I actually want those silly bands. I hate MJ and I hate Silly Bandz but something about MJ Silly Bandz that are absolutely adorable.
I think this is the first pink set that I've made that wasn't SUPER pink. Like, it doesn't look like a whimsy hipster threw up all over it. Woot!
Addison Gonzales. bai.
Sleepover with Wednesday—May 16th.
I rolled across my bed, as a glare from the sun burst through my window. Squinting from the brightness, I stretched my arm as I absentmindedly searched for my clock which read 2:27. I yawned loudly; rather proud of the mini-coma I had just taken.
Between work and crazy nights out on the town, I have found myself absolutely sleep deprived. I was grouchy. I did not smile. I had an attitude for everything. I snapped at people. It was not a pretty sight. So needless to say, I was not exactly crying when Ashley called me last night and told me I did not have to go into work this morning.
Eventually I got out of bed and messed around in the kitchen in search of food. After making a reasonable enough breakfast of eggs and toast, I made my way to the couch. I sighed as I laid down and prepared myself for mindless hours of TV watching. However something did not feel right. Apparently, my body has gotten so used to being on the go that just laying around the house was not as satisfying as I had thought it would be. “Stupid body,” I muttered as I turned off the TV and through the remote onto the couch.
An hour or so later, I had exhausted all the “fun” things that there were to do in my apartment. Bored and disappointed, I got dressed and left without a plan or heading. I simply let my feet take me wherever they felt like going.
My first stop was Big Daddy’s Diner, a cozy diner about two blocks away from my apartment. They made the most delicious, fattening, soul rejoicing food in the world. I indulged myself by ordering a double bacon cheeseburger with fries in the burger, added on a side order of onion rings and topped it all off with a chocolate milk shake—which I saved for last. There’s nothing quite like the sound of your arteries clogging, to make your day seem /that much/ brighter. Once I had devoured every single morsel, I paid the waitress and went on my way.
Still no plan in mind, I let my feet do the talking. I found myself in a dog store mere seconds away from buying Muffin, my puppy, a younger sister. The adorable maltipoo was warm and cuddly, just like Muffin. I pictured all three of us walking through the park, playing fetch, cuddling warmly in my bed. “Ahh, the perfect family,” was my first; however, “I really need a boyfriend,” soon followed. Finding love and affection in a $2000 dog was /not/ the way to go. I gave the puppy back to the sales woman and promised to return, when I had thought it through.
As the day went on, I made a few more stops. I went to H&M, Zara, Gap, and J. Crew and spent nearly all of my rent money. I attempted to pick up a few groceries from Whole Foods, but immediately walked out after seeing a head of lettuce for $11. By no means am I cheap, but they are insane if they think that I am pretentious enough to spend that much money on something that I could grow myself. I shook my head and kept it moving.
By six o’clock, I found myself absolutely pooped from my “day of leisure.” I had walked from the Upper East Side all the way to Tribeca in search of /something/. Something that I still had not found. I sat on a nearby bench with my head in my hands, trying to figure out what my day was missing. There was food, adorable puppies, pretty clothes, and insane amounts of people watching. What more do I need really? I thought and thought, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was lonely.
My job is such a solitary existence full of constant transcribing and go-sees that I have not had much human interaction in the past few months. I have barely seen Mae. If it was not for our co-habitation, I would probably never see Bethany. Lily and Billie were basically MIA. I still had not apologized to Daria for my sudden psychotic outburst. Sam was ignoring me because I blew him off in another act of insanity. My family? Well that whole situation was laughable and definitely not conducive for random hang-outs. And worst of all, there were friends that I had promised to hang out with that I just had not gotten to. I made a promise to myself from here on in; I was going to be around more. I was going to be the happy-friendly Addie that I knew I was.
I was not going to brush this off as a random epiphany and head home. I didn’t want this to just be a solitary moment of clarity. I wanted this sick feeling to go away, I wanted to make good on my word instead of just making idle promises with no intent on paying out. I immediately grabbed my phone and called Wednesday.
She laughed as she answered, “I love that in this day and age, you /still/ call people.”
“Eh, texting’s just so impersonal! Plus, I needed an answer now.”
“An answer to what my dear?” She inquired with a fake British accent.
I, too, put on an accent however my British was horrible. Instead, I went for French. “I would like to—‘ow you say-- invite you to come viss me tonight. Is zees possible?”
“Depends on your where-abouts, dunnit?” Her previously posh accent now became a rare cockney.
I laughed, “Je suis en,” I cleared my throat and painfully pronounced, “Tree-bee-kah.”
The sound of my horrible French pronunciation of Tribeca sent Wednesday into fits of laughter. I, too, laughed loudly into the phone. The uneasy feeling of loneliness and guilt slowly drifted away.
“I’m at home, just come over and we’ll figure things out from there,” she managed to blurt out through her laughs.
I agreed and took a taxi over to her.
We spent the rest of the night playing Rockband, baking and laughing at the insane amount of food that she had in her home. I was blown away by her diverse canned-food collection; just as she seemed to be surprised by my disregard towards my family problems. It seemed as if she was tip-toing around the matter all night, trying her hardest not to mention it.
Eventually I felt bad about the elephant in the room, and said, “It’s not that big of a deal you know?”
“The whole “disowning” thing with my mom, I don’t really care about it. She has always been a b.itch and will /always/ be a b.itch. To be honest, I don’t expect much else from her.”
She laughed, all be it nervously seemingly unsure of my sincerity.
“In a month everyone will forget the matter,” I assured her, though she seemed unconvinced. “Seriously, it will go back to being just like it was before.” I forced a smile, which had now become a permanent look for me.
“Everything will be fine… as long as you keep baking these awesome cakes.” We both laughed.
“I knew you only loved me for my baking skills.”
“It’s truuuue.” I sang loudly into the Rockband microphone that lay on the floor.
She grabbed the microphone and shook her head, “No, no.”
“Psh, you know you love my singing!”
She sarcastically nodded and patted my head, “whatever you say, darling.”
Pushing past the sarcasm and condescension, I uttered “Exactly!” Then I stuffed my mouth full of cake. I seriously had the best friends known to man.
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