inauguration madness begins tomorrow

bars open all hours of the night. drunken strangers pushing their way through crowds in effort to see a little more, drink a little more, feel a little more. But honestly drowning in the crowds will make you feel as lonely as i do sitting in my apartment, alone as usual, typing this very sentence. there will be screams and joy and tears and beer and glass and drugs and celebrations everywhere. i will probably be working, and providing these dc-goers with the time of their lives. i start training as a completely inexperienced bartender at champions, donning the slutty uniform, and the superficiality kind of sickens me. at least it motivates me to eat well and sparingly and exercise everyday. i feel so fat i really need to work on the ab exercises for sure. tomorrow is a free day, might go get a hair trim and bangs trim after i hardcore hit the gym, leave for work around 6 just to be sure im there on time and to fill out paperwork and stuff. well, we shall see how it goes! wish me luck.

new job and new beginnings

so i got the job and partied it up on friday night, ended up getting kicked out of the local watering hole for being too belligerent. im really going wild now just because university starts tomorrow and im going to have to buckle down and do well and work a ton at my new job as a server at a restaurant/lounge/club downtown. went well last night, i met two hilarious gay guys that got drunk on pomegrante marrtinis and lychee mojitos and chatted me up to find out where they could do sake bombs. couldn't find the boss at the end of the night, so not sure when training will continue, but the whole scene was pretty wild. im excited!
so after work, my friend andrew came and picked me up and took me to a little bar on 14th street. we have been seeing each other since mid-november and hooking up or whatever, and it's just been different lately, since i went home for most of december and went up to montreal, etc. anyhow we drank a bit, then went back to mine to drink a bit more...anyhow he ends up breaking it off (even though we weren't officially dating) because we were 'on the relationship track' (even though i repeatedly told him we were just friends because i really can't be in a relationship since im in love with aussie, and am waiting until we're in the same city so we can be together again). so that sucks, since he was a really sweet, cute, funny guy. we had fun together, so it just kind of sucks. but now i have complete focus and will hopefully have a productive, drama-free semester. whatever that even means.

A CARDIGAN!?

let me preface this with 'this doesn't happen to me very often' because it usually doesn't..i usually make it back to my apartment in the northwest part of dc, wind up in my bed, in a hoody and my underwear. sometimes i wind up sleeping on the floor, or in the bathtub, or in a closet. alone. however, i guess i went a little overboard celebrating my return to DC on thursday as i wake up in a strange yet comfortable bed, silk sheets, in a penthouse overlooking downtown DC. i can see the washington monument from the floor-to-ceiling window next to the bed. i realize im naked. except im still wearing a cardigan. WHO DOES THAT?! i started laughing and my friend (who is a very sweet guy) whom i had been celebrating with woke up and laughed and we had a chat, and i went home to change for a job interview. how typically me.

so yeah, i am a bit of a party girl, but i also know when to just chill and cut it out. i love to go out and meet people, not a stranger to table-top dancing, taking shots and dancing all night.

as this is my first post, i guess i should give some background info that could be relavent. i moved to dc sophmore year to go to university with my boyfriend at the time. we had been together for ages so i figured i would transfer and i wanted to live in the city anyway. second semester sophmore year i decided to go abroad, so i secretly applied and got accepted into the university of new south wales in sydney. left in july, broke up with the guy (not because i was going abroad, but i just fell out of love and knew he deserved someone who truly loved him), and moved into an apartment on bondi beach. literally, on the beach. so there was lots ov surfing, traveling, partying, copious amounts of alcohol and drugs and i met some great friends that are now scattered across the world. i also happened to completely fall for a boy -- for purposes here we will refer to him as aussie, as he is still in my life but its an extremely complicated situation. so i left in december, and it was absolutely heartbreaking, i still miss sydney and im planning to move back as soon as i graduate --feel free to donate to my sydney fund if you have money that you dont need! ;) -- and move in with two of my girlfriends. so i got through the semester after and decided to stay in the city for the summer. worked, partied -- the usual. the next semester was rough and stressful but had it's moments. so here i am now, ready for my last semester, ready to work hard and play hard and document my crazy life for your entertainment.