TTMMLC #1: Ocean Eyes

Things That May My Life Cute #1: Ocean Eyes

Apparently, there is an amazing man by the name of Mike (or Mark) living in the downstairs apartment. Now, everyone has seen this guy in the hallway except for me. I have no idea who he is, what he looks like, or what he sounds like. All I hear is that he has great eyes. Therefore, my brother and I have named the guy downstairs "Ocean Eyes."

It sounds stupid in writing, but it sounds adorable in conversation.

1: "I think Ocean Eyes brought in the trash cans last night."

2: "I haven't seen anyone around all day though."

1: "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure Ocean Eyes did it."

I'm gonna snap a picture one day. One day, I'll get to say "Hi" to Ocean Eyes. Lol.

Angry Enough to Blur My Vision

I never get this angry at a friend. Or now, someone I used to consider a friend.

Dear Danny,

So its my guess that I'm never going to get any of the stuff I lent you back. No DVDs or a single penny. Way to be a real asshole, Danny. I thought you were real.

I thought you were a friend.

If you just said something, that you couldn't pay back or that you were leaving and needed a few things to take, I wouldn't be so incredibly pissed. I was nothing but nice with you. I was an honest friend who appreciated everything you did for me and every time I picked up the phone when things got bad and housed me when things were crazy at my house. (I've moved out before things got worse.) I came over and listened to you when you needed to get stuff off your chest. I supported your musical endevours. What the hell, Dan?

Thanks for showing your true colors, though. It goes to show that I can't even trust people who seem like a nice person.


I don't generally sent letters like this. Actually, I never have. But I want to let you know how angry I am. And this is closure for me. A lesson has been learned. Don't trust to easily. Especially those who get so close so quickly.

Since you're probably never coming back to Belleville, I'll just say have a good life and, for future reference, treat everyone the way you want to be treated.


-Vanessa

p.s. If you have any resentment or need to say anything, a simple reply saying "sorry" will suffice. At least I will know that you somewhat care

Haircut

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Zero (Official Video) HQ
by wonderful-life1989

Yeah, my hair was accidentally chopped off. I worked with it. I went home and took my brother's shears and went at it like a spidermonkey. Now, it looks more Karen O than Rachael Ray.

I'll be hitting up MAC pretty soon to look for an everyday red lipstick.

Also, Michael Jackson died. And Farrah Fawcett. And Ed McMahon. And Billy "Oxyclean" Mays! Wow.

Never Been So Conscious of an Outfit

Tomorrow is the Nylon Summer Music Tour with Patrick Wolf, the Plasticines and Jaguar Love. This is going to be tons of fun. I haven't gone to a fashion conscious concert yet. This will be my first. It's Monday 4:30pm and I'm sifting throught photosites to see what kind of outfit I could wear tomorrow that is both cute and water resistant.

I am a girl.

I already know how makeup is going down. Fake lashes, pale lips, HOPEFULLY I'll get my haircut tomorrow. If not, thebig floppy black hat is making a return.





The bossman will be in the Caribbean all week so I don't have to be super paranoid on my appearance for the next day. Im gonna need some sleep!

I'm glad I'm going with Wikit though. I have to get in touch with my twinny.

Note to self:

• Charge batteries
• Get single bills

Last Night's Party

I'd like to say that I grew out of this type of stuff, but I was never into it to begin with. I know there's a time and place for drinking and rowdyness and if anything, last night was a perfect night for it. It wasn't raining too much and it was a celebration of Richie's achievement.

I just hate the atmosphere. Being thrown into a group of best friends for years can make a person feel terribly homesick. As much as I'm getting accustomed to living here, it will never been the same as being a few blocks away from your best friends.


Sometimes, I miss my old life. But there's no point in wallowing right? The past has past and now is now. Now, I am here. I'm awake. And I have to find something to do for a couple of hours before I go to Michaels.

Chuck Bass and Shoes

The whole "not eating crap" thing is going pretty well. Little by little, I'm re-gaining my positivity.





Yesterday, Richie bought himself a DSlite. For some reason, I was jealous. I haven't dropped any money on myself in a while. I mean like...serious money. That's my thing. My guilty pleasure. His is a DS. Mine is shopping. I don't know what it is but I have an itch to buy clothes! I love/hate it because I window-shop a lot (via websites.)





That Burberry Fall 2009 ad up there makes me really wanna get a haircut and trenchcoat. Freakin Hermione Granger's got me head over heels with this look. Blown-out hair, nude lip, smokey eye, big bag and trenchcoat? LOVE IT!





I don't know why I'm blogging this.





oh yeah...it started with this.




My brother and I are dry-heaving that we can't go for this. I'll be in the office and he'll be at the salon...both of us WORKING!...wait no...this is his high school graduation day! We are missing a party/shoe premiere for his ceremony.

We made an agreement that when we move out together, we will live lush lives where we will attend swanky parties and have nice shoes.

:-P

Our house will be a fun house.

Ugh Uncomfortable Sitting...

I've gotten to the point where it's uncomfortable to sit! God help me because this is the point where I get in that "high risk" for dia-be-be-beties.

I don't know what the hell is up!

I think I need to start getting my life a little more in order. I schedule almost everything. I have notes and boards and this and that and STILL, I feel like I lag behind a lot.

I have an idea though. When I get home today, I'm gonna rehash my entire weekly schedule. I would right now but this is my lunch hour/free time at work. I have tons to work on though. One of those is myself. It's not even a weigh issue. It's how I feel on the inside, and to be honest, I feel like doo-doo!

:puke:

"Rotting from the inside"

Last night, Richie and I had one of our great talks about our concerns. Of course, I spill a little more than he does but he's my rock. And he legitimately listened, which is every girl's dream! (am i right?)

Anyway, we got around to talking about my health. In a nutshell, it's horrible. I've been looking up my symptoms and I'm either

• closer to diabetes than i thought



• have crazy liver problems



• being poked by a needle via voodoo doll

Not only that, but things are getting rougher at home. My mom and I are in constant battle. The weird part is that I have no idea why. And it's frustrating.

Work isn't all that good either. Michaels is going nuts but the pay is secure. This other place is so shakey, I don't know what to think.

At least I know that in the end of the day I can run into Richie's arms and feel like the world is gone. No worries.

The baby chick leaves the coop

This whole "family moving to california" thing is becoming a reality way too quickly. I feel like I might have to move away with my mom. From where things are right now, it doesn't look like I will be able to afford anything on my own anytime soon.
My brother got a job that pays pretty well. Hopefully, that will give us a bit of a boost if we do decide to stay in New Jersey by ourselves.
There's just too much going on for me to feel anything. I get happy and smile once in a while but my head is in a constant blur. Sometimes I just want to crawl under my desk and cry til I fall asleep.

I Forgot I Had This!

HELLO MY BLOGGER! oh man, i forgot i had one of these. ive been so into the school one that i forgot i had a personal one. and ive been wanting to blog about this week. (ive deleted almost all my journals but i always had a soft spot for this one.)

wednesday was the emarosa/ day to remember concert. i wish i could say i enjoyed the show. i honestly don't remember much of it. but this is what i do remember.

Richiebaby picked me up and went and got Mooch in Hackensack. We drove over to Marcos's house and we started drinking. I drank cuban rum thinking oh, this won't be too bad. Then, we started walking to Bergenline from Tonnelle...in the rain. We hit up another liquor store and split something (that tasted like jolly ranchers). After that...blur. We walked to West Side because Bergenline would have taken forever. We hop on an immy van. Hop on a taxi, get to Fillmore, run up the stairs and get to hear the last Emarosa song. We hit the bar, get shots of Soco for FORTY BUCKS! blur blur blur...Next thing I knew, I was singing "I'm made of wax" holding Richie's hoodie and Marcos's hoodie and shirt. This chunk..I don't remember. Then, I wake up a little, find out I lost Marcos's shirt. Richie lost his on his own. I bought them two tee shirts. (I just ordered mine online.) Then down the stairs we went, hopped on a train (i don't remember getting my metrocard or getting on the train.) I remember this crazy black guy talking to us about guns. Then we got out the train, got McDonalds (i stuffed chicken nuggets in my purse) then boom, back at the house (don't remember the walk.) Wikit shows up, I pee in the bathroom, we take pictures. Now, I'm a little alright. I give Marcos the biggest hug ever for taking care of me in the pit and for being such a good friend and we leave. I sleep on the way to Belleville, I hang out at Richie's bc I reek of alcohol and wanted everyone asleep, went home, stripped everything off and set my alarm because I had work early.


It was a great/awful night.