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Location: Baltimore, Maryland, United States
Birthday: 5/16/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: writing poems & essays & short stories, reading, drinking diet coke, bringing a party everywhere i go, being the incendiary, taking pictures of myself, working pro-bono for the new jersey dept. of tourism
Expertise: wit, randomness, hotness, writing, starring in music videos, the meticulous care of red hair, laughing, staying ripped like jesus, driving a grey passat, being ukrainian
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Laryssa516
Member Since:
1/21/2004
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| Sitting on a couch in my empty house (where the hell did my brother go?!), I decided that maybe it's time to start updating again. On Saturday, I am returning to school with very mixed feelings, and I figure there's no better time to start writing than when you are about to leave the people you love the most (sounds dramatic, yeah). There's too much to say since the last time I updated, back in July. Some highlights include hosting a Mexican-themed dinner party for some of my friends, ending a kick-ass internship which taught me a ton and allowed me to form at least one great relationship, spending every free moment otherwise with Marc, and hitting up Wildwood with my family for the first time in at least 5 years. We just drove back from Wildwood on Monday, and I was actually rather tan, well-fed, and relaxed. Anyway, today will be spent packing and taking apart my carefully assembled bedroom decor for use in Maryland. I'll be sure to keep ya'll posted. | | |
| I apologize for the lack of updates (something for which I am always apologizing), but my writing efforts have been focused elsewhere for the time being. Let me fill you in on the week. I had a great 4th of July weekend: on Sunday, my family had a bbq here (the highlight, by far, being my grandma caressing Marc and lovingly referring to him as Adi, which is what my family members call my brother, Adrian); on Monday, I went to Point Pleasant with Marc, his sister, her husband, and my other boyfriend (their son) to visit Marc's dad, and we got to go on his boat...Marc and I rode on his brother's waverunner for a bit, and we got thrown around much (so fun); on Monday night, we saw the fireworks in Caldwell (well, the last 5 minutes of them if you don't count the parts we glimpsed through the trees as we sprinted toward them, me with a hardly-sipped, open can of soda in my hand and flip-flops on my feet); on Tuesday, I went to the Short Hills Mall (such a bad idea on so many levels) and lost $60 worth of merchandise from Sephora because I spaced out and probably left them in the fitting room at The Limited (to whoever found my purchases, enjoy - - someone must have been really desperate to smell good, given that the items included margarita scented shampoo and Escada perfume because I didn't buy them in the first place or anything...); on Tuesday evening, Marc and I saw "Bewitched" and were fairly disappointed; on Wednesday I was nearly washed away on the Parkway in the floodwaters and bought rollerblades with money that my lust driven and confused grandma gave me on Sunday; on Thursday, my coworkers and I finally went to Flirt Sushi for lunch, where I spent $17 for a Flirt roll (tuna, salmon, eel, pineapple, advocado) and was fifteen minutes late for work because it took them a half hour to make the damn thing even though we were literally the only people in the restaurant; and tonight, Marc and I went to California Pizza Kitchen because it is my #1 choice for carb load-up (I tried Peking Duck Pizza - not my favorite, still good). Then Marc and I bought out J.Crew, I with my poppy-printed floppy hat and juicy-colored polo shirt and Marc with his crazy patchwork shorts and other very reasonably priced assorted items. Oh, how I love summer sales. I also bought Philosophy shampoo and Escada perfume part deux (don't tell anyone, we'll pretend it never happened), and I managed somehow to get it home this time, without leaving it in any fitting room, no matter how much I had to rack my brain over deciding whether or not to purchase a pair of pants. | | |
| This work week went by so quickly, and I have a four day weekend so rejoice. Last night I had a great time - I went to the City to see my long-lost friend Laura Mueller. We met at Port Authority then dined at Il Corallo Trattoria in the Village. The food was so tasty and affordable. Laura and I were able to catch up on everything from work to school to men to Villa Walsh Academy to poems. Then after dinner I got to see her sweet apartment right on McDougal Street (how cool, so jealous), which she shares with her roommate Simone. It was very pleasant to see Laura. After all that, I hopped on a bus and went home pretty early. Then I met up with Marc and we walked around the block in the dark and spied on my brother and his friend through the basement window. As you can tell, a typical night. Today, I worked at Tiger (sat on a couch and read) for a whopping two hours then Marc made me a tasty chicken salad sandwich (my second sandwich of the day) at the Market. While eating, I was bothered by a sign across the street that read "20% off every services" so to quell my anger, I had Marc bring me a pickle. Then I went home and chronologically (vaguely) organized every single photograph I have ever taken in my life, watched our town's magnificent fireworks display and looked up the word "quell" on dictionary.com because I wasn't sure what it meant. | | |
| Scandalous sushi today just didn't work out, given the shitty directions provided to me by Mapquest. So the colleagues and I had to settle for sandwiches at some random deli in the random town that is Allendale, New Jersey. It turns out that our directions got us to the right street, but the restaurant was further down the street, which was divided in half by a train station that offered no thruway. By the time we found where we needed to be, we had already wasted a half hour of our precious lunch break. Also today, I got an email at work from a Laura Mueller, who I was good friends with almost six years ago. It turns out she works for the same corporation that I work for, except in the midtown Manhattan office, and she found my email in the global email directory. We will probably catch up this weekend. Other than that, I have about sixty pages left of Pride and Prejudice, impossible book that it is. It's pretty enjoyable except it seems to be cursed. I have started reading it a number of times and just have never gotten around to finishing it. Tomorrow night may be the night! Also, these soda can planes are extremely cool. I bought one for Marc a few weeks ago when I saw the vendor at a craft fair. I've told a bunch of people about them and everyone has raved about them so far, so I might as well share it here in case anyone else happened to care. And if you're ever bored and feel like covering a blank wall with something fun, you should try this. Be amazed. | | |
| I started writing a short story today, which I haven't done since last fall. I am thrilled. I spent most of the day with Marc, babysitting his absolutely adorable nephew. We are in love, meaning Marc has to deal with some serious competition. After that, we went to Moe's in the late afternoon and had some tasty Mexican. Food, that is. Last night was very fun. Marc and I ate dinner at this Greek Mediterranean food restaurant off the Green in Morristown called Muse and then we headed over to the Bickford Theatre at the Morris Museum to see "Butterflies Are Free." We both enjoyed the play very much. After the theater, I wanted an ice cream sundae really badly. South Street Creamery was closed (what ice cream place closes at 10PM on a Friday night in the summer?) so we had to go to Applegate Farms in East Hanover. Delicious. The best part about the whole evening was our overall sex appeal and fashion sense. I sported a blue silk and striped cotton inlaid skirt and a lavender knit sleeveless blouse with loads and loads of bling and rhinestones along the collar, which gave off much light wherever I went. Marc rocked a long-sleeve turquoise dress shirt and sweet, sweet white slacks. We were the portrait of style. I'm stuck by myself tonight. I made my dad go to the track with me before and I ran a little more than a mile before I gave up and stared at the hot pink streaks in the sky. | | |
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