This is our daughter Laura...and this is our other daughter, Laura's sister

I came across an article on MSN that was talking about "birth order myths" and I thought it was pretty interesting. While they said that birth order isn't a definite predictor of success, happiness, etc... they did say that each birth order spot had some glaring personalities.

If you're the oldest, you're probably:

* Most likely to succeed

* Most conscientious and reliable

* Conservative

* Self-critical

* A perfectionist

* Able to enjoy the company of older people

* The link between your parents and siblings

In addition, oldest children are:

* Seldom allowed to be just kids--their parents continually push them ahead and expect the most from them

* Often dethroned by younger siblings

* Convinced their siblings will outshine them

If you're the middle child, you're probably:

* A compromiser and negotiator

* The silent rebel against the family's values

* The one with the most friends, an effective team player

* Reticent, but dream of being catapulted to greatness

* Part of the woodwork, unless finally given a position of outright command

Middle children are also:

* Well aware they are frequently bypassed and upstaged by older or younger sibs

* Often eager to carve out a unique spot in the family, whether positive or negative

* Likely to be compelled to move away from the family to establish a secure spot among their peers.

If you're the youngest child, you're probably:

* Compelled to make a contribution to the world

* A show-off who enjoys the limelight

* Both a charmer and a rebel--endearing one minute, hard to deal with the next.

* Often the family clown.

* Creative.

Youngest children are also:

* Often stuck doubting the validity of their perceptions because they were often laughed at or not taken seriously.

* Likely to be compelled to do what the older children haven't.

I have two younger sisters and comparing myself and them to these traits--they seem pretty accurate, except I will never be dethroned.

Call me

I watched that Heidi Fleiss movie last night starring Jamie-Lynn DiScala as Madame Heidi. I had no expectations coming in to this but I thought that Jamie did a pretty good job portraying her. I dont know about anyone else who watched it, but if the goal of this flick was to turn anyone off to the lifestyle of a big time prostitute/madame...I dont think it really worked. I think the movie made the whole thing seem like not that big of a deal and actually pretty glamorous. I know they added in the coke snorting and all that to show some "life going down the tubes" drama, but I think overall it pretty much showed her life being all lollipops and gummy bears. I never really gave Heidi Fleiss a second thought, but I came out of the movie thinking she was kind of badass. Of course what they didnt show was her life in prison in which she described as "going in as Barbie and coming out as G.I. Joe"....but thats probably part of the movie I wouldnt want to see anyways. I think I am still scarred from the prison rape in American History X. As far as this movie being something that USA network can air...they pushed the envelope as far as the sex scenes, but I think it was fun to see Jamie in a slutty role- diversity in acting is good in my book. I'm still surprised that Heidi never "named names". I actually think its pretty cool of her. I can only imagine who's in that little black book.

One acceptance down, one to go

Well congratulations are in order for my best friend Ann who got accepted into NYU's masters program for education, woohoo!!

As for me, you guessed it, I'm still "pending" with Fordham. Well I was as of Friday anyways. I want to call today, but I feel bad enough that those admissions people already know me by name. It's been 3 long weeks since my interview, I guess another week wont kill me.

I feel so much pressure now to get in its crazy. If I go to my mailbox and there is a "small envelope" from Fordham....that scream heard across the U.S.--yep that will be me. I'm actually terrified of that moment. I guess its because I want it so bad.

Ok enough Fordham talk because its starting to make my granola bar come back up.

Did anyone see "Eternal Sunshine...." this weekend? I heard from one person it was really good.

Oh also...I was surprised to hear that three "stars" are now pursuing a music career: Tyra Banks, Paris Hilton, and Jada Pinkett-Smith. Interesting. I can actually see Paris Hilton being a good singer, Tyra Banks though...ehh. I just see her hopping around with her boobs flying out. So I guess thats not much different than our current pop stars, maybe she has a chance yet.

It had to end sometime

Well Tom Cruise and Penelope Cruz have apparently broken up, or did sometime in January. I'm not sure if this is good news or bad news or maybe just "news". I guess maybe its because since they initially started dating, they really haven't been in the limelight much, especially her. However, I think we all know what good this little courtship has done for Nicole Kidman's career. I have to admit, I was definitely more of a fan of hers and less of his during this whole thing. I know Penelope is beautiful and all, but seriously, look at Nicole, she's exquisite, especially in the last two years, I think she has really blossomed again. What's weird to me is that I know a good amount of people who don't even think Nicole Kidman is attractive. My boss saw her in a hotel lobby a few months ago and said she was just amazing looking and her skin was flawless. With Tom and Nicole single again, I can't help but wonder if there is the possibility of them ever being an item again. I'm not sure if I'd want to see Nicole back with him, but then again I can't really imagine her with anyone else.

So I have a question now.
Guys- who are you more attracted to, Nicole or Penelope?
Girls- if you could look like either one of them, who would you choose?

I can't decide- maybe Penelope, I don't know if I would like being as tall as Nicole.

All commercials should star Raoul

Old Navy officially makes the worst commercials EVER. Nothing inspires me to strangle something as much as those stupid people flilly flallying around in their stupid knit pullovers. "Well you boys are a 20" baaaaaaaaaaaarf, and then the stupid faces those twin guys make. Even if I was a desperate actress, an Old Navy commercial would come as a last resort to earn income. I'd rather do one of those std commercials. In my opinion these commercials are reversely effective. I hate them so much I refuse to buy anything Old Navy. The weird thing is, no matter how much I hate these commercials, I am almost compelled to watch them when they come on, even if it's just to stare in utter disbelief.

On a positive note, my most favorite commercial ever is that Gap commercial for the broken-in jeans, starring the sexiest man alive, Raoul Bova. Its the one where he keeps changing his shirt but not his jeans and keeps collapsing onto the bed as they are playing that "tempted by the fruit of another" song. I cant find clips of that commercial anywhere and Gap has taken it down off their site. However, I just saw his new commercial the other day, and he is just, well, I think this clip(tv ads- stressfree khakis) says it all.

Death to trucker hats

Well I read a little comment in a magazine yesterday made by JC Chasez (an Nsync'er turned solo, for those of you who dont know). Anyways, JC was commenting on Clay Aiken and his new album. I can't recall the quote exactly but it went something like "I'm not trying to be down on the guy, but I dont think I can take another Clay Aiken album"--except I think that sounds nicer than what he actually said. I'm not really a fan of the music of either of these two guys, but I do know one thing---if you're own music sucks, you shouldnt be out talking about how bad somebody elses' is. Has anyone heard the lyrics of the new JC songs? They are revolting and I really can't believe that whoever wrote them, is actually getting paid for it. examples:

"So many beautiful young people
That game is lethal, you don't have to kill them though"

and yet another-

"All day long I dream about sex
And all night long I think about sex
And all the time I think about sex with you"


Now Ive heard tons of bad lyrics before, but they are normally coupled with a good beat that distracts you, case in point, Britney. The thing about JC is that the beat sucks, the lyrics suck, and he really just sounds like some horny perv in all his songs. He isnt even cute anymore, what happened? He suddenly went from clean cut pop idol to nasty trucker roadkill. Those trucker hats should all be collected and burned.

This brings me to another thought. Justin Timberlake in movies. I think this could be interesting. His first real movie debut is going to be in "Edison" which is set to come out next year. This could either be really good for him or really bad. I remember watching some cheezy Disney movie with him in it years ago and he was just awful. You know how Chandler on Friends gets when he is suppose to be acting "serious" and it ends up just looking really gay, well thats how he was. Then again, that was a long time ago and he has certainly grown up. Plus with a cast of actors like Morgan Freeman and Kevin Spacey behind you, I would think failure would be a little further out of reach.

The mystery that is my brain

Ok, so lately I've been having really strange dreams that involve celebrities. I know that doesnt sound too odd, but the dreams are somewhat the same to a certain degree....

*they all take place in natural surroundings- a lake, a field, a forest

*they involve celebrities I rarely think about- Matt Damon, Leonardo Dicaprio, David Schwimmer --or really even find that attractive

*in all of these dreams we are a couple, the celebrity and I, and are completely enamored with each other

*we are always running from someone or some group of people, but in a very romantic/scandalous way....not like we are going to be killed or anything

So I cant say I'm upset I'm having these dreams, but it really makes me wonder what causes them, and why these certain people? I can't even remember the last time I even had a thought about Matt Damon, much less "Ross". I think those dream decoder things are a joke....I mean really, how would anyone know what would cause a certain person to dream of a certain thing? When I went through a span in which I only had dreams about alligators (dont ask) I tried looking up what this meant and I was told "Alligators most always symbolize a problem! To be surrounded by one means you have to choose one bad thing to get out of a lot of bad things." What crap, there was nothing going on at the time even remotely close to that.

I think it would be cool to be hypnotized. My friend went to this big show in Vegas and was hypnotized and when she viewed the tape later she couldnt believe it had happened. I was watching the tape with her a few months later and passed out in the middle of when he was "putting them under", and I remember thinking it was so hard to stay awake, even though it wasnt late or anything. They were all convinced that even through the tape I was becoming hypnotized. I think it would be a cool experience, I never really believed in it until I saw how my friend reacted to it. I wonder if all that spiritual weird stuff is real, like tarot cards, mediums, etc. I still am really shocked by the stuff that the palm reader in Soho knew about me. We had just done it for fun, but we all left kind of freaked out. She out of nowhere told my friend that she had been in an abusive relationship for a few years and was now with the right person. She told her that this abusive person came back into her life recently, but just for a moment. The weird part was, she HAD been in an abusive relationship, hadnt heard from the guy in years, was now in a good relationship, and getting engaged, but 2 days earlier had run into the previous guy while out shopping. See...that just doesnt make sense to me, but maybe I'm not suppose to understand it.

Enough already

It's been two weeks since my interview and still "a decision has not been made yet" with regards to my acceptance/denial to Fordham. This is really starting to drive me nuts. I was thinking about it, and this whole MBA journey started back in September of last year. That's 7 months! No wonder it feels like forever, it has been. I'm getting to the point where the whole "new york city dream" occupies much of my day. I constantly talk about it with my friend, who is awaiting a letter from NYU, and suddenly we are talking about what we will do in the winter to stay in shape there--and neither of us even have a clue if we are in or not. I guess Im just sick of being in limbo. I need to plan. Its part of the "nerd me". I can't stand not knowing what state I will be living in 5 months from now. It really doesnt help that I am on a conference call for about a billion hours today and continuing on all week. When you're on a webcast and the slide says "slide 4 of 85" you know its going to be a loooong day. I think I need a vacation, some place like Hawaii sounds nice or maybe just even a cruise. I have no plane tickets pending to anywhere, which is unusual for me, but I guess its all part of the new "thrifty" Laura until I know if I need to save for school or not. Paying rent and a half next month is just going to be crazy fun, not to mention my new moving expenses. April is going to be a bitch...feel free to buy me stuff.

Freaky Friday

My boss took me out to lunch for no reason.

My missing black suit jacket reappeared.

The womens bathroom has a very strong "fresh cookies and brownies" smell.

I received an email containing this and only this:

"cargo bay around satiate related to tomato, and anomaly about brainwash dust bunny living with hockey player.He called her Deena (or was it Deena?).Where we can secretly fall in love with our photon.And sanitize the dark side of her fire hydrant.inside waif procrastinates, and bowling ball behind jersey cow hesitates; however, inferiority complex of make a truce with.constance bismarck attune postmaster cellophane boat."

Beat that.

For all of you not in Florida, or any other currently warm state, I'll be at the beach all weekend, so be jealous, be very very jealous. Ciao :)

Oh Enrique, you poor little lamb

So I dont know if its true or not, but supposedly Enrique Iglesias is engaged to Anna Kournikova. Now I dont really keep up with news on Miss Thang, but could you really want to marry someone who makes comments like:

"If you saw me with my clothes off, you'd see that my body is in great shape and ready to take on the world. I could snap my fingers and have any man I wanted, but I have too much respect for myself for that.''

Yet she doesnt have enough respect for herself not to make arrogant statements. This quote was supposedly an answer to the question if she had split up from Enrique, but please tell me how that even remotely answers the question. It's like you asking me, "So Laura, hows work going?" and I respond "Well I'm hot and all these guys want my body, and trust me its a good body, but Im not like that" OOkkkk.
I never even imagined this girl settling down anytime soon, isnt she like 22? She just seems too immature and like she still wants so many other guys. Oh Enrique, youve got your hands full.

All work and no play makes Laura a dull girl

So I have this new thing that I can't watch anything scary now that I live alone. I always tend to freak myself out with regards to ghosts and all that. I am still unable to sleep with my bed facing a mirror because I use to have a fear that I would wake up in the middle of the night and open my eyes and see something in the mirror. Weird, I know.

A lot of movies have scared me, but there are only a few that really freaked me out.

1) The Shining --for obvious reasons. Also, I actually went to the hotel/lodge that was the model for the one in the movie, its in California. It was pretty eerie.

2) IT -- I watched this for the first time in 5th grade and then had to walk home at dusk. I couldnt take my eyes off the sewer drainage things the whole time. For years I would glance at the drain while taking a shower.

3) The Devil's Advocate -- Looking back, this movie was more "freaky" than scary, but at the time it did the trick. I always think that scary movies with religious connections are the most frightening.

4) The Exorcist -- Now up until I was about 18, I had never seen this movie. So my whole family decided to get it one night and I was thinking, this wont be scary, its old and probably not believable. Well I watched the whole thing and then everyone went off to bed. Yeah. I paid my sister $5 to sleep in a bean bag in my room that night.

5) The Ring -- This has been my most recent scare. I saw this with Brian and was completely freaked out by the whole thing. I think it was the imagery of that tape that got me and that girl with her long black hair that covered her face, ugh. I dont think I went to be bed before 5 am that night, Brian, however,slept perfectly. In my current apartment my bed faces my closet door that I leave open, and occassionally I freak myself out by glancing at my closet while in bed and thinking that girl will be standing in there, with her hair all wet and then start doing that scary walk towards my bed. Its not that I TRY to scare myself, its just an inevitable thought when you are home alone.

There are a few movies that I havent seen and that I am hesitant to see unless I watch them when I am going to be spending the night with someone. Ive been told that "Cabin Fever" was insanely scary and I really want to see "Taking Lives". I also saw a commercial for that Stephen King miniseries "Kingdom Hospital" and the only thing that is scarier to me than a ghost is a little girl ghost who is mean. No way in hell I could watch that.

What is the movie(s) that scared the crap out of you?

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

So I got the mail yesterday and noticed my roommates tax return had come. She's getting back like $750. Yea. You know how much I'm getting back? Oh about $150, which will probably go right into the expense of moving into my new place. Terrific. This whole thing just pisses me off. I make more money, and I get shit back. I know its not a new concept or anything ,but I guess since Ive been making hardly anything until now, Ive just always reaped the benefits of having a shit paying job. Spare me on the "well wait until you make more and then you have PAY the gov't" because my dad already gave me that lecture. I guess I shouldnt be complaining, I'm still yet to hear from the leasing office about their "mistake".

So its St. Patrick's Day and I'm Irish. I feel like I should be doing something festive today, but instead I sit in my cube typing away to you people. My friend works for Friedman's jewelers in Savannah and the whole company gets the day off, bastards.

I came across this site yesterday. Wow, its mildly depressing , but defintitely entertaining. If you think YOU'VE had the worst date ever, make sure you read the horror stories section, they'll make you feel all warm and fuzzy.

Don't forget to punch anyone who isnt wearing green. Cheers!

Just when you thought you were more bored than I've been

I have to say first, that I have a great job with a great company, and I really do love it, but when you are the only IT person in the Marketing department, and no one questions or even understands what you do, well you can get pretty mischievious.

I also use to work in the web department of a university, which saw very little action and definitely a job where you got that "dear God, I can't take another hour" feeling, quite often.

Here are a few things, the university job included, that I have done to stay busy at work:

*gone through every, yes EVERY link on www.bored.com

*made multiple lists at various times: packing lists, shopping lists, my favorite movies lists, etc.

*reorganized my entire financial savings plan

*balanced my checkbook

*had 2 or 3 hour long IM sessions with friends

*blogged, and blogged, and blogged some more

*done my homework

*wandered all around campus while my boss was in a meeting

*done butt flexes at my desk

*wrote the basis of all three of my MBA application essays while in a "meeting"

*searched for: new apartments, airline tickets....yada yada yada

*planned out all my dinners for the week

*yesterday, made a list for Brian, of all my favorite postings on his blog.

*timed exactly how long it takes for a piece of trident gum to lose all flavor (roughly 6 minutes)

*planned exactly how I would seduce Christian Bale, if I ever had the chance, and if I looked like Heidi Klum


The funny thing about all this is that I'm a really good worker. I guess I just get my stuff done fast or something, I don't know. I know that most of you are in this same position, so what have you done to keep from falling asleep?

The seeds are out

Well for the first time since 1996, my alma mater, the University of Central Florida, has been invited back to the NCAA Tournament. We will be entering in as a 14 seed and going up against number 3 seed Pittsburg. Finally...something in UCF athletics to get excited about. Hopefully they'll make it through the first round and then things might get interesting.

On another note, at the Yankees/Braves game on Saturday, it was a little upsetting that barely any of the starters played. The Braves came on without their starting 3rd baseman, 1st baseman, and an outfielder, to name a few, and the Yankees were no different. Now it wasn't a big deal to me at all, still a really good game, but I felt bad for those kids who come so pumped to see these guys and they didn't play. Jeter just watched from the dugout the whole time while kids yelled and screamed for him. What's the point of that? Can't he even play for just an inning? I did get to see Braves closer John Smoltz come in for an inning and close out the 6th perfectly, so that was cool. Of course the highlight of the whole game was when the "special" boy in the wheelchair behind me coughed up part of a hotdog bun and it landed on my foot...can't beat that, gosh I love sports.

That's quite a mug

Ok well, I must say that I originally saw this article on another blog, however they were discussing the article, and I would rather discuss the picture of quite possibly the ugliest woman I've ever seen.
How the hell are people like this getting pregnant?

Instead of ranting and raving on this topic, I'll save that for the Yankees. I've got a baseball game to get to. Ciao.

Carnies, you know, carnival folk...smell like cabbage

Well up until now, a boy at my 8th grade school dance had held the prize for worst possible breath ever. The whole time we danced all I could smell was cabbage. Anyways, I thought that he would never be unseated from this title, but yet another contender has arrived today. I encountered someone who had what I like to call "old ham breath". Yea I'm not a fan of ham to start so this was by far utter torture.

So which was worse...the cabbage or the ham? Well in order to get a clear idea of what I am dealing with, follow these directions:

Cabbage: boil some cabbage, then find your stinkiest shoe and fill it with cabbage, place shoe in a box and put it in your car trunk on a hot day. At the end of the day, remove the cabbage have someone else chew it up and then blow in your face

Old Ham Breath: cook some ham, not honey ham, just plain old ham, and then leave a slab of it hanging from your porch for a few days, just long enough for it to get a few maggots or something on it. Take slab down, dont remove maggots, roll up like a burrito, then proceed with the eating and the blowing in the face

You be the judge

What a girl wants

You know what I would like to see?

*More movies with Jason Lee in them where he is not in a supporting role.

*A three digit number as my credit card balance.

*The Magic not suck anymore

*An acceptance letter from Fordham

*Someone besides me who thinks Elijah Wood is hot

*Pompeii

*French Toast every morning for breakfast

*A Dashboard concert where no one sings but Chris

* A snowy Christmas in Florida


Also, here is my guy tip for the day:
If a girl is walking by and as soon as she passes you turn around to check her out and make obscene gestures to your friends, make sure she isnt walking into a reflecting building.

Party of One

So I was thinking...

That sniper guy got the death penalty and that got me thinking about the last meal that they are given. Now as far as I know they can ask for pretty much anything they want, within reason, but I could be wrong. So I started thinking that if I was given a last meal before my trip to eternal damnation, I wonder what I would ask for.

I've narrowed it down to the following choices (assuming you cant ask for anything from a restaurant):

Fried Chicken, Mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and biscuits (hmm can you tell I was born in Georgia?)

Burritos- but my Dad would have to make them

Tortellini with that pink sauce

Chicken Salad Sandwich and a strawberry/papaya smoothie


What's on your menu?

**Oh and p.s.--to all of you who tell me you like reading my blog yet I have never seen a comment from you, here you go, this is an easy one, so lets take off our shy hats and step into the arena.

SEVEN

So after a conversation I had with a friend regarding her boyfriend who has no idea what hes doing in the bedroom...I was reminded of a "Friends" episode. Study up boys.

Monica: Now everybody knows the basic erogenous zones. (She starts labelling them) You got one, two three, four (Chandler is shocked to find out there’s more than three), five, six, and seven!

Chandler: (shocked) There are seven?!

Monica: (continuing) Now, most guys will hit uh, 1-2-3 and then go to 7 and set up camp.

Chandler: That-that’s bad?

Rachel: Well if you go to Disneyland, you don’t spend the whole day on the Materhorn.

Chandler: Well you might if it were anything like 7!

Monica: All right uh, the important thing is to take your time, you want to hit ‘em all, and you mix ‘em up. You gotta keep them on their toes.

Monica: All right. Umm, you could uh start out with a little 1, a 2, a 1-2-3, 3, 5, a 4, a 3-2, 2, a 2-4-6, 2-4-6, 4, (Rachel starts getting worked up) 2, 2, 4-7, 5-7, 6-7, 7, …7..…7…7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7…(mouths 7)! (They both lean back on the couch satisfied.)

Office Space

Ok, now Im guessing that this has happened to many of you since it is now the second job in which it happens to me. Its not a big deal, but I just dont get it. The cleaning people for some reason find some kind of joy in moving all the stuff around on my desk. At first I thought that they might just be moving it to clean, but nope, that is definitely not the case. It is quite obvious they do nothing to my area but change out the trashbags and even that is questionable at times. So why the meddling? What do they get out of walking over to my desk and moving my pen holder from the left side to the right side? Sometimes I find my post-it pads just sprawled out all over the place. Its not enough to complain, but its defintiely enough for me to wonder. Then I start to think that maybe one of the cleaning people has a little kid that comes with him/her while they clean because this person can't afford childcare and its the kid that messes up my desk...but then that just makes me sad. I would much rather imagine a nosy little old lady who just likes to piss me off.

Just when you thought you were safe....from rejection

A couple of things to know before this post:

1) highschool was gay and I pretty much dont talk to anyone I went to school with except a select few that I am still friends with

2)in highschool, even though I had the same boyfriend for half of it, I had a huge crush on this guy named Will for all 4 yrs

3)a friend of mine that I went to highschool with,Simon, whom I talk to now and then, just recently found out about this crush, and happens to be close with Will

So tonight Simon im's me and asks me if I want to talk to Will...and Im pretty surprised by all this and wondering whats going on--I havent seen or talked to Will in years. He then tells me Will is single and then sends me a chat invite. So I accept, then Will enters the chat and Simon goes "ok, talk to you guys later" and leaves. Ok wtf? We were both obviously thrown into this so we kind of dont know what to say. So of course the general pleasantries are exchanged and I surprise myself by starting to feel the giddyness I use to feel for him. So we are chatting and then he hits me with...."well it was really nice talking to you, but I have a huge test on Thursday and I need to study, lets keep in touch though". YEAH, mmhmm, test my ass. Is it possible I just got dissed by my highschool crush when I am 24 yrs old? Is that even allowed? It is very possible he did have to study, he is in pharmacy school, but come on....15 min into the convo, gimme a break. So in summation, just when you think all the highschool crush/rejection shit is over, it comes back to bite you in the ass---just in case you forgot how shitty it felt the first time.

*If I could wish for it to be any night tonight I would want it to be that Family Feud/Jeopardy night at Vintage on the Green--good friends, good wine. I miss college.

slick like that

Only I would find a way to drop a whole cup of applesauce right on the crotch of my khaki pants, while at work.

Come on God, I know you are just dying to pull the fire alarm.

ramble ramble

Happy to say my interview went really well and there is a good possibility that I might actually be in grad school this fall, but until I get the letter, no more nyc daydreaming, just gets me too excited and freaked out.

In other thoughts...
Over the years Ive worked in a good handful of offices and I am still yet to understand why there are so many dumb phrases we use, that we all know are dumb, yet respond to them with fake laughter like it all makes sense. For instance, the classic "having fun yet?". Ugh. I hate that. I mean what kind of a question is that? Of course we arent having fun, we're at work. Yet I always respond with my simple one word answer that usually gets me out of anything -"always".

There use to be a lady at my old office that would prance around on Fridays saying "Happy Happy Friday". Its enough to make one vomit, or want to trip her.

On a positive note....Dashboard is finally back in Orlando this summer! I can't wait. I heart Chris......bigtime.

NYC......here I come?

Ever just wake up with a knot in your stomach on one of those days that could possibly change the rest of your life? Yep, thats me, today. I have my grad school interview with Fordham this afternoon and I'm a little freaked, but not for the normal reasons. I'm not super worried about the interview itself because I am pretty prepared for it, but I found myself throwing all kinds of scenarios at myself on the drive to work. I started wondering things that are probably common worries to the "new" New Yorker, but drive the real New Yorkers crazy. Things like:

-How do I go grocery shopping? I wont have a car, and thats a lot of stuff to carry on my own. I wonder how many grocery places there are around where I would live. Would I be a walking target to get my stuff stolen? (5'1 girl carrying lots of bags)

-Are there certain areas that I should just never be at alone? Im sure there are, but where are they? The subway is fine to ride alone during the day but not at night right?

-I never carry cash but I keep thinking I will be stuck in this situation in which my only way home is a long cab ride. Should I carry like $20 on me at all times?

These all seem like retarded questions, but I cant help but wonder about them. It would be different if I was moving there with someone, or if I knew even ONE person in the city, but I won't. I'm really ahead of myself in this situation because there is still the whole possibility of me not getting accepted, but what fun is that to daydream about?

I guess everytime I get ansy I'll just think about all the great things in NYC.....yea, that should definitely work. Wish me luck today!

Happy Happy Post!

**I have no plans this weekend which is GREAT. I am so tired of not being at my own place on the weekend. Plus its going to be sunny and beautiful all weekend which means lots of time at the pool or the beach--woohoo.

**My roommate got the job she wanted finally! Yay Sara!

**I got a call from Fordham University and they want an interview with me, yay!

**Ive made it a whole week without the leasing office realizing they made my lease out for less than they were suppose to and forgetting to ask for my $99 holding fee....wow, am I really this lucky? Time to buy a lotto ticket.

Have a great weekend :)

I'm too nice

So the same dumbass guy that I know that works for Monster keeps im'ing me with all these sexual undertones, which I am totally not into because he is so snotty and arrogant that it doesnt matter what he looks like. Today he tried to challenge me based on what we make which he says therefore says who is more important. I was actually left with this message from him: "Well let me know when you start making six figures and can hang with the big dogs". Then of course he immediately signed off so I couldnt respond. All the blood flowed straight to my head. If he was here I could have knocked him out. That statement is wrong on so many levels. Who does this schmuck think he is? I was being way too nice in the preceding conversation thinking, well he might make tons of money, but that wont buy him out of his vienna sausage size dick--but I never said a word. The funny thing is that I'm sure he will IM me later tonight trying to be all competitive again so I am formulating all kinds of things to say such as:

-I'm an heiress and only work for fun
-No matter how much money you have and how poor I could be, I would never sleep with you
-Or plan C- find a way to get him fired so he will shut up

If there is one thing I cant stand its cockiness. Its like a built in reflex of mine that if someone goes on and on about why they are so great, then I spend all my energy proving why their not.

Moral of this post--dont be a dick and we will all be better off

The other white meat

Ok I realize I do a lot of bitching on this blog, which I think is enjoyable, but others might think I am just a little bucket of misery. Well good news, I'm not--I am actually quite happy-go-lucky.

Ok, so after saying that--I have to bitch. Did anyone see newlyweds last night? I have to admit that my feelings toward Jessica Simpson have been love/hate since the show started. Well I am definitely back to hate and I have added a new member in there--her mom. It just blows me away how these 2 act.
So on the show last night, it shows Jessica and her mom out to eat and they start discussing what all moms and daughters do at luncheons--meat products. Well they come upon the discussion of bratwurst...or as Jessica likes to call it- "bratworth". They seemed to be puzzled by this mysterious meat....why is it white? Is it called "bratworth" or "brathwort"? Well they just dont know so Jessica decides to call Nick who is enjoying a bball game at the ESPN restaurant. Now any other guy I know that gets a call asking how to pronounce a type of pork while out with friends and watching the game would have been pissed---but no not Nick. It doesnt even phase him. Well after Jessica poses all her important questions and he says he doesnt know why its white--she innocently asks if anyone around him might know. Good Lord. So finally Nick draws the line and hangs up. They both look mystified. How will they be able to go spend all kinds of money shopping if they dont know why "bratworth" is white? Finally, her mom says "i know!....well its pork and pork chops are white too!"

Oh......my.......God

PRICELESS 2

-Starting my own blog: $0.00

-Money earned daily while writing in blog when I should be working: $35.00

-Finding friends who don't act like they are fucking cunts in their comments: PRICELESS

(yea I said cunt, its the new me, I'm sassy)

PRICELESS

I know some of you have probably seen this already, but I like it so I'm sharing it again.

This was sent by a friend who noted that a group of Syrians decided to hold an anti-American rally. Since they couldn't read and write English for their protest signs, they found an English-speaker to "translate" their anti-American slogans for them. They apparently made the mistake of asking the wrong guy to help them and he took matters into his own hands.




Bus Fare to anti-American Protest Rally: $0.50

Paint and Canvas Protest Signs: $32.00

Asking a retired U.S. Army Sergeant to translate your anti-American slogan: PRICELESS






P.S.--for my so-called "friends" who have already commented....yea I know its not real, but I still like it so fuck off

Honesty...don't believe the hype

First off--Seinfeld's 3 co-stars have finally agreed with the release of the Seinfeld dvd collection now that they will be receiving royalties from the sales. I have been waiting for this for years and its finally a step closer :)Ok, I know I'm a seinfeld dork, so dont waste a comment telling me that.

In other news....
So I signed my lease yesterday for my new place. The leasing lady I had been talking to had given me the price of the apt as $679 a month because there was a $30 a month fee for it being lakefront. The other part of the "special" was that I had to pay $99 to hold the apartment. So anyways, I get there to sign all the paperwork and its a different girl, who doesnt really know whats going on. She starts to fill out the lease and is filling it out for a regular apartment, that isnt lakefront, meaning its only $649 a month. So, I sit there, completely aware of her error hoping that I will be able to pull this off. Halfway through she finds some paperwork that the other girl had started and hands it to me to fill out the application. I notice on top that there is a paper that has the correct rent on it, so I quietly take the paper and tuck it in my purse while she is engrossed in her work. Its mine anyways right? So she continues on about the paperwork... I sign the lease and I am now waiting for her to ask me for the $99. Well that never happened. She gave me a copy of the lease and sent me on my way. I figure if I can make it to the end of tomorrow without a call from the office, I am free and clear--dont you think?