Ok. So I confess. I’ve been watching “Say Yes to the Dress” and “What not to Wear” secretly. Every time any one of my roommates catch me watching either of those two shows, I almost wish the sofa would eat me up (it doesn’t). But they are so corny and cringe-worthy, its fantastic! I LOVE IT. Of course, this doesn’t mean I follow any of the tips that the two consultants on WNTW recommend because frankly, who has the money to spend on a whole new wardrobe. I suppose given the number of clothes I have, all I need to do is sort out the stuff in my wardrobe, weed out any inappropriate clothing and I probably will still have a clinton-stacey approved wardrobe. But that would mean I will have to do laundry on a more consistent basis. And with SYTTD doesn’t imply that I want to get married (ok, maybe I do) or that I”m a little disappointed that I won’t be able to help with her wedding (or attend it for that matter) or that I would be there to help her pick her wedding dress (apparently, they are having a civil wedding so there wasn’t a wedding dress anyway), but just watching the hint of bridezilla peeking out is enough to make me sit through my roommate’s judging eyes. And also to risk not catching up on some much needed sleep!
I’m reading the sock dreams journal and noticed that they are selling these fabulously beautiful tights. I”m really really tempted to get them except I really hate paying for shipping for anything. Plus, I’ve never ever worn their tights before and even though I’ve bought clothes online, I’ve never bought anything like tights online and I”m afraid they won’t fit! But look at how gorgeous they look! TEMPTATION!
- Floral tights from SockDreams.com
I just watched “You’ve got mail” for the upteenth time today and even though I know they pretty much updated a tried and true formula from movies of old, its a pretty good movie. But, its the music. The music makes the movie. Was I the only one who thought it was clever of them to use a song made famous by Judy Garland when the great lady herself had acted in a movie aptly named “Shop around the corner”? In fact, I enjoyed the movie so much that I am kind of tempted to buy the soundtrack and load it onto my ipod 
I have a confession. I love love love to read mindless badly written romance novels. There. I’ve said it. I love the fact that all the romance novels follow the same receipe: boy meets girl. they hate each other but are strangely attracted to each other even though they refuse to admit it to themselves. then they cave in to their carnel desires and end up with each other at the end of the book anyway.
I don’t know why I read them, except I do. And I always get bored half-way, and cheat by flipping to the last chapter. And then I go back to the part I left off with the self-satisfaction of knowing that all ends well. Isn’t that strange? In the past, I’ve tried to justify it by telling myself (and anyone else who will stand to listen to me jabber) that Emily Bronte, too, was a romance novelist except her novel is about 500 pages long. The modern world, in all of its brilliantly ruthless efficiency has simply cut the classics down to 150pages, give or take 20pages.
And yet, even with such a brilliant justification, I am always shamefaced to admit that I read these novels that are sold in airport bookstores where passengers with their brains already on vacation, even though they aren’t quite physically there yet, will buy such books.
Unfortunately, I read them even when I’m not travelling. Worse, I read them while I’m on call when I should be spending whatever precious free time not spent answering pages or checking up on labs or urine output (seriously 2ml/kg/h! at least!) sleeping. Or at the very least eating. Or perhaps studying. But then again, any pretense of being a scholar was abandoned years ago. So I suppose my lazier side should take precedence. And yet, I will forgo much needed rest for some very decidedly flippant literature. Perhaps I really am in the wrong profession. Maybe I just need to undergo some plastic surgery and marry a rich gentleman who can then provide me with a house equipped with a poolboy 
I have been putting on weight since intern year started and I am finally at the same weight I was at the beginning of med school. Sigh. It took me 3 years to lose all that weight and only 2 months to put it on! I need to lose it but I totally lack the motivation to do it! But I am determined to work on losing the 20 lbs in 6 months!
After about 3months of being really really good about not buying any new clothes or shoes, I was a total spaz and bought a whole bunch of new clothing items. I blame it on the cold weather. I bought some new sweaters, a whole bunch of hoodies and 4 brand new pairs of shoes. I swear I’ll probably return 3 of those 4. Ok. Maybe 2. They are all the same shoe in different colors. But they are soooo comfortable. Worst of all is that most of that shopping was done online. I keep telling myself that if I don’t like what I ordered, I can always return them. Oh yeah. I also bought new towels. I don’t really need new ones (I have like 4 just for my own use) but I tell myself that this means I don’t have to do the laundry for a veeeerrrry long time and it’ll be ok. *groan* I may have also bought new bedding. I don’t know. I can’t remember. I think its very very bad to buy stuff and not remember. Because that’s a sure sign of an addiction. oh dear.
So, in another lame attempt to cross stuff off my 3-5 list as well as my 2009 resolutions (all unofficial by the way because if you have an official list, I do think you might actually feel compelled to complete them), I got a haircut today. Not that it was actually planned as a real resolution (the resolution was more along the lines of “change”) or real “things I should do before I turn 35″ namely because I got the idea of going for a haircut yesterday, and decided, quite on a whim, that it might be nice to look like ginnifer goodwin and so I told the hairdresser to chop it all off and pointed to the most recent picture of ginnifer goodwin in her absolutely adorable pixie haircut. I did, I must add, have the good sense to add “but only if you think I’ll look good in it” and of course they decided that since it was such a non-paul-mitchell haircut, they simply had to give it a go. So 3 hours later, with the help of a very nervous student (did you really think that I would have enough money to actually pay for someone to cut my hair at full price??!!)and her two instructors (hence two different inputs…which resulted in me having a slightly different haircut from what I had anticipated), I walked out of the salon with hair that is very decidedly short. And if the camera on my lovely little gateway lt1000 would work (for some stupid reason, it keeps saying turn on camera when in the past, the camera just turns on by itself and i have no clue how to turn it on myself), I would post a picture. But then again, I guess the WWW can be spared the horrors. and in the meantime, if anyone knows how to fix the problem with my computer camera, PLS PLS tell me!!
Merry Christmas! Pic taken from fabsugar.com
I think I heard that statement from a movie somewhere…or perhaps from a tv show. I don’t remember. I’m afraid that I have to agree. Sex, in any of its various manifestations, does ruin everything. But I think what the author of that statement should have said was that intimacy ruins everything. Kissing your best friend, the act of kissing being perhaps one of the most intimate part of any relationship, can ruin that relationship completely. I’ve committed that error at least once. And you would think in my old age, I would be wiser and that I would avoid such a pitfall especially since with age, I’ve been less adept at making new friends and I would actually want to keep my old friends. Nope. Went and kissed him. It. Ruined. Everything. So not only am I heart-broken since I know, deep deep inside, I know that he was only lonely and that was why he kissed me and not because he really cares for me in any romantic manner, hence making this another one of my one-sided failed romances, I can’t talk or moan to him about it. sigh. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself. argh.
Time always seems to pass so quickly when one is having fun, doesn’t it? About a week ago, I was on vacation. For two glorious weeks! It was a vacation that was sorely needed. I had gotten so disgruntled at work that I was quite ready to walk out. In fact when I SMSed someone to tell her just how much fun I was having and how I did not want to go back, she, bless her heart, thought I was really going to quit for real. Truth be told, I’m not the quitting kind. True, I might drag my feet to the finishing line, but I’ve never been one to quit outright.
First place I went to was San Francisco. Other than a really short visit to Napa Valley and Paolo Alto during my undergrad years, I have not been to San Francisco since I was a kid. A really close friend from medical school is now a 2nd year resident at UCSF Hospital and she very kindly offered to let me stay at her place. In fact, she pretty much gave me her keys and said, go have fun! And boy! Did I ever! Lots of shopping was involved. And food. And sightseeing. My favorite place is the Exploratorium. I believe it was a place that was featured in the movie “She’s all that.” In addition to being one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, it also houses one of the coolest hands-on museum I have ever visited! And then there was that windy road with all those flowers on Lombard street (pretty much the only thing my mom remembers about Fisherman Wharf). I also got to go to the Harvey Milk Plaza. Speaking of which, the castro area is really cute. I even went to see the infamous “Painted Ladies” featured on “Full House” and sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if Full House had been set in Baltimore, which also has her own share of “Painted Ladies”?
Next stop was Baltimore. After drinks and dinner around the Mt. Vernon area with Ultraman, I spent the next day shopping at Arundel Mills. Dare I mention that I broke my no-shopping rule? Then, as an early birthday gift to TheChef, I took him to Tio Pepe. One of my favorite restaurants ever. He had no choice but to concede that Tio Pepe’s paella beats that of the ones he had in Spain and that they also have the best Sangria. And after that, I ran off on a bus to NYC to see the TravellingCouple and home of the Squishables. The TravellingCouple were extremely nice and gave me the keys to their apartment so that I could pretty much roam around NYC on my own. I have to confess, it was definitely one of my favorite visits to the Big Apple. For the first time since I was 18, I got to roam around NYC as a tourist. But there was no schedule. And it was great because I did not have to please anyone or work around anyone’s schedule. And not only that, the TravellingCouple went out of their way to have dinner and drinks with me. We went to this really cool bar with the DrunkLawyer where the owners totally went all out on their Christmas Deco. I’m calling it the ChristmasBar on 3rd street from now on. After a couple of really great days in NYC, I had to call it quits and headed to Bethesda because I wanted to give the LittlePrincess her birthday gift. I can’t believe she’s already 3. She’s grown by leaps and bounds and is so adorable its very very hard to say no to her.
And after just a short couple of hours, I headed back to Baltimore for TheChef’s birthday party. Ultraman took me to this great place at Clipper Mills called Woodbury Mills. I think it might be my second favorite restaurant in Baltimore! I hope that he’ll take me there again when I go back for the Wedding. Politico and his brother were part of my posse when we finally showed up at TheChef’s birthday party. It was a hottub party. I have to admit that I must have grown a lot more conservative with age because even though Politico decided to go into the tub in his birthday suit, I jumped in with my clothes since neither of us had bathing suits with us (I couldn’t find an appropriate one in NYC plus I’ve put on so much weight a bathing suit would have made me look even fatter amongst TheChef’s painfully thin and gorgeous friends).
All in all, I had a great vacation. Except, of course, drama queen that I am, managed to create some unneccessary drama right before I left. I finally allowed myself to act on my fairly latent feelings for TheChef and while I don’t regret what happened, I can’t help but feel disappointed. I guess I knew what he would say (we’ve been friends for a very long time after all) but that doesn’t mean that it did not hurt. Not that I would have expected anything more …. but it still hurt. That’s all.
