It’s Holly

Well, it’s official. Baby bird is flying the coop! I signed my lease and got my keys yesterday, so I’m officially moving in. Officially.

Holy shit… I’m moving out.

It doesn’t seem real yet. I know this is no big whoop for most of you, but this is my first time not living with family. It’s kinda scary! I got my cable going and my gas and electric, so (hopefully), I won’t be in the dark. I have to buy toilet paper. I can’t forget toilet paper. Any other essentials I need for the first official move-in? Let me know – ’cause I sure don’t.

Housewarming details coming soon! Tentatively scheduled for May 15th.

I don’t have many girlfriends. Only two, actually – Kelly and Stephanie. Now Kelly is, self-admittedly, the whitest white girl ever. She also happens to know every word to every 50 Cent song ever made. Ever. Which, in turn, makes her the blackest whitest white girl I’ve ever known. This is the text message I get from her yesterday:

“I now own the 50 Cent and The Game CD. I also purchased the Wiggles greatest hits. Needless to say the guy @ Target was really confused.”

I’m gonna guess the Wiggles was for her son, Ty. But then again, Kelly is white. And white people do weird shit. But that’s why I love her. And hHer stomach is a bottomless pit. Here’s a good example:

This weekend we went to look at furniture for my new apartment. She’d never had the swedish meatballs at Ikea, so of course, we had to go. Her stomach had already been hurting from her evil grandmother’s chicken fried steak the night before, and in her own words, her “ass was leaking”. LOL But off to swedish meatball land we went, anyway… bork bork bork.

She eats a couple meatballs, a few bites of potato and some of that funky lingonberry sauce they give you, and her stomach is tore the fuck up – yet she perseveres. We drive up to Encinitas and she’s determined to buy me some Reef flip-flops (her attempt to make me “whiter”). But they didn’t have my size. Tillys (where we went to see the Reefs) is right by our favorite sushi place. We had been talking about sushi all day… about how long it had been since we hadn’t had any. So I said “You’re stomach’s messed up, you sure you wanna go to Sushi on the Rock?” Her response “I can’t believe you’re ASKING me if i WANT to eat SUSHI!!!”. So, off we went to Sushi on the Rock.

Three rolls later, Kelly’s stomach was fucked the fuck up. A couple hours later, I’m thinking we might go out downtown and meet some folks for drinks, but plans changed, blah blah blah, and Kelly is doubled over in my car with gas stomach cramps from hell. So what does she say?

Kelly: Dairy always makes my stomach feel better.
Holly: WHAT?! Dairy tears up everyone’s stomach!!!
Kelly: I want a chocolate chip calzone. Let’s go to Claim Jumper.
Holly: Shut the fuck up. Are you serious?!?

…and off we went to Claim Jumper. And we sat in the bar and got a chocolate chip calzone with ice cream – which we didn’t finish half of (Kelly: “waaay too much chocolate, not enough pastry”). Now she can barely get up, but supposedly, the dairy made her feel better (note: it didn’t). That finally ended the night, and I took her back to her car. I had to roll her ass out.

And that’s why I love Kelly. She’s a ride or die, eat until I’m dizzy kinda girl.

Here are the befores
the studio
I told you it was small. Kelly and I begin painting Sunday.

So I went to Urban Outfitters this weekend and bought a whole bunch of cool stuff to keep aroudn your desk when you’re board at work. I got sticky sumo wrestlers, a pig catapult, and an action figure Jesus (with posable arms and gliding action) – pictured left. I don’t know where the sticky sumos are. They’ve already been lost. Probably somewhere in my afro-mess of a hairstyle. So now I have Jesus and some catapulting pigs to keep me company. They’re stratigically placed on top of my monitor. It’s fun times.

So I’ve had this plant on my desk for damn near two months. The little flower buds kept falling off. I felt like a failing plant parent. Then I came in this morning, and low and behold:

I got a bloom, bitch!

Meet my Gardenia plant. I named her “Gardenia” (how appropriate, huh?). So I’ve been watering her and taking her outside for sun… and the leaves kept turning yellow and little flower buds would just fall the fuck off. I was discouraged. Highly discouraged. And now I have a little fragrant flower. I’m such a proud plant parent. Maybe I should start talking to her. Does that work? She’s looking a lot healthier now, though. Keep “Gardenia” in your prayers.

Officially deemed the new love of my life, ladies and gentleman, is John Legend.

If you haven’t heard his CD yet, you’re a fool. A damn fool. It came out a while ago, and I’ve had it for a while, so no, I’m not jumping on the “John Legend is cool because he’s opening for Alicia Keys” bandwagon. I been liked him. lol

So, if any of you know John Legend, I’d appreciate an introduction. I’m going to see him with Stephanie when he comes to San Diego in August. Hell, I might have to catch the LA shows, too. Damn that’s a good CD. Definitely a 5 out of 5.

In other CD news…

Mariah Carey’s new CD is actually good. It’s not all Charmbraclet-y or Rainbow-ish. It actually has substance! Go Mariah! But she kinda startin’ to look like Beyoncé, ain’t she? She’s like… Maraiancé. She pretty much lost my interest after Butterfly. It was all downhill after that. But this new CD is good. For those hesitant to buy the whole CD and just want the best tracks off if iTunes, I recommend the following:

Classic Mariah ballads: We Belong Together (the lastest single) and Joy Ride (my favorite song on the CD), and Mine Again
Uptempo stuff she usually can’t pull off but manages to do pretty well: It’s Like That (the first single), Say Somethin’ (i don’t know why I like this one. it’s just catchy!), and Your Girl.

It’s one of those “i don’t really ahve to skip any songs” CDs. Well, maybe the one with Twista, just because he’s kinda annoying sometimes, but other than that, I give it a 3 out of 5.

Hi.

I’m a little out of control. (UPDATED 4/14 – By popular request, I’ve deleted unnecessary items. Thanks Damon… I *thought I needed a cake server, but apparently my finger and a butter knife does the trick,too!)

I like a lot of stuff. And I’m pretty sure not even half of this would find room in my apartment, but I want it all anyway. Feel free to buy me what you wish. There are a lot of reasonably priced items, if I do say so myself.

I know, I know… “Holly, do you really need all of that crap?!”

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Hell fuckin’ yeah I need all that crap! That’s why it’s on my registry! It’s my first time moving out, and I need the essentials. And these, my friends, are the essentials

So help a sista out. I’ll be living off of Top Ramen and Spam for the rest of my adult life. At least make it so I can enjoy my TR and Spam in a comfortable, inviting environment.

..to that deluxe eapartment, in the skyy-hiii-hiiii

Yes, I’m finally up and outta my momma’s house. Can you believe it? Beginning May 1st (maybe sooner), I’m officially a grown up. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures.

Many have recommended a house warming party, but considering I’m moving into a studio apartment, I’d have to make the party in shifts. 3 people over at a time. That’s just the way it’s gotta be. Let me know if you’d like to participate… I’ll give you a list of things I still need. I should start a registry.

Mom took me shopping this weekend and we got the basics taken care of – dishes, utensils, glasses, pots/pans – bascially anything having to do with eating. Thanks mom

Still need a sofa… any takers?!