open gifts, finally time to breath at grandmere's but then it's eating and drinking and opening MORE gifts and then it's santa time and omg, my uncle rick took over the tradition this year bc my grandfather "didn't feel like it" (Yes, i was a little ticked) and he was fucking HILARIOUS. juliet had a blast w/him. (then at the end he's like, "santa's gotta get back to brooklyn now!") we were DYING! then i pussed out and we bailed (it was early, like 7, but we had such a looooooong day). everyone was like, "why are you leaving?" i was exhausted. i was drained.
i didn't wake up the next day. i mean, i did. i got up, made juliet "grilled cheese with syrup" (a.k.a. french toast) and crashed for the rest of the day. soooo sick. i thought i was dying! sore throat, fever, sinuses like hammering nails in my face. i was supposed to hang out w/amanda, who was in for 3 minutes from los angeles, and had to bail, which SUCKED. but i just couldn't bear leave my bed.
and that was basically my vacation. sleeping, resting, taking medicine and vitamins and hoping that juliet's cough doesn't end up being pneumonia.
oh.
altho friday night i did manage to scrape myself off the couch and wash my face and throw on some clean clothes and go see my favorite band echo station play mercury lounge. lorene made this all the more worth it when she showed up with real, hardcore sudafed (the stuff from behind the counter!)and that really made me feel better. hanging out with lorene is always a fun treat, and it sucks that we really don't do it often (last time was november at studio b. echo station is basically my social life). jen came out to her first post-stephen j junior show so the echo wives were reunited, hurrah. there were a thousand people there to support and show love and celebrate the end of 2007 and so on so forth, and it was good times.
since then, i've been sleeping. cuz i'm still sick. now it's in my chest. and i cannot speak too well. and tomorrow is new year's eve. which means i'm not going to bed before midnight.
yes, i am concerned about this despite that it is nearly midnight right now. asshole.
so what are my new year's resolutions?
i don't know what to say. to keep my closet clean? (maybe to hire a maid to keep it so?) save $$? loose weight? buy a house? all these things i want despite it being a new year. but there is just something so fresh, so grade school, about it being a new year. (like the first cut into a fresh piece of construction paper...ahhhh).
so happy new year to whoever reads this blog. may it be filled with happiness, and may all your new year's resolutions come true. and drink a lot of champagne tomorrow night and think of me...
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