I thought this was super sweet. I want a JAY Z to complete my life too, man. Ps it was super cute when Beyonce sang Single Ladies, and, as she had her left hand up, she pointed to her wedding ring, smiled and made did the Jay Z sign. Love #Bonnie&Clyde2003 ! (Taken with Instagram at Revel)

Jay Z, Kanye, and Kevin Hart’s booth. Ah, starstruck, (Taken with Instagram at Ovation Hall)

Part of the set list for Beyonce’s show at Revel tonight. Excited! Just a couple more hours! (Taken with instagram)

I’ve recently run into more trouble with family and the subject of time.

I knew this was coming AGAIN. But, in all honesty, I thought I was making an effort. I thought whatever time I had waaa honestly going to them.

It’s difficult to be working practically full time and going to school/clinical/studying almost everyday. And nursing school is hard. I barely have time, but I’ve been trying! Trying to have time for them, and trying to have time for myself.

It’s difficult. I’m having a rough time.

They think I’m selfish and irresponsible.

But, c’mon, let’s think about the situation and get some understanding on the line.

During a typical week, I go to school on Monday and Thursday for class. Tuesday and Wednesday are clinical days. Then let’s factor in 36-40hours of work. That means either I take 2 eight hour shifts during the week on top of 2 twelve hour shifts on the weekend. or ill work 3 12 hour shifts in 3 straight days (Friday-sunday). Also, I need to study and sleep. Somehow, I do like to fit in 6 or so hours of sleep at night. I need it.

And then there’s family time. Well, my kuyas days off are tues and weds, and, usually, by the time I get home, they’ve already left the house to do something together. Or, in most cases, I need to nap and then go off and study the rest of the day.

And I need time for myself. Time to possibly spend with friends. Which, in all honesty, comes rare these days.

Sigh.

Then they if ignore my efforts. Don’t talk to me when I’m in the room or underestimate me. Pushing me away some more.

Sigh stress.

If the vast majority of the people in my life were to walk away at this very moment, I wouldnt care unless YOU were a part of that majority.

I’d be a hypocrite to say “I don’t know why.” So I’ll say the truth: I’d rather live a million days with you and fight and scream and bicker amd hate and cry and laugh and experience a whirlwind of unnecessary emotions in a five minute span than spend it with someone who doesn’t know how much I hate dirty old socks and why that shit alone could have the potential to end a friendship with me.

Run on sentence done.

But that’s how it is.

When the last million years with you has been one long run on sentence that will hopefully never have a period - just a whole bunch of commas and “and’s”.

In my life, I loved YOU more.

Spent my day with @thehungryhipo.

Random “Jaymee, come visit me” texts always get me, especially when I don’t feel like doing my actual work. So hint, never plan a week before hand with me. ask me on the spot to hang out.

We had lunch at Taquiero’s, where I ordered plato de chuleta and a Dos Equis to drink. The plato de chuleta, which is just a fancy spanish way of me saying pork pork chops with rice and beans, was really good. The sauce they used to marinate the pork chops tastes oddly familiar though. It tasted like sinigang; therefore, I HAD to like it. What made the meal was the bottle of Dos Equis. It was my first time trying it, and I LOVED it. I can only say that about a few beers, mostly bc a lot of beer taste the same. Lately, I had been drinking a lot of IPAs, but I think i’m gonna start ordering Dos Equis now. Yummy!

Right after we headed to to Amelia’s Bistro to have some good old Mac and cheese. The overpriced Mac and cheese was ayyyyyte. I enjoyed the complimentary hummus more. I also ordered a Mai tai, which was pretty strong but still good. The waiter even asked if it was too strong. If he knew it was strong, then, shit yo, no wonder my entire felt hot all over and I turned red instantly. All in all, I def want to come back there.

Ended the day with my usual - sitting at my favorite bench and walking around what was once the train stop at Liberty State Park. I love Liberty State Park. So gorgeous. NYC skyline will never get old. I thank Darrell for introducing me to that park two years ago, and, as always, I said, “This place makes me want to move to JC.” This time, however, I did not end with Korean quesidillas from the Krave Truck. Instead, I went to Babo and bought me a green tea gelato to eat while I watched the sunset and talked about how much I hated nursing with Darrell and how much I fucking miss Rutgers life and how being an adult sucks balls.

The Dooms Diary’s take on nursing.

amen.  LOL.

I’ve only been running regularly the last 3 days. The first day was horrendous, second day was better and today was a lot more tolerable. I could’ve gone longer, but I’m afraid the rain will catch up with me with my bad luck. I can’t afford to get sick with my busy schedule, and by that I mean I can’t get sick before Beyonce on Saturday.

I figure once I get into better shape and build up more endurance, I can cut that into half the time for two miles.

My need to get into shape is just me wanting to become awesome and because I’m afraid to be an unhealthy, sedentary fart like these 40 something year old women in the future. I’d rather not have diabetes, cardiovascular disease and edematous ankles.

Just no.

To our chubster,

Happy Baptism, Jacob Criz!

I may not be the biggest advocate in religion, but I sure do hope that you grow up to become a man with good morals and values. A man with respect for who and what you are; who raised you; and, most importantly, who you grow up to believe in.

But, for now, you are my adorable chubster.

Go Team Jacob!