mochi_bunnie

Hello World!

As the title of this post suggests, I'm on PTO!  I've gotten so much done over the past few days that would've taken weeks to do and the feeling is amazing.  For starters, I took a can of oven strength de-greaser to my dining room table.  Our dining room actually shares a wall with the stove and for some odd reason the table behind there gets incredibly sticky.  (Don't freak, I actually did a spot test before I went crazy. =P)  I also took a vacuum cleaner to every inch of carpeting in this house and purged a bunch of shit.  I even went as far as moving my dresser to the other side of the room so I could have my dad mount my gi-normous dry-erase board on my wall right next to my Michael Phelps calendar.  I think after 2009 is done/over with, I will wall paper the other side of my bedroom door with pictures of him.  OMG, he's such a babe.  Oh and clarification about the whole entire thing about me hating guys named Mike: I LOVE MICHAEL PHELPS.  

Outside of cleaning I've also been able to see my friends.  One of them just celebrated a b/day this past Monday--we went out for a cup of b/day coffee and a drive to the city afterwards. Feels good to just catch up.  Yesterday, Sars and Laura called an impromptu girls night out with just the 3 of us at an Irish pub in downtown N-ville.  WOW, fucking good bloody mary's.  Like, right up there w/Muldoon's bloody marys.  I think it's the Guinness that makes the difference.  I was like, 'Can you make it dirty and put extra olives in it please?'  I had not one but TWO last night after working out like a fiend--probably wasn't the smartest thing 'cause it went right through me. 

Everyone complimented me on my new haircut and how much they loved my new shirt.  I was like, 'Oh thanks!  This is from Ruehl!  Actually, the jeans are Ruehl...and my bag is Ruehl too!"  They were both like, 'You (Ruehl) whore.'  Whatever, I'd rather it rain on me than my sexy Ruehl bag.  =P

It felt so good to drink, and gossip w/the girls.  I really needed that.  I went on/on about how they should be my neighbor on Farmville and if that's the only thing that I want from them for Christmas.  Seriously, I don't care if you don't play--I just need you to install the app, and confirm my neighbor request so I could level up to my 18X18 farm and be that much closer to getting my 20X20 farm!  My brother and I have this little friendly competition going right now w/Farmville.  I'm a higher level, and I have more money but he's got 20X20 farm!  RAR!  I need to get to my 20X20, that way I could be like, "I have more money, I'm a higher level, AND my farm is 20X20 too!"  I'm expecting to break 1M coins by the end of the month.  I wanna buy a villa and that in it of itself already costs 1M coins...  Oy, Farmville = my guilty pleasure, haha!

What else...

Outside of cleaning, catching up w/friends, and Farmville, I've also been doing a lot more in terms of exercising.  I'm proud to say that I have worked out for 1.5 hours everyday this week.  On Sunday/Monday, I went and turned myself back into Bikram Yoga.  It's 90 minutes of torture for 90 years of good life.  No really, it's actually 26 postures done in a 106 degree room at 40% humidity.  Lends a whole new meaning to the phrase "sweating bullets."  I almost died in that first class because I didn't realize just how inflexible I've become w/my running.  I literally heard my joints pop during cobra pose.  Shit!  I actually took a break from it yesterday and pounded it out on the treadmill to some loud upbeat dance-y music.  BOOM BOOM POW!

I'm making myself run 300 miles and then I'm buying an iPod touch.  After yesterday, 289 more miles to go, WOO!

Anyway, I need to continue this later--must get to yoga!  Must sweat out these bloody marys!  I hope everyone has a fabulous rest of the week!

UP NEXT: CUTE GUY ALERT AT LIFETIME.  Tall, cute face, built, and holds up really well in a suit.  My friend thinks he's half Filipino.  My brain just thinks he's cute enough for me to do a double take when I first saw him.  =P

I hate all guys named Mike. 'Nuff said.    

WHO: Huron Guy now known as the Italian D-Bag.

DESCRIPTION: I randomly came into contact with him last night via Facebook Chat.  Incessant sexual innuendos and shameless flirting (while I was being perfectly platonic) aside, he asks me "What're you doing tonight?  Wanna chill and watch a movie?"  I look at my clock when that appeared in the chat window and it read 9:34PM.  My polite response (due to the fact that we're connected through a bunch of mutual friends): I can't tonight, I have to go to the gym.

What I really wanted to write:

I don't operate on short time frames so if you would like a date, call and book a time at least a week out.  Besides, my tv is bigger than your's, and I get to hold the remote at home.  You go watch your small tv by yourself. 

Ugh, what a fucking scumbag.  Did he really think that I wouldn't see through that?  Clear pass don't even bother to look back.  You're done.

People who live in plexiglass houses shouldn't throw stones either.    

I really wanna buy this off of iTunes but they don't have it.  I might just buy the entire track off of yesasia.com just for this song: