Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

Too tired to post and I screwed up NaBloPoMo anyway. So I’m not even going to try to adjust the date because it’s 3:45 a.m., which technically makes it Thursday. I had a super productive day today and a super productive class. Then I went to see the band formally known as My So-Called Friend play in Faneuil Hall (Shanghai Thrills now…check ‘em out). Got home late and proceeded to talk to Chelsee on the phone for 2 hours. Despite the fact that we were at the show together. God only knows what we talk about but we never really run out of things to say. She’s the one who has to get up for work in the morning…I can afford to sleep in a bit. Though I shouldn’t. My work is getting a bit out of control at the moment.

I said I was too tired to post and then I did anyway. Ehhh. Bed.

I went to the eye doctor today and basically my biggest nightmare came true. (OK, not really…I mean, I could be blind or something…or have cataracts. or glaucoma. or some other awful eye disease. but still). Not only have my eyes gotten worse since last year, but I now need a different prescription for each eye. Ughhh seriously? I’m not quite sure how this is going to work considering I am extremely irresponsible when it comes to wearing my contact lenses. Meaning, I wear them far longer than I’m supposed to (as in like 20 hours a day…and more than the recommended two weeks per pair). I don’t clean them as well as I should. I sometimes sleep in them (I know. Horrible. But sometimes you just don’t have a choice. Ya know). I’m pretty much an atrocious mess. So now I have to add one more thing to the mix: Making certain I keep the left lens in the L side of the case and the right lens in the R side of the case. The last thing I need is more complication in my life. On the plus side, I have an amazing talent for taking my contacts out properly when I come home ridiculously drunk at night. Now we will see just how good my talent is. My mom laughed when I complained to her about wearing 2 different lenses and said she’s been doing it all her life. Me, my mom, and my sister are all worse in our left eyes…we wonder if it’s hereditary.

I don’t enjoy the eye doctor in general because I am very sensitive with my eyes. The obnoxious puffs of air are bad enough but today the lady put numbing solution in them and I honestly couldn’t stop crying. I do really bad with eye charts because I psych myself out, memorize lines, and basically go crazy trying to give the “right” answer. I freak out that my eyes are getting worse and the doctor has to calm me down. But honestly, it’s seriously scary that I’m 25 and have such poor vision. I always think about how screwed I (and a lot of us) would be without technology. What if nobody invented glasses?? Half of us wouldn’t even be able to leave the house.

There’s nothing I want more than Lasik eye surgery, but your eyes have to be at the same prescription for 2 years or something before you can get it. Soo clearly I am a long way off. I hate hate hate glasses and just realized that I don’t think a picture even exists of me wearing mine. Because I suck in them. I actually have super cute Dolce ones that my mom got me because I promised I’d wear them…and I do…when I’m alone in my apartment. I wish I had a cute glasses face, but I do not.

On a positive note, I can see fabulously with my brand new contacts. To be honest, my vision is not that horrible; could be a lot worse. I just am really sensitive about it and the fact that it gets worse every single year Woe is me.

There are 42 shopping days left until Christmas and my mom has officially set off the panic in me. She actually has been attempting to do this to since late September when she informed me that she needed my Christmas list right away. Umm, but my birthday just ended, I tried to explain. But she didn’t care, she needed it immediately. So after another week of pestering me, she placed a pen in my hand and a pad of paper in front of me and demanded I write it. Two weeks later she informed she had completed her Christmas shopping.

A few nights ago she asked me if I had gotten my sister’s present yet. Ummm no. I always get her pajamas from Victoria’s Secret, but I haven’t picked them out yet. And I have no clue what else I’m getting her. My mom said, “Well, I guess you’re not planning on giving them to her when she comes home next week.”
I know my sister won’t be home for Christmas this year, but I kind of assumed I would just mail her gifts, not give them to her at Thanksgiving.
“Are you going to have her presents sent directly to her?” my mom asked.
I said no, that I woud have them sent to me first so I could wrap them together and then mail them to her.
“Wow, you better hurry then!” she told me.
“Mom, it’s still early November,” I tried to remind her.
“Yeah, but you don’t understand how the mail is this time of year,” she reminded me. Fine.

I called her last night and she didn’t answer. A few minutes later she called me back saying “Sorry I didn’t answer. My phone was in the kitchen and I was in the dining room.” I asked her what she was doing in the dining room as we don’t hang out in there very much.
“Oh, I’m just getting the dining room table ready.”
“Umm for Thanksgiving?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Getting it ready as in setting it?”
“Noo, there’s just a lot to be done; I’m getting it ready.”
OK. I have no idea how you get a table ready for a dinner besides setting it, and I’m still unclear as to why that has to be done 11 days before said holiday, but oh well.

At least someone is on top of these things…

On a side note, I kind of think I asked for a lot for Christmas, but I was put under such intense pressure that I just wrote down everything that came to my mind. I really hope I get my white North Face Denali fleece though all of my friends have already told me how stupid and impractical it is. My pink one has been bad enough…But I don’t care; I still want it.

Also hope to get my new iPod. My mom was nice enough to let me borrow hers since mine died…but it’s getting a little old having my own music mixed in with Rod Stewart and Andrea Bocelli.

Today is basically one of the best days of my life because Panera in Coolidge Corner is finally open!! (OK, I know I’m being overly dramatic, but I love that place. And yes, I know it would have been better if a nice independent opened in CC, but seriously, if it has to be a chain, then Panera is the best possible option.) I still remember the day I first heard the news we were getting a Panera and I flipped out. So I obviously went there for dinner tonight. It’s adorable, has outdoor seating (which people were actually utilizing in this 40 degree weather), a fireplace (which I chose to utilize in the 40 degree weather), and free WiFi. Umm so I’m basically moving in. And probably getting really fat in the process.

Also, last night at Match I had the best martini everrr. It was butterscotch and pretty much tasted like candy. Nina’s appletini, on the other hand, had a cucumber in it and tasted like cucumber water.

Friday night at the Celtics game was soo much fun. I’ve never in my life been a basketball fan but might be turning into one. And it’s not just because the Celts are doing amazingly well so far this year (which umm they are- the only undefeated team in the NBA!); it’s just because I never went to any games before and didn’t realize how fun they are. My family has never been big into bball and to be honest, I could never watch it on TV because I despise the sound the sneakers make on the floor. But when you’re at the Garden, you can barely hear them! Still hate Lucky though. Terry Francona was at the game on Friday and actually went on the court and allowed Lucky to jump and do a slam dunk over him. Thank you to Shelley and Minnesota for Kevin Garnett

In other news, my uncle was featured in this month’s Boston Magazine for being the top orthopedic surgeon in Boston. Yesss. Love him! Nobody works harder or deserves the honor more than he does.

I am a shampoo whore and literally have dozens of different kinds, scents, etc. There’s nothing that makes me happier than trying to decide what kind of shampoo I want to use every morning (the same goes for body wash, perfume, lip gloss, etc…OK I am just a product whore really, and a marketer’s dream). As I’ve mentioned before, it really does not take much to make me happy. Clearly. My favorite shampoo depends on what kind of day you ask me, but I am currently obsessed with Matrix’s Sleek.Look and Bed Head’s Self Absorbed (smells amazingg) and Dumb Blonde. Lucky for me, I have a friend who gets major beauty product discounts so I can stock up on salon-quality products (including nail polish and hair straighteners yayy) whenever I want.

I’ve always been a huge fan of Victoria’s Secret So Sexy shampoo because it makes my hair soo smooth and smells fabulous. But lately, every time I use it, I make myself seriously sick. I’ll just be walking along minding my own business and I’ll catch a big, overpowering whiff of my hair and feel totally nauseous. This is probably not a good thing, but I continue to use it because after a few hours, the smell fades and it smells so yummy and makes my hair feel so nice. But sometimes I feel like that obnoxious woman who wears way too much perfume and gets on the T on a hot day (FYI, I get seriously sick if I smell someone wearing Angel perfume from across the train every single time. Ughhh. Hate it).

I was at my friend’s house last weekend and we discovered that his roommate had just bought Herbal Essences “Drama Clean” shampoo. I’m not quite sure why, out of all the shampoos in the drugstore, a man would choose one called “Drama Clean,” but I have to say that it did smell deliciously of watermelon and I think I might need to purchase some for myself in the near future.

Don’t even get me started on Philosophy’s body washes and products. Cinnamon buns is to die for. Eggnog is to die for. And I’m really hoping for coconut frosting, frozen lemon custard, sugar cookie, and mint chocolate chip ice cream for Christmas. Why I want to smell like a giant dessert, I have no idea. But I do. Yum.