i have two nicknames, the first being stan and/or stanley which somehow got attached to me at the ripe age of 7 or so. special thanks goes to my brother for that one. my dad, my brother, and some of the people i've known since that age continue to call me that and i can't even complain anymore because unfortunately i answer to it as naturally as "danielle". nickname number two is danni and/or dani which seems to be what the americans in my life call me, i'm not too sure why exactly, is it some sort of south of the border thing? who knows. i'm not counting dtox as a nickname because it is AWFUL and an annoying college thing that sticks with you for years after (along with mismatched dish sets and weird bags).
today i went to paris (ontario, sorry no latin quarter) for first impressions community exchange and enjoyed some mild shopping and rain showers, a decent chicken wrap, and quality time with the boss-man. i enjoy my job so much it's not even funny. this week is going by way too fast.
i'm so into third eye blind again, i just adore all the songs off their self-titled album. anyone who doesn't melt at "how's it going to be" either has no heart or is donny deutsch. "motorcycle driveby" also gets me everytime. in the music vein - the new ashlee simpson cd is hilarious and i love the song hot stuff and her stupid voice, her greatness is multiplied a million-fold by the fact that she is now pete went'z WIFE. whhhaaaaaat.
my ex from a few months ago is engaged now and i guess that's weird but cool at the same time. i think that's kind of what he's been looking for for a while and now he's found that, so, you know, good on him. you have to be happy for people who are engaged, i think it says a lot about them in terms of committment and wanting to beat the divorce odds. i'm also extremely excited for my brother and my future sister in law because they're both amazing and the wedding is going to totally rule. let's be honest i'm mostly excited for the open bar.
i'm down about 26 lbs now, that's a little bizarre and i still can't see an iota of difference when i look in the mirror. my mind has not quite caught up with the rest of me and maybe because i've been chunky all my life i'll always see myself as a whale and obsess about how other people perceive me. i remember once in like grade 2 being made fun of for being bigger than the other girls - honestly i was pretty small back then so i don't even see how that worked but for most of my life i've been out of shape and stuff, never really made fun of a lot, but still. maybe this stuff sticks with you for your entire life. i can't see myself ever being 100% confident about how i look even if i lose another 26 lbs, especially compared to a lot of my friends.
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