<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:52:53.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity Now...Serenity Later</title><subtitle type='html'>one part Southerner, one part New Yorker, two parts sarcasm</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-8584240869225268794</id><published>2007-08-22T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:44:24.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a film worth seeing</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe there are two films worth seeing, but I haven't seen the Bourne Supremacy yet, so I'll leave that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I saw a lesser known film at the Agelika last night called "Two Days in Paris" &lt;a href="http://www.2daysinparisthefilm.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;http://www.2daysinparisthefilm.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really came in with no expectations other than knowing that I love Adam Goldberg and the friend I went with was a Julie Delpy fan. Anyways, this movie is a definite must see. It was witty and creative and I laughed out loud through most of it. Delpy and Goldberg were superb and I am now curious about other Delpy films. I highly recommend you seeing this, you'll leave the theatre happy, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen "Superbad"? I have had more than one person now tell me it was hysterical. I wouldn't have paid any attention to it before (at least until its on DVD) but I keep getting people telling me I "have" to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- It's 65 here today and I am looooooooooooooooving it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-8584240869225268794?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/8584240869225268794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=8584240869225268794&amp;isPopup=true' title='265 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/8584240869225268794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/8584240869225268794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-film-worth-seeing.html' title='Finally, a film worth seeing'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>265</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-6443105591602092433</id><published>2007-07-18T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:54:10.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>So on Monday night I am flipping through the channels when I come upon Victoria Beckham's new reality show on NBC. Since this summer has sucked as far as TV goes, I figured I would give it a whirl...I mean it was either this or yet another SVU rerun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as reality shows go, it doesn't disappoint. It is entertaining, humorous in the "wow, is this for real?" way, and definitely fills that mindless show void that I've had since The Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is what I don't get. there is an &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/07/17/beckham.victoria.reut/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;article today on CNN.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;about how critics are slamming the show and calling it "an orgy of self indulgence". Umm, are they aware that this is a reality show? Since when are shows of this caliber praised by critics? Do "The Bachelor" or other similar shows get slammed for this crap as well? Of course its self indulgence, its her own reality show...what rocket scientist came up with that criticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its not oozing with brilliance, but I think people kind of expect that from a show like this.  Is it entertaining, yes indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-6443105591602092433?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/6443105591602092433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=6443105591602092433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/6443105591602092433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/6443105591602092433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/07/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-6105614138703455522</id><published>2007-07-12T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:05:45.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Polumbo and the case of the backstabbing bitches</title><content type='html'>So this morning on the Today show the current Miss NJ, Amy Polumbo, released the photos that had been anonymously submitted to pageant officials calling for her to step down. The photos were taken off of her facebook account, which was just to be viewed by friends and family. Apparently the photos were submitted to pageant officials with captions, not sure what the captions were though, but Im sure they were negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, to avoid the blackmail, Amy released the photos this morning. Here is the link to that segment of the broadcast &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/19725822/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/19725822/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all....&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking waste of time. These pictures aren't bad, its like she said, shes a normal college girl. I mean if these pictures are bad, then I should definitely be worried about what I have floating around. So her boyfriend is biting her boob through her tshirt, who cares? Shes being a playful 20-something, and frankly I wouldnt want someone who didnt at some point take a funny pic like these to be in her position. That position relies upon relating to her generation, and we are a generation of fun and lively people. Ok, I guess Im not &lt;em&gt;technically&lt;/em&gt; the same generation, but Im in my 20's, so whatever. Sure these arent the kind of photos you would want out in the open, and Im sure she's learned her lesson as far as posting pictures on ANY site, but give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the more disturbing side of this is that there are so many people out there so intent on ruining others. What lame lives these people must lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Harry Potter arena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/RpZnI_qcSnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fqpHyFtCD4Y/s1600-h/details_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086366233387616882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/RpZnI_qcSnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fqpHyFtCD4Y/s320/details_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How pretty is Emma Watson going to be when she's older?! I'm jealous already. And something feels a little wrong about looking at Daniel Radcliffe in Details spread. Dare I say he's on his way to being hot? Perhaps he will be one of the lucky ones to cross over from child actor to actual attractive adult actor, joining the ranks of Leo Dicaprio and a few select others.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/RpZrsfqcSoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4LzsMjRKrEY/s1600-h/emma-watson-says-guys-feel-intimidated-by-her-1oA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-6105614138703455522?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/6105614138703455522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=6105614138703455522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/6105614138703455522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/6105614138703455522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/07/amy-polumbo-and-case-of-backstabbing.html' title='Amy Polumbo and the case of the backstabbing bitches'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/RpZnI_qcSnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fqpHyFtCD4Y/s72-c/details_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-2460085925213643056</id><published>2007-07-11T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:56:52.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we about to get it on?</title><content type='html'>Having trouble finding a nice, attractive guy in NYC (or anywhere for that matter) is not breaking news, but you would think that in such a large city, with so many people, your chances would be slightly better. Well, maybe statistically, but in virtually every othere way I would have to say no. Actually, since I've moved to the city, I've dated the least that I ever have. However, I've also been the most successful I have ever been in my career. Is it a trade-off? Nah, I don't believe that. Sure it can hurt your chances not having enough time or money to mingle as much as you'd like, but you can still make it out once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my roommate about this dilemma and she basically said that she has no shame anymore. If she sees a guy that she could be interested in, she finds a way to talk to them. That might be what is wrong with my approach...perhaps the fact that I don't have one. I mean I've tested the theory and the last two guys I made the first move with were also my last two boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Im pretty much at the stage where, Im not looking for a husband, Im not looking for a boyfriend, Im just looking for a date to my sister's wedding in March. It's kinda funny how our standards as far as what we are ready for can lower dramatically due to the reality of actually getting it. I couldn't help but laugh when a friend said that at this point (shes in here late 30's) she is just looking for a guy that won't beat her. Haha. I shouldn't laugh, but its just a true sign of how hard it can be to meet someone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen an episode or two of The Starter Wife, you probably saw the scene where Debra Messing is saying all she really wants right now is a really great kiss. I know exactly what she means. Perhaps after that first kiss, we can move on to what I really want.....a crawl on the table, toss your hair, whitesnake video kiss. A little something like this...such a great scene. Every girl needs a kiss like this at least once in their lives.  In my case, Im not sure that talking about driving in a Nascar event would do it, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fR0Hb6yc6k" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-2460085925213643056?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/2460085925213643056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=2460085925213643056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/2460085925213643056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/2460085925213643056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-we-about-to-get-it-on.html' title='Are we about to get it on?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-2598675159649014534</id><published>2007-07-10T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:47:51.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazey Days</title><content type='html'>Nothing like waking up to see the weather report read 83 degrees at 7am, only to be 95 by mid day.  Forget about partly cloudy or sunny, today is described as “haze”.  Yep, its one of those days where before you make it to work you’ve already sweat out pints and that morning fresh feeling is a distant memory.  And don’t even tell me that in other places it gets much worse, because being a FL native, I am well aware.  However it’s a whole different ballgame when you have that heat in a city with nothing much to soak it up except for a few parks, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind me so much, I’m in flowy tank tops/dresses with my hair up, but what about the suits?  How do you guys do it??  I was waiting for the subway this morning, fanning myself like crazy with whatever scrap of paper I had in my purse and I couldn’t help but notice the guy next to me in slacks and a button down shirt, obviously on his way to work.  He was so miserable. His nicely pressed shirt was literally soaked with sweat stains on the back and his forehead was dripping.  If I had to wear pants and long sleeves in this weather I would have a heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new obsession is that show &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/manvswild/manvswild.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man vs. Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the Discovery Channel.   If you haven’t seen that show yet, I suggest watching at least one episode.  The “Man” on the show is Bear Grylls. “After serving in the British Army Special forces unit, Bear became the youngest British man to return back alive after climbing Mount Ama Dablan and Mount Everest”.  Impressive in and of itself, but even more impressive after watching the show.  He basically demonstrates survivor skills in any situation or location. He is so knowledgeable and resourceful you can’t help but become addicted.  Yesterday I watched as he was dropped off in Iceland and then in the French Alps.  It’s pretty amazing, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s cute as a button.  In the French Alps episode he at one point is completely naked…. which almost led me to severe burns in the kitchen as I was watching and cooking at the same time.  Anyways, give it a whirl.  It’s a nice departure from the “man with the 400lb pound tumor” shows that are normally on that channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although a warning…don’t ever watch “A Haunting in Connecticut” on Discovery.  It took me like 4 years to get over.  More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-2598675159649014534?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/2598675159649014534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=2598675159649014534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/2598675159649014534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/2598675159649014534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/07/hazey-days.html' title='Hazey Days'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-7057332204329214473</id><published>2007-07-06T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:48:08.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money changes everything</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from dinner out and something came up, yet again, that continues to irk me to the point where I have bottled rage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well not rage, but I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll set the scene...&lt;br /&gt;You're out amongst a group of friends (maybe 6 or more) at a restaurant eating dinner. Some people order drinks, some people order appetizers, some people order $20 entrees...and some order all three. Myself on the other hand, as I feel I have been sampling far too many restaurants lately, I settled for a salad and a $12 entree that I really like. The food is enjoyed, good conversation...then the bill. It comes to like $200 at which point a few say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so divided by.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, everyone puts in $40 each". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, negative. If I only spent $19 on my dinner I sure as hell am not putting in $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am battled with how I deal with this...since everyone else throws in their $40 and calls it a day. Not to mention, two of the people (the ones handling the cash) I have only met once before. So I decide that this time what I am going to do is just put in what I owe and let them deal with it. No one calls me on it or anything, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but feel guilty....and for what?? Because I paid what I owed? This kind of annoyed me. I think that unless its a group meal of similar orders that everyone should put in what they owe....when did this whole split everything no matter what start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all reminds me of that Friends episode where this is pretty much the entire plot line....which led me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; search. I found not only many references to this Friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt;, but tons of comments on the split check phenomenon, including links to &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/07/fashion/sundaystyles/07friendss.html?ei=5090&amp;en=8acd14782f24196c&amp;amp;ex=1304654400&amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;articles like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that suggest it can contribute to a failed friendship. I would have to agree...I'm definitely liking you less if I feel like I am always getting cheated when I go out with you. How people don't realize that doing this may not be fair to the entire party is beyond me, but I'm guessing they are rolling in a lot more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dinero&lt;/span&gt; then I am....or that by splitting it they are getting a pretty damn good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the moral of this story is...&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt;. Think before you suggest equal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;division&lt;/span&gt; of the check. It is worth taking the time to add the numbers because at the end of the day you'll still have all of your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-7057332204329214473?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/7057332204329214473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=7057332204329214473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/7057332204329214473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/7057332204329214473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-just-got-back-from-dinner-out-and.html' title='Money changes everything'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-1923237521524832602</id><published>2007-07-06T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:26:33.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not back</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine recently started up her own blog (&lt;a href="http://www.chicagometsfan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;http://www.chicagometsfan.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and as I was reading hers I realized how much I've missed mine. We've had some good times you old blog, back since the beginning, early 2004. Sure we've had a stalker or two, disgruntled comments responding to my very opinionated posts, but whats a blog without that? Man I use to post on here every day...and I had some loyal readers too, I think most of my hits are from that first year. I'm not sure why I stopped when I moved here, because I am definitely not short of interesting stories. One story that comes to mind involves Scores, mustard, and shit load of nickles. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not going to say I'm back....but I'm sorta back. At least until I go MIA again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on to important things... like the poor girl that was given Paris Hilton's old cell phone number. Have you read &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/07/06/parishilton.cellphone.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;this article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Ha, what a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I have two book opinions for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the book "Evening" (yes, the movie that is out)- it is NOTHING like the movie. Not better than the movie, just nothing like it. Come to think of it, I actually really didn't like either of them....it was kind of Fried Green Tomatoes meets Steel Magnolias....but dull and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you haven't read "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miracle-Andes-Days-Mountain-Long/dp/1400097673"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Miracle in the Andes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", I HIGHLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it. What an amazing story. A definite must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to enjoy a hot as hell weekend in the city, which hopefully, at some point, involves a mojito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-1923237521524832602?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/1923237521524832602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=1923237521524832602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/1923237521524832602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/1923237521524832602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-back.html' title='I&apos;m not back'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-7225254140350804552</id><published>2007-03-07T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:15:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy is the new sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/Re7VLcOQb-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wvrR6g3lXjs/s1600-h/kate_moss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw this pic on people.com, the obvious thought ran through my head....how is this really a couple? Ok, so a bit judgemental on people I don't know, but come on...she is a model and he is, well, I'm not sure what he is. He looks like something out of a Tim Burton film...like Johnny Depp in Charlie &amp; the Chocolate Factory meets Jack Skellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/Re7W78OQb_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LD-u2VPNyKc/s1600-h/kate_moss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039201358340714482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/Re7W78OQb_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LD-u2VPNyKc/s320/kate_moss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that this picture was taken at the Shockwaves NME Awards 2007 in London last week and Pete was up for a few awards, two of which were Sexiest Man &amp;amp; Best Dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will have a goblin-esque boyfriend of my own. Dare to dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-7225254140350804552?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/7225254140350804552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=7225254140350804552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/7225254140350804552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/7225254140350804552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/03/creepy-is-new-sexy.html' title='Creepy is the new sexy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bvz8YqC9b-c/Re7W78OQb_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LD-u2VPNyKc/s72-c/kate_moss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-8840846054065486779</id><published>2007-01-29T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:11:51.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My school talent shows were never this cool</title><content type='html'>So I loved the original, but these kids did an AWESOME job at recreating this OK Go video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gq7r3F1SoX0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gq7r3F1SoX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-8840846054065486779?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/8840846054065486779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=8840846054065486779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/8840846054065486779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/8840846054065486779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-school-talent-shows-were-never-this.html' title='My school talent shows were never this cool'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-1088954031115234988</id><published>2006-12-17T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:47:40.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason to love Matt Damon...</title><content type='html'>...because he can also be Matthew Mcconaughey...if you close your eyes.  Ahh, shirtless Matthew.  Don't you listen to the jokes, you keep that shirt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuYD2cwMbpw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuYD2cwMbpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-1088954031115234988?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/1088954031115234988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=1088954031115234988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/1088954031115234988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/1088954031115234988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-reason-to-love-matt-damon.html' title='Another reason to love Matt Damon...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-4132053945473961117</id><published>2006-12-12T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:22:06.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun dun dun dun!</title><content type='html'>Any of you watching Monday Night Football last night were greeted by this "announcement" from Barack Obama. I've got to say, I like him a little bit more after seeing it. Always nice to show the humor and and the personality behind all the politics. I heard his book was very good, someone want to read it and give the me the summary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WJsuM19-8c" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-4132053945473961117?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/4132053945473961117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=4132053945473961117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/4132053945473961117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/4132053945473961117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/12/dun-dun-dun-dun.html' title='Dun dun dun dun!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-5851262087025890686</id><published>2006-12-10T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:41:35.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Ever lose a friend to their significant other? Ever lose a &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; friend to their significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully your answer to both of those questions is "no", but unfortunately for me, my answer is "yes". Oh, and "significant other" can be replaced with a various number of words, none of which could be said in front of your grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've always been aware of how some women can change when they are dating someone, some more extreme than others, but this is my first experience with a GUY changing when he is in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;. I won't go through ALL the details, but I have been friends with this guy for 6 years, close as can be, been through a lot together. In addition to a close friendship, there was also a sexual relationship, off and on. Nothing serious really, the friendship always took precedence, but we were definitely beyond friends in many ways. Anyways, nothing has happened between the two of us in almost 2 years now. We've gone our separate ways (he's in the Navy &amp;amp; I moved to NY), but we always remained in contact and I was by far out of all of his friends the one who visited him the most, no matter where he was stationed. His girlfriends came and went (most of which I easily became friends with) and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; this time he started dating a new girl. This pretty much meant nothing to me, he's quite the ladies man. Within a matter of 2 months they were living together, back in FL (formerly in Cali). As usual I made the attempt to befriend the new girl, offering up my friendship, especially when he was away on duty. Everything seemed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shit hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him about our relationship and he came clean telling her that in years past it was much more than a friendship, but that in the past year or so, we've been just friends. Well boy did things change. She freaked out, saying she was "shocked". Eventually after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; email to her letting her know I wasn't interested in him anymore like that and that it was ancient history, things seemed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Well long story short, all this time Ive spent sincerely reaching out to her has been crap because all the while she has been secretly hating me, jealous of my friendship with him. The worst part is that over time, my relationship with the guy has dwindled to practically non-existent. He has told me that he doesn't take my calls when she is there because it starts a fight. Basically, in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; nutshell, Ive lost all contact with him and he has made no attempt to contact me. Months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;, they're engaged. I found out via Myspace, she posted a bulletin before he could even call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least so I thought up until last night when a close friend of both of ours informed me that they actually already got married....but the ceremony is next year. Right, Im sure I'll be invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I discuss this with friends I realize I am not sad, but more in a state of shock that I could be so surprised by someone who I have been so close to for all these years. It's sad to make that realization that he wasn't the person you thought, but also lets you know who your real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people change like that? Guys in particular. Are they so blinded by whatever they feel that they see the awful demands of their loved one as acceptable? Or are they just gutless, scared little bitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; you know my answer. Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-5851262087025890686?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/5851262087025890686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=5851262087025890686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/5851262087025890686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/5851262087025890686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-jealousy.html' title='Hey Jealousy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-596935371360962409</id><published>2006-12-05T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:58:24.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The skinny on NYC</title><content type='html'>Well it's official, CNN just reported that New York is now the first city in the nation to ban artificial trans fats in restaurant food.   Trans fats are said to be  harmful because they contribute to heart disease by raising bad cholesterol.  Apparently, they also decrease "good cholesterol". Because of this, some experts say that makes trans fats worse than saturated fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the main question is, when I order my quarter pounder w/ cheese and fries from McDonald's, will it still taste the same? Let's hope so.  I've read that the larger chains have been toiling around with alternate oil blends, but are yet to comment on any of them.  Who cares about the chains really though? Most of the best places I have eaten at in the city have nothing to do with chains.  Not sure how my favorite soul food places will fare with the new regulations on who they prepare their fried chicken, but here's to hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of chains, isnt it just lovely about the Ecoli breakout from the Taco Bell restaurants in New Jersey? Ick.  I use to LOVE Taco Bell.  In pretty much every place I lived, except in my current apartment, there has always been a Taco Bell within either a 5 minute walk/drive.  This love of Taco Bell continued until this past summer when I had my first encounter with food poisoning. Yep, you guessed it, from the lovely Taco Bell.  I couldn't eat anything for four days, had a 101 temp, and basically force-fed myself a cracker every now and then.  All I did was lay in bed and curse Taco Bell.  I've only had Taco Bell one time since and it was a bean burrito, I figured how much could they screw that up? Its amazing what you rationalize when you're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This e-coli outbreak is definitely enough to hold be back from any other Taco Bell purchases for a while....unless I am in Florida, because what are the chances?  Then again, Florida was also the place that after a few years of eating at this great chinese buffet there was an article in the paper that the board of health found cats in their freezer. But that's a story for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-596935371360962409?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/596935371360962409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=596935371360962409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/596935371360962409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/596935371360962409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/12/skinny-on-nyc.html' title='The skinny on NYC'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-7212224369197475446</id><published>2006-12-04T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:55:20.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflakes &amp; Cheesesteaks- the first hints of winter</title><content type='html'>So on my cold walk to the subway today I saw the first trickles of this winter's snowfall. To me, someone who has grown up and spent most of her life in Florida, winter still fascinates me and yes, after over two years of living here, I still get giddy about the first snowfall. Let's not state the obvious, we all know New York City is an amazing place, but there is something about the city at Christmas time that makes it magical. If you have never visited NYC in December, I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to get in the twenties tonight, which means that tomorrow morning will be only that much harder to break from the nestled warm cocoon I create in my bed. This morning I pushed snooze 7 times. Seven. And it was only in the 40's today. Its going to be a long winter. I love it though. At least right now I do. Talk to me again mid February when I am taking my morning walk to the subway station in 15 degree weather while walking through slush. Something tells me I am going to sorely miss my old apartment that was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; close to the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new apartment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; bad though, its actually quite nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still getting use to the neighborhood. At first I felt sort of out of place, probably because I didn't have a dog or a stroller attached to me, but as I explore a little more, the Upper East Side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that bad, although I think I'll always be a Greenwich Village girl at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason on really cold nights I get this craving for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Philly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cheesesteak&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds weird, but the first winter my old roommate and I spent here we found this AMAZING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cheesesteak&lt;/span&gt; place in the village. Seriously, best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cheesesteak&lt;/span&gt; Ive ever had, and I'm quite the critic. Well I would say we ordered from them at least twice a week that winter. The amazing-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; of these sandwiches cannot be described, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; just got to try them. For any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;NYC'ers&lt;/span&gt;, if you haven't tried &lt;a href="http://www.wogies.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wogie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you are seriously missing out. I don't know where I was going with this, but now I am seriously hungry. I doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wogie's&lt;/span&gt; on W10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; will make a delivery to the East 80's. That would be one long bike ride. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its Tuna Helper. I can hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-7212224369197475446?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/7212224369197475446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=7212224369197475446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/7212224369197475446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/7212224369197475446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/12/snowflakes-cheesesteaks-first-hints-of.html' title='Snowflakes &amp; Cheesesteaks- the first hints of winter'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-2934806353512612648</id><published>2006-12-03T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:36:32.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrected</title><content type='html'>Three numbers: 178, 39, 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of posts for each year since 2004. As you can see, upon my move to NYC, the posts have dramatically decreased even though the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;blog-worthy&lt;/span&gt; items in my life have probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tripled&lt;/span&gt;. I attribute this to various things, none of which I'll go into detail over now- most of you know them anyway(grad school, internships, working in Italy, and my new job). The hiatus from June until now was probably the longest one I have had so far. Unforuantely since then, due to lack of inactivity, all of my old comments (via Haloscan) have been deleted.  Well, hiatus = over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize lately that I've found myself thinking "oh I would blog about that" when I read or heard of something, but due to the demise of my old blog design, I had not made the move. Well enough of that. Here it is, at least for now, the blah blog design, attempting to differentiate itself just a tad from the other "templates"...it has a long way to go, but at least I can write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt;, I've missed you bunches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-2934806353512612648?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/2934806353512612648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=2934806353512612648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/2934806353512612648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/2934806353512612648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/12/resurrected.html' title='Resurrected'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114989545538710140</id><published>2006-06-09T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:24:15.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I get going....</title><content type='html'>...the designers of this blog go out of business and take most of my images with them....and I am left with this sorry excuse for a blog.  I contacted one of them, who is trying to get in touch with the other who has my stuff on her server. How they didnt anticipate this happening is beyond me, but Im hoping to have it recitified quickly or else they are going to have one pissed off chica to deal with...actually probably A LOT of pissed off people. So until then, you have to look at this pitifulness. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday weekend in Florida was nothing but loveliness the whole time.  I LOVE being home with my family, not much beats it.  So now I'm back in the city and relishing what's left of the calm before the storm.  On Monday I begin the first of two major golf tournaments I am working...15 straight days of golf with hellish hours, not much money, and somewhere in the midst of that I have to take midterms. Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my personal reflection time today, I came up with two solid problems I have to deal with:&lt;br /&gt;1) I feel like I am getting bigger by the hour&lt;br /&gt;2) I am slowly on my way to having no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common factor: Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, I blame both those problems on going out, which sucks because how am I suppose to meet new people and stuff if I cant spend money and I cant drink?  Dont even tell me the f'ing park.  I know there is plenty to do in this city, but trust me, 97% of it costs money.  Luckily since I am working so damn much soon, I doubt I will even have time to go out.  Perhaps I'll hope for a social life in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you bitches with perfect stomachs and toned arms that I always see walking around with pizza and cupcakes, you can bite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114989545538710140?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114989545538710140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114989545538710140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114989545538710140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114989545538710140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-when-i-get-going.html' title='Just when I get going....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114913659873764367</id><published>2006-06-01T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:36:38.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday weekend awaits</title><content type='html'>Well judging by the number of hits over the past few days coming from people doing a blog search for Jake Gyllenhaal and ending up at my site, it looks like I'm not the only one who appreciates his fineness. Thanks all, I feel a little more normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/LC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/LC.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight was the season premiere of "&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/the_hills/series.jhtml"&gt;The Hills&lt;/a&gt;". Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, I know you've been waiting for it just as much as I have. LC from Laguna Beach is back in her own show about her new life in LA. Judging just from this first episode, it looks like that girl Heidi is going to win the "if you could punch anyone on the show who would it be?" contest. If its half as good as the Laguna Beach drama, I am one lucky ducky. I have to say though (and this is for the Laguna Beach fans), what is up with her in the wedding veil at the end of the promo? It better not be Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I am off to lovely Florida for the weekend to celebrate my......wait for it......27th birthday. Yep, 27 freaking years old on Sunday. Wow. I'm not even stressing out about the age thing though, I think 29 is my scary age because then its going to feel like I am rushing to do all those things I said I was going to do before 30. So this weekend it will just be about lounging by the pool, family, the beach, barbecues, and whatever else I can throw into my couple of days there. Most importantly- central air conditioning. God bless it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114913659873764367?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114913659873764367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114913659873764367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114913659873764367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114913659873764367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-birthday-weekend-awaits.html' title='My birthday weekend awaits'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114902659351480191</id><published>2006-05-30T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:50:35.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there's a Maggie, there's a Jake</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I swear this is not going to become a Jake Gyllenhaal blog, but in conclusion from yesterday's post...some interesting findings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well while I was writing yesterday's post, I was hunting around for pics of him in nyc, when I came across recent pics of Maggie Gyllenhaal coming out of her West Village apartment. Now, I have no doubt that when he is here, he stays with her, so of course this was exciting. The only problem was that there was no address, street sign, anything other than the wall of the building in the background. The good news, that wall was a certain shade of blue, one that I can't recall seeing or being common for a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fast forward a couple of hours. I am leaving the gym, which is a few blocks further west than my apartment, and it is such a lovely day I decide to walk around the area. Kids are playing in the fountain at the park, I walk past the movie set where they are filming &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428579/"&gt;A Girl's Guide to Fishing &amp; Hunting,&lt;/a&gt; I stop to have lunch at this cute little sushi place.....I continue my walk. Then, there it is. The blue wall. Immediately my mind plays tricks on me and I can't recall if it's the same blue or not. Shit! So, I take out my camera and snap a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening when I return home, I compare the pic to the one online. I am 95% sure its the place, or at least the street. You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the pics from online. Notice the blue building, the bars on the windows, the tree which is next to the green iron sign:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/maggie1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/maggie1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/maggie2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/maggie2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, now here is MY photo taken yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/gyllenhaal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bars on the window are there, on the last two, and there is the tree next to the green pole. So what does this mean?! Of course there is the possibility that street isn't where she lives, maybe she just parked her car there. What it does mean though, is that I'm close, pretty damn close. I'd say for having the whole West Village to go off of, I'm pretty happy with my work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do you guys think, am I right on the money?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114902659351480191?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114902659351480191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114902659351480191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114902659351480191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114902659351480191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-theres-maggie-theres-jake.html' title='Where there&apos;s a Maggie, there&apos;s a Jake'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114900249443511583</id><published>2006-05-30T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:22:28.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I knew how to quit you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/jakenatalie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/jakenatalie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My love of Jake Gyllenhaal has hit an alltime low as I find myself now googling his name to see what new "news" they have on him....yea, on a daily basis. I might eventually need an intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop:&lt;br /&gt;Well yet 2 more women in addition to the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/publish/article_27265656.shtml"&gt;recent gossip&lt;/a&gt; have been linked to Jake Gyllenhaal this past week. Sadly, I am not one of them. The NY Post reports that he was out dining with Jennifer Aniston at Babbo Restaurant in the West Village. You would think the fact that he was out with her would bother me, but actually its the fact that he was TWO BLOCKS FROM MY APARTMENT YET AGAIN AND I NEVER SAW HIM. I swear, anytime I read anything on him in New York, he is always spotted directly in my vicinity, yet I never see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more upsetting gossip (only because I am jealous) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/jakenatalie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/jakenatalie5.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;comes from pictures taken of Jake and Natalie Portman this past weekend, in which they grabbed dinner and he gave her tulips. Awwww. You know, I really like Natalie Portman, so even if there were something going on, I think I could handle it....you know, eventually. Oh, and guess what neighborhood they were in? That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go take a stroll around the neighborhood....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114900249443511583?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114900249443511583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114900249443511583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114900249443511583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114900249443511583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish-i-knew-how-to-quit-you.html' title='I wish I knew how to quit you'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114841632146973051</id><published>2006-05-23T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:32:01.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, enough is enough</title><content type='html'>I realized I either have to be on the blog horse or hop off....I think I've been dangling from the saddle for the past year....ok, too many horse riding analogies.  Anyways, I've decided to give the old timely updates thing a try again.  Does this mean I won't fail?  Of course not, but I like the idea of at least giving it a shot.  Now to find all my readers again.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the last time I wrote here I've had a couple of really cool jobs, one of which was as a Venue Manager for the Tribeca Film Festival.  Man, that was an experience, but a very cool one at that. I met tons of directors and producers, not to mention a good amount of celebrities.  It was also my first position in which I ran the show for the whole venue, which was stressful, but fulfilling.  Since then I've worked for NBC on an NHL playoff game and also have the US Open and a tournament for the Golf Channel coming up in June.  I love freelancing, but am definitely looking for something more stable in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated 2 days ago!! Amazing.  For those of you who have been here since the beginning, you remember my posts on here anxiously awaiting to see if I was even accepted. Crazy how the time flies.  I don't officially get my diploma until August because I am finishing up 3 classes this summer, but it's great to know this is all culminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dating someone great!  HA, yea right.  I think we all know that my time here in NYC has been filled with Mr. Wrongs and shitload of school and work.  Funny story though, the other night after going out drinking with friends and meeting the hot boyfriend of one of my friends, I returned to my apt a wee bit depressed as to when the hell I was EVER going to meet someone great.  The next morning I woke up, slight headache, and went to the computer to check emails...when I notice.....an email from &lt;a href="http://www.eharmony.com"&gt;www.eharmony.com&lt;/a&gt; saying "you're almost finished! please click here to finish the personality profile you started".  Umm, what? Then it all comes screaming back to me.  That's right, in my drunked stupor I went onto that site and did as much of that profile as I could stand. The stimulus:  In the past 2 weeks I have heard of 2 people I know going on there and finding their "soulmate", not to mention those damn commercials. Oh lordy, I never cease to amaze myself.  I haven't decided if I should complete the rest of it or not, stay tuned, this will no doubt be a journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114841632146973051?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114841632146973051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114841632146973051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114841632146973051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114841632146973051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-enough-is-enough.html' title='Ok, enough is enough'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114443737559348118</id><published>2006-04-07T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:20:36.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope she screams like hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/holmes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The more I read about Katie Holmes, the more I just feel sorry for her family and friends. After attending an interview with Tom Cruise for Parade Magazine, she has now been classified as as the newest Stepford Wife, completely devoid of thought and her own opinions. Apparently the interviewer said that he was stunned that Katie never stopped smiling, even while Cruise discussed being beaten when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what about this silent birth stuff? All I know is that the mother is suppose to keep quiet through the whole process as to create the "best environment in which to welcome the child". Hmm, thats pleasant, however, let remember what it is...CHILDBIRTH. How the hell are you suppose to keep quiet when something that big comes out of your vagina? I am sure we are all deeply demented due to our mothers screaming during childbirth. Give me a break. Scream your head off Katie, and then sock Cruise in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114443737559348118?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114443737559348118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114443737559348118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114443737559348118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114443737559348118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hope-she-screams-like-hell.html' title='I hope she screams like hell'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114427191312237171</id><published>2006-04-05T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:18:33.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be fat in the water</title><content type='html'>Now answer me this, do you think it is scientifically possible to actually feel fatter after joining a gym, if the only thing that has changed is an increase in your physical activity? Well that answer to that would be a double YES.  I joined a gym about 3 weeks ago and have been going about 4 times a week, all visits including at least 40 minutes of intense cardio....so why on earth do I feel like I have gained weight? Don't give me the whole "oh well youre gaining muscle" excuse, because who cares if I am if it is hidden under a layer of fat?  Now I'd like to think I can be patient and wait for results, but I weighed myself this morning and I have gained a pound since I started the gym. This is bullshit.  Luckily I actually enjoy the gym so I will keep going, plus there is that monthly bank deduction that is a good motivator, but at this point it's not going so well. The new Victoria's Secret Swim catalogs don't exactly help either, but do make for a nice dartboard background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114427191312237171?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114427191312237171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114427191312237171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114427191312237171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114427191312237171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-must-be-fat-in-water.html' title='There must be fat in the water'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114308943090981174</id><published>2006-03-22T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:50:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something isn't right here</title><content type='html'>So I've been sucked into the world of Myspace.com, and my oh my what a world it is.  So since Myspace seems to be frequented mainly by teenagers, these are most of the profiles I see. Now, I dont know what I was doing when I was 15, probably at dance class or something random and innocent, but dear lord these kids are so far beyond that.  The further I went the more astounding it was. They have pics up of themselves half dressed in sexually suggestive poses, talking about sex, threesomes, oh and lets not forget all the "Im so wasted" pictures. Who are these kids? Why is innocence ending so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to get these images out of my head, I decided to look for a layout for my profile, so I visited all the myspace layout pages that Google came up with.  There were a decent amount of premade profiles, but I couldn't help but notice the apparent theme in all of them.  I would say out of all the profiles I looked at today, about 80% of them were dark, not just in color, but in tone...the kind of "dark" that could be coupled with drugs, suicide, and other things of that nature. Actually,there were quite a few that did have "suicide" or "blood" in their descriptions. What the hell is going on here?  Is this really representative of the youth of today? I sure hope not.  What a sad reality it would be to no longer have the carefree and innocent childhood that I had. I am so thankful for it... and so scared for these kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114308943090981174?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114308943090981174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114308943090981174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114308943090981174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114308943090981174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-isnt-right-here.html' title='Something isn&apos;t right here'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114191461476604812</id><published>2006-03-09T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T09:30:14.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is "cool", then I'm proud to be a nerd.</title><content type='html'>Well I like to think I am up with the times, new trends, new hobbies, new whatever.  I know that in the past year or so I've witnessed the return of knitting as a popular hobby, although as most you know it is now popular with young celebrities and young people in general.  This was a little interesting to me, but not completely crazy I guess. I mean, I've knit before, I guess it was an ok time or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I am out at a pub in the Village and its packed and they are playing great music, the vibe is good, and I see this guy walk in, prob mid 20's, with a big thing of yarn and knitting needles. So, of course, I am thinking...there is no way this guy has come to this bar to knit...has he?  Well I lost track of him for a while, becoming distracted with other things, but noticed him later on in the evening at a bar table standing with a girl, holding the yarn as she knit. They would take turns every like 15 min or so on who would knit and who would hold the yarn.  I started to think that shot I took that tasted like suntan lotion was starting to mess with me, but I did in fact see was what was actually occuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this suppose to be a new pickup technique?  Are guys changing from "...yea I can get you into this hot club" to "hey Ive got some yarn in my bag, wanna knit?".  My my, the times they are a changin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114191461476604812?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114191461476604812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114191461476604812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114191461476604812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114191461476604812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-this-is-cool-then-im-proud-to-be.html' title='If this is &quot;cool&quot;, then I&apos;m proud to be a nerd.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-114167924614350265</id><published>2006-03-06T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:37:59.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Where to even begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am officially back in the U.S. after spending two months working for NBC in Italy for the Winter Games. Aside from the work experience (which of course was amazing), let's get to what you all really want to know about...all the shit that isnt work related. Let's break it down into a "learned in Torino" bulleted list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned in Torino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; physically possible for me to work a 19 hour day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can get tired of pasta in about 4 days....I was there for 52&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not at all as attracted to Italian men as I thought&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can cross "sex in Italy" off my to do list- hey o!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not Jewish, and therefore, undateable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nutella gelato makes all problems melt away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't IM while intoxicated, even if it is 9:30am &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bluntness goes a long way with men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some college kids are fun to hang with, others I want to punch in the face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mormon girls can be very naughty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hotdogs on a pizza is not a way to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice guys really do seem to finish last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still hot for cute IT guys, what the f?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best way to enjoy drinks at a bar is not to have to pay for them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just because a guy is engaged does not mean he wont try to rub your leg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grappa is the equivalent of someone lighting a blowtorch down my throat and then punching me in the stomach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People in their 30's can party like there's no tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kip from the Tonight Show is fucking crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im pretty sure Tom Green thinks Im in love with him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm definitely not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Downtown stores are mostly clothes shops for babies and lingerie boutiques...strange?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red wine in Torino doesn't stain my lips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italian laundry places staple a tag to every fucking piece of clothes you give them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My potty mouth has evolved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 11pm, 15% of tv channels turn to porn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course all of these bullet points have a story behind them, and maybe one day when you are good I will share one or two with you. Until then, I am officially ready to enjoy this crazy city again and all the loveliness it has to offer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-114167924614350265?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/114167924614350265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=114167924614350265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114167924614350265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/114167924614350265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113777314313720460</id><published>2006-01-20T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:05:43.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised.....</title><content type='html'>Here is the link to my pictures on Flickr.  I know I can get them up on my blog, I just haven't had time. I have the day off on Sunday so maybe next week I will be adding more, hopefully some fun pictures of Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peaches206"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/peaches206&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113777314313720460?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113777314313720460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113777314313720460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113777314313720460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113777314313720460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-promised.html' title='As promised.....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113726140030958348</id><published>2006-01-14T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:56:40.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Torino!</title><content type='html'>Well I never thought the day would come that I didn't update this blog for almost 2 months. Shame on me, but at least I have a good excuse. Since then, pretty much TONS has been happening. Well there was of course Thanksgiving which went full swing right into finals when I got back to New York.  Saying the 2 weeks before finals was hell is a huge understatement, but it all paid off and I finished the semester with a 3.8 - yay me. The rest of December was lovely because I spent it in Florida with my family.  Nothing crazy on New Years, I decided to stay home with my family (its also my mom's bday) instead of going out this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to NYC on the 3rd and 5 days later I was on a plane to Italy! I've only been here about 6 days but it feels like I have been here forever- in a good way.  Working with NBC Olympics is so awesome and I get to see the true inner workings of everything that goes on. Plus I am lucky to be in the Venue Operations department, which gets clearance to a lot of places. Yesterday we spent the entire day in the Alps, taking tours of all the different venue sites.  I think I took about 70 pictures, it was so beautiful.  I'll be uploading them in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that Ive been working like crazy. I work about a 12 hour day and am so exhausted when I get back its crazy.  I have a roommate at the media village where I am staying and she seems really cool. This is actually her third Olympics, lucky duck.  Im hoping that means if I do my job well I will be back for the Beijing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to work. Its about 7pm here right now and I am ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113726140030958348?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113726140030958348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113726140030958348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113726140030958348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113726140030958348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2006/01/greetings-from-torino.html' title='Greetings from Torino!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113225075458631953</id><published>2005-11-17T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:26:12.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/kstewart3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/kstewart3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberly Stewart to Marry Laguna Beach Hunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so who am I kidding, I have about a thousand words for something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Insane&lt;br /&gt;Stupid&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful&lt;br /&gt;Unforeseen&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/articles/0,19736,1131527,00.html"&gt;People Magazine's&lt;/a&gt; article online (and my sister Lisa, queen of celeb gossip), unfortunately this is all true. First of all, she's 26 and he's 19- strange, but not like it's never happened before. Second, they have been dating for a whole 2 months, woohoo, it must be SERIOUS. What the hell is going on here? Shouldn't he still have a crush on Kristen or that other chick with the blonde hair? What are his parent's thinking? The questions are endless. Don't worry though, one of his friend's was quoted describing the crazy love that has prompted this engagement by saying, "He told me he really likes her and they're having a good time." Wow, that's probably what my 5th grade boyfriend said when we were going out. I can't wait to see how this one plays out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps- If Kristen or LC gets engaged to Jake Gyllenhaal I will have to take them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113225075458631953?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113225075458631953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113225075458631953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113225075458631953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113225075458631953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113113499156831151</id><published>2005-11-04T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:09:51.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's even dumber than we gave him credit for</title><content type='html'>Well I hope little baby Preston got his mom's brains and not daddy's- not that that's saying much anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of WENN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1549077/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kevin Federline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; boasts about his life with wife &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005453/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and demands to be called "Daddy" in a track from his forthcoming hip-hop debut. The 27-year-old's LP has yet to be released, but a track called "Y'All Ain't Ready" has appeared on the internet. Federline celebrates the lifestyle he shares with Spears and their baby son Sean Preston, but makes an embarrassing slip - confusing the word paparazzi with the surname of opera singer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0667556/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luciano Pavarotti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. He raps, "Back then they called me K-Fed/But you can call me Daddy instead/Go ahead and say whatcha wanna/I'm gonna sell about 2 mil, oh, then I'm a goner/I know you all wish you was in my position/Cause I keep getting' in situations that you wish you was in, cousin/Steppin' in this game and y'all ain't got a clue/Getting anxious? Go take a peep/I'm starrin' in your magazines now every day and week/But maybe baby you can wait and see/Until then all these Pavarottis followin' me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even have to say anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113113499156831151?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113113499156831151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113113499156831151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113113499156831151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113113499156831151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/11/hes-even-dumber-than-we-gave-him-credit.html' title='He&apos;s even dumber than we gave him credit for'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113098782856531632</id><published>2005-11-02T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:24:34.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you loved him too</title><content type='html'>Back in the more simple time of 1986, I had a Michael Jackson wallet and an MJ microphone. Yep, I was a huge fan. HUGE. My first record (wow that makes me feel old) was Thriller and from that point on I followed along the same path that so many others did, even though now some deny it, but face it, about 90% of us loved him and his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days its a different story. Who the hell knows anymore. Did he? Didn't he? It really doesn't matter anymore because he is forever tainted in our minds. Sure there are still diehards out there and I give them credit for sticking with him, but I am just not so sure about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all that said, I read this on WENN today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001391/"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; has recruited troubled R&amp;B star &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005084/"&gt;R. Kelly&lt;/a&gt; to perform on his charity single for America's hurricane victims."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, does anyone else see how this may not be the best selection for Michael right now? I mean of all singers, lets pick the one who is facing child pornography charges, no one will think a thing of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/1600/jake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/200/jake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard were spotted lunching at a cafe two blocks from my apartment this past weekend. All I can say is, thank God Jake wasn't there or else I would be severly devasted that I was that close to him and didn't know it. I can't wait for the dreams to be had after seeing &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418763/"&gt;Jarhead&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388125/"&gt;In Her Shoes &lt;/a&gt;this past weekend and it was much better than I thought it would be. I personally find Cameron Diaz really annoying, but she worked in her role here as the slutty, bitch sister. I recommend seeing it with your sister or your mom. Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the best review of the weekend was &lt;a href="http://movingout.uvision.net/"&gt;Movin' Out&lt;/a&gt;. Good lord that was one hell of a production! By far it was the best Broadway show I have seen to date. Twlya Tharp's choreography is amazing and the performers just blow you away. I didn't want it to end. If you haven't seen it, GO- because it closes on December 11th of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie that looks super good is the latest from Woody Allen called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416320/"&gt;Match Point&lt;/a&gt;. It is pretty Closer-esque, but still very intriguing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113098782856531632?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113098782856531632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113098782856531632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113098782856531632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113098782856531632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-know-you-loved-him-too.html' title='You know you loved him too'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113025077721699372</id><published>2005-10-25T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:32:57.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood of the moment = bitchy</title><content type='html'>If you are thinking "big surprise" then you read this blog far too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not that bad am I?  I think I'm just more apt to write when something pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it only seems fitting that on the day of my finance midterm it is rainy and stormy.  I have been studying like a crazy person for the past 5 days and there are still some concept which elude me.  I spent 6 hours just last night working on triangular arbitrage, and I think I finally get it, which great, but all it will take is the professor to throw in some damn twist (which you know they always do) for me to get all screwed up and make it look like I didnt study one damn bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this excessive studying I haven't been sleeping much.  Well that and the little monster that lives above us is allowed to stomp around at all hours of the night.  He's like 3 years old, he should not be up at 1am.  I'm convinced that there isnt even any furniture up there, its just a big race track that he runs on at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because of not sleeping much, I move slower in the morning, but am still able to get out on time.  Well, there's nothing like getting to your subway stop to see that yet again something is on fire and your train service is delayed.  So, because of that I had to rush to Grand Central to try and catch my train. I did. Great right? Well you would think so, except that my train ended up getting to Stamford station 20 minutes late, just enough time for me to miss the last shuttle to work- so I walk.  So you are thinking I am a whiny little snot, but this is a long walk- I mean long enough that they provide shuttle service.  So I am walking.  It's cold, its drizzling, but worst of all its windy as hell.  I am trying to push forward, but it feels like 3 grown men are pulling me backwards.  I am carrying my purse, my lunch, and my bag, which contains my 40 pound finance book.  In a matter of 25 minutes I have gone from a fresh face and soft hair to watery eyes, runny nose, and giant knot of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its 10:30am and I am hungry for lunch.  This is not a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113025077721699372?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113025077721699372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113025077721699372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113025077721699372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113025077721699372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/10/mood-of-moment-bitchy.html' title='Mood of the moment = bitchy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-113012537166780702</id><published>2005-10-23T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:06:55.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave them alone you little bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6703/349/320/wilma2.gif" border="0" /&gt;Well tomorrow may be just another day of meetings and school for us here in NY, but down south is whole different story. My sisters don't have school and my parent's offices have closed all in preparation for the 8th hurricane to hit Florida in the last 14 months. &lt;p&gt;When I lived there the whole situation was much easier to get a handle on, but being away is truly aggravating and you feel helpless. When I move to NYC last August, I arrived here about 2 weeks after Hurricane Charley, and 7 days before Hurricane Francis- the one which caused my family to evacuate. Of course with emotions soaring at this point to start with due to a whole new beginning so far away, the thought of my family going through all of that while I was here was excruciating. Luckily my roommate, also from Florida, was experiencing the same thing- so we had a good support system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While my family continues to be faced with constant hurricane threats, we are overall really lucky because other than some roofing, trees down, and some flooding, we have been A-Ok. My parents had actually made plans to come visit me this week and are set to arrive here on Thursday. I am hoping that skies will be sunny and the weather will be wonderful, because after the next 24 hours, they'll need it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-113012537166780702?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/113012537166780702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=113012537166780702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113012537166780702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/113012537166780702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/10/leave-them-alone-you-little-bitch.html' title='Leave them alone you little bitch'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112990597096891334</id><published>2005-10-21T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:46:11.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I would give my right arm for some french toast right now</title><content type='html'>Well it's my first day off in 11 days and guess what time I slept in until- 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I officially have the "I'm old now so I can't sleep in anymore no matter what time I go to bed" disease.  But it wasn't all me this morning, I woke up due partially to the sounds of helicopters and sirens- which is always lovely.  Well it turns out that the West 4th subway station, that I could probably hit with a rock from my apt, &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/front/breaking_news/story/357873p-304925c.html"&gt;is on fire and evacuated&lt;/a&gt;.  Kind of interesting part is that this is the one day I dont have to go to work, and if I did have to go to work, I get to that subway stop at 8:05 am precisely everyday- which is exactly the time the fire was reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now for randomness:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ellen, but doesn't she ever get tired of dancing at the beginning of her shows?  Can you imagine being in a shit mood and having to go out there and dance around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nextel phones, with their walkie talkie like annoyingness, should be destroyed. I loathe them and the people who talk on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think you will get to a point in your life where &lt;a href="http://www.sportsline.com/nba/story/8986493"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; leaves you thinking "yea, that's a good idea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching online for a ticket home for thanksgiving and refuse to purchase one because for the price of a ticket from NYC to Orlando, I could purchase 2 tickets to London.  Does this make sense to anyone? Not I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough avoiding writing my midterm paper. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112990597096891334?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112990597096891334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112990597096891334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112990597096891334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112990597096891334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-would-give-my-right-arm-for-some.html' title='I would give my right arm for some french toast right now'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112899950185558077</id><published>2005-10-10T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:58:21.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was making out with Ashton Kutcher...</title><content type='html'>...in my dream last night, which is all very strange because I am not in the least attracted to him. The even stranger part is that we were in my bed and when I looked past him, I noticed there was another girl also sleeping in my bed- no girl that I recognize. Then of course as it all starts to get good, my stupid alarm goes off. Have you ever been in the middle of a really good dream when your alarm goes off and you keep your eyes closed, press snooze, and pray that you fall back asleep and resume the dream? Yea well I tried that and it didn't work. I have no boyfriend &amp;amp; I'm not having sex, dear God can't I at least finish my damn dream? Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are crazy though and I have had some really nutty ones including a period of time in which all I dreamt about were alligators. Ive looked up the stuff in those dream books but it never makes any sense. One of my other recent dreams was me and a whole bunch of people were at this hotel/rec center type thing for what looked like project graduation, except we were all in our 20's. The strange thing, even though it wasnt strange at the time, was that everyone was topless. It was no big deal in the dream, but looking back of course it makes me wonder. To top it all off, in the midst of this topless extravaganza there is a cupcake stand where the mother of one of my good friends is selling cupcakes, also topless. Very very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can make yourself dream about something. Wouldn't that be a neato trick. With the amount of times I have seen that Elizabethtown trailer you would think I would be having dreams about Orlando Bloom. Unfortunately I am not that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you who has made a few appearances in my dreams lately, Viggo Mortensen. Now he's not most ladies top pick, but there is something about him that is extremely intriguing. For you single ladies, go see &lt;a href="http://www.historyofviolence.com/"&gt;A History of Violence&lt;/a&gt;, it's a guaranteed Viggo dream inducer. For you ladies in relationships, go buy a cheerleader outfit and then go see it. Your boyfriend will thank me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112899950185558077?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112899950185558077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112899950185558077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112899950185558077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112899950185558077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-was-making-out-with-ashton-kutcher.html' title='So I was making out with Ashton Kutcher...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112845332060978496</id><published>2005-10-04T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:15:20.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought you heard the last of me....</title><content type='html'>...I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am still getting hits on this site everyday so that means I either have loyal readers awaiting my return or people googling for random shit that sends them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a hell of a long time to leave you post-less but a lot has changed in these past two months.  Here's the rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spent a lovely month in Florida in August soaking up some great family time and relaxing after a busy summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Over the summer I took a course on magazines &amp; newspapers and our final project was to develop a business plan for a new mag and pitch it to our teacher (the publisher of Smart Money Magazine).  Well I pitched a new concept for a golf magazine and my teacher really took to it.  So much so that we are in the process of setting up a meeting with the publisher of Golf Digest.  There's no telling where this could go, but I've got my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Interviewed and was hired for my second internship with NBC, this time working in Olympic Operations.  The Olympics offices are located in Stamford, CT- so it is a bitch and a half to get to work everyday, but they pay my transportation and I figured it would be worth it to be just involved in the upcoming games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well it definitely was worth it.  About 4 weeks into my internship my boss, the Director of Operations, offered me a positions as an Ops. Asst. during the games in Italy this winter.  This would put me living in Italy working for the Olympics for 2 months. So of course a billion things needed to be answered first. I was planning on walking in May and graduating in August and now I had to make sure how to make this all work out.  Long story short it is all working out and I leave for Italy on January 8th.  It still has not completely hit me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the school front, I was registered for a Sports Marketing class this semester that got moved to another campus at the last minute, so I reluctantly signed up for a class called "The Marketing of Creativity"- no professor listed.  This of course is normally a deathtrap, but imagine my surprise when I walk into the first class and find that &lt;a href="http://www.josephabboud.com/"&gt;Joseph Abboud&lt;/a&gt; (famous fashion designer) is my professor.  Talk about an interesting class.  I already read his book and thought it was really great.  It's not some fashionista course, although now the class is booked with buyers and designer wannabes.  Joseph is actually extremely bright and insightful and its crazy to hear him talk about working with Ralph Lauren, Armani, and the lot of them like its no big thing.  If you are so inclined, his book is titled "Threads" and has this girl's recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that just about sums it up for now.  I'll hopefully keep up the writing thing so don't give up on me just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112845332060978496?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112845332060978496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112845332060978496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112845332060978496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112845332060978496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-when-you-thought-you-heard-last-of.html' title='Just when you thought you heard the last of me....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112278331450879620</id><published>2005-07-30T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:05:55.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I finally got to let it out</title><content type='html'>Ever since I moved here I have noticed many things about the differences between bars/clubs here and bars/clubs in Florida- the main thing being: hardly anyone dances. We can be at a really cool bar and they are playing awesome music and people will just sit there like its no big thing. Meanwhile I am dying to dance, but no one is dancing. Sure, there have been some places where there is "dancing", but its the "I don't really want to dance I am just kind of standing here moving around" type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is the get down, hair in your face, so hot you're sweating, dancing. You know, the kind that you can feel the after affects in your legs for days after. Well, I am happy to say that last night I found that place and almost one year of built up non-dancing frustration was unleashed on all those there. Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was &lt;a href="http://www.aubarnewyork.com/club58.asp"&gt;Aubar&lt;/a&gt; on E. 58th. Let me tell you that DJ was amazing last night. EVERYONE was dancing their asses off and the music and atmosphere were fantastic. If you live in NYC and you haven't been there and enjoy getting down, I highly recommend it. My normal selection of places to frequent isn't normally this kind of place because it has a "strict &amp; selective" door policy where the guy choosing to let you in is the wearing sunglasses at night type- but it is well worth it for the dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to fly by and I couldn't be happier about that. I have a final on Monday, a major presentation on Tuesday, and an interview with NBC Sports &amp;amp; Olympics on Wednesday. The best part is that on Thursday I fly home to Florida for a month before school starts again. I will miss you new york, but I have got to have some family, pooch, and beach time. See you on the flip side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112278331450879620?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112278331450879620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112278331450879620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112278331450879620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112278331450879620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-i-finally-got-to-let-it-out.html' title='Well I finally got to let it out'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112196290764491421</id><published>2005-07-21T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:33:02.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a monster in my stomach</title><content type='html'>Well it was margarita night last night with the ladies and we headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.nycbestbars.com/MC.htm"&gt;Mo's Carribean&lt;/a&gt; on the Upper East Side for $1 margarita night. What do you think when you hear $1 margaritas? I anticipate a cup full of slushy ice crap that has a little flavor, but definitely no tequila. Well I was wrong- this place actually had strong margaritas for $1. My stupid mistake was consuming about 7 of these without anything more than some chips and salsa in my tummy. I am paying the price today. You know when you are in that "I can't even think about eating even though I know it will make me feel better" mood? Well I forced myself to eat something and it just isnt helping. It doesnt help that daytime tv is crap. I can only watch so many reruns of Laguna Beach. Ok, so I'm lying about that part. We all know I have a Laguna Beach problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running yesterday around the Washington Square Park area and let me tell you I thought I was going to die afterwards. Now before you start thinking I have no athletic endurance, what I am referring to is the extreme heat. Dear God what the hell is going on here?? Some days it is worse than Florida- particularly the days I have to ride on the subway. Down there it feels like you are all just sitting in a crock pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***removed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112196290764491421?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112196290764491421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112196290764491421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112196290764491421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112196290764491421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-monster-in-my-stomach.html' title='There&apos;s a monster in my stomach'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112174822411684631</id><published>2005-07-19T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:13:16.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Rewind</title><content type='html'>I'd have to say that this past weekend scored about an 7.5 out of 10 on the old fun-o-meter. Not too shabby at all. Friday night I joined some friends at the &lt;a href="http://www.hotelgansevoort.com/home_gansevoort.asp"&gt;Hotel Gansevoort&lt;/a&gt; in the meatpacking district for a birthday party for some guy I met for 2 seconds- ahh the bonds we make. The drinks ended up being like $15 each so we didn't last too long there. We later ended up at Brass Monkey where I proceeded to get pretty drunk and finally get some dancing out of my system. Its always fun to see the faces of friends who you've been out with before but have not yet been exposed to "that side" of you. Luckily, they were happy faces, delighted to see I had crossed over into the bad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw the Wedding Crashers, and if you haven't, get off your ass and get to the theatre because it was so hilariously good. I mean I knew it was going to be funny, but not that funny. Vince Vaughn delivers some killer lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news- Am I the only one who has never read a Harry Potter book? I've seen more people my age get excited about this book than kids. I hear J.K. Rowling is now the richest woman in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done reading &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/reviews/2004-04-14-bergdorf-blondes_x.htm"&gt;Bergdorf Blondes&lt;/a&gt; and I must say, unless there is some amazing turnaround in the end, I am none too impressed. I mean I didn't expect too much and kind of just grabbed this book when I was in the airport, but it is so far from my new york city life that it almost doesn't even seem believeable even in a make-believe way. Most of the characters repulse me and I think I just end up getting jealous of how such stupid women can manage to get men all the time. The answer to that so far = money. I'm not an avid reader of "chic lit", soI am hoping that this book doesn't speak for the genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen that show on ABC called "&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/HookingUp/story?id=928645&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Hooking Up&lt;/a&gt;"? I think its first episode was this past week- and I am already addicted. It follows the tales of 11 women that are looking for love over the internet. It's pretty good so far and almost makes you want to try the whole online dating thing. Until of course you realize you've already done that and it ended poorly. I use to be on Lavalife and did actually meet a guy one time. I'm not proud of it, but not embarrassed either. I was honest and sent a real pic. He on the other hand sent an old pic. A 30lbs lighter pic. Not that I am all about looks, but come on, deception is not the way to start out. Needless to say, after that night I closed my account and it hasn't been ressurected. At least not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112174822411684631?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112174822411684631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112174822411684631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112174822411684631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112174822411684631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend-rewind.html' title='Weekend Rewind'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-112113991223514590</id><published>2005-07-11T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:28:23.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>California knows how to party</title><content type='html'>Well I've been back in NYC for a few days now, but am still yet to return to eastern time. The trip was amazing and exactly what I needed- well sort of. Here's the rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Navy fly boys around: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of drinks consumed over the week: lots and lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of hours spent on the beach: 10+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of bars we got kicked out of: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of wineries visited in Temecula Valley: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of party buses that brokedown on the highway: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of dead mice scooped out of the pool and served on a plate to me with shredded cheese for breakfast: 1 (thank you Brandon and Runzel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of casinos visited: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of lbs of chicken we bought and then never cooked and had to throw out: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of pictures I took: 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number showing me in a bathing suit and will therefore be deleted from existence: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I wanted to jump a flyboy but didn't because I was stupid enough to have a semi-date for that weekend: 483&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I heard the guy I use to like/have sex with; have sex with someone else: 1 (cyanide tablet please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that about sums it up. It was an awesome crazy time, but also a trip of realizations. The LA guy that I liked so much- yeah, not so much anymore. I mean he's sweet and all, but I think the attraction is gone for me. Then again its got to be hard standing up next to some of these navy boys you know? Well my plan for the trip was sex and alcohol, yep I was doing it spring break style. At least I got the alcohol part done right. Crap. That's cool, I'll just have sex next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just to share- here's my backhanded compliment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scene:&lt;/strong&gt; my class group is leaving school and talking about how everyone looks at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outspoken girl of the group says:&lt;/strong&gt; "well Laura, she always looks...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another girl:&lt;/strong&gt; "like she just got off the beach" (yea, I'll take that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to outspoken girl:&lt;/strong&gt; "...well she always looks so cute, her hair, her clothes- she looks like she just jumped out of GAP Kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right people, not GAP- GAP Kids. And she actually thought that was a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you fat bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-112113991223514590?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/112113991223514590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=112113991223514590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112113991223514590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/112113991223514590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/07/california-knows-how-to-party.html' title='California knows how to party'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111963575467165300</id><published>2005-06-24T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:56:23.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out world, Tom Cruise apparently knows everything</title><content type='html'>Alright so I came across &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/06/24/people.cruise.ap/index.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; this morning about Tom Cruise and Matt Lauer in a heated interview on the TODAY Show. All I can say is that if those Tom Cruise quotes are correct, and Im sure they are, then Tom Cruise sounds like he is on his way to being more and more disliked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its officially 5 days before I leave for sunny San Diego. I am really excited, but I would be more excited if the trip there wasn't going to be hell on earth. My best friend's mother is a flight attendant and gave me a free roundtrip ticket to wherever they fly. Sweet right? Of course. I am so completely thankful for it. Unfortunately, they only fly out of Islip airport in Long Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my trip to Cali:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi to bus stop at 40th street&lt;br /&gt;Take the Hampton Jitney for an hour to Long Island&lt;br /&gt;Take taxi from dropoff point to the airport&lt;br /&gt;Wait at airport 2 hours early (its a standby ticket)&lt;br /&gt;Take off and fly to Baltimore- switch planes&lt;br /&gt;Take off and fly to New Mexico- sit for 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Take off and land in San Diego- 100 billion hours later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that I will either arrive in a shitty ass mood or totally smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a good time though. I have plans to explore San Diego, party it up on the beach on the 4th, and spend a day in Temecula Valley doing some wine tasting. The best part is that my LA guy is driving down for 2 days to spend time with me- yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to writing this damn paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111963575467165300?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111963575467165300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111963575467165300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111963575467165300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111963575467165300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/06/watch-out-world-tom-cruise-apparently.html' title='Watch out world, Tom Cruise apparently knows everything'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111903696956492941</id><published>2005-06-17T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:36:09.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one of you bitches is obsessed with me?</title><content type='html'>Well I guess we all knew it was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/cruise.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But did anyone think it would happen this quick? I guess I should be happy for her, but I am still adjusting to the weirdness of it all. I really love Nicole Kidman too so I guess I was secretly wishing they were back together. However, my wishes having to do with the opposite sex never come true or else I wouldn't be writing right now, I'd be in bed with Christian Bale. Ahh Christian. I need to see Batman Begins this weekend, has anyone seen it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the "&lt;a href="http://www.rockefellercenter.com/home.html"&gt;Drive In Movies at the Rock&lt;/a&gt;" last night to watch Rosanna Arquette's film. It was pretty cool even though it was rainy and Rosanna showed up to introduce the film and then sat and watched it with us. If it doesn't rain tomorrow night maybe I'll head out there again. Tonight, its &lt;a href="http://rapatina.com/rinkBar/"&gt;Rink Bar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Laura is a freak magnet" news- I got two phonecalls from an "unknown" number yesterday. The first one I didn't answer and the second time they left a message. Now first imagine some scary little gremlin voice. Now imagine that voice saying "Laura when are you coming home...I'm waiting for you". Yea, that was the message. No it wasn't any of my friends or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say this is an isolated event, but it isn't. A year or so ago some idiots found my screen name and proceeded to bother me asking me questions about highschool and then random things about my current friends. Needless to say they were blocked, although I never found out who they were. Then last year I got a message on my machine of a guy singing the whole "you are my sunshine" song to me. No idea who it was, I listened to it like a billion times. Again, and unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently before yesterday, back in September I was home in FL for my dad's bday and I got a text msg from someone with a 321 area code (Melbourne, where I am from). The message said "I love you more than you know". I replied back and said " I think you have the wrong number". Then they said "No I dont think so". And that was it. I googled the number and was only able to find out that it was a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, who is this freak and why the hell are they obsessed with me? Im just a regular girl. Anyways, I was looking at my site hits this morning and noticed that there was a google reference. I love those because people always get to my site from searching for crazy things. Well guess what this google search was:  "get laura now".  And the paranoia continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111903696956492941?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111903696956492941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111903696956492941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111903696956492941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111903696956492941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-one-of-you-bitches-is-obsessed.html' title='Which one of you bitches is obsessed with me?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111889324362396351</id><published>2005-06-15T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:40:43.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This shit is bananas</title><content type='html'>Well what a damn crazy week I have had. I've told this story oh so many times now that I am going to have to give you the short version because I just don't have the energy. On Monday I was at a regular doctor's appointment at school and was getting blood taken when I blacked out and go into what my doctor said was 3 separate seizures. Ever since I was little I have had a thing with fainting but I had thought I outgrew any kind of reaction. Apparently not. Anyways, when I finally came to after the third "seizure", I had lost all the feeling in my hands, my body temp had dropped to like 93 degrees and wasn't breathing very well. Before I could even really realize what was happening the paramedics were there and I was being loaded onto a stretcher, oxygen mask and all. While riding in the ambulance I was just in state of shock and confusion, luckily the hospital was really close. Anyways, to sum this all up, I was in the ER for most of the day getting bloodwork done and a catscan. Everything came out normal and they would like to say that it was just a case of fainting considering the circumstance, but they are unable to say (due to me shaking and my eyes rolling back) that it definitely wasn't a seizure unless they witnessed it themselves. So long story short, I am doing well, relieved everything came back normal, and have no plans to get any blood drawn for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that was my Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week so far has been pretty good, thank god we are moving away from this heatwave. It has been so unbearable, I dont know how those guys walk around in business suits. I walk around in tank tops and cotton skirts and I am still dying of heat. The next step is to shave my head but I am convinced my skull wont be attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty Im out of here. Hey NYC'ers- whats the best place to get really good Sangria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111889324362396351?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111889324362396351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111889324362396351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111889324362396351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111889324362396351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-shit-is-bananas.html' title='This shit is bananas'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111828489749259236</id><published>2005-06-08T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:41:37.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>26 is the new 25</title><content type='html'>Well summer has officially hit New York City and what grander of an entrance to make than to give us a 94 degree day like today. You know, one of those days where you get dressed and walk to the street corner and you are already sweaty. It wasn't even this hot in Florida when I was there on Monday. All of you bastards with central air, I am cursing you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday was my 26th birthday. Yep, thats right, I might look like I am 19, but I am in fact now (as my sister likes to call it): four years away from being thirty. No comment. Ever have one of those years when you have a birthday and you are like "this is my year, this is when its all going to happen!". Well I said that for 25, and I guess looking back it all did really "happen". I applied to grad school, quit my secure job, gave up my fabulous apartment, left all my family and friends and moved to NYC, where I scored an apartment in the best location ever, was immediately elected an officer of Fordham's Business' largest media organization, and interned at what has been my #1 media job choice for as long as I can remember, NBC. If it sounds like I am tooting my own horn, I am, and I'm allowed to, it was my birthday damnit and Im going to relfect. Oh, and I also left out the part about meeting who I thought could be "the one", but since he is now in LA I figured that kind of cancels out, but it was nice to have those feelings again. For a second it was like I had a boyfriend, imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm excited about 26. I mean I will be interning again, graduating, and who knows what else, hopefully there is a job in that mix, and maybe a boy, or two. I guess I'm not really freaked out about my age that much. I will probably start to get a little nervous when I am in the 28 to 30 age range, but then again, thats what I thought about 25, and look here I am, one year past and doing swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I got for now. In case I dont make it back to the blog by Friday, for those in the NYC area make sure to check out &lt;a href="http://www.lindypromo.com/events_newyork.php"&gt;The Greenwich Village Bar Tour&lt;/a&gt; this Saturday- its tons of drunken fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111828489749259236?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111828489749259236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111828489749259236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111828489749259236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111828489749259236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/06/26-is-new-25.html' title='26 is the new 25'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111707482828674363</id><published>2005-05-25T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:34:53.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you sexy little bastards?</title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning with that feeling that something was suppose to happen today. All morning it drove me crazy because I couldn't think of what the hell it was. Then it hit me. Fleet Week begins today. Now for most of you this is no big deal, but for someone who has a major thing for Navy boys in uniform, this is Christmas in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I finally realized the parade of ships had started 4 hours earlier, I threw on some clothes and walked out to the river to see if I could catch a glimpse of any of the ships coming in. Well I saw 2, yippy, and then proceeded to walk all the way down to battery park just to catch a smidge of anything navy-esque. Well an hour later I was riding home on the subway glimpse and smidgeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I were on our way to the Upright Citizens Brigade show when I was telling her about missing the festivities and as I spoke a subway car filled with navy boys flew by me. This continued to happen throughout the night. At one point Im not even sure if I actually saw them or I had started to hallucinate flashes of white. My best friend is a Navy pilot so I have met loads of Navy boys and have had such great times hanging out with them, which I would like to have more of, but I just can't find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just befriend one of them so I could get inside info on where all the parties were and stuff that would be great, but I am yet to do so. I read on somone else's blog that Fleet Week headquarters is normally at &lt;a href="http://www.redrockwestsaloon.com/blog/blogger.html"&gt;Red Rock West&lt;/a&gt; so maybe I'll give that a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;March your asses on down to the West Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/sailors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else get incredibly happy when seeing this &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/ads/rollerskating/640.html"&gt;ipod commercial&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111707482828674363?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111707482828674363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111707482828674363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111707482828674363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111707482828674363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-are-you-sexy-little-bastards.html' title='Where are you sexy little bastards?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111699013514596926</id><published>2005-05-24T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:45:58.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As if you needed more proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 Reasons why I am weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I keep certain people I find incredibly annoying on my buddy list just because their away messages are some of the most retarded I have ever seen and continually piss me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate donuts and have never had a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I become more emotionally distraught over harm to animals than harm to humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I get teary eyed at &lt;a href="http://www.publix.com/"&gt;Publix&lt;/a&gt; commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I can be aroused with a man's display of knowledge of history and art (and no I dont mean old fogies, I mean guys around my age you sickies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I once considered an offer to lick a friends balls in exchange for a slice of pizza (if thats not extreme hunger, I dont know what is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I am convinced &lt;a href="http://www.calicojacksnyc.com/flashIndex.php"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; puts something drug-a-licious in their drinks, and not in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I really don't like Russell Crowe. I don't know anything about him or much about his movie career, but I genuinely dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I am secretly dying to know what is going on with the cast of MTV's Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I think these are &lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/usa/eat/features/mcgriddles.html"&gt;nasty nasty little sandwiches &lt;/a&gt;- I know someone else out there has to agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have shared, give me a reason why you are weird, because let's face it, we both know you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111699013514596926?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111699013514596926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111699013514596926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111699013514596926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111699013514596926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-if-you-needed-more-proof.html' title='As if you needed more proof'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111500643849706456</id><published>2005-05-01T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:02:41.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week begins</title><content type='html'>Well my mom left this morning after what I would like to say was quite the lovely visit. We had good weather for the most part except for the one day that we really needed it which was yesterday. The Revlon 5k was a great time and a wet one at that. All three miles it rained on us, but I guess it could have been much worse. We did get to see a good handful of celebs and the lady that plays the ADA on Law &amp; Order SVU was standing next to us during the opening ceremonies, and Mariska Hargitay was one of the event hosts, so my mom (a Law &amp;amp; Order junkie) was quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a gorgeous day and it all started off with me coming back from breakfast and watching 30,000 bikers bike down 6th Ave. at 8am. There is nothing that makes you feel more guilty from just eating delicious french toast than watching thousands of bikers, most of which are much older than you, bike their way to a healthier body. Makeover time is soon approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been finding I go to the river quite often these days, especially on days like this where it is just too gorgeous to stay inside. My roommate and I strolled down by the Hudson to Battery Park and as we were walking I spotted someone that looked awfully familiar. Low and behold I had my first star sighting that I didn't have to be told who to look at. I am always the person that never spots anyone and it gets annoying, like...."Hey, that was just Martin Scorcese that just walked by"...yea, a whole 4 people on the street (3 of which were my friends and I) and I miss him. Anyways-do you guys watch Grey's Anatomy? Well I am addicted to that show and the guy I saw is the guy who plays George on that show. You know....the sweet, funny one who lives in the house with them. Yep. Well he is just adorable in person and seemed to be out for a stroll like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to all the suggestions on shows to see. We kind of left it to the last minute and ended up seeing Rent. Great show, great cast, just a little too morbid for me. Does anyone else get annoyed with how no one dresses up for shows anymore? Flips flops and tshirts don't exactly qualify as broadway show attire in my book, but perhaps maybe I am just very traditional with that sort of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111500643849706456?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111500643849706456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111500643849706456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111500643849706456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111500643849706456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-week-begins.html' title='Another week begins'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111454006503299770</id><published>2005-04-26T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:27:45.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are falling right into place</title><content type='html'>I can see it unfolding already, and its going to be a great summer, I just know it.  The Shins concert was awwwesome!! Man they really played well and James Mercer's voice just makes you want to love him. Earlier that day my roommate and I headed out for what was suppose to be just a walk along the hudson but ended up being 7.5 miles of walking. We charted it when we came back and we covered the entire southern tip of Manhattan, from Christopher street down. Needless to say my ass is as tight as a brick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom comes to visit tomorrow so I am in spring cleaning mode for these next two days. I am thrilled for her to see where I live and explore the area because I know she will love it. For any NYC'ers looking for something to do on Saturday, come out the &lt;a href="http://www.revlonrunwalk.com/ny/index.html"&gt;Revlon Run/Walk 5k for Women&lt;/a&gt;. Its going to be a great event and hopefully it won't rain. The money raised benefits all women's cancers. After that there is the Upper West Side Bar Tour, which I am sorry to miss, but I doubt my mom would enjoy it as much as I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love not working right now (as all of you at your work computers cringe)- yea, but I've been where you are and I didn't care for it one bit, at least not now. So, my solution was to borrow a shitload of money and move here with the hopes I will land an awesome job and have an amazing time. Well the amazing time part can be checked off. I might be getting a part time job at school working as a grad assistant to the asst. dean, so that could be cool, especially since its paid. Truthfully though, I dont know how realistic it is for this summer though because I am traveling somewhere every freaking month. Next month I'm going to Fl, in June I am going to Hilton Head Island, and then in July I'm going to San Diego &amp; Vegas.  I am so excited about San Diego and Vegas. I have never been to San Diego before, but have always thought it was so beautiful from what I had seen. Now that my good friend Brandon has a beach house there, it would be crazy for us not to go. Plus being in Vegas with 3 of my closest college friends will be so incredibly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real news on the guy front other than they confuse the hell out of me, but what else is knew. I met up with some friends at The Black Door in Chelsea on Friday, one of the friends being a guy I worked with at NBC that I assured myself was too young for me (22 versus my almost 26). Yea well it didn't take long for the crush to start all over again. I can't tell if he is interested or not because he shows so many mixed signals. Damn guys. If he doesn't get in touch with me in the next week or so I am hoping the whole "out of sight out mind" thing will work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll- What is the best Broadway show you have been to? My mom wants to go see one while she is here, so Im looking for suggestions. We've already seen  Phantom of the Opera, Fosse, &amp; Cabaret- so something besides those. I was thinking Mamma Mia or Wicked......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111454006503299770?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111454006503299770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111454006503299770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111454006503299770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111454006503299770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-are-falling-right-into-place.html' title='Things are falling right into place'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111414431594013699</id><published>2005-04-22T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:31:55.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And my life begins again...</title><content type='html'>I took my last final tonight and I can't believe that I already have another semester under my belt. What a whirlwind it has been since January. While I love craziness, the semester wore me out between work and school and I am in much need of a very awesome, relaxing summer.  This is the first time in a looong time that I don't have work to go to tomorrow or a test to study for. What a weird feeling. I'm really glad that we had great weather the whole time I had to be indoors studying and now that I am done we have a cold front and rain, terrif. Even so, I have a fun weekend planned. Tomorrow I'm heading over to Queens to finally check out this famous beer garden with some friends. I've actually never even been to a beer garden, but it looks pretty neat and is supposedly the only one left in NYC, or so they claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/beergarden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday there is some art and garden festival over by NYU, hopefully it won't get rained out. Saturday night is a party for a bud of mine who got a job at NBC and then on Sunday I'm finally going to see The Shins, woohoo! I'd love to see one of the films at the Tribeca Film Festival also, but I wouldn't know where to begin in choosing which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the walls have finally come down on the West 4th station right where I live to reveal the front of a new IFC theatre. Pretty cool eh? At least all that clattering at 8am every morning will at least be for something neat. As far as I know it will have three screens and is set to open late Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are wondeing how my NBC internship wrapped up, it went superbly. I spent my second to last day on the Nightly News set talking to Brian Williams and watching him film an interview. It couldn't have ended it more perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question for you NYC'ers--any suggestions on a good afternoon tea &amp; pastry place in the village or soho areas?  I know there are billions, but just wanted to see if there were any recommendations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111414431594013699?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111414431594013699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111414431594013699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111414431594013699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111414431594013699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-my-life-begins-again.html' title='And my life begins again...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111299065715612515</id><published>2005-04-08T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:05:26.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal Mart red bow becomes scarlet letter of singledom</title><content type='html'>In the coming year if you happen to be in a Wal Mart and a wily looking character with a red bow tied to his cart starts falling you around with cheese and a bottle of wine, well you'll know why. Wal Mart has apparently entered the match making business. That's right, the one place I equate with shopping hell on earth is now the new hotspot for some singles. Luckily, right now this is only going on in their stores in Germany, but it has had such a huge success that they are testing it out in Puerto Rico, South Korea, and Britain. You know what that means...it's only a matter of time before it makes it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you interested in what this entails (and you know you all are), here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;On Friday nights between 6 &amp;amp; 8pm single shoppers can come in and are given a bright red bow to attach to their cart or their basket. This should signal other singles to approach them and ask them out. In case you are a little too shy for that, they have also set up what they call "flirting points" which are areas in the store that carry romantic type items like chocolate and wine. In addition you can post your picture on a bulletin board and are assigned a box for people to drop their card in if interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, this grosses me out because I have been to several Wal Marts and good looking people are few and far between. Hmm..wait a minute. Ok, keep obvious joke to yourself. Anyways, anyone who has ever frequented a Wal Mart knows what I mean. However, I guess it's not all bad for some people. For example, this story from a Wal Mart in Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Another cute story," she continued, "is of a 74-year-old woman who posted her picture. A 74-year-old man saw it but was nervous to drop his card in her box. So the Wal-Mart associates first got him spruced up at the hairdressers at the Wal-Mart store, took a picture, and posted it on the board. I think the two of them are now seeing each other." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to admit that has the "awww" factor in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, if it ever gets bad enough that I have to strap a big bright object to me and then parade around in front of others to get their attention...well, let's just hope that never happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111299065715612515?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111299065715612515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111299065715612515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111299065715612515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111299065715612515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/04/wal-mart-red-bow-becomes-scarlet-letter.html' title='Wal Mart red bow becomes scarlet letter of singledom'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111118089546237401</id><published>2005-03-18T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:21:35.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day in the life on an NBC intern</title><content type='html'>So I was just walking around the building to go do my satellite feed when I came around a corner and bumped into &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005265/"&gt;Kevin Nealon&lt;/a&gt;!!! Of course I couldn't remember his name to save the life of me, but I knew he was from SNL and tons of other things. So anyways, he asked me how to get to the 17th floor from where he was (trust me, this building is so confusing)- so I responded only after I realized I was standing there, probably with my mouth open, not saying a word since the moment I saw him. Anyways, he smiled and said thanks and the nice lady he was with also said thanks. Man he is super tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way back Dan Barbosa held the door open for me. Ok, so he's not famous, but it was funny to see him in person. For those of you who don't know, he is a producer of the TODAY show and they did a little stint on him trying to get a date with Tara Reid. &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/entertainment/41585.htm"&gt;Snippet here&lt;/a&gt; He is actually much better looking in real life. I wonder how often that is the case....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- I was really happy to find out that like 600+ interns applied this semester and they only took like 150 of them. I knew it was competitive, but I didn't know it was THAT competitive- yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it, just had to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111118089546237401?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111118089546237401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111118089546237401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111118089546237401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111118089546237401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-another-day-in-life-on-nbc-intern.html' title='Just another day in the life on an NBC intern'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111111791232404219</id><published>2005-03-17T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:51:52.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>So I am noticing a trend, and it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Laura spots cute guy, Laura talks to cute guy, Laura realizes she is about 4 years older than cute guy. For some reason, lately all of the guys I am attracted to are 22 years old. How am I magically too old for some guys now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in celebration of my singledom, I am declaring this summer, in Seinfeld style, the summer of Laura. Fun will be had, boys will be kissed, and by god there will be dancing in cute outfits. After this hellish semester I am ready to let it all hang out and really enjoy my first NYC summer. Here's to hoping. No, screw that, its happening. F hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a gorgeous St. Patrick's Day. I headed out to the parade for a little bit in between work and I must say that my favorite part, aside from the bagpipers, was all the little old Irish men walking around so happily. They are just adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/pattys1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/pattys2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/pattys3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day in NYC before I go to FL for spring break. I can't wait and I'm hoping I will bring a little warm weather back with me because I am sick of seeing all the cute clothes that all the stores are putting out because its too cold to wear them! Stupid stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my block there use to be an internet cafe that had the best smoothies. Sure, they were like $6 a pop, but they were worth it. Well, that closed down about two weeks ago only to be unveiled this week as "Papaya Dog". That's right, in the exact same fashion as Papaya King and Gray's Papaya, there is yet another hot dog joint. The bad news is, its just as good. Well, as good as you can get for a 95cent hotdog.  Just what I need 25 feet from my door, cheap temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to packing. When I return, I'm hoping to feel rejuvenated and well, not be so damn white. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111111791232404219?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111111791232404219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111111791232404219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111111791232404219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111111791232404219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111058821375656439</id><published>2005-03-11T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:44:28.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days until Florida</title><content type='html'>Spring, Summer, I just want whatever season will allow me to get the hell out of these damn pants and boots. I am ready for sundresses and mini skirts, tan skin--and believe it or not- exercise! I swear it is impossible to try and look cute when you have a billion layers on. And going out- forget it. I attempted to still wear cute tops but I would freeze my ass off. Now the cutest thing I can muster up to wear "out" is maybe a sweater with a low neckline...OooOOoohh. Lame. Well not tonight, I'm wearing my sexy top and I don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with your weekend lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why less clothing is good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/good.jpg" align="center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a reason why less clothing can be bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/bad.jpg" align="center" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111058821375656439?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111058821375656439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111058821375656439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111058821375656439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111058821375656439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/03/8-days-until-florida.html' title='8 days until Florida'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111042449266384565</id><published>2005-03-09T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:14:52.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>For those of you who recall, I wrote a post in the past month about an internet company called "Indiigo 2 Emporium Store" who has been playing games with me since last July via email. Long story short, I bought their product, paid for their product, they never sent me the product. If you want to know the whole story, scroll down to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the post, I have been contacted by a couple of people who came across my blog while doing a search for this company- it turns out it is the first hit when you google the store name. These people had also been defrauded. Anyways, yesterday I get a call from a Detective in the internet fraud division of the Scottsdale, AZ police department.  They received my IFCC filing as well as some 30+ others filed just last year. There were even a couple filed just in the past couple of weeks. Anyways, he told me that they have been investigating this company due to the large amount of filings and were looking for my cooperation in submitting information. Apparently this company ceased to exist with the state as of 2002- nice. Man I can't tell you how thrilled I am that these bastards are getting caught. I only wish I could see the looks on their faces when the police come knocking on their door. Yay, I'm a whistleblower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other news, when the hell is the freaking cold going to go away? We had such a tease a few days ago when it was 60. Everyone was all happy, the restaurant brought their little tables back out, and then the next day we had a snow storm. Lovely. I am now back to freezing in my apartment (of course on the 60 degree day my heat was working like crazy- but now, not so much). If you could only see what I am wearing now, I am the most mismatched son of a gun there is- but I'm warm and that's all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of warm, I bought my plane ticket home to FL today. Ten days of glorious weather, I can't wait. It will be nice to get a little color back on this skin. Seeing my veins through virtually every part of my body isn't as neato as one might think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, this isn't an NBC plug, except that it kind of is. Has anyone seen the new show "The Contender"? Holy shit it is good. I have been waiting for the premiere forever because the promos were so good (yep, they come from the creative folks in my department). I was really afraid that the show would not live up to the advertisements, but it definitely did. I was so emotionally invested just during the first show, I'm sure I will be hooked for the whole season. If you haven't seen it yet, check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111042449266384565?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111042449266384565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111042449266384565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111042449266384565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111042449266384565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/03/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-111016857857735041</id><published>2005-03-06T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:13:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Home</title><content type='html'>When I first moved to New York, I was thrilled to see that my new apartment was sharing an address with the "Home Restaurant". Judging by it's country style sign that hangs over the doorway, fresh platter of cookies in the entryway, and a welcoming and warm interior- I was sure that this place would be frequented by my roommate and I as I imagined warm biscuits and hearty breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after moving in, my friends and I finally made it to brunch at Home Restaurant. The food was very good, but not at all what we were expecting. It was more of a stylized menu that focused both and on taste and presentation- which of course is great, but again, not "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we haven't been actively looking for such a restaurant, we continually would mention how we could really use a good southern type meal. While New York City has an amazing assortment of places to eat, I was having a hard time finding a place with real southern "soul food". Then again, we weren't really looking, just complaining that we hadn't seen any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night, while deciding where to go eat, I began my search. Out pops the name of a place called "The Pink Teacup". The great part is, its like right around the corner from my apartment. The menu looks great and convinces us enough to head out to Grove Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outside, there wasn't much that advertises this place as &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;place for southern cooking, but afterwards, we would see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered into the small restaurant which boasted pink walls and an enticing array of smells that could make your mouth water even if you just finished a meal. The wall on the left housed various pictures of Martin Luther King Jr, and the wall on the right was adorned by tons of famous people who had been there saying it was the best they have ever had. Apparently Oprah and Whoopi Goldberg are frequent patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we seated ourselves in the corner we were pleasantly greeted and handed a menu. From start to finish I have to say that this is one of the best meals I have had since I have moved to the city. We started out with a delicious soup that seemed to be made of some type of bean, but in a chicken like broth that had a bite to it. This was followed by a salad and our main course. Now I must say, the menu choices for your main course are extensive, but judging by what I saw everyone else order, there is probably not one thing on there I wouldn't get. For myself, I ordered the BBQ pork, string beans, potatoe salad, and cornbread. Seriously, best damn cornbread I have ever had. Even if you dont like cornbread, you will like this cornbread, guaranteed. Everything was amazingly good. There really wasn't even one part of that meal that was mediocre, right down to their sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the food fabulous, but the atmosphere just made you feel good. The music would flow from good oldies to Usher...always keeping the customers tapping their toes. I just kept waiting for the lady next to me to hop out of her seat and start dancing. Every once in a while you would hear the cook in the kitchen singing some old R&amp;amp;B type a song and it just made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up our meal with warm peach cobbler- almost in disbelief of how good it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were finishing up, the line outside of people was growing and growing- waiting for the first table to get up so they could run in and snatch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to our apartment saying how we had to go there at least once a week and imagining how delicious their breakfast must be. We also thought how scary it is that this place was so close, yet we never knew it existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for all you nyc'ers who haven't been there, you don't need to be from the south to love this food, you just have to be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepinkteacup.com/"&gt;http://www.thepinkteacup.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-111016857857735041?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/111016857857735041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=111016857857735041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111016857857735041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/111016857857735041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/03/taste-of-home.html' title='A Taste of Home'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110996871759768381</id><published>2005-03-04T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:47:38.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Water Everywhere...</title><content type='html'>and not one damn drop to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tell you what, there is a surplus of adorable guys that work here at NBC. The bad news, every single one of them is already taken. The even worse news is that they will flirt with you like they are single,invite you out, get you all excited about "possibilities", and then boom- you find out they have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of weeks I have been crushing (for lack of a much better word) on 2 guys that are just both adorable. Actually, there would be 3 guys, one of which looks and acts like Luke Wilson, but I already knew he had a girlfriend- and Im not about going after that. So anyways, back to 2 guys. At first, this one guy I met my first day here because it turns out he was/is good friends with my "nyc boy" - for all of you who remember my posts on him. So anyways, I always kind of viewed him as off limits, except that he grew continually flirty with me and I started to rationalize it in my head. Long story short, went out last night with him and many others- found out he has a girlfriend. Barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dude is completely adorable too, but much more shy. I wish I could judge his behavior towards me as being reflective of what he thinks of me, but I just can't because my feelings for him are in no way reflected in my actions. I get so freaking stupid around him its awful. I completely clam up and can't even make eye contact with him. Part of me thinks, you are interning here for like 5 more weeks, who cares, just freaking ask him out. I just don't know though. I would like to start off this summer nicely- avoiding all possible rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words I am a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should just give up on guys altogether and get working on my dog farm. That's right- acres and acres of open land with large and small dogs alike living happily and running out in the open. I'll just save all those sheltered pooches and that will be my life. Sounds thrilling right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it doesn't help that I have been watching the marathon episodes of "Single in the City- New York" on the WE channel. All of these ladies who are living in amazing apartments, have no jobs, and unlimited funds- yea real realistic for me, thanks. Hell if that was my life, I think I'd be ok with not having a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness in 2 weeks I will be home, laying on the beach, getting tan and loving the Florida weather. I need a vacation bigtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110996871759768381?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110996871759768381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110996871759768381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110996871759768381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110996871759768381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/03/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water Water Everywhere...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110852206093077148</id><published>2005-02-15T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:47:40.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I've lost all my readers....</title><content type='html'>So what can I say, I'm a busy gal.  A lot has happened since my last post and since I am lazy just take my word for it that the Navy winging weekend was hella fun....and that I had a GREAT time when my sister visited this past weekend. There, all caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was everyone's Valentine's day? Nothing to report here. I went to work, came home, my roommate and I bitched and laughed for a while, then I slipped into my nightly musings of tv, homework, and internet. NYC boy did call me though to say Happy Valentine's day, wasn't that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you in the NYC area...was today not a beautiful day? Almost 60! I'm so ready for spring and am in desperate need of some kind of tropical vacation. I don't think I have ever been this white, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see "The Gates" in Central Park this weekend. I guess it was a cool thing to do, mostly just because all of NYC was out there, but as far as how it took 21 years to "develop/realize" this project...well that's beyond me. And why orange? I'm sure there is some kind of reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well enough avoiding studying for my midterm.  Just wanted to let you know I was still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110852206093077148?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110852206093077148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110852206093077148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110852206093077148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110852206093077148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-that-ive-lost-all-my-readers.html' title='Now that I&apos;ve lost all my readers....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110745741133603914</id><published>2005-02-03T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:03:31.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too shabby</title><content type='html'>Aside from the hellish week it feels like it has been, its actually been pretty good. I got to meet Dermot Mulroney the other day when he was on the TODAY show, so that was pretty cool. He is just as cute in person, and of course, looks a shorter than he appears onscreen.  That seems to be the general difference with most people I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night they ordered me a car and sent me to the set of  Third Watch out in Brooklyn. That was pretty neato, especially the whole, "oh, thats my driver", haha, Im such a dork. Oh and I was just coming up the elevator and realized that I was riding up with &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/bios/Rachel_Dratch.html"&gt;this chica&lt;/a&gt; from SNL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I am super happy because I get to leave work early today because I am flying out to Corpus Christi with some friends to see my good friend Brandon get his wings.  He is in the Navy and has been training for what seems like forever to be a jet pilot. So we are looking forward to a weekend of celebration, drinking, and of course hot men in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend and HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIAN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110745741133603914?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110745741133603914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110745741133603914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110745741133603914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110745741133603914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-too-shabby.html' title='Not too shabby'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110692772331989639</id><published>2005-01-28T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:55:23.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>So something has been going on for a while now that I don't believe I have shared with you all on here. It originally was no big concern to me because so much was happening at the time, but now, it make my blood boil thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever bought anything on Ebay? Sure, most of us have, and for me it has always been a pleasant experience with no difficulties. Well its a whole new ballgame now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in July of 2004, yes that right, almost 7 months ago, I bid on an ipod cover on ebay. I won the bid, was notified by the seller and was then directed to a internet "storefront" where I could complete/track the order since it was actually a business that was the seller.  I went to the storefront, got their mailing address, and mailed by check to them. Keep in mind this was all in the time that I was moving out of my Orlando apt, moving back to Melbourne for 2 weeks, and then moving to NYC- there was a lot of shit going on.  Anyways, it was about 3 weeks after I moved here (mid September) that I realized I had never received the ipod cover.  I went back to the site, looked for a phone number (there was none), and then saw an email address. I emailed the company asking them what was going on. I received an email back from someone named "Ellen" saying they were sorry, that it was sent to the wrong address and they would resend it. Ok, so I gave them my new address and thouht all would be fine.  Two weeks later- nothing. I emailed again. "Ellen" responds again saying, "oh sorry, we will send it". Seriously, her emails are that casual. By late October I was getting pissed and I was like forget it, just refund my money, I don't want your fucking product anymore. This is when the fun started. I get an email back from her saying "I will notify the refund department". More time goes by, more emails just like the previous are exchanged. It is now almost December and due to midterms and finals and all that shit I never got around to really putting a lot of time into this matter. I would just get emails back saying "I will personally notify the refund department"- and then of course, you guessed it, nothing!  So now I am livid and I begin my "investigation" into this company. I can't find shit on them.  Their company name is so general, everything in the world comes up under a search.  I went back to their "storefront" and there is still just that address...which results in nothing on a search as well.  They aren't listed anywhere, not in the yellow pages, not online, nowhere. I tried emailing back the original seller name off ebay- and of course everything comes back as "undeliverable". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll try to sum up the rest quickly. Long story short, I found the name of the company that provides their interner storefront and I put in a complaint with the fraud/investigation department. I also filed with the &lt;a href="http://www1.ifccfbi.gov/index.asp"&gt;IFCC&lt;/a&gt; and will be filing with Ebay as well as the Better Business Bureau.  I emailed this Ellen chick back a few weeks ago and told her that if they can send me my product I will drop the complaints (no of course I wouldn't).  Since then Ive changed my mind because I dont want their stupid product, I just want my money back- not that it's even about money anymore.  Anyways, I just got her email this morning and it honestly read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, its a deal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will send your cover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ellen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is that? A deal? Yea, so you can imagine the email I wrote back to her, explaining that in noncorrupt businesses, a customer pays and the seller delivers, there is no "deal making" as to if either party should actually receive their end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are thinking I will eventually give up but they are sooooorely mistaken. I am royally pissed off, and I told them that if I have to notify every freaking bureau or complaint department I can, I will. If I know that for just 2 minutes they get a tad scared it will be all worth it. I seriously can't believe this crap though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, ok that was it, thats the whole story in a nutshell. For those of you who are wondering, the supposed name of the company is all of the following: "The Emporium 2 Company Store", "Emporium 2", and "Indiigo Emporium".  They are also supposedly located in Scottsdale, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated with what occurs with these bitches.  Until then, happy weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110692772331989639?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110692772331989639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110692772331989639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110692772331989639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110692772331989639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110650326474552837</id><published>2005-01-23T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:01:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Well I had my first blizzard last night and I have to say I enjoyed it immensely. Of course I didn't have to be anywhere, so I just stayed nestled up in my apartment with good movies, candles, and hot chocolate. At around 1am my roommate and I threw on all the layers of clothes and ventured out onto our street to snap some photos. Everything looks so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of our street:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/corneliastreet_snow.jpg" align="center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did go out and make a snow angel. Hey I'm from Florida, I'm allowed to act silly in the snow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110650326474552837?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110650326474552837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110650326474552837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110650326474552837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110650326474552837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walking in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110625386976449287</id><published>2005-01-20T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:57:44.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Moley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6847721/"&gt;Woman Gives Birth to Giant Baby in Brazil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 lbs of baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Christmas Turkey was 17lbs, have fun with those stretch marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110625386976449287?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110625386976449287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110625386976449287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110625386976449287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110625386976449287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-moley.html' title='Holy Moley'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110623822996138806</id><published>2005-01-20T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:23:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I love 4 day work weeks</title><content type='html'>You know, there are actually a good deal of companies now that have made their work week into four 12 hour days or something like that. Off the bat it sounds great, but I don't know, 12 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's Thursday and we all know what that means...The O.C tonight, woohoo! It's also the Apprentice premiere- hopefully it will be good. I saw a couple of boardroom clips yesterday, but not enough to make a judgement on whether or not it will be a good season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord it is back in the 30's today. Maybe I will make the dreaded trip to the grocery store now. I tell ya, it gets far too easy to just order in or go out when it gets this cold- not to mention pricey. However, my dilemma is this. I have a half-size refridgerator. Yea. Actually..its probably not even half-size, but its bigger than those portable ones you buy for dorm rooms. One of the many perks of an old West Village apartment. Anyways, the actual refridgerator part is small of course, but the freezer is super small. It can probably fit maybe 3 lean cuisines and an ice cube tray. So needless to say its not like I can prepare a lot of meals and keep them on hand- and trust me. I am so sick of salads and sandwiches. Not to mention I am sharing this refridgerator with a roommate, so its not like all the space is mine. Most of the time my day is from 9am to 8:30pm and by the time I get home there is no way in hell I want to cook.  I need to brainstorm on some good/easy dinners and lunches I could make- any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was about one paragraph too many about my refridgerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's getting close to Inauguration time so I'm going to get some stuff done before I tune in. That's another NBC perk- they encourage having the tv on in every office. Works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110623822996138806?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110623822996138806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110623822996138806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110623822996138806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110623822996138806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/man-i-love-4-day-work-weeks.html' title='Man I love 4 day work weeks'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110602774976811678</id><published>2005-01-18T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:55:49.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeeezing...literally</title><content type='html'>So my long awaited "look out my window and see my first New York snow" has finally come. It looked so pretty all over the ground and I found myself constantly looking around and smiling while I was outside. This could be because my face was frozen that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I've been neglecting this blog bigtime lately, but with school and work and all the other stuff going on something has got to give and it was this blog among other things. You didn't miss too much though. I was pretty sick all week and am still fighting the remnants of this cold/flu thing. Work has been crazy busy, but super interesting as always.  School has been ok too- I did fall asleep in one class last week though. I'm pretty sure someone noticed because I did one of those all of the sudden shakes when you wake yourself up...then I tried to play it off like I was brushing something off me. Yea, it was pretty transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this was pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;Brian, Ann, and I were walking back to my apartment from a movie on Tuesday night and guess who we passed walking right by my street? None other than Martin Scorcese. Brian noticed him first because he had made eye contact with him. Pretty neato ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those of you who are thinking, "What can I get for Laura since I was a little bitch and didn't get her anything for Christmas?"....well here is your answer: A San Francisco artist did a cool painting of the street I live on and I want it! Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/PD--10112308/sOrig--CRT/sOrigId--8572/Cornelia_Street.htm?ui=4ACA8E86C6C141F68ED40D5FC13D3445"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110602774976811678?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110602774976811678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110602774976811678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110602774976811678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110602774976811678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/freeeeezingliterally.html' title='Freeeeezing...literally'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110528586030072762</id><published>2005-01-09T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T11:37:33.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bing Laden</title><content type='html'>.....or so he has been dubbed by the BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe off and on you've heard little bits and pieces about Stephen Bing, a "sometimes" Hollywood Producer known for being a Playboy and living off his $400-600 million inheritance. He was probably most reluctantly thrown into the media during his disputes with Elizabeth Hurley who had gotten pregnant with Bing's baby. Bing publicy denied this saying the relationship wasn't serious, blah blah blah until tests came back in that the child was his. There is rumor that after he found out he was the father he asked Hurley to terminate the pregnancy. She refused. During the pregnancy it is said that he made no effort to be in touch with Elizabeth. He apparently has another kid out of wedlock with tennis player Lisa Bonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it doesn't sound like more than some usual Hollywood drama right? Well here is what I don't get. Stephen Bing has not only been romantically linked to Elizabeth Hurley, but also to Sharon Stone, Brooke Burns, and various others including many models like Gisele Bundchen. Of course, most notably, his most recent conquest has been Nicole Kidman, who is reported to be ready to get serious with him...and possibly get married? &lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/bing.bmp" align="right" /&gt;These women are all gorgeous.....so, what's going on here? I've never been one to be very superficial, but with this guy's background I would think he would have to be dashing to get some of the women he has had. However, handsome he is not, at least in my opinion. Ok, so maybe he is a great romancer right? Well judging by the poem he apparently wrote for Nicole Kidman, I'm guessing not so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know we'll be jolly, stuff turkey and wave mistletoe. Even better with friends than flying it solo. Me? I'll do it with this seasonal chick. She's a cool cat. Untie the bow and welcome the other Saint Nic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well he has to be doing something right to be getting all these women. It takes a lot more than an amazing bedroom performance to keep a solid relationship with a man. What's your secret Mr. Bing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....Brad &amp;amp; Jen = separated. I don't know about anyone else, but I had high hopes for these two. It seems like marriage in bigtime Hollywood is impossible. Before you could always look to Tom and Nicole and say, well some make it work. Then there was Brad and Jen, another hopeful couple. Now both couples are gone, what a shame. So who do we have remaining, Antonio and Melanie? Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110528586030072762?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110528586030072762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110528586030072762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110528586030072762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110528586030072762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/bing-laden.html' title='Bing Laden'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110507098751319528</id><published>2005-01-06T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:09:47.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a load of this crap</title><content type='html'>Just when you think some people have hit an all-time high on the stupidity scale...something pops  up to prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/0106fearfactor06-ON.html"&gt;http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/0106fearfactor06-ON.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the channel you dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- I'm starting to think Brian Williams is very attractive. Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110507098751319528?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110507098751319528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110507098751319528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110507098751319528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110507098751319528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/get-load-of-this-crap.html' title='Get a load of this crap'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110489741417021866</id><published>2005-01-04T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:00:06.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart NBC</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am exhausted and I imagine this will be the way I feel all semester. The good news is that my job roccckkkss! Seriously, in just the two days I have been there I have seen so much. We do all the promo clips and teasers for the affiliate networks...mainly for the Today show, Nightly News, and Dateline. Its cool because I get to review these scripts and preview the clips on the edit machines and then take them down to the satellite control area and broadcast them. Its alot more involved than it sounds, but I am way too tired for any detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing is that we film with Brian Williams everyday. We do the promo clips that precede the Nightly News with him every night so yesterday I was on the Nightly News set. I didn't get to meet Brian yet though because he is in Indonesia. Maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;I also was on the set of Dateline, NBC Sports, Last Call with Carson Daly, and then backstage at SNL....all very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NYC boy came and took me out to lunch today because thats the kind of sweetie he is. It really sucks that he's already flying back to Cali tomorrow :( First day of school was today too. The class was cool though, its "The Television Industry". My teacher seems really cool and we are using the book he wrote as our textbook so thats kinda neat...not to mention it was only $30, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, Im exhausted so Im out. Nighty poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110489741417021866?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110489741417021866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110489741417021866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110489741417021866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110489741417021866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-heart-nbc.html' title='I heart NBC'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110464181760698132</id><published>2005-01-01T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:00:46.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>Well here it is, the first day of a new year. I have to say that last year was quite life altering in a multitude of ways. Since most of it was documented here, those faithful readers I have had since the beginning know exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the many things that happened it pretty much leaves anything and everything as a possibility for what this year could entail. I like that. I like that life is so unpredicatable. I like that at age 25 I am still learning things I thought I had already figured out. John Lennon once said "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans", how right he was. Sometimes I really need to step outside myself to be able to take in everything going on around me. Sometimes I forget that I am living in the greatest city because it has oddly given me a very "at home" feeling that I wasn't expecting so soon. Of course nothing can replace my real home. I've only been back in NYC for one day and I already miss it, not the place so much as the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as a new year's resolution, I can't say I really have one yet. It seems like this year it needs to be much more than some cliche resolution like losing weight or whatever. Something that actually has meaning. I'll let you know when I figure it out, if I do. I guess if I were to hope for anything in the following year it would be a wish of health and happiness for everyone I know and love. What more do you need than that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had my first NYE kiss in wow, maybe 5 years? Not just an NYE kiss, I mean like one with someone you.....love. Yikes, did I just type that? My NYC turned LA guy rang in the new year with me and I must say it was a terrific time. Unfortunately he leaves again in a few days, and I guess my world goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion and in celebration of 2004, a year of change, here is what I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Time alone is good, and living alone is actually quite wonderful&lt;br /&gt;-Hard work does reap great rewards, although sometimes not immediately&lt;br /&gt;-Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's "&lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/our_products/flavor_details.cfm?product_id=137"&gt;Primary Berry Graham&lt;/a&gt;" is what I imagine sex with Chris Carrabba to be like, delicious&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes taking a chance and making the first move can be quite rewarding&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing replaces the feeling of "home"&lt;br /&gt;-Ann and I are capable of driving a 15ft truck pretty much anywhere&lt;br /&gt;-standardized tests are bullshit&lt;br /&gt;-when you love someone, you tell them&lt;br /&gt;-never settle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110464181760698132?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110464181760698132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110464181760698132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110464181760698132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110464181760698132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110316404920871903</id><published>2004-12-15T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:27:29.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>So I just got a call from my best friend in Georgia asking me about the new reality show on the WB that is taking place at UCF- where I use to go to school.  Ummm, I had no idea what she was talking about so I looked it up and sure enough...its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com/Shows/GenericShow/0,11116,205734,00.html"&gt;http://www.thewb.com/Shows/GenericShow/0,11116,205734,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110316404920871903?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110316404920871903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110316404920871903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110316404920871903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110316404920871903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110314349995937250</id><published>2004-12-15T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:47:06.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming around 3rd....almost home</title><content type='html'>So I made it. It's finally Wednesday and I have one more final to take tonight before I can mark myself down for one MBA semester under my belt. I can't believe I get to do this all over again next semester while working full-time. Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely reached that "screw it" point in studying when you know you have studied as much as you can and even though you have 2 more hours before the final anything you do from here on out will only be detrimental. So to me, now its just the formality of actually taking the test. Note to self for next semester- do not organize a study group and give them your HOME number. I have now had 4 calls today from people with statistics questions. Im not the professor people, while I am willing to help of course, don't call my home at 8am and start asking me questions like its nothing (yes, that did actually happen and no I was not already awake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my dad last night to picture a piece of rope on fire, with about 1/2 of a centimeter left before it completely burns out. Then I told him that rope was me. I think if I had to do one more day of school crap I would lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note though,&lt;br /&gt;1)my hair is cut and dyed so I am feeling all sassy, which is nice&lt;br /&gt;2)I found a cute cardigan and skirt on sale&lt;br /&gt;3)There may be a Chris Carrabba look alike roaming the streets of NYC- thanks &lt;a href="http://www.heatherfink.com"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;4)and Im going home tomorrow to Florida to see my dog and my family--woooohooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Im not posting for the next couple of days, have a great weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110314349995937250?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110314349995937250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110314349995937250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110314349995937250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110314349995937250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/coming-around-3rdalmost-home.html' title='Coming around 3rd....almost home'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110294913236635715</id><published>2004-12-13T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:45:32.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy imagination</title><content type='html'>It's amazing the kinds of things you can think about when you are alone in your apartment. Scary things. I've always been one to get freaked out by the possibilities of ghosts and what not since I was little. It's exciting and terrifying to me at the same time. I guess I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in my last apartment in Florida, I lived alone, but the apartment wasn't really conducive to thinking like that- it was so bright and big, so after a scary movie or whatever I wasn't in the whole "scared to walk to my bedroom" mode. This apartment, however is a different story. The funny thing is that this apartment could probably fit in my last apartments living room. I don't know what it is, but its definitely more scary to be here alone than it was in my last place. I think it might be the fact that this place is over a 100 years old and everything in and around here reflects that. I can't  help but think of all the other families and people that have lived in this apartment/building before I have. How many people spent Christmas and Thanksgiving right inside here, its weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't know if you have seen it, but they have started showing the trailer for &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/white_noise/"&gt;White Noise&lt;/a&gt; on tv.  I saw this trailer about a month and a half ago and was truly scared to death. I was mostly scared because afterwards I was intrigued and started doing research on it and found much more than I wanted to know. Scary shit. So of course, the last thing I want to hear in this 100 year old apartment is that freaking commercial come on in the living room while I am all alone. Just hearing that voice say "Get out of my house"  sends chills up my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start thinking. I wonder how much "white noise" is in this apartment? I mean its pretty damn old and who knows the stuff that went on here. Murder?Betrayal? I mean I am right down the block from Washington Square Park and I had no idea until like 2 months ago that  was the place that they use to hang people...and the hanging tree is still there. Apparently there are also bodies buried below the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is no way in hell I would ever try this out, but I can't help but wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110294913236635715?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110294913236635715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110294913236635715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110294913236635715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110294913236635715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-crazy-imagination.html' title='My crazy imagination'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110271682095254524</id><published>2004-12-10T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:13:40.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be evil...at least I would be full</title><content type='html'>So its pouring rain here as it has been for the past few days and I am starving. Of course there is no appetizing food in the apartment because my whole "no need to buy groceries since you are going home" started a little too soon and I am now left with remnants of undesireables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this is NYC, mecca of takeout, but can I really bring myself to order in knowing that someone will be out in this miserable weather because of my laziness? I picture some little guy on a bike, dodging the crazy traffic, rain pouring down his face, all so I can have my pad thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its peanut butter sandwich time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110271682095254524?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110271682095254524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110271682095254524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110271682095254524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110271682095254524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-could-be-evilat-least-i-would-be-full.html' title='I could be evil...at least I would be full'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110269516186655580</id><published>2004-12-10T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T11:15:42.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh has done it to me again</title><content type='html'>Well I have officially watched "Love Actually" 15 times now since Thanksgiving. Am I a mental patient? No...but damn I love that movie. It just leaves you with such a happy feeling and you just want to go hug someone, preferably Hugh Grant or Colin Firth. &lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/love_actually.jpg" align="left" /&gt;I am still under the delusion that it is one of those movies that you can put on as "background noise" while you try to do other stuff around the apartment. Negative. I always end up standing in front of the tv for pretty much 75% of the movie because the whole movie is an "oh this is a good part" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have seen it, which love scenario is your favorite? I love all of them of course, but I really liked the part with Laura Linney, pehaps because it was the most relateable. When she is dancing with that guy to the Norah Jones song, ugh, such a good moment. Since that feeling she portrayed is so relateable to pretty much anyone who has been in love, I am wondering why her scenario was the only one with no real "resolution" at the end. All of the less realistic scenarios played out beautifully, but this one was left to our imagination. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another rainy day here in NYC and my weekend of studying is commencing. My roommate flew home this morning, there is no food in the apartment, and I have the motivation of an 80 year old turtle. This is not a good mix. I do have motivation however to dye my hair. Im thinking of going more for a warm chestnut color for Winter. What do you think?If you are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; thinking of answering that question, I have a current pic in my profile. Thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110269516186655580?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110269516186655580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110269516186655580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110269516186655580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110269516186655580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/hugh-has-done-it-to-me-again.html' title='Hugh has done it to me again'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110253832938809351</id><published>2004-12-08T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:40:26.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got the job! I got the job! I got the job!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBC hired me on the spot today to work in their Affiliate Promotions and Advertising Department starting January 3rd. Holy shit I am so freaking happy I could bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were telling me all the stuff I would be doing, like making sure affiliate networks have the stuff they need to promote NBC shows, working on satellite feeds, websites, and they said something about script approvals for promotions that are aired. Man, there is no class I could take that is going to teach me what I will learn there. I can feel it in my bones that this internship is opening up a whole new path, and my life is ready to start sprinting down it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared I wasn't going to get it because the competition is so fierce, what a relief. Next semester is going to be hell on earth- a full-time job AND going to school full-time. I don't even care, this is soooooooo worth it. Who needs a social life anyways right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110253832938809351?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110253832938809351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110253832938809351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110253832938809351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110253832938809351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110247864402751036</id><published>2004-12-07T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:04:04.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was way off</title><content type='html'>Silly me, here I was thinking that you actually had to do coursework and pay a shitload to get your MBA....when in actuallity, I just have to be able to lick myself clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/EDUCATION/12/07/bogus.degrees.lawsuit.ap/index.html"&gt;Check it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110247864402751036?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110247864402751036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110247864402751036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110247864402751036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110247864402751036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-was-way-off.html' title='I was way off'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110230553018743852</id><published>2004-12-05T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:58:50.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is love</title><content type='html'>As with most holidays, but especially Christmas, there is one prominent theme: Love. As the holidays have unfolded around me I have been immersed in songs of love, movies about love, gifts of love...and its a great thing. I remember back when there were times I could find reasons to be bitter when I watched a couple kiss on a side street or stare at each other adoringly, but it is pretty apparent this year that I have grown up. &lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/elf.jpg" align="right"/&gt;. I guess I realized that I was never really bitter about couples in love, in fact, I just wanted to be a part of what looked like such a sublime feeling. I think for a while there I had some shitty experiences with guys, because looking back on what I thought were wonderful amazing times with a certain guy....they were in actuality nothing compared to the short amount of time I spent with a certain guy in the most recent months. Its amazing how when you think you are so in love with someone and you can't imagine ever loving anyone as much as you love them....and then it happens, you amazingly fall into a love that was never even conceivable up until that point in time. Some of you know what I am talking about, others are yet to experience it. Maybe I am still yet to experience it. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that you can't be mad at love for very long. It's like that face that your friend or sister makes that no matter how mad you are at them, you have to laugh. I have learned to grow patient with regards to love. I remember thinking when I was younger, doing as lots of girls do....making my life estimates. I imagined I would be engaged at 24, married at 25, and have kids at 28. Its funny because so many of us do this and I'm not sure why. Maybe it gives us some sense of definiteness, like its in our plans so it has to happen. Well I'm 25 now and I am not even close to being engaged and that doesn't scare me at all. It use to. I use to think that I needed to get out there and start taking dating seriously, because I never really have. Then the other part of me would argue the "if its meant to be, then it will be" statement. Do I pursue love or do I live my life and let love run into me? I am still conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is though that love isn't just about your soulmate. It's family, it's friends, it's really anything you want it to be. Those who don't feel fulfilled because they aren't dating someone right now should not lose sight of all the love that IS out there, right in front of you. For me, love has been a lot of things recently. Love was seeing the happiness in the faces of my family over Thanksgiving. Love was laughing so hard with my sisters that we cried. Love was my mom's office surprising her last weekend and coming over to the house to do the gardening that she loves, but has been to sick to do. Love is having friends that ask you how your day was...every single day. Love was the old man dancing with his wife in the street earlier this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just more of a romantic than I already thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110230553018743852?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110230553018743852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110230553018743852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110230553018743852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110230553018743852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All you need is love'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110222481425988331</id><published>2004-12-05T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:33:34.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craptastic week</title><content type='html'>For those of you at work who happen along my blog to relieve yourself of the utter boredom of the workday, I apologize for my lack of posts. Ever since I got back from FL it seems like all hell has broken loose. Everything has just been such a pain in the ass this week. You know when you have one of those days where you are just completely clumsy and hit your arm on the door or stub your toe? Now remember how pissed off that makes you and couple it with dealing with incompetent people all week. Its a wonder I haven't punched something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh update-I found out on Monday that I was beaten out by some other dude for the ESPN position....sucky. However, I had a great interview with NBC and was called back for a second one this Wednesday, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann and I were feeling especially holiday-ish last night and decided to head over to &lt;a href="http://www.serendipity3.com/"&gt;Serendipity &lt;/a&gt;for dessert and then ice skating in Rockefeller Center. First of all, if you ever go to Serendipity, get the, shit, I forgot the name, let me look it up.........Forbidden Broadway Sundae. Good Lord, it was the best thing I have ever had- foodwise of course. I got about halfway through it and seriously thought I was going to vomit, but it would have been well worth it. It was kinda cool too because we ended up sitting at the same table that the movie Serendipity was filmed at, neato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after eating that monstrosity we head over to go ice skating. Now I've only been ice skating once and it was in Texas and boy did I suck at it. Plus, I have really bad ankles from basketball so I remember it hurting me really bad and not being able to do it for very long. Well we got there and just before we were about to head out on the ice the zambonee thing comes out to make it extra slick. Wonderful. Long story short I had SUCH a great time. I was laughing and falling, it was great. It was one of those things I had always wanted to do, but never really thought I would. Its kinda cool how Ive been crossing quite a few of those off my to-do list lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376541/"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt; came out yesterday and I really want to see it. Did anyone check it out yet? What did you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other night or so I wake up to something different. Either some dumbass is talking way too loud, someone slams a door, or similar things like that. Last night I woke up at 4:30 in the morning to someone blasting George Michael's "Faith", which was immediately followed by that "Blister in the Sun" song. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I had something I was going to write and then that stupid "dollup of daisy" sour cream commercial came on and now I'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post is the result of what happens to my brain after 10 hours of studying accounting- bear with me, the semester is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110222481425988331?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110222481425988331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110222481425988331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110222481425988331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110222481425988331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/12/craptastic-week.html' title='Craptastic week'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110178001502699450</id><published>2004-11-29T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:00:15.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle again</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't believe I am already back in NY again after what was suppose to be a long vacation, but actually flew by. It was a great time though, the weather was gorgeous, and I cooked my first Thanksgiving turkey all by myself, yay! Its always so sad to leave home though when you've been there for a while. I think the only thing that stopped my mom from crying was knowing I will be home again in like 17 days. In the meantime, let the two weeks of hell commence. I have my first final on Monday and the rest the following week and I am seriously lacking in motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just when I thought I was going to be internshipless, I now have 2 possibilities with 2 great networks. At first I didnt want to say anything because I thought I would jinx it, but I have come to believe that I make my own luck and if its meant to happen, then it will. Apparently it has been narrowed down to me and this other person for this IT internship at ESPN. The cool thing about that (as if working for ESPN wasn't cool enough) is that its a paid internship- rare in media. On top of that I got an email today from a lady at NBC today requesting an interview with me for a New Media/Web graphics internship for the Spring. This of course has me super excited because I have always wanted to work for NBC, kinda sucks though because its unpaid, but still its an awesome opportunity. I have that interview on Wednesday so keep your fingers crossed-I hope I get at least one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time for a rant. I dont know what you people eat, but being on the subway next to you and inhaling some of the skank nasty breath you have is about the worst part of my day. Its 5pm and I am a little sardine heading uptown on the A line, literally smashed up against everyone. There is a lady next to me who smells ever so strongly like deviled ham. For those of you who know me, you know how I feel about ham to start with. To my right there is this older man whose breath smells like egg salad that has been left in a car trunk for 2 months and has the most yellow fingernails I have ever seen. As if that wasn't bad enough, this weird looking dude is pressed up against me and is staring right at my face the whole time with this smirk on this face, like 4 inches away from me. I have become remarkably good at pretending I am oblivious. God bless ipods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its  Las Vegas time. I wouldn't want to disappoint Josh Duhamel, he loves me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110178001502699450?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110178001502699450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110178001502699450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110178001502699450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110178001502699450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the saddle again'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110117435555032484</id><published>2004-11-22T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:45:55.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for new computers and holidays!</title><content type='html'>My computer came in today and I loooooove it. Unfortunately, Im finding it extremely hard to concentrate on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen that Dell commercial where that guy is suppose to be paying bills, but really he is just having the best time ever playing with his new computer? For some reason I just think that commercial is so hilarious, but I can't find it online, so if one of you finds it, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from this exact minute on, I have 8.5 hours before the airport shuttle picks me up and I still have to finish packing, clean my room, and oh, sleep. I am officially on vacation and have been in my mind for about the past week. I can't wait to get home and start baking amd just hang out. What I am not looking forward to is the humidity and the heat. I'm sure my hair and skin will react ever so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In extra happy news, seasons 1,2 &amp; 3 of Seinfeld are released tomorrow on dvd!! Woohoo! I have waited soooooo long for this. Oh and I seemed to have missed yet another cool thing in the city today. U2 was apparently at my stop by my school today just 1 hour before I got there playing a free concert and filming a new video. Of course, since they didn't see me there, they decided to drive all over Manhattan playing their music atop some platform thing, and I still managed to miss them. I'm lucky like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im not sure when I will be back on the computer again to post, but just wanted to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving. My Thanksgiving is always a Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday because the day after turkey day we begin decorating. It use to be a one day event, but now it occupies about three because we just keep getting better and better decorations and I loooove decorating. Its funny how we still do all the same things we have done every other year.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our traditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wake up early and get all the stuff down from the attic&lt;br /&gt;-I do the tree, my mom does random decorating around the house, Leah helps where needed, my Dad does the outside lights and Lisa lays in the middle of the living room floor watching everyone work&lt;br /&gt;-the "Chipmunk Christmas" cassette (yes cassette) makes its first appearance of the year and by the end of the day you are wishing death upon anything resembling a chipmunk&lt;br /&gt;-for dinner we order Domino's pizza, not any other kind, dont ask me why, I cant recall how it started, but it was definitely way back in the day when like only 3 pizza places existed and Papa Johns wasn't one of them&lt;br /&gt;-the Saturday after Thanksgiving we participate in "The Sister Run". Its a 5k event that benefits Ovarian Cancer. I think this year will be my 5th one, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well there is a lot more, but Im not going to type them all. Do you and your family still have any traditions you still uphold? I am a definite kid at heart and when it comes to holidays I will never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110117435555032484?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110117435555032484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110117435555032484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110117435555032484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110117435555032484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay-for-new-computers-and-holidays.html' title='Yay for new computers and holidays!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110106685438719879</id><published>2004-11-21T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T14:54:14.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahness</title><content type='html'>T-Minus 1 day until my new arrival. Yea and Im talking computers not babies. Im hoping it arrives &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I get out of class or else I can definitely see myself skipping to play with my new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else felt very non-productive due to all these good movies on lately? Well I have and this cold rainy weather just gives you all the more reason to stay in. I cant even recall how many movies I watched, but it was a helluva lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we went to Little Italy because I had been craving Italian food forever and I realized I hadnt been there since I moved here. Well I forgot what an experience this can be for ladies. Girls, if you are ever feeling down, just put on a cute outfit and walk down the row of restaurants in Little Italy...your self esteem will get a nice little boost. Those guys take their restaurant recruiting seriously and will do everything but propose to get you in there. This one guy offered to buy my meal...and now Im wondering why I passed on that. Hmm. Anyways, it ws pretty funny because they are soo much worse than the guys in Italy and a lot more forward. This one guy that easily was older than my dad asked for my number, pretty ballsy if you ask me, I cant even remember what I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since this post is going nowhere fast, Im outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110106685438719879?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110106685438719879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110106685438719879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110106685438719879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110106685438719879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/blahness.html' title='Blahness'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110070242947333566</id><published>2004-11-17T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:42:40.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong on so many levels</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/11/16/life.hunting.reut/index.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on CNN and it really pissed me off.  As they so eloquently stated in the article, there is a site being developed that would allow users "to sit at their computers and blast away at animals on a Texas ranch via the Internet".  Does that turn anyone else's stomach? I have never agreed with recreational hunting to start with, but now, any lazy ass with a motive to kill a living thing can enjoy that sick pleasure from the comfort of their own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of the site, a Texas ranch owner describes how he came up with the idea:&lt;br /&gt;"We were looking at a beautiful white-tail buck and my friend said 'If you just had a gun for that.' A little light bulb went off in my head," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't that precious? Who doesn't think similar thoughts when they see a little baby? Aww, how cute, now let's think of a creative way to kill it. Ok, so thats a tad extreme, but you know what I mean. I guess recreational hunting is just something I will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not having internet is slowly killing me. I mean sure I have access to it for necessary things thanks to my roommate, but what I never realized is the amount of random stuff that I look up on a daily basis. Random, yet important. It cannot be explained, but those of you who share my same vice know exactly what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;a href="http://worstblogever.implobbable.com/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; is a daddy as of last night, hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110070242947333566?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110070242947333566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110070242947333566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110070242947333566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110070242947333566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/wrong-on-so-many-levels.html' title='Wrong on so many levels'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110062062372136075</id><published>2004-11-16T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:57:03.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google 'till the cows come home</title><content type='html'>Well what a fun time last night was. There is nothing like being on the phone with computer support people for 2 hours just for them to tell you that your computer is dead. Yea, my computer died yesterday and was unable to be revived. Everytime I turned it on, I got this weird error and my keyboard and mouse shut down. So after taking apart the tower and playing with all the dusty goodies inside, I was given a list of all the things I needed to replace, and since I was no longer under warranty I was told to "call my local technician". No way jose, Im not dealing with all that crap. So about a half hour ago I ordered up a new one. It was about time anyways. Its nice though and I got a really good deal. So hopefully sometime on Thursday I will be up and running. Until then, I am semi-computerless, which makes for a very bored and disoriented Laura.  It's scary how much new tech stuff excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, this site is getting a facelift. I figured since I am pretty much the only one on the old blogger template style that it was time to go for a sleeker look. Plus, after seeing &lt;a href="http://primadana.blogspot.com"&gt;Dana's site&lt;/a&gt; I got motivated. I had my favortite nyc pics incorporated into the layout, so I think it will be more "me" than this site currently is. Stay tuned for the new look, should be sometime today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Im sure youve noticed the new Google searchbar addition. You need to use that shit up, know why? Well I get paid when you do. Isn't that reason enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, search. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110062062372136075?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110062062372136075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110062062372136075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110062062372136075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110062062372136075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/google-till-cows-come-home.html' title='Google &apos;till the cows come home'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110040452378033012</id><published>2004-11-13T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:01:48.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs to party when you can just do simple linear regression?</title><content type='html'>As you can probably tell, I am already bitter about my stats class again. How he manages to confuse us so quickly I will never know, but the man has a gift for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent all day Friday at the Fordham Women In Business Conference and it was actually a very good time. The speakers were amazing and I definitely came away with a lot. Unfortunately, that experience brought forth something I have been realizing for a while that I have a problem with- remembering names. I suck at it, bigtime. I always have. I can seriously meet someone, turn around for 2 seconds, and then turn back around and have NO IDEA what their name was. Ive always known this was a problem, but I find it more critical now being in B-school where keeping contacts and networking is vital. So, in an effort to solve this little problem I am signed up for a Dale Carnegie course on "Remembering Names". I've never been to one of those courses, but I've only heard good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Ann, Brian, and I decided to go to the "&lt;a href="http://www.recipesfromhome.com/HomeStart.htm"&gt;Home Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;" that we live directly next door to. After living here a couple of months I figured we should at least know what the place was like. My room windows overlook their garden seating, so its pretty neat to look out at night because its all lit up and people are having a jolly good time. What isnt neat is when they start setting up out there at what seems like the crack of dawn and I can almost predict now exactly what their routine is all by sounds. First they bring out the tables and set up the chairs, then they pull the canopy down (that is loud as hell) and start unloading the glasses onto the bar out there, etc,etc. Man, I should work there. As I type I am hearing them relay tonights specials. I guess thats kinda cool, depending on my mood. Anyways.......It was a good time, but not necessarily what I was expecting. Their decor suggests "Grandma's Kitchen" cooking, but the actual meals had more of an artsy-french-ish twist to them. The food was good of course, but the portions were very small. Needless to say we cleared out the bread basket. I had the "Chopped Vegetable Salad with Pepper Bacon, Grilled Chicken Sausage, Poached Egg and a Buttermilk Dressing". It was very good, but not really what I was in the mood for I guess. I guess when I think of "Home" I think of "hearty", maybe thats just me. Poor Ann got their Salami plate that sounded and seemed to taste very good, but I swear it was the smallest thing ever. Perhaps we should go back for dinner instead of brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we decided to stroll through Soho where from out of nowhere we started hearing these crazy cheers and all this noise. Well then we see this parade type thing coming down the street, except its not a parade. It had this band in the front and then just regularly dressed random people holding pom-poms and screaming like crazy as they walked. Everyone on the street was thinking the same thing- "what the hell??". Well apparently &lt;a href="http://www.chengwin.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was what all the hoopla was for. Some people see movie stars in Soho, I see this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this just in- ODB died. Yep, the co-founder of Wu Tang died in a recording studio today, he was only 35. Anyone who reaaaallly knows me knows that I went through a very interesting Wu Tang stage in highschool. Yep, there was nothing like driving around in my mom's minivan blasting those lovely Wu Tang lyrics. Oh dear God, I can only imagine the stages my kids will go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to pop a birth control pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110040452378033012?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110040452378033012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110040452378033012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110040452378033012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110040452378033012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/who-needs-to-party-when-you-can-just-do.html' title='Who needs to party when you can just do simple linear regression?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-110010415136070904</id><published>2004-11-10T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:12:13.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Dave, now stop your whining</title><content type='html'>Well the NY Marathon was awesome and there couldn't have been a more perfect day, weather-wise, in which to hold this event. I knew there would be a lot of people out there, but I wasnt aware that all of NYC would be there. I had always wanted to see the runner's come over the bridge and I did get to see that..well sort of. I got to see them come running down off the bridge. I forgot that I am not 400 feet tall and would never really be able to see them all running on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These runners amazed me though. When I saw them, they were on mile 16 and ALL of them were running. I rarely saw anyone stop for a breather at all. I loved the representation of all the different countries too, so much allegiance and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough babbling, here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TOOK DOWN THE PICS BC THEY WERE SLOWING DOWN THE PAGE ON SOME COMPUTERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lovely Queensboro Bridge. If you look real close, you can see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the little runner heads on the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More runners.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I liked this shot. The runners were pumped coming off that bridge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all the screaming fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here the runners have made it to 1st Avenue and are on their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;way up over to Central Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Central Park finally, here they are for their last 2 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crappy shot, but you get the idea. Its sad that these people still had all this energy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afterwards, yet me and my roommate were tired from all the walking. Yea, walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I need your opinions on something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is the "hypothetical dilemma" you are faced with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are in grad school and have a shitload of loans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are not currently working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have the possibility of getting a Grad Asst. position with the school next semester which will pay for a good deal of your tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dilemma:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You also have the possibility of getting an internship next semester with a really well known music company, thanks to a contact you have made. Doesn't sound like a dilemma right? Well, here's the thing, its unpaid. So the dilemma lies in whether you should suck up the loans for another semester and go for the "experience" of the internship...or work for the school, make some money, and look for an internship in the summer (kinda risky since I have this contact). Sure the internship might lead to a job, you never know, but then that throws my whole life off course because I had planned to go to school full-time, not part-time. Ehhh, I dont know, my brain is too jumbled now. Share your wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-110010415136070904?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/110010415136070904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=110010415136070904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110010415136070904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/110010415136070904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-dave-now-stop-your-whining.html' title='Ok Dave, now stop your whining'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109980012783231803</id><published>2004-11-06T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:22:40.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 10 pm on a saturday night.......</title><content type='html'>...and I'm in my apartment watching the Lizzy Maguire movie. Yep. And you know what? I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just get tired of bars and all that? I mean, dont get me wrong, I like going out, having a few drinks and I loooove dancing, but sometimes it just seems really pointless. Sometimes its just not fun, no matter how good the music is or how cute the clientele. Its weird. I went out last night to this bar on West 3rd. Fun times, good music- just didnt do it for me though. Plus its always a buzzkill realizing how expensive the drinks are here. Yea, I know I should be over it by now, but Im not. What sealed the night was when this drunk guy bashed his face into my nose while trying to give me a kiss on the cheek. Not fun, and yea, it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes I would just rather spend a quiet evening in...or somewhere less "I'm looking"...if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, the chance of meeting a nice, cute guy in my apartment or a bookstore around the corner is quite small. The thing is though...Im not even looking, at all. I've found what I want, he just happens to live out of state, and doesn't really know the extent of my feelings. Hooray for love being complicated. What a mess. Where is all the wine when you need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today my roommate and I walked all over the West Side down by the Hudson River. Geez its so gorgeous here. Then we decided to stroll pretty much all over Chelsea. &lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/cupcakes.jpg" align="right" /&gt;I ended up at 2 great bakeries, one of which I ate at and the other just admired as the line was crazy long. However, if these cupcakes look even remotely good to you (youre crazy if they don't), then I recommend either Billy's Bakery on 9th or the Magnolia Bakery on Bleecker. Ahh, what I wouldnt do for one of those right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right across the street from the Magnolia bakery was this quaint little bookshop, I dont even remember the name, but man do I love bookstores and this place was great. It was the perfect kind of place that I would love to work at because I bet you meet all kinds of interesting people. Too bad some of the coolest random jobs dont pay too much, or maybe they do and I just haven't found the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive heard a lot of people recommend trying to get a job at Starbucks because you get full benefits even if you work part time, which would rock, except for one thing.....I hate coffee and anything related to it. Yes, that includes "iced mocha" anythings. Call me crazy. I also hate donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about tomorrow because Im going to see the NYC marathon. Thats right, to "see", not "run". I think it would be awesome to partake in the event though, maybe next year, when I can train and stuff. Hahhaha, train for a marathon, thats funny stuff. Anyways, Ive always wanted to see the runners come over the Queensboro bridge so that will be cool. Hopefully I'll snap some good shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its now time to browse Icontrol for something worthy of my limited attention span. Have a good weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109980012783231803?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109980012783231803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109980012783231803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109980012783231803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109980012783231803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-10-pm-on-saturday-night.html' title='It&apos;s 10 pm on a saturday night.......'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109959172639568548</id><published>2004-11-04T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T13:21:59.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm avoiding homework, can you tell?</title><content type='html'>So two posts in roughly 11 hours of each other....yep, I'm clearly avoiding something. Ever since midterms ended I feel like I am suffering from a severe delusion that I am on vacation or something- like the semester is over. Silly Laura, you are only halfway through. Isn't it crazy to think that the first week of November is almost finished? Time is flying like crazy. Only 19 days until I fly home! I am so excited. I hope its a tad cooler there for Thanksgiving. I would be thrilled if it was like 65, but since today its about 90 there, Im not too sure how it will be in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you at work who may have missed it, President Bush just had a press conference a while ago. So I am sitting there watching it and they scroll a headline across the screen at the bottom that says that Yasser Arafat is in a coma. So of course that is terrible, but about 2 seconds later, this press guy raises his hand to ask a question and says "Mr. President, I know you dont know this, but Yasser Arafat has just passed away". So everyone is taken aback for a second, including Bush, and I am sitting there wondering how the heck he knows that for sure. So of course Bush adresses that as best he could, but I am still wondering how on earth he could be in a coma and then die one second later and how this guy is privy to such information at this fast of a rate. Well right after the conference, they of course announce that Yasser Arafat is not dead. Hmm. So what happens to this dude that took it upon himself to relay this info to the President on live tv? Do you think he loses his job? I mean it clearly can't be good for his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didnt have homework to do, it is a perfect day to just snuggle in your bed and watch movies. I got these awesome candles the other day that smell like pumpkin pie...they are dangerously suggestive, but they smell so damn good. Pumpkin anything is a weakness of mine. I cant be around it because I have no self control. Have you ever had a pumpkin muffin from Panera? Yummmm. Another thing I shouldn't be allowed around is orange juice. Sounds stupid, but Im serious. I drink it like a madwoman. Luckily its so freaking expensive here that I rarely buy it. However the past 2 weeks I have bought a quart of it and I finish it within the day pretty much. Back in FL I use to drink about 4 big glasses a day of it....then I had severe acid reflux for a while and they had to put me on like this heart monitor thing because I was having all these chest pains, luckily it wasnt my heart, just too much OJ. You think I would have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109959172639568548?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109959172639568548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109959172639568548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109959172639568548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109959172639568548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-avoiding-homework-can-you-tell.html' title='I&apos;m avoiding homework, can you tell?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109954631822192649</id><published>2004-11-04T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:35:55.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Really big pictures ahead</title><content type='html'>Well if you guys were expecting an election post, you guessed wrong. No political views today. You all know who I wanted to win, so you know I am pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I went down to Rockefeller Center last night to enjoy all the election festivities. It was pretty cool and it looked fantastic at night. We saw Tom Brokaw, Tim Russert, and all the rest of them broadcasting live and the place was swarming with eager and excited voters. The cool thing about it was there was no hostility. Everyone, no matter who they voted for, was excited and happy. Oh yea, and about 10 minutes after I got there I bumped into someone, like literally ran into her. It wasn't until I looked down that I realized it was Dr. Ruth, haha. Man that lady is tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from election night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/plaza1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the area decked out so nicely. Pretty pretty flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/plaza2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/plaza3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, ok so they are really huge. Well I am too lazy to resize them tonight so you will just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In super terrific news, I found out today that I got an A on my Stats midterm, hell yea! Now if my other 3 midterm grades will follow that lead, everything will be just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also admit that I have a new guilty pleasure, an embarrassing one. Please tell me that there is someone else out there that watches Laguna Beach on MTV. I made fun of it when I first saw it and then after one lazy day of watching all the recent episodes, I am hooked. Sad and pathetic? Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however very excited/interested in watching the O.C. starting tomorrow night. I watched it like twice and loved it, but I think it conflicted with "Friends" or something so thats all I ever saw. Those 2 episodes that I did watch were really good, so Im sure the rest of it is, especially with all of the diehard fans they seem to have acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen that show on VH1 called "Motormouth"? Its actually pretty funny. People are freaks, especially when they are alone in their car. I would have so been a perfect candidate for that show back when I had a car. I looooved singing to my favorite songs in the car. On the show its not so much the voices that are awful to hear, its definitely the facial expressions that make you cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well seeing as how I cant really stay on one topic for more than 3 sentences, I am off to bed. Sweet dreams of Hugh Grant and Chris Carrabba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109954631822192649?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109954631822192649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109954631822192649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109954631822192649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109954631822192649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/warning-really-big-pictures-ahead.html' title='Warning: Really big pictures ahead'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109940612881983296</id><published>2004-11-02T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T09:39:59.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God its almost over!</title><content type='html'>Well it is finally that much anticipated day...election day. The good folks over at Fordham gave us all the day off of school in an effort to make sure we all have time to vote. How nice. As if that wasn't a nice enough way to start your day, I had a fantastic dream this morning about a guy I met on an airplane....and then of course woke up right in the middle of the best part. The weird thing was he was blonde, which is really not my type...I'm more preferential to the dark featured types. In the dream he was currently living in California working on his Masters at Stanford. The moral of this story? All the hot guys I ever meet will end up living in California. I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, back to election day stuff. So there is no way I am going to use this post as a way to influence any last minute voters to vote Bush, nor does this mean I want anyone to comment on why they hate him or whatever. I was kind of disappointed for a while because all the people I talked to that were for Kerry could not answer one question....."Without referring to Bush in your answer, please clearly explain to me why you think John Kerry should be the next President." Doesn't sound too difficult right? I didn't think so, but I was amazed at the fact that no one could really answer it without having to contemplate it for a while. Those that did answer it immediately referred to Bush. Hellooooo, listen to the directions people. So anyways, this was somewhat disturbing because here is a candidate in a dead heat with the current president and who has a very good chance of being elected...and some of his most avid supporters that I know or have spoken to can't even tell me why he would be good for our country. Yikes. Well finally I spoke to someone from back in Florida who was able to give me the most intelligent pro-Kerry statement I have heard. What a relief. I can handle a good argument, just not one that is more along the lines of a 3rd grade playground tiff, i.e. "You're views are retarded!". Thanks, good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully this year's election will go off without a hitch. With Florida's new voting device, we shouldn't have any problems.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sclunchbunch.org/images/vote.bmp" align="left" /&gt; I just can't believe that after tonight this election will be over. It has consumed so much of the past 2 years that I really can't imagine not hearing about it on the news or reading about it on cnn.com. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled its about to be over. Oh I saw Eminem's new video about Bush the other day. Now I like Eminem, but that whole video just seems gay. I mean, is it suppose to be some big surprise that yet another celebrity backs Kerry? Hop right on the bandwagon, but its getting a little full! The sad thing is that he hasn't even formally declared backing Kerry, which means yet another vote for Kerry because he "isnt Bush", hooray! thats a way to pick a nation's leader! Either way, in my opinion the current president should receive a certain amount of respect. Sure you dont have to vote for him, or even like him, but knowing you are in a position in which the youth of America is going to blindly follow you and then painting such a disapproving picture of someone in a position that we should be teaching our children to respect, well it just doesn't sit well with me. Would I have a problem with it if Eminem's video was about John Kerry? Of course I would and I say that in complete honesty. Freedom of speech is a bitch sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that. You people know what to do, and any of you that has an opinion on this election has most likely had the same one for the past 2 years. Do what you think is right and may the best man win. Whoever he is, I will support him, as he will be the leader of this great country. I just hope that one thing stays innate to him....keeping our best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go out and vote, or else P. Diddy will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109940612881983296?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109940612881983296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109940612881983296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109940612881983296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109940612881983296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/thank-god-its-almost-over.html' title='Thank God its almost over!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109932963029063363</id><published>2004-11-01T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:23:01.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a night</title><content type='html'>Well you've got to love a city in which more adults than children dress up for Halloween. The freaks were out last night thats for sure. I feel like all of Manhattan was in my neighborhood. It was craaaazy. You couldnt even walk. And the parade? Forget about being able to see anything, that is unless you were one of the people that start staking out their standing spot 3 hours before the parade. No thanks. We ended up heading over to the Town Taven, a nice little bar off of West 3rd. Got to love $2 drafts. At one point we attempted to go see the parade, but being 5'1 doesnt help too much. I resorted to just holding up my camera and hoping I would capture something neato. The result? Oh about 5 pictures of the KFC sign across the street, random heads in front of me, and not one parade pic. Overall it was a good time though, except for tha fact that I feel like death today. Apparently its not good to drink beer on an empty stomach. After force feeding myself some crackers this morning, we stopped by Pressed Toast, this little hole in the wall place on Macdougal that makes the best sandwiches, and everything there is $4 or less. I highly recommend it if you happen to be in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little naughty because I am skipping one of my classes today, my first skip this semester. The way I look at it is, I feel like crap, I can easily find out that I missed, and I can use the extra time to study for my midterm tonigh. Thats right ladies and gents, I still have one more midterm to take. Is it me or doesnt it seem like Ive been taking midterms for about a month? Well there were grand plans to party like a rockstar tonight after my test, but at this point the thought of beer is quite disturbing. I always do this. I always drink the night before the night Im reaaallly suppose to go out, and then I dont want to. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only woke up a few hours ago and I already feel the need for a nap. Its amazing how a hangover makes me not able to function the next day. I somehow managed to get hot sauce in my eyeball at lunch. Dont ask, but it wasnt fun. Eating something should have made me feel better, but it hasnt. Perhaps it was Brian trying to make me sick talking about egg yolks this morning....yea, that could be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In wonderful terrific news....&lt;br /&gt;My NYC boy called yesterday! It was fantastic talking to him and we are trying to figure out a time to get together in Florida over Christmas when he will be there for a week, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well all this writing has made me tired. Perhaps its time I start to study. And by study, I mean nap. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- for those of you at work today, bored out of your minds...read &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/11/01/painless.child.ap/index.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;. I found it very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109932963029063363?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109932963029063363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109932963029063363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109932963029063363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109932963029063363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh what a night'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109902659089650670</id><published>2004-10-29T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T01:11:28.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had 2 more midterms to take!....oh wait</title><content type='html'>Only two midterms down with two more to go and my attention span is zilch today. I just cant bring myself to study, at all. You'd be amazed at the stuff I have done today just so I wouldnt have to study. Hopefully overnight I will magically transform into a motivated student again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/goodies.jpg" align="right" /&gt;So you want to know why my mom is so wonderful? Well she knows that you are never too young to enjoy surprise treats...hence this box of Halloween goodies I received today from her, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing...maybe you fellow New Yorkers can help me out with this....&lt;br /&gt;What the HELL is up with this MNN3 channel??? I saw about 10 minutes of someones weird show called "Pancakes" on there, and thats all I could take, I had to change the channel. (I'm assuming its a NY thing because I had this channel back before I got real cable when I first moved here). The subject matter was deeply disturbing. In the 10 minutes I was watching, the following ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-use of the word "fuck" about 10000000 times&lt;br /&gt;-some girl (whoevers show it is) ,who obviously has a self esteem problem, yelling about a Victoria Secret catalog and how they all looked like they got raped (yea, makes no sense)&lt;br /&gt;-then she decided to show a pic of a mutilated woman in a garbage can&lt;br /&gt;-then it cut to a scene of her in her living room, wearing a gas mask, holding a strawberry shortkake doll in one hand, and a massive knife in the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not, that was all on there. How do these people get on air? Who are the crazies that think this is TV worthy? Someone please enlighten me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109902659089650670?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109902659089650670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109902659089650670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109902659089650670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109902659089650670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wish-i-had-2-more-midterms-to-takeoh.html' title='I wish I had 2 more midterms to take!....oh wait'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109894027806742292</id><published>2004-10-28T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:13:21.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helllooooo Mr. Manager!</title><content type='html'>So first of all, to the Red Sox, congratulations are in order, as well as to 2 fellow bloggers who I know love the Red Sox...&lt;a href="http://www.sanctionfilms.com"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lorial.blogspot.com/"&gt;Al&lt;/a&gt;, you guys must be elated! Oh and Derek, the first hard core Boston fan I ever knew, I definitely didnt forget about you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/theo.jpg" align="right" /&gt;While watching the game tonight, my roommate and I couldn't help but wonder who this handsome guy was that they kept showing. Well tada, the crush of the hour is now on GM Theo Epstein. Cute as a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see that Nike commercial they aired right after the win? It was so precious, definitely brought tears to the eyes. If you missed it, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/usa/justdoit/v2/index.jhtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Even you Yankee fans will appreciate it- ok, well maybe not the stubborn ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109894027806742292?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109894027806742292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109894027806742292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109894027806742292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109894027806742292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/helllooooo-mr-manager.html' title='Helllooooo Mr. Manager!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109875496416077242</id><published>2004-10-25T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:48:22.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, 3 to go...</title><content type='html'>Well I had my first midterm today- Accounting, yum. It was tolerable I suppose, but generally very hard. I dont think anyone finished because he pretty much had to snatch up all of our papers when the time expired. It's one of those tests where I really don't know how I did, but at this point I dont really care because Im just glad its over. The next beast to tackle? Statistics on Wed night. Lordy Lordy. I distinctly remember telling myself in undergrad "dont worry, just knock out these stupid classes and you will never have to see another stats or economics book again!"...riiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/dimetapp.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I feel somewhat human at the moment thanks to my old pal Dimetapp.Yep, that's right, I'm 25 years old and yummy grape dimetapp seems to be the only thing to cure a cold for me. Ive tried every adult medicine they sell it seems and nothing ever works as quickly. The sucky part is that I go through a bottle pretty much in 1.5 days, since my dose is so high...which makes for a pricey cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grape-ity Goodness&lt;/strong&gt; -----&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I just got distracted doing something else and now I completely forgot my train of thought...if there ever really was one. I'm starving right now and the only thing I want to eat is pumpkin bread--which if course, I dont possess at the moment. Did anyone see "The Machinist" this past weekend? I'm hoping its really good. Even after all the weight loss I still think Christian Bale is just as hot as can be, and Im normally not attracted to guys that have smaller waistlines than I do. For you Mr. Bale, I will make the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to feel all holiday-ish around here these days. I have to admit there is a bit of homesickness going on, but not too much, just for my family. It just makes me more excited to go home for Thanksgiving- Ill be there for 7 days, woohoo! This weekend is Halloween, one of my most favorite holidays, and my stinking law professor made our midterm the very next day. Terrific. So much for a crazy crazy halloween night. I guess I might just have to settle for one "crazy", if any at all. I'm pissed that Im not dressing up, but of course I left it to the last minute and there is no way I have time to look for a costume this week. Better luck next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its almost 10pm, so according to my bizarre eating schedule, its time to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109875496416077242?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109875496416077242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109875496416077242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109875496416077242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109875496416077242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-down-3-to-go.html' title='One down, 3 to go...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109854473054302025</id><published>2004-10-23T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:18:50.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Show</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I managed to score 2 tickets to the sold out &lt;a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/"&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/a&gt; concert at the Roseland ballroom. Wow, what a great show. I have to admit I was not a hardcore fan before entering, only knowing a few songs thanks to my sister Leah, but I definitely feel like a true fan now. Benjamin Gibbard's voice transcends you into this state of sublime serenity. They sounded great live. I would have liked to get a closer look, but the place was packed with people, most of whom I am older than by at least 4 years. There was quite a mix of characters there though, and oh, someone has got to tell these young boys that making your hair look like you showered with pennzoil and then slapping a hood on it - will definitely not get the ladies, except the nasties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing too how much older these younger kids look. I saw this one guy that I thought was cute and pointed him out to my roommate, where she responded with, "Laura, he's like 16".....ouch. Have I now entered the phase of life in which I could be "too old" for someone? Apparently so. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a cool night though. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1179677/"&gt;Paul Scheer&lt;/a&gt; was hanging out next to us enjoying the show. You might remember him as one of the panelists on VH1's "Best Week Ever". He's the one with the space between his teeth. Seemed like a cool guy and managed to hook it up with a lady friend quite quickly. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its a gorgeous Saturday here in NYC and if I want to make it out to the Washington Square Festival today, then my ass has to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope youre having a terrif weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109854473054302025?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109854473054302025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109854473054302025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109854473054302025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109854473054302025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/great-show.html' title='Great Show'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109840704222692878</id><published>2004-10-21T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:06:41.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of eating food that has no taste</title><content type='html'>Day 3 of sickness continues today, although I must say I am gradually improving. I have my appetite back, which is good, but everything I eat, no matter how delicious, tastes bland. Oh well, small price to pay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been studying accounting for the past 3 hours and its definitely time to take a break. As I was studying in my room, removed from the outside world....the world decided to sneak its way back in. I have my window open because the fresh air is delectable and I sat back for a second to just...listen. Down below I can hear friendly banter of the restaurant patrons in the garden seating area as well as a waitress describing tonights specials...which all sounded fabulous. I hear the wind blow the branches of the trees and the tarp that covers this building next to us. Then I hear someone playing that old Pink Floyd Song..."we don't need no education....." - except it was weird because I couldn't hear the background music, just the vocals, so it really sounded like there was just a group of kids around the corner singing the song. Kinda neato. I love my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the filming down the street that I mentioned... I stopped by there on my way back from class and it looked like they were getting ready to film- lights were all in position, a buffet had been setup for the actors, and people were looking over the script. However, since it was pretty cold and rainy, and I was sick...I didnt stick around too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, well Im still thinking in the form of debits and credits and apparently am unable to complete a decent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109840704222692878?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109840704222692878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109840704222692878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109840704222692878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109840704222692878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-3-of-eating-food-that-has-no-taste.html' title='Day 3 of eating food that has no taste'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109815681822720508</id><published>2004-10-18T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:58:13.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My throat is itchy</title><content type='html'>So just this morning I was boasting about how I never ever get sick, and then tonight, right after dinner I felt the little scratch monsters in my throat come alive. I should go out a get medicine just in case, but after being out all day I decided that drinking half a quart of orange juice would be just as helpful. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite the fun weekend I must say. Lots of random independent events, and all were enjoyable. I ended up seeing "Team America" and no it was not my idea. Man that movie was crazy. Just when you think they arent going to mutilate another puppet, they throw in the sex scenes. To get the full effect, you must see it yourself, it cannot be described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to de-roast my room, I've propped open one of my windows with a shampoo bottle. Ghetto fabulous. For those of you that dont recall, we have one heater in the apartment, located in my room, runs constantly and unnecessarily, turning my room into a crockpot...and yes, I have no control over the temperature or the "on and off" feature. Now with my new propped feature, I am just awaiting the day when the bottle slips and falls into the garden seating area of the restaurant below....preferably in someone's eggs benedict, that would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "cool news", the asian restaurant at the end of my street will be closed tomorrow because they will be filming part of Uma Thurman's new movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387514/"&gt;Prime&lt;/a&gt;". Not too much info on it yet, but Meryl Streep also stars. Needless to say I wont be getting much schoolwork done tomorrow. They better film before I have to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im trying to get myself back on a normal sleep schedule, so I suppose its time to force myself to get sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update.... I just realized that &lt;a href="http://bryan-greenberg.com/"&gt;Bryan Greenberg &lt;/a&gt;is playing Uma's romantic interest! Yay! I have thought this guy was so adorable ever since I saw him on One Tree Hill. Its kinda hard to imagine him having chemistry with Uma, mostly because I can only picture her in that yellow jumpsuit kicking ass, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109815681822720508?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109815681822720508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109815681822720508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109815681822720508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109815681822720508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-throat-is-itchy.html' title='My throat is itchy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109772330768003606</id><published>2004-10-13T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:13:19.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father knows best... (best places to get prostitutes that is)</title><content type='html'>So I read today that prominent director Oliver Stone told Playboy magazine that thanks to his dad, he lost his virginity to a prostitute. Apparently young Stone spent most of his time in all male boarding schools and didnt have a chance to really "befriend" a young woman. Does anyone else think this is odd? Its not the first time Ive heard about something like this, but I cant remember when the other time was. I guess the father/son relationship must be pretty close because I really can't picture a father going up to the son and being like "Hey son, have you had sex yet? Yeah, I didnt think so, lets take a drive". So what happens after the sex? Does the son come home and tell the father all about it, like it was some field trip or something? Does the mother know about it? Its all very weird. Maybe its just a whole dimension into the father/son portal that I have not been exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sex..or lack thereof, I finally put the pictures up on my wall above my bed today. This is a clear sign that the good nights of Mr. NYC are now gone, with no more chance of these pics falling down. Yep, back to me and my stuffed animal watching cruddy late night tv together. Hooray for being single! Speaking of single... (last time I use that phrase I swear)...I am none too impressed with the men of NYC so far. Sure there is a cute one here and there, but definitely not as many as I anticipated. We were at a local bar last night watching the game and the Red Sox fans were cleary much more attractive than the Yankees fans. The Sox fans were more boyish and laid back, wearing baseball caps atop their shaggy hair. Kinda reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.eddiecahillonline.com/"&gt;Eddie Cahill&lt;/a&gt;. Ok, maybe a straw wrapper could remind me of Eddie Cahill if I wanted it to, but you get the type I'm referring to. The Yankees fans on the other hand were real, whats the word...prissy looking? They were all decked out in their leather jackets and their chains, and wearing far too much cologne. Sure this is just a random sample of people, but the divide was too clear to ignore last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, its 11pm and Im bored out of my mind. No way in hell am I starting any homework, my brain shuts down around 8:30. Its freaking hot in my room too. The one radiator in the whole apartment and it happens to be in my room. Its like I'm living in my own little crockpot. Cruddy tv time, buenos noches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- for those of you who have asked for my pic, I finally decided to put one up on my profile...enjoy! (but not too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109772330768003606?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109772330768003606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109772330768003606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109772330768003606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109772330768003606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/father-knows-best-best-places-to-get.html' title='Father knows best... (best places to get prostitutes that is)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109758974366441344</id><published>2004-10-12T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:02:23.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No turning back now...</title><content type='html'>Well this morning I woke up to some weird noise, something I hadn't heard before coming from my room. The heat kicked on for the first time. Being from Florida the "heat" button on the thermostat is one that is rarely pushed if ever. Now of course we dont have a thermostat since I live in a 100+ year old apartment, so Im not really sure what it takes to turn on the heat, but after looking at the next weeks worth of forecasts I am guessing I wont be using the A/C again for a looong time. Looks like its time for me to purchase the winter necessities...only one problem, Im not really sure what they are. Everyone seems to have a different opinion of what I need. One person tells me that longjohns are a necessity, the other says they are a waste. So I guess it will be trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of a few events that I look forward to and dread for this winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skating in Rockefeller Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laying in my bed watching the snow fall outside my window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot Chocolate (finally I have something to buy at Starbucks!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going home for family time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggle time with __________ (most likely my stuffed animal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing coats and sweaters purchased years ago in hopes I would one day use them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreading...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Static Electricity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I have no tread on pretty much any footwear that I own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking like a doughball in whatever cold weather ensemble I put on &lt;img src="http://www.sclunchbunch.org/images/randy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting into the habit of talking myself out of shaving my legs ("well its not like anyone will be touching your legs anyways..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and of course, everyones favorite, the "winter weight gain" I have heard oh so much about, yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps- Im looking for some good walking shoes, like pumas, asics,roos, etc....but here's the catch- I dont want to have to sell a major organ to get the money to pay for them. Anyone know of any good places? Grazi in advance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109758974366441344?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109758974366441344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109758974366441344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109758974366441344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109758974366441344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-turning-back-now.html' title='No turning back now...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109745558829123528</id><published>2004-10-10T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:50:03.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #443 why I am destined to not have a boyfriend</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was walking around in a tank top, lightweight pants, and flipfops. By 4pm, still out shopping, the temp had dropped by a lot and I was freezing...and still quite far from my apartment. I ended up buying a shirt from Old Navy for the walk home, at this point not caring what matched and what didnt. I was looking nicely disheveled, wearing green pants, a black tank, and a long sleeve yellow shirt over it. So of course what only happens to Laura when she doesnt want it to? I meet some neighbors, some handsome neighbors- just as I enter the building. Nevermind all the times Ive gotten dressed up to go out or even just blowdryed my hair, nope this was obviously the best time to be introduced. The kicker? When I got into my apartment and saw that the old navy size sticker, you know those long clear ones...yep, nicely still attached to my shirt. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...Ive been trying to ween myself off of the idea that my NYC now LA guy was just "it" for me. Unfortunately for someone who doesn't really fall in love that often, I know he was it. After a week with only one brief email from him, I tried to tell myself that he will obviously move on and that I cant compete with LA, or LA girls for that matter. I tried to focus on other things, other things that didnt relate to him. This of course is hard when many of my first memories of living here are all with him. My whole neighborhood is like a scrapbook of our time together. Every restaurant, every street, everything, even my room...its weird. So anyways, I was trying to force myself to forget about him...and then it happened. He calls, and we talk for a while, and he is every bit as wonderful as I always knew he was, and he's telling me things that are going on there, and I hear his words, but in my head I am thinking--oh my God, I love you. Its just playing over and over in my head. Yea so isnt that fantastic? Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that sucks is that I wasnt looking for anything at all when I came here and the idea of actually not being attached was exciting in such an amazing city. That all changed the moment I met him, and now I see it all in a different light. I see how things are, and Im happy, but now Ive been exposed to this "ultra-happiness" like when he was here, and nothing compares. The city sparkles a little less without him and theres not much I can do about it. I know all this crap happens for a reason, I just hope this reason presents itself soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, if you feel like providing me with a nice distraction, I will take a night out with any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;Jason Lee&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Grant&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Bova&lt;br /&gt;Chris Carrabba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109745558829123528?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109745558829123528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109745558829123528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109745558829123528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109745558829123528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/reason-443-why-i-am-destined-to-not.html' title='Reason #443 why I am destined to not have a boyfriend'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109707710146873208</id><published>2004-10-06T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:42:31.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Great spirits always encounter violent opposition from mediocre minds." Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>So as far as the daily news, I've been pretty out of the loop since I moved here. Well, maybe not out of the loop, but I use to know things before most people did because I read so many sites, but now I dont have time to do so. Anyways, this morning I got up and went to cnn.com and was perusing when I came across &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/10/06/south.carolina.ap/index.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim DeMint, a Republican third-term congressman running for the Senate from South Carolina apparently has a little list going of who he thinks is fit or isnt fit to teach in the public school system. Most notably stated, he says that homosexuals should not be allowed to teach.....and most recently stated, if you are a pregnant woman with a live-in boyfriend, you should not be allowed to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am a very open-minded person and one that has never had any kind of issue with homosexuality so in my mind these ideals that he has are completely ludicrous. How can one say that because of sexual orientation that they are not fit to expand minds and make differences in children's lives? How can one say that because of situations that they may not understand or may not even be aware of that they are automatically a poor role model to children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been into politics, as a matter of fact, I despise politics, but if this is how the majority of Republicans seem to think, then I am proud to be a Democrat. Some amazing minds are homosexuals. They are playrights, council members, Pulitzer-prize winning poets, novelists, filmmakers, breast-cancer surgeons, naval officers (yes I am naming actual people). To say that these people are bad role models to children is nuts. It is just my opinion, but if your kid is destined to be gay, he/she is &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to be gay. Not having a homosexual teacher teach him/her will not change the outcome of their sexual orientation. I've never thought homosexuality was wrong, and I say this as a Catholic. I know the church doesnt agree, but its not the first thing I dont agree with the Catholic church about. In my opinion, nothing makes God more happy than when 2 people, any 2 people, are joined together through love. Argue if you want, but thats how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the statement made about single pregnant women.....&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people to judge that because of a particular situation one is in, that automatically defines your character and morals? Do they think that none of these children come from single parent homes? If this is so frowned upon to the point that children should not be exposed to these people as role models, what are these kids suppose to think about their own parents that are in similar situations? Should a woman be denied to teach if she is pregnant and her fiance leaves her? What if the woman is artificially inseminated with no desire to every marry, what then? Does her Masters in Education and all of her field work mean nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that nothing like this will ever pass, at least I hope not, but the fact that someone can even utter such a close-minded statement is beyond me. The fact that he has backers is also mildly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109707710146873208?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109707710146873208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109707710146873208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109707710146873208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109707710146873208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/great-spirits-always-encounter-violent.html' title='&quot;Great spirits always encounter violent opposition from mediocre minds.&quot; Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109695051030672654</id><published>2004-10-05T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:30:47.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Little Bee</title><content type='html'>Well this blog is a lot harder to keep up now that I live here. It was much easier when I was just sitting at my desk at work thinking of different reasons why I should get up and take the elevator somewhere. Ahh the good old days. Yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been super busy lately. School is a bitch, but I really like my classes. The atmosphere of the MBA program is really fun and it kind of feels like highschool again because everyone knows each other. Ive been try to keep busy with school functions too and was elected as the Director of Technology for the Media and Entertainment Alliance- Fordham's largest grad club, so that was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I have kept pretty busy trying to take in all the NYC that we can...maybe even too much, my funds are rapidly depleting. I cant wait until the Spring when I can have a job. This past Saturday we got free tickets to this off Broadway show called "&lt;a href="http://www.birdysbp.com/"&gt;Birdy's Bachelorette Party&lt;/a&gt;". Its from the co-creator of Tony and Tina's Wedding. It was pretty cool, all interactive. I definitely recommend it for bachelorette parties, thats for sure. Lots of males, lots of dancing, and lots of drinking. Of course, the prices of the drinks definitely forfeited the benefits of the free tickets, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I made it out to Central Park for the first time since Ive been here. Sheep's Meadow looked like a movie set, it was so picturesque. I laid on the grass listening to my ipod (which by the way was an excellent purchase, I use it all the time).. and let the sun bake my skin. The breeze was slight and refreshing. It was all so pleasant. Once in a while I find myself in a situation or a place that just makes me think, "God I love this city". That was definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the studies for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109695051030672654?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109695051030672654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109695051030672654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109695051030672654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109695051030672654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/10/busy-little-bee.html' title='Busy Little Bee'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109604491774863252</id><published>2004-09-24T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:58:11.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too much power</title><content type='html'>Well, one judgement I have made up here so far is that bouncers have a little too much power. Back in Orlando, these so-called bouncers were people my age that just happened to be slightly bigger than the average person. Here, its a profession. Not that I didnt know this, but I guess after the experience last night, Im just a little pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and a group of friends from school went out last night to a few bars. We were hopping around from place to place and ended up at this bar called The Joshua Tree, where every single one of us got in no problem except for one of our male friends who the bouncer announced that he had had too much to drink and he couldnt come in. Now first of all, yes we had been bar-hopping, but none of us were drunk, especially him. I was already inside when this news came across so I went back out to see what the hell was going on. The bouncer said it one more time and then left and changed shifts with this other dude who was an even bigger dick. Our friend was asking him, "ok thats fine that you wont let me in, but seriously, why is it that you think im so drunk?". He was completely polite about it, but the bouncer would just freak out and yell "Hey! Im going with his decision because he does this for a living, so just shut the fuck up". Ok first of all, not cool. This is when all the blood goes to my fists and I have the urge to punch. There is no reason to be an ass and I told him that and then I furthermore told my friends that I wouldnt go into a bar that employed such dumbasses to guard the door. Well Mr. Bouncer didnt like that, but I didnt care, so anyways long story short, we left and decided to go to the bar right next door. So we are all going in and BAM, he stops the guy..."youve had too much". We are all like "youve got to be fucking kidding me". We know why this time, its because he watched the whole ordeal next door and wasnt about to rule against that. So gay. So we left and as we walked out yet another door I gave a piece of advice to the bouncer saying "im pretty sure you have a brain, so you can probably stop borrowing his" (pointing to the bouncer next door). I am so going to get killed in this city. Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109604491774863252?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109604491774863252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109604491774863252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109604491774863252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109604491774863252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/09/little-too-much-power.html' title='A little too much power'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469882.post-109595862960838046</id><published>2004-09-23T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:59:23.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 3rd year of college all over again, except in a much cooler city</title><content type='html'>Well its 12:30 here and I just woke up, how wonderful is that? You know those nights that you have when you think you are just going out for dinner and then it turns into this whole thing and you dont end up home until pretty late, etc? Well that has been pretty much every experience of going out in NYC. Even before we had officially moved here, a couple of drinks after dinner led to making all these new friends, meeting my NYC guy, and returning home at 6:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was another one of those nights. My roommate Ann had to fly home to Florida this morning to help her family move, and her flight was at 5:45, so the shuttle was set to pick her up at 3:30am. So we went to dinner after class and we had the slowest waiter on earth and I am quite sure that we were the only people there that didnt speak Italian. Anyways, it took forever to get our food, but meanwhile we had been downing the wine. Anyways, after dinner we decided (the wine decided) that Ann should just stay up all night drinking until the shuttle came. So we went off to &lt;a href="http://www.nycbestbars.com/OTW.htm"&gt;this bar&lt;/a&gt; where about 5 minutes after we sat we were approached by this guy shouting his resume. Now, Im not use to this from Florida, but I swear if he told us one more time that "I work on Wallstreet, so its all good"...I would have had to punch him. So what? You work on Wallstreet, whoopity doo, so do a billion other people. I guess I still have to grow accustomed to this. My friend Brian says that he thinks that a lot of the girls here are very concerned with stature and money when it comes to men, that I dont know, but it is becomming more likely just due to this outburst of resume we always seem to get. Hello men of NYC, my name is Laura and I dont care where you work, how important you are or how much money you have. Sure you have to have goals and all that, but the next time one of you blurts out about this fancy shmancy club you went to last week and how you could "get us in", I cant guarantee I wont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after meeting 2 nice guys from Rutgers and playing a little "beirut" (is that how you spell it?)- we had 30 minutes on the clock to get back to the apartment and get her stuff ready. Well we decided that was too much time and that we needed some pizza, so off to Joe's Pizza where there these 2 guys came up to us to chat. Well long story short I found myself in this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So do you smoke weed?&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha (are we still in highschool?) Nope, I dont&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well I smoke weed all the time, 24/7, you can tell by my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Me: Actually, I cant tell at all by your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So do you want to hang out tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm, well I have class ( I dont have class)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: what time&lt;br /&gt;Me: 2:40 (pulling a time out of my ass)&lt;br /&gt;Guy:I'll call you at 4&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok (shit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is the thing, Ann and I would never have normally given out our real numbers if we didnt want to, but here we have and I dont know why. I think its because of the possibility of bumping into these people again (which has happened). Oh well, with my new system of putting their name in my phone and a "DNA" (Do not answer) next to it, it works just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways we made it home and Ann got her drunk ass on the shuttle and I passed out in bed. Tonight I'm meeting up with some school friends for this free BBQ and beer thing at school for Grads and then some bar, I forget the name. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I desperately need some food and to get out of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;~Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6469882-109595862960838046?l=serenity-now.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/feeds/109595862960838046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6469882&amp;postID=109595862960838046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109595862960838046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6469882/posts/default/109595862960838046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-now.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-3rd-year-of-college-all-over-again.html' title='Its 3rd year of college all over again, except in a much cooler city'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05418626766510204220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.tealribboncfl.com/images/Me_at_c4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
