I’ve had a bit of a strange day today. I was just feeling out of sorts with a headache and my body felt like it might after I ran a marathon except I wouldn’t know because I’ve never ran one. Yesterday, I was getting some sun on the roof when some ideas just came to me and I packed up my stuff after 30 minutes outside to race to my desk and start writing everything down before I forgot. I wrote and wrote, with 4 cups of coffee worth of energy, until I hit a wall at 11PM.

Today I woke up before my alarm at 7AM. I got out of bed and checked my email, read the news, and caught up on some blogs. I texted my best friend and wished her a happy birthday. I got restless and also called her which woke her and she wasn’t happy with me. At 9AM I decided to go to the bank and deposit some money which makes me happy to see in the account but I know it will just go to bills in a few days. I picked up a raspberry mocha frappacino from Starbucks on the way home. I thought, this day is perfect already. Starbucks is a rare treat for me. I ate some leftover whole wheat pancakes while watching Real Housewives of DC.

After an hour of the show, at 11AM, I forced myself to sit down in front of the computer to write. It is now 9:43 PM. In almost ELEVEN hours I’ve managed to do everything EXCEPT write down one word. I emailed some friends I haven’t talked to in almost a year, took countless pictures of Gus, scrolled through Barnes & Nobles to add new books to the cue, read some of Bret Easton Ellis’s Imperial Bedrooms, ordered a new ink cartridge from Best Buy, organized my digital photos, took 2 naps, and looked through every album that every Facebook friend of mine has ever posted. And then I looked through the photos of friends of friends on Facebook, all of whom I don’t know. (I do love when you’re able to view these albums though).

My mom called not too long ago (from Thailand) which squeezed my heart because she sounded so sad. She kept saying the distance was too much for her and that she hoped I could move there to be near her. All I could tell her was that I hoped to make more money soon enough to make more frequent visits possible. Which makes a case for the fact that I really shouldn’t be sitting here looking through photos of people I don’t know.

Instead, I decided to put on these gorgeous nude platform pumps that I bought from Steve Madden and only wore once on a date a little while back. It was a bad idea to wear them for the first time on the date because they were not broken in and I was incredibly uncomfortable the entire night. I blame the shoes that caused the discomfort that caused me to not enjoy the date. No, the guy was pretty awful actually. But I’m walking around the apartment trying to break in the shoes. Wouldn’t want them to ruin another date…

It’s my bestie’s birthday today! She is my sanity and inspiration and I wish her the world! xoxo

I finally saw 500 Days of Summer during one of my sick days. I love watching movies without having seen previews or knowing the storyline because I have no expectations. I remember hearing some say, “Don’t watch it. It’s so sad,” and others saying, “It’s refreshing to see a real depiction of relationships and not the romantic stuff that never happens in real life.” The plot is summarized as “an offbeat romantic comedy about a woman who doesn’t believe true love exists, and the young man who falls for her.”

My roommate didn’t think it was realistic, that not many girls would be as disinterested in finding love as Zooey Deschanel’s character. Aside from not believing that anyone would turn down someone who looks like Joseph Gordon-Levitt and dressed in cute vests and ties like his character, Tom Hansen, I thought the movie was a great depiction of love and heartbreak. I loved the scene where Tom was dancing in the streets after having sex with Summer for the first time. Who hasn’t unknowingly smiled the entire day and wished they could high five everyone who passed them after great sex with a crush? And after a bad day where he’s on the streets in his bathrobe after buying whiskey and ding dongs and he yells at the couple holding hands to get a room. Who hasn’t wished happy couples could disappear for your sake and only allowed to return when you’re having a better day?

And I loved the line where Tom’s little sister tells him, “I know you think she was the one but I don’t think she was. I think you’re only remembering the good stuff.” It is much easier to get over someone when you take off the pedestal glasses and admit that it wasn’t perfect. Ok, I won’t spoil any more of the movie for you. I’ll just say that I think it’s a great movie for anyone who has stopped believing in love. Relationships aren’t all kissing in the rain and riding off in the sunset. You’re bound to get your heartbroken at least once and chances are you’re only remembering the good stuff.

Can you tell that I haven’t been out much in the past week? All I’ve done is hang out with Gus and take pictures of him. I could never get enough though.

Gus in a bag:

Gus trying not to look at the camera:

Gus sitting on my notes and writing glasses:

Guess that means I can’t do any work!

I’ve been sick for the past week and could barely get out of bed. (Being sick in the summer is the worst!) I finally started feeling better on Friday and felt I deserved a present for the tough week I had. (Ok, I deserve a swift kick in the butt for staying in bed all week, but still). I bought myself this cute duster Love ring from Top Shop.

And in case you’re wondering my nail polish is Minted by Revlon. It’s my new favorite color.