trains of thoughts.

I haven't written in a while so I figured id kick off my writing again with the usual inconsistent rants. One subject having nothing to do at all with the other............


- forget the 'Freshman 15', I'm on the 'Gables 15' plan. First year working in Coral Gables, its truly hard to 'bring lunch' or go to Subway when you have Houstons on the corner, The Globe down the street, Jimmy Johns down the block, and Norman 180 right next door. My monthly bank statement might as well come directly from Houston's or 'Hillstones' to be exact.

-speaking of food (how unusual) ive compiled my own list of places/days calories dont count: at the movies, Saturdays, theme parks, parents house, Fridays, holiday weekends, airport, the hours between 2 am and 6am, long car drives, SUNDAYS.

- In my insomnia last night i strolled through memory lane at all the compulsive lieing I used to do as a child. The three major lies of my life:


Lie #1. I'm Jason Priesleys sister. I told this to my friends in Newport, Kentucky one summer. I was wearing a 90210 shirt (duh) and becky said "I love them! Especially Brandon!" in which I replied "Thats my brother. and by the way my name is Nicole Priesley. He is actually coming to visit me this weekend with the whole crew, ill introduce you". Yes my lies were extreme. Then I said "he said he cant meet any of you sorry, hes in a hurry" but that didn't stop Becky from showing up at my door step, in full on 90210 gear and asking my Mama Claire where Brendan and the gang were. Of course, I hadn't set my grandma up for this colossal lie so I was unintentionally thrown under the bus. youd think I learned my lesson....

Lie #2. I have 8 dogs, 3 cats, and 2 turtles that swim in my pool. Cyrina Fiallo, Im sorry I led you on for so long. See, as a child I thought it was ridiculously cool to own an exaggerative amount of animals. I even gave them all names and told stories at lunch time about the wild antics they'd get themselves into (Vladimir, the turtle, was swimming in my pool with me when Spot, the dog, jumped in and ate him) (Bizarre). Whenever my friends would come over, Id either point over at some abandoned shed in my backyard and say 'my mom doesnt like the animals to interact with non family members so we keep them there' or id say they were all at animal daycare. One unfortunate day, my mom drove cyrina home without me in the car and guess what the small talk was?! "So how are all the 8 dogs, 3 cats, and 2 turtles" and my mom, to teach me my lesson said "sweetie, nicole was lieing to you" I cried to cyrina and told her I was sorry for being a freakish liar, she forgave me and the fact I only had one dog, Daphne the obnoxiousDalmatian.

3. I have a twin sister named Kelly. to be honest, I think there are still some people who still believe this. In 3rd grade I thought itd be really cool to pretend I had a twin sister named Kelly (after Kelly Taylor, duh). Whenever I was sick, "Kelly" was the one that would come on campus and pick up the homework for Nicole. I would literally walk up to my classmates and say "Hi, Im Kelly, Nicole Cunningham's identical twin sister, can you please tell me where her classroom is? I need to pick up her homework". They bought it. I never got caught. Im sorry 3rd grade class of Pinewood Acres.

I blame my compulsive lieing about fake siblings and pets on the fact I was an only child till I was 10.

Only child syndrome afterthought #1: Having the cast of Baywatch as my imaginary friends. 'We' spent every weekend at my grandparents house where 'we' would go swimming and practice improv drowning scenarios with dolls and plastic rings. I, Summer, always beat CJ in all these 'tests'. Stupid CJ.

Only child syndrome afterthought #2: Me and my five kids. At age 9, I had the full names of my 5 children id one day have. 3 girls, 2 boys. Girls: Sasha Rene, Alyson Monique, Claudine Alexandria Boys: Devon Lucas and Scotty (no middle name) These names, and the fact I wanted 5, stuck with me till I was about 15 years old. Ive moved on to better names these days...and to a lesser number of children.

not-sure-if-this-is-only-child-syndrome: I wanted my own name to be Brittany. Why? Because that was Alvin from alvin and the chipmunks girlfriend's name and she was 'sassy'. Most girls wanted to be Barbie, I wanted to be a sexy singing chipmunk.

Now, on to my recent psychosis:

- Two recent addictions ive noticed: Ive been watching Roberto Torres- Caballo Viejo on youtube ON MY PHONE at night for almost the past 2 months. Like im talking at 1am before I go to sleep, I watch that video and THEN i fall asleep. That song is just so beautiful. No? Dont all 25 year old girls fall asleep to Salsa songs from the late 80s playing on their phone that pauses every 30 seconds to 'buffer'?

second strange addiction: driving non stop. When Im on my way home from my parents house I always make it a point to take the long route through the gables/grove with the top down and if im not satisfied with the amount of time ive been able to drive, I PAY THE TOLL and go up and down Key Biscayne at least 3 times. Its weird but now that Ive admitted this to the masses i feel better. So if you see someone doing loser laps, its me. My car is such a lil cubby and so fun that I just love driving. Plus, my music is awesome if you couldn't already tell. Yea, thats right, I know some of you come to my blog just for my play list. Its fine, Ill accept it especially since Ive been the inconsistent blogger. Rave on!


- I could be a professional monk. Ive mastered the art of silence and sitting still ever since I stopped bringing my laptop home and my comcast cable people havent come to change my cable box. Ive had absolutely no distractions or sound in my house for about 2 weeks and i love it. Sometimes I even forget Ive been sitting in silence for about an hour. This only happens Mondays though, which have endearingly become 'Monk Mondays'. dont ever try to hang out with me or call or anything on these precious silent treatments i give myself. Its also a great way for planning the week ahead and 'setting your intention' for the week. you should try it, maybe that could put an end to my next subject....

- GLOBAL WHINING. Enough. Seriously. Your life is not that bad. and if it is, please look at all the negativity you are exuding. You ARE what you THINK. and if you in a constant state of 'Woe is me' guess whats going to happen? you got it. and whatever, even if it is so bad, why must you share that with the world on a constant basis and drag us down with you? "______ is having a terrible day. fml" " can this week go by any slower" GEEZUS! Make the best of it. but dont become the over-compensator either. Over-compersators :The people who will tell you how happy they are WORD FOR WORD. Im glad you are happy, but the question is, are you really? Okay, now Im being an obnoxious whiner two, oh the irony.

- Im currently reading Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Its not my average self-help book so its taking me some time to get into but it will be great to join the rest of civilization in conversation when this series of books is brought up. Lost, Da Vinci Code, Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, "David After Dentist", just a few things you gotta know, you know?

okay. im done. until next time.......

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