What she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness

To all those who enjoy a relaxing cup of herbal tea, I highly recommend Yogi Ginger tea, it is definitely the best. I’ve had about seven cups in the past two days and it is one of the only things coaxing me through finals. 

Christmas Shopping: CHECK

Papers Finished: CHECK

Frostbite: CHECK!!

Hot Scotch recipe
2 oz butterscotch schnapps
8 oz hot chocolate
1 1/2 oz whipped cream
Pour butterscotch schnapps (buttershots) into an 8 oz. mug and fill with hot chocolate. Garnish with whipped cream.
Ugh, finals. Wah Wah Wah. 

Papers: 1/2

Tests to study for: 3

Presentations to prep for: 1

Panic Level: Code red

My roommate is taking a nap…

So a few weeks ago I saw Rain: a Tribute to the Beatles. The show is fantastic and if you’re a Beatles fan I suggest you go. Anywho I went one night in November believing I would see my boyfriend’s father, Tom Teeley, in the role of George Harrison. Sadly he wasn’t performing that night, and began his run the following day. However I still wanted the performer’s autographs so I waited outside the stage door. I got the autographs of “Ringo” and “George” and finally Steve Landes (who plays John) comes out. He strikes up a conversation with me and we talk for about fifteen minutes. We talk about Tom and how his son Jackson is my boyfriend. We then talk for a little bit about Jackson and Steve’s personalized guitar picks (which I got to keep). I chalked this up to him being super friendly, he even commented on how pretty my name was, and went on my merry way. 

This weekend Jackson came to visit me and we went to see Rain, only this time his dad performing. Over breakfast he drops this little bomb:

“Oh yeah Steve apparently really likes you” 

Puzzled I ask who told him that. He goes on to tell me he had a conversation with Joe (the man who plays Ringo) the last time he was in New York and he said this:

“Yeah, we met your girlfriend a few weeks ago…you better keep Steve away from her.”

And according to sources, he’s into younger girls. His girlfriend is about twenty.

So yeah, I captured the heart of fake John Lennon. Points for me.  

Can you please print out your 400 page scrips some other time? I need to print my Psychology essay, and I’m lazy s I don’t like sifting through a greek tragedy for my works cited. 

Finishing up some psych extra credit. I have two classes tomorrow, then a great workout in the afternoon. After that I have the time to get quite a bit of work done. By the time I’m done with that my boyfriend will be here. A lovely night downtown with my dear, the perfect way to escape the stress of finals. Even if it’s just for a little while. 

King of breakfast! 

Why is it whenever I plan on going to bed at a decent hour, my body chooses to protest? “Oh no Lily, you couldn’t possibly consider sleeping now. After all, you took a nap and did two hours of cardio tonight. It’s 1:40 in the morning and we’re rarin’ to go!” 

This is way my boyfriend feels all the time, and that makes me so sad. His brain seldom shuts down, his doctor told him it might continue his whole life. For example:

Picture a orange ball rolling down a wooden plank. This plank goes on for eternity. Just a ball rolling down a plank. Keep picturing it.

Now. Stop the ball.

Jackson never can. It keeps on rolling into eternity, no matter how hard he tries to stop it. We really are a messed up pair :)

It’s a shame I’m not even hungry, or I’d go get Hot Jumbo. Hmmmm. Sleep Vs. Everything Bagel with lox and veggi cream cheese. 

Sleep. Please. 

And by Hamlet, I mean The Lion King. Watching it in FYM. Great way to spend an hour and a half

and go do my homework, so I can go to the Moma, then do some more homework. Wah!!!

Wake up

Work Out

Scramble some eggs and eat them

Meet my aunt for Christmas tent shopping

Shop for people I don’t care about

Grocery shop

Do homework forever

Meet my best friend and her boyfriend on the upper west side

Leave the upper west side

Fuck some shit up

1. Blue haired old ladies, easily in their seventies, with obvious oral herpes. 

2. Ladies in their fifties, wearing heinous fur coats and wearing bumpits in their hair, in all seriousness. 

3. The crushed, splattered carcass of a pigeon in the middle of the crosswalk. 

4. An odd oder of cheese wafting from the parking garage near my dorm. 

5. The feelings of dread I have for the next two weeks. 5000 words worth of papers, and three exams. 

My birthday wish? A lobotomy