You can't always get what you want...

....but sometimes you get what you need? IDK about all that, but heres my life recently to get you up to speed. So Thursday, after pulling myself out of the mourning of Ron Burgundy, I went to see Batman for closure/coffee. I of course was looking adorable, because I wanted to have the aura about me that says " I look good, I mean really good. Feast your heart out! Oh, whats that? you miss me? Yeah, I'd miss me too" I strutted into Barnes and Noble where we've had many a deep conversation and make out sessions and felt ready to come out on top. Batman's first words were "wow, you look nice" to which I proudly walked over to the counter and ordered my espresso. We settled at a table, and had small talk. Then, I dropped it on him and asked why he disappeared on me out of nowhere. His response made me realize he is a man child, with a lot of emotional and social immaturity. He merely said "I got busy with work, and was getting busy" REALLY????? so I told him thats not a reason, and he replied "Just call me Harry Houdini" I ended the convo with "Well Mr Houdini, Im glad I was able to assist you in perfecting your disappearing act, I hope you got something out of it". Hello, closure. I usually dont go seeking out closure, but with him I needed it. And damn it, I got it! He couldnt even give me a real reason as to why he dumped me. I walked away that night feeling on top of the world knowing I am better off with out him, and was hoping he would never call or text me (or email me) again.

And thats all I have to say about that. So Friday I took my final for the worst class ever. I think I may have done better than I did on the midterm,but there is still a really good chance of me failing. OH WELL. So I spent the better part of this weekend studying my tail off for GI. Saturday night, Carrie came and saved me and took me for pizza at a place I have been wanting to try up the street. We ate all but 2 slices of an extra large pizza, and wolfed down the AMAZING garlic bread. Our super cute (and super young) waiter decided we are his second favorite customers and he sat and talked to us for probably an hour. He was adorable. And super sweet (as well as awkward). I just may have to go back in to flirt with him again. He surfs. And was an extra in movie. Just call me Mrs. Robinson, because Im gonna rock (not rob) that cradle!!

I should probably buy this book.

So last night I slept at the meathead household, and met one of their new girlfriends. She is super nice. I am glad they are happy. Today I took the GI final, and I think it went ok. I hope. No time to dwell, have another final and a practical tomorrow. I spent all day in a study room, wanted to eat my own hair. Then, as the night wound down, I found out that Ron Burgundy would be home so I could get the fancy tupperware I left at his house. The whole ride to his house I was nervous, sad, and had a pit in my stomach. Will he invite me in? will he smile? Will I end up staying? Thank God he had plans to go watch football, because it made it very easy to have a short trip. I tried SO HARD to hide the pain on my face when I saw him, and Im not sure I did a good job of it. He was so friendly, hot as usual, and smiling. I miss him. SO FREAKIN MUCH. I took the fancy tupperware and bolted out of there, and got in my car before he could see the first tear. Its going to be a LONG TIME until I find peace and closure with this. And I have a feeling over winter break when I am bored and lonely I will find myself thinking about him everyday until I break down and tell him how much i miss him and need to see him, in which case I will probably hang out with him, and fall in love all over again. Lord give me strength. I also know that because Im "mourning this loss" that I am no where ready to meet someone new. I dont even want to. I do want to go out Friday night, get wasted and shake my ass all over the club. That however, is neither here nor there. Ron Burgundy, you have such a hold on me. Its crippling. 

Tasty Men Thursday

Im a day late. I know. Please excuse my crazy, as I was studying for an exam. To make up for it, I present to you (by request) Jake Gyllenhaal!

delicious!

Is that shirt coming off or being put on?

Baby its cold outside!

kinda love the buzzcut 

Again, is the shirt coming off? or the pants going down??

A God amongst men

Woman Empowerment Wednesday

I need some empowerment today. I dont have any to give. I know. This is a shocker, right? Well today I feel like this:

Of course probably the biggest stress Ive had all semester occurs this week, when we start exam season. My stomach is in knots, I cant focus and I just want to cry, and chain smoke (Im not even a smoker really) and drink bottles of wine. Why? Well, hang on to your seats. So Monday was ECG exam. I wish all exams were as straight forward as that one. Here's to maybe getting 100% on a med school exam! I decided to see Ron Burgandy Monday night. We hung out, and laughed, giggled and cuddled as usual. In the morning, my life changed. Tuesday morning was almost too much to handle. So what happened? Well, things got a little out of hand. I have never snapped at him like I did, but for lack of details, he goofed. BIG TIME. So we had gotten ourself into a little mess, but he was a stand up guy and resolved the issue. All day in the forefront of my brain was what am I going to do about my relationship with him. It was time we revisited an ultamatum: Date me like a proper woman or we cant be friends. This friends with benefits thing KILLS me because I want more from him so badly. AND I know he is emotionally involved with me too, but it just hasnt happened. So I stayed with him last night because we both were nervous and scared of the rectification route we chose to "right our wrongs" if you will. This morning I woke up, cuddled with him, walked out the door and cried. I just let it all out. The past 24 hours has been a complete emotional rollercoaster. I dont cry. I always say emotions arent real. But today, they exist. I sent him a text saying he needs to decide. And he responded that right now his focus is on business and not on women, but he doesnt want to lose my company and friendship and is afraid to date me because ill end up disappointed with this commitment since his focus is his business and career. I respect that. But it still stabs me. I told him I cant be friends with him and see him because of how I feel about him and he told me to take some time away and see if we can work it out. I dont want to. I want him to tell me how Im his priority. Its not happening. I dont want to be friends with him, I want time apart to detox and forget about him. 

So here I am, with ITS (Irritable Tears Syndrome....kinda like IBS but not involving my butt). The last time I cried was watching the Kardashian wedding. I cant focus. Oh, AND THEN, I check my email yesterday and lo and behold, BATMAN emailed me. I will copy and paste it for you so you can read it in all its glory ( i will annotate in parenthesis):

"Monica,

I think you shot me a text message a few days back (Nope, no I didnt. It was a few weeks back. Way to keep up with time). I've been through three phones since then so you'll have to forgive the fact it took me a while to figure out that you did and since your number was on the phone that. Broke I had to figure out whose number it was.(couldnt you have simply texted me back..."Im sorry I have a new phone...who is this?" instead of just NOT responding....you are such a liar) I have horrible phone luck. How are you doing? How's classes? I'm packing to move to sheridan (awesome. Closer to me) and I've been working on my legal process class in my free time. Work has died down recently so I'm back working 10 _ 11 hrs... normalcy. 

I am off to sleep, (I was up late last night)

Hope all is well with you. Drop me a line when you can - H"

Seriously????? ugh. I wrote back that all is well with me. Im playing the nice card. Does he NOT realize he dumped me out of nowhere a month ago???? Whatever, it was just the icing on the cake yesterday. I hate men. Sigh. Why why why why why? Ok, I feel a little better now after venting about my crappy day. The tears I shed typing this have dried. Maybe Ill find some empowerment squatting today at the gym to write about. Sorry if I totally put a downer on your day.

My Body Hates Me

Yep, no joke. It HATES me. I love it though. It carried me 15 miles today. As some of you know, Im training for the ING Miami Half Marathon and have been working hard at it. My plan was to up my long run today to 6 miles. Well, Carrie and I ended up walking a whole 15 miles! From Pompano to Deerfield. Down A1A. And, all I had to eat today was toast and 3 cups of coffee. At the end, I felt fatigued, aching everywhere, starving, dehydrated and delerious. But damn it, I walked 15 miles. Watch out ING! If I can walk 15 I sure as hell can run your 13.1. Although, this is pretty much my thoughts of the walk today:

So this weekend was fun. I ran with Brit on Friday, and studied ALL night long. Yesterday I lifted at the gym, saw my dad, had dim sum for lunch with my amazing brother and went to an informational dinner on rotations. Im pretty sold on applying for the Alabama site. I know its 8 hours from home, but I think I am ready for a life change. I have no troubles adapting to new people and environments, and quite honestly am tired of South Florida. I love the weather and the beach, but  HATE the materialistic fake atmosphere. Im ready to live in a place with good ol boys and sweet tea on the porch. So hopefully I get assigned there, and Ill be moving after boards in June. EXCITING!! Then I studied EKG til 12:30 with my classmate (out exam is tomorrow. yuck). Today I woke up early and went to church with my school friends to see Anthony Evans. He makes me sweat and have heart palpitations. SO HOT. I love him. oh, and he can sing. But honestly, I dont care about his voice. I mean I do, but Ill still love and lust over him when he cant sing anymore (which is why he should just marry me)

Tomorrow starts the race to december. 3 weeks, 8 finals. And Im so ready for December 2nd. Bring it finals!

Tasty Men Thursday

Today, I visit a hottie thru the years, Senor Mario Lopez!!

id give my kidney to be on that boat

He's a finisher, alright!

one for mario, one for me

awwwwwwwwwww

Zach has NOTHING on Slater

Women Empowerment Wednesday

Ladies, I have found the secret to eternal happiness. I am about to tell you about how you can have a relationship that is always faithful, loving, and lasts a lifetime. This love will knock your socks off, encourage you daily, and take you places you only dreamt about. And the most amazing thing about this relationship, is it is with yourself. Now, I know I may sound crazy so hear me out here. I have preached millions of times to my best friends that you will never EVER be happy with someone else in a relationship until you are happy with yourself. And I believe this whole heartedly. Life will never go your way until you decide to take responsibility for yourself, love yourself, and put yourself and your well being first. A man cannot give you any of this (or woman if you swing that way).

An awesome misconception society has drilled into us is true love with a partner is like two halves becoming one. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! When you enter into any relationship (friendship, working, or romantic) you must be a whole person. If you are a "half" person, you will forever rely on the other half to be whole and complete. You will never do anything by yourself, or for yourself, because you will always be consulting the other half. The beauty of love is when two whole people, who know who they are, what they are, where theyve come from, and where they are going, blend together, remaining individuals that enhance each others wholeness. These are the healthy, lasting relationships.
But you cannot even begin to achieve that level of intimacy and happiness with another person until you have achieved it with yourself. Be intimate with yourself (and if that involves a vibrating apparatus, well so be it). Ladies, we need to know ourselves. When I look in the mirror, I see more than myself, with brown hair, brown eyes, apple cheeks and a chunky waistline. I see a beautiful, intelligent, honest, dedicated, driven, compassionate future doctor. I see love, caring, wit, Independence and grace. I have no imperfections, no matter what Cosmo, Hollywood or the BMI scale tells me. This is the nirvana we as women should be encouraged to achieve. Its not easy to achieve, nor is it easy to maintain. Trust me. Ive been emotionally and verbally beaten by men who said theyve loved me. Ive been dumped on, felt inadequate and misled by a lot of people. But I dont let that change who I am. Unlike a man, I love myself, everyday, no matter what. I will never leave me for a prettier woman, or a greedy business venture. I will never harm myself, physically or emotionally, and I will always go to bed, and wake up, with me. We are the only lasting relationship we can guarantee ourselves; we should nurture this relationship.

say it loud, say it proud. I love myself!

So this brings me to the posed question of why I am attempting to give up Ron Burgundy (which, btw, I did spent the night with him Monday night, and I told him what a jerk I thought he was, and how I feel like he treats me like crap...he agreed, apologized, and said it would get better). You see, I love him. I really do. But loving him also means I have to beat my own emotions down, because I cant express them. Being in his life means I put him first, and me second, and I start to neglect the permanent, irreplaceable relationship Ive built with myself. My brain and good sense tells me this goes against everything I believe in. I cant be in any sort of relationship with him because I cant be a whole person in it; Im down graded to a half person, reliant on his assurance that Im good enough. Its not healthy nor conducive to my relationship with me. Now my heart totally hates this idea. I wont be in Burgundy rehab anytime soon, I know this. He could text me right now and Id drop everything to cuddle with him and spend time with him. But by deleting him from my facebook and my phone, the process has begun. In time, the more distance I place between him and I , the more whole I become again, until I realize, yet again, I will always be good enough to be loved by myself.

bows, hoes, healthfairs and hotties

Well, this weekend was a shitshow. An awesome one. Let's start Friday. Friday was bows and hoes night!!! It was amazeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ing. Me and Charlotte shopped a little and had some quality bestie time. Then we met up with the rest of the Sex and the City girls and the Geisha. Had some dinner at my favorite restaurant, and got complimented on our bows! We are adorable. This is NOT up for debate. We then convinced our Geisha to 30 minutes at blue martini with us. (This was at 10 pm or so) We all left around midnight. Yep, it was a good ol time of objectifying men (oldies, firefighters, bouncers, you know, thats how we roll) and drinking oh so delicious martinis. We even took control of the photographer's camera and produced this little gem:

Gangster, I know. So I stayed the night at Carrie's (didnt arrive there til 2 am bc of a miscommunication with my mother which I prefer to not revisit right now). I had to be up at 6:45 to get to the Delray Healthfair on time. So I rushed to get ready, and ran down the stairwell of her building to get to my car. I found myself locked in a windowless cement hallway, and wasnt sure how to get out. I wanted to at this point sit down and cry. So I called Carrie to bail me out and even though her phone was on silent, intuition told her to check it. She got me to my car, and off I went to the healthfair. I saw some patients, made a new friend in my class, and scarffed down some delicious Haitian food. Havent had homecooked griol and pikliz since my trip to Haiti in March. My belly was happy. Then I went to my moms and napped with my kitties. Post nap, mom made me dinner, then bailed on our Journey tribute concert. I headed home, but didnt wanna go home. I know Ron Burgundy had plans, so I called Carrie (shes ALWAYS up for wife mischief). I went to her house, and we ended up at our favorite little beach pub, The Briny.We went and were (as usual) the prettiest, youngest girls there. We had an encounter with a sociopath who told me he met me last weekend in Ft. Lauderdale (he did not), that he did me last weekend (he DEFINITELY did not), he was a boat captain (another lie) and he liked me better than Carrie (this was after he told her we wanted to break her eye glasses). To our rescue came a middle aged Bostonian with an awesome accent. He wasnt creepy, just saw two young girls being made very uncomfortable by a whack job. We talked to him and his friend all night, and decided to cash out and go home. And our receipt looked like this:

I love the Briny bartenders. We are apparently hotties.

Today, we went for a 5.6 mile walk down A1A and it was glorious!!!!!! Such a gorgeous day. We talked about all sorts of stuff, and I trespassed onto someones dock on their intracoastal property to be a badass. Perfect day. Perfect weekend. Back to the reality of med school tomorrow??? NOOOOOOOOOOO! I dont want it.

I also did something therapeutic today. I deleted Burgundy from my FB and phone. It makes me crazy to know he is doing things without me, and I need to get over him. So if he texts me, then Ill talk to him. Otherwise, I have no way of contacting him or seeing what he is up to. And its better for my mental health that way.