A little too much power

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.

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!

Its 3rd year of college all over again, except in a much cooler city

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.

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 this bar 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.

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:

Guy: So do you smoke weed?
Me: haha (are we still in highschool?) Nope, I dont
Guy: Well I smoke weed all the time, 24/7, you can tell by my eyes
Me: Actually, I cant tell at all by your eyes
Guy: So do you want to hang out tomorrow?
Me: Umm, well I have class ( I dont have class)
Guy: what time
Me: 2:40 (pulling a time out of my ass)
Guy:I'll call you at 4
Me: ok (shit!)

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.

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.

As for now, I desperately need some food and to get out of the apartment.
~Ciao

What happened to those classes that were 45 minutes? Oh yea, that was highschool.

So I somehow managed to survive 4 hours of accounting and 2 hours of law today. Havent these teachers ever heard of that interesting tidbit of research that states that students lose all capacity to retain knowledge after something like 25 minutes? Well apparently not. My brain is officially fried today.

The flight back yesterday wasn't too bad except for my layover in Cinncinatti. I dont handle layovers well. I should just sit and read but instead I wander around spending money like I have it or something. In the 1.5 hour layover I had I managed to spend $20 on greeting cards and $5 on a TCBY Shiver, half of which I through away. Go me.

The weather was gorgeous here today, it was like a high of 68, perfect picnic in the park weather. Ive got to do something fun this weekend that will get my mind off the fact that Mr. NYC flew out to L.A. today. Im sure I'll come up with something. My roommate Ann saw Mario today in Washington Square Park setting up for some big dinner. Some bum told her that it was a party for Nicole Kidman. Riiiiiiight.

Alrighty, well its midnight and Ive got one month of free movie channels so im going to go get my moneys worth from those Time Warner bastards. Nighty poo.

It's about damn time!

Well hello, to my few faithful readers that are left. What a whirlwind the past month has been. I dont even know where to start. I just flew back into Florida today for the weekend because its my dad's 50th bday and we are throwing him a big bash. Its nice to be home, but its like a different world now, its weird. You go from so fast pace to just strolling along. I feel like I should be doing something or out somewhere, but I guess everyone needs time to just kind of relax. The apartment is finally complete. It took forever to get it how we wanted it, but it finally came together. I love my neighborhood so much. Its so fantastic and its just so alive. Aside from all the fabulous restaurants and stuff around, its just this feeling that you get when you walk around and you just know that there are all these crazy and interesting things going on, its great. Ok for some reason this computer wont let me make paragraphs so that why this is all jumbled together. Ive seen my NYC boy a lot, which has been terrific, but unfortunately I had to say goodbye to him this morning before my flight. I get back Sunday night and he leaves for L.A. early Monday. We talked forever about how it could work, and it would just be so hard, hes just so far away. Even holidays wouldnt work because he would go home to NY and I would go home to FL. It really sucks because we both have these awesome feelings for each other, but its kind of out of our hands. Of course we will stay in touch, but thats all we can really do right now. Oh well, who knows what the future holds right? School has been keeping me crazy busy, but that was to be expected. I feel like there is so much to experience in NYC that 2 years may not even be enough. Its crazy because I could walk down the same street everyday and still see things that I hadnt seen the day before. I love that aspect of the city. Its crazy how fast Ive become attached to the sights and sounds of a city that I never thought I would be a true part of. I guess I always just thought even when I lived there I would feel like a tourist. Not the case at all. I have grown use to so many little things in the neighborhood that it really makes me feel at home... the doorman down the street who I have a meet and greet with daily, the nice Indian guys that run the internet cafe around the corner, the guy that belts out random R&B songs somewhere around my building (Ive never actually seen him, but hes pretty good), the lady in my building who I assume is involved in theatre because she practices her opera singing daily, and lets not forget the couple in the building that has really loud sex at all hours of the day. We thought it was porn at first, but Im pretty sure its authentic. Yep, its all home to me. More to come soon...I'll be back in NYC on Sunday. Have a great weekend :)

And so the next chapter begins...

Well I leave tomorrow morning bright and early for the big move to NYC. I have been packing up the truck for 2 days now and muscles I didnt even know I had are hurting. I should be there by sometime Saturday, but who knows when my internet will be up and running...hopefully soon. I know this blog has sucked for a few weeks now, but I should be right back on schedule once everything is set up after the move. See you soon :)

Way too early for all this drama

So Im plagued with this thing for the past year that doesnt allow me to sleep in after 8:30 am. I use to be a champ sleeper, going all the way until noon if I could, but now its gone. So since I am up everyday at this hour, but still too lazy to "start my day", I set myself in front of the tv. This is the first time in years that I dont have a job to go to, so I really have no idea what is on during a weekday. The answer to what is on, however, is crap. Utter and complete crap. For some reason the only thing of interest to watch at 9am is Elimidate. I really think that seeing slutty girls fight over some totally unworthy guy is not a way to start my day, but that show has some kind of magnetism to it. Its like a cant stop watching. Its funny, because as bitchy as some of the girls are, its the guy that I really hate. In the episode today I saw this guy getting ready to elimidate a girl in the first round. He said he couldnt decide who it should be and grabbed the girl next to him and made out with her for a sec. Then he put his hand on her face and pushed her off saying "you're elimdated". What a fucking prick. The saddest thing is that the other girls who still remain dont see anything wrong with his behavior. Its so grotesque, yet I cant stop watching. Then to complete my morning o' drama, Dawson's Creek comes on at 10. I use to be a big fan of this show, but now looking back on the episodes I so loyally watched, all of them end in this terrible state of depression. Very rarely does an episode end on good terms. Someone dies, 2 people get divorced, best friends are fighting, Joey cheats on Dawson...its just one upset after another. I guess it was probably easier to identify with stupid teen agnst, when I was a stupid teen, but now its just so, well, juvenile.

Alrighty, well I think I am going to go swimming. Have a good one.

Oh Dear God

Well Im sure some of you have seen this already....but seriously, this is the harriest mofo I've ever seen. The great thing is that he seems to be remarkably happy and have high aspirations for himself. Good for him. I've never been a lover of the hair, but its interesting to know that there is probably some woman out there that is turned on by this guy. People are wierd. Wherever she is, I hope they meet and have lots of hairy sex and babies.

On another note, Ive been hooked on the Olympics, which Im normally not. I dont know if you guys saw the US Mens swim relay last night, but it was kickass. We won a gold....well THEY won a gold, you know what I mean. I like womens gymnastics too. That girl Mohini is awesome I think, seems nice too.

Ok, well off to do more errands. T minus 9 days until the NYC move.

Life, love, and general boredom

Well its only been about 4 days since Ive been back home in Melbourne and Im starting to get a little stir crazy. For the first time in forever, I dont have a job to go to and since I havent lived in this city for like 4 years now, there arent many committments I have here, nothing I really "have" to do. There is only so much tv you can watch. I think a big part of it is coming from NYC on such a fast paced trip with a mission. Everyday we were out walking, looking at places, exploring...so now every morning I am up early automatically, but with no real place to go. I could go shopping or something, but as I have no income coming in at the moment thats probably not smart. Im hoping that the weather will be nice so I can hit up the beach a few times this week and get all brown before the big move. (oh, by the way, the hurricane went just north of us thank goodness, we just got a lot of really bad storms).

So yea, thats pretty much whats going on these days. My NYC boy shared some great/shitty news with me the second night I saw him...he was accepted into UCLA's Graduate Film Program in Screenwriting...he moves to LA mid September :( It was really upsetting to hear, and it was kind of surprise to him because he was waitlisted and didnt really expect a seat to open up, but it did. Its an amazing opportunity for him, so I am happy for him in that way, but when he told me I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. Due to the brevity of our relationship so far, it was suprising how we coped with this new twist in our fate....it was as if we had been together for a long time. The intensity that has been experienced so far is like nothing Ive ever felt before. For me to even have the thought that he might be "the one", is huge, and I knew it that night....about 2 hours before he shared this news with me. Is it possible to fall for someone so quickly? I never do. Maybe a crush, but this is no crush, this is no typical situation, it hasnt been from the start. The only thing Ive decided to do is be myself and not hold back. Life is too short to play by the rules of dating and games arent worth my time. I think if you feel something you should show it or say it, just put it out there...Ive kept quiet too long in the past and it just eats you up inside, you're own love of another eats you up. Doesnt seem fair. I dont know how this is going to work, but I want it to. Too bad Im only one side of the equation.

Hurricane a' comin!

Ive not even been home for 2 days and the joy of hurricane season is all around. Yea so unless you are living in a hole and arent up on current news, Hurricane Charley is suppose to touch ground within the hour. We knew it was coming of course, but its recent shift east was a surprise. Its now up to a Category 4 which is pretty scary. All the candles are out, gallons of water are in the garage and everything from outside is now inside somewhere. The winds now are around 145mph and in my area we are expected to get around 100mph winds. The eye of the storm is like 12 miles wide and something like 1.8 million Floridians have been evacuated. Last time we had to evacutate was for Hurricane Floyd, and what a mess that was. An hour drive turned into about 8 hours sitting in gridlock on 95.
Well anyways, back to watching the news, hopefully it will lose strength quick
when it hits.

Signing off...

I have a home in NYC!!!!!

Well after an excruciating time looking for an apartment here (more detail later)....we finally found a place, and right where we had hoped it would be! We found a 2br apartment on Cornelia St. in the West Village and we couldnt be happier. It is the cutest street with so many things around it, I wouldnt even know where to start. The food on this street alone is amazing. We are right across the street from the Cornelia Street Cafe.We close on the apartment tomorrow at 3pm and then its time for drinks a plenty. I think I am beaming right now, what a relief. It is seriously so gorgeous of an area and the apartment is cute and small and definitely something we can make a home. It turns out my subway line is right around the corner and I dont have to switch at all. Washington Square Park was like a 4 minute walk from our place!! I took a few pics of our street and stuff, but Im still in NYC, so Ill upload them when I get home on Thursday.

PS- I met up with my NYC boy (smitten, remember?)...it was so perfect and wonderful. He is even cuter than I remembered and he brought his roommate that seemed to hit it off with my roommate Ann. It was a picturesque evening, and I had my first "kiss on a New York City street" in the midst of passing couples. I dont think I stopped smiling the whole way home. God I love this city.

More to come...

On the road again

Well my little trip to St. Augustine has come to an end and we should be getting on the road in an hour or two. It was a good time filled with many memorable moments as always. I really love how close my family is, sometimes I forget that not every family is like that.

Im not sure if I could live in a little city like this or not. I love the history and all that, but at night time, its just a little creepy around here. We decided to go on this walking ghost tour last night at like 8pm. We thought it would be fun. I had gone on one in Savannah years ago as well as on the "Jack the Ripper" tour in London, and both were enjoyable. So anyways, with St. Augustine being America's oldest city, we figured there would be some good stories. Plus, this tour had been featured on the travel channel and and discovery channel, so we figured it would be good. It was a rainy night to start, and at around 8pm the streets of the historic area become pretty barren as most shops have closed up. We went to a couple of Bed and Breakfasts and heard their stories of poltergeists and all that. It wasnt too scary up until that point because the tour lady kept going into extensive detail which got tiring. That was at least up until the graveyards. I've always thought that graveyards are creepy, but when you look at one that has been there for hundreds of years, it looks straight out of a horror movie. The fact that we stood right in the middle of the opening gates didnt help. She told us all of the stories regarding a few of the bodies that lay there. She pointed to this one little gravestone of a 5 year old boy and told us how he is frequently seen climbing this huge tree in front of us. Apparently they have captured this on film. The whole time we were standing there, with this tree's branches hanging over us I could not bring myself to look up at the tree, terrified at the though that my brain would make me see something that wasnt there.

So after that cemetary she led us to a few other places and we were now pretty deep into the heart of the historic district. I was joking with my sisters saying "what if she takes us to that last cemetary instead of where we started and then is just like 'ok everyone thats it, have a good night', and then leaves us stranded". We laughed it off because we knew it would never happen. Except that it did. After visiting the last cemetary she gaves us an "ok that its everyone, have a good night"....just as I was thinking, wtf she cant be serious. Well she was and headed off in her own little direction. The rest of the crowd went their separate ways and my sisters and I were left standing next to the graveyard. We sort of knew where we had to go, but it included walking down this old street that we had just come from....the same street that walked right next to the graveyard with the 5 yr old ghost...and the same street that at this point was dead silent and dark. We seriously had no idea where we were. Just when I was beginning to freak, my cell rang, it was my parents asking if the tour was over yet. I told them how we were standing in some street with no idea where to go. Luckily...my parents turned out to be right around the corner and we saw them immediately. That was a huge coincidence though....I mean of all streets they ended up on that one and the same exact time we did, at like 10 pm at night. The other thing I thought was weird was that I get no reception in the historic area, not even one bar, but when they called I had full service...and immediately after I had none. All in the same area. I think Ive got my fill of ghost tours for a while.

I wish I was just going home to do nothing for a week but soak up the sun on the beach, but I leave tomorrow morning for NYC as the apartment hunt moves into full force. From what Ive seen so far this week, there are very few 2 bedroom apartments for rent in the West Village. Apparently everyone has told Ann (who has been there for a few days already) that anyone who has a 2br in the WV most likely holds onto it, you know, for life. Super. So anyways, I guess now we are looking more in the East Village. There are definitely more places to rent there and they are more affordable, its just that my commute to school will suck. Is transferring subways really that bad? Everyone has told me to avoid it. Maybe it wont be that bad. I mean, I got to school three days a week, and none of those times are during rush hour. I guess Ill just wait and see.

Anyways, time to pack up my stuff, just so I can drive home and repack it. Wish me luck in nyc and that I dont get some shithole place.

Ps- We are staying in a friend's place while they are away...in the financial district. Should be interesting.

And so another chapter ends...

Well yesterday was my last day of work, and I cant tell you what an awkward feeling it was leaving a job with no plans of going to another one. Don't get me wrong, its a great feeling, just a foreign one to me.

Everyone was so terrific to me there. So friendly and understanding, just all around good people. Ive really never had a bad working experience at any job, which kind of makes me feel afraid that Ive almost had it too good. I always hear about people having awful bosses or shitty work schedules, and Ive never really experienced that. Im 25 years old and Ive somehow managed to work in very professional jobs, yet still take off when I need for various things like vacations or whatever. I guess Ive just been lucky. I hope that luck continues.

Today I am in St. Augustine, just got here a few hours ago. The plan is to do nothing but relax, shop, and just hang out. This is exactly what I have needed. I think we might take a day trip up to Savannah one day too. That should be nice.

So anyways, I guess I just wanted to let you all know I was still alive, in case you were interested. Work was just so nuts these past couple of days I sometimes forgot to eat lunch. They had a nice sendoff for me and managed to stick a little moula in my pocket, so thats always nice. What was the best was hearing the Director of Partner Programs for the whole corporation tell me that "we are a better company because of you". That was a suprise to hear, but I couldnt have asked for a nicer compliment. Im really going to miss all of them.

Well, Im outta here. Have a good weekend.

ps- Puddy (my fish) was in a tragic accident on highway 528. He did not survive :(

So freaking tired

Thank God I'm out of college living.

Maybe I just got too use to my quiet apartment. Maybe I am too set in my "older person" mode. Maybe my sister's neighbors are just idiots who have no concept of time. Whoa, did I just say that?

Well the past couple of nights have been typical "party nights" complete with loud talking drunk kids, bottles being broken, and the occassional hyena laughs courtesy of drunk sorority girls.  This all seemed pretty normal, even though I was surprised to see that most parties end with everyone cleaning up, then going to bed. That is NOT how we use to do it. It was more like: pass out on something soft, and deal with the destruction made tomorrow....afternoon.

Anyways, last night was anything but typical. At around 12:30 we started hearing the group gather. I was in and out of sleep for most of the night, but we were awakened nicely at 3:30 to hear the cops outside our door. What I coulf gather from the convo was that someone was running around setting of fireworks or something.  The cop was crazy pissed and was freaking out these sorority girls (mildly entertaining). The cop kept telling her that if she didnt turn in who did it that he was charging that whole apartment with the disturbance. Then I heard the girl run into her apartment and drag out some other girl yelling at her to go tell the cop that she knows the people that did it. It was all so juvenile. Not to mention the most annoying thing ever.

So its not really that I haven't slept, I guess its more like sleeping on an airplane. You are sort of sleeping, but completely aware of everything going on around you. Three more nights of this should not make for a happy Laura come Friday. Maybe I should start drinking a glass bottle of wine before I go to bed.

One step closer

Well, I am moved. I made the mistake of uttering the phrase "Oh this isnt as bad as last time" halfway through the day. Yes, it was as bad as last time. I guess moving is just never easy, no matter how much you prepare. I thought I was in semi-good shape, but my aching body tells me otherwise.

So now, I am living with my sister until Friday, which is my last day of work. Then after that I'm going home to Melbourne. My sister lives in a very "college-ish" type apartment community right by the university. It certainly brings back memories. Its funny because I find myself criticizing some of the college kids that are doing the same stuff I use to do not too long ago.  The people that live across from my sister like to have parties, a lot, and since the walls are apparently made of paper mache, we can hear pretty much every word they utter if they are standing outside. Luckily, the party they had the other night was the night of my move, so I was out at like 10pm, and I think I could have slept through a bomb going off.

Its funny how an environment changes the way you act. For instance, at my own apartment I tried to eat well, go to bed at a decent hour, I worked out, and I rarely went "out". Nooooow....Ive been in college living for only like 48 hours and its back to eating icecream out of the container, staying up late, never working out or even having the desire to, and I might be going out this Thursday night. So I guess its nothing radical, I just went from being 45 back to being 25.

I have 4 days left of work and my motivation is seriously lacking.

PS- Has anyone seen this article? So freaking insane.

Catwoman sucked? Get outta town!

Is anyone really surprised that Catwoman got awful reviews? I dont think so.  I just dont understand how like 80% of the public can form an opinion on if a movie is going to be dumb just from watching a 15 second preview...yet the producers of the film think it will be great the whole time it is being made. Explain that to me.  I would think by now we all would have learned that it takes much more than a hot actress and a fictional icon to make a movie.

I was kind of disappointed to read yesterday that Kirsten Dunst and Jake Gyllenhaal have separated. They looked like one of the few Hollywood couples that might actually make it. Of course their reps says that they are still the "best of friends". I wonder if its ever even partially true when they say that.

Did anyone know that Reese Witherspoon's real name is Laura? Weird, I just found out. I use to be so in love with her husband Ryan Phillipe, thanks to Cruel Intentions. If any of you are looking for a cure to your Ryan Phillipe obessesion, look no further. All you have to do is watch Little Boy Blue. It will make you feel all kinds of weird and nasty.

Well on an energy scale of 1 to 10, I am running on about a 3. Tonight its crunch time with packing since moving day is tomorrow. Ick. With every box I pack I look at a certain item and think, "wow, the next time I use this I will be living in NYC". It still seems surreal, but nice.

Have a good weekend ;)

I'd like the chicken salad, but can I get the teeth on the side?

Ok, I officially HATE packing. I am at that stage now where I seem to be doing a lot of work, yet when I look around it looks like I havent done anything. Not to mention I havent bought any groceries because I know I would just have to throw them out. So because I dont want to get fast food everyday, Ive been living off of lean cuisines, berry berry kix, and wheat thins. I know it sounds glamorous, but that meal combo really isnt as delicious as you might think.

I registered for classes today and was really happy with my kick-ass schedule. I only go to school Monday through Wednesday, woohoo. So now that makes me think what I will do with all of those other days in which I dont have class. I am sure I will need to time to study and whatnot, but now Ive started contemplating possible jobs. I really hate retail, and wasnt really a fan of the "hospitality" industry, but who knows, I guess at this point I cant be picky. Its going to be weird not having a job at first. I've been working since I was 16, non-stop. I like to work, I HAVE to work. I could never stay at home I dont think, I would get to ansy and probably go mad.

Someone just heated something up in the microwave here and now the whole floor smells like green onions, which then makes me think of Taco Bell, which then makes me think of their commercials that have pics of that nasty burrito with big chicken chunks hanging out of it. Gross. Anyone who thinks they are getting real chicken or beef from Taco Bell is in for a surprise. I heard from someone they use tuna chunks sometimes and just season it like the chicken and people cant tell the difference. Apparently that's less expensive.

All it takes for me to boycott a food item is one bad experience. I guess its a mental thing. I use to love Wendy's spicy chicken sandwich, but one time I got one and bit into it and the chicken was the consistency of taking a bite out of a block of soft cream cheese. Needless to say I didnt eat one of those after that for 2 years. Oh yea and another time, I was at McDonald's and was about to finish my last piece of  bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit...when i decided to take the top off to rearrange the insides. To my suprise there was a nice little fly embedded in the egg. Can you believe when I took that up to the counter the only thing they did was take the piece of sandwich and then say "sorry". 

The worst was when I worked at Applebee's and someone found a tooth in their salad. Hahhahahah. I mean what do you even say to that? That poor manager. We all knew who it was too. There was this dirty little old lady that worked the kitchen and she was by far all gums....well at least now she was. Anything gross like that ever happen at a food place to you guys? My inquiring mind wants to know.

ps- My friends and I use to eat at this place around the corner from our highschool that had the best Chinese food.  About a 2yrs after I moved, I read in the paper that they found dead cats in the freezer. Lovely.

Ugh- stupid blogger

I wrote this whole long post and went to publish and Blogger went nuts on me...yada yada yada, the post is gone and I am too lazy to rewrite it.

Does this annoy anyone else?.... No fair

Not to mention, is THIS really worthy of being a front page link on CNN? So what if she doesnt eat? Are we suppose to feel sorry for her? Not going to happen.

Oh, and for those of you who might care, I am smitten.
Smitten, smitten, smitten- and not with someone Ive ever mentioned on this blog- he actually lives in NYC. I guess that's all Im going to say because I don't want to jinx it, but this could get very interesting.

Tenacity Pays

Well I'm not sure why, or how to explain it, but certain things just seem to work out. On occassion this happens on its own, but from my experience, I think its because Im not a quitter. I just dont give up easily, not for things that are important anyways.
 
Like this apartment. This lady was interested, but we weren't able to make contact again until today when she told me they put in an application on another place. I decided it wasn't over yet. I sent her back an email highlighting all the great things about my place and why it would be great for her daughter. She called me 10 minutes later, her daughter wants to see the place, and since its a much better deal, if she likes it, they want to get it. Holy Lord. So I am running out at lunch today to show this girl the place, and I am sure she will like it. I really dont think I can handle anymore disappointment or stress this week. For this to work out would be so freaking great. I'm so glad I emailed her back.
 
Another example...
There is this lady at work who is about, well maybe 65 or so, but she is the rudest little thing there is. I dont know if she is just grumpy or something but she is all about not smiling at someone when they smile at her, just nodding her head when someone says hello, and the one that gets me the most....if she is right in front of you walking through a door, she will make NO effort to keep the door open, and will just let it shut in your face. This has happened to me many times with her.
 
So I got stubborn and made it my mission for this lady to smile at me and God forbid hold a door. Ive been doing this for months...going out of my way to open doors for her, smiling at her, telling her to have a good weekend...all of it. Then today.....it happened.  I was walking outside to use my cellphone and she was ahead of me. As she walked out the door, she hesitated for a second, then turned around and kept the door open for me....as I almost dropped my cellphone from shock. All these months and it finally worked. For anyone who has seen "Under the Tuscan Sun", it made me feel just like Diane Lane felt at the end when that little old man finally acknowledged her waving. It was so great, and now that I think about it...it was nothing-but kinda nice to think that maybe she will be opening doors for other people now.
 
I was talking to my sister the other day about how crazy it is that with one action or one decision you make, you alter your path in life as well as the lives of others. Its thrilling and scary all at the same time. At the time you dont think of it as anything, until you look back and see how that one decision set off a chain reaction of events that ends up shaping your existence.  I look back and think "what if this" and "what if I didnt do that", and its just mind boggling to imagine where I would be right now. I love where I am right now. I love that I have the ability and support to choose what I want to do with my life, where I want to live, what I want to experience, and I love the fact that I make my own happiness and my own success. I've learned over the years that Ive gottent to where I am because I have been no one but myself. Im not a kiss ass and I never will be. I use to think that would harm my future in business, but I know now that I would never want to be in a postion in which I had to do that just to be kept around, that's why I left my last job.
 
I guess I'm just happy. So thanks to everyone out there who has affected my life in a positive way. Thanks to those people I may not remember who taught me in subtle ways everything from manners to respect for others. Most importantly, thanks to my parents, who are pretty much the best there are. And a special thanks to my mom, where I get my hard-ass tenacity from- her gift of never giving up and always staying positive is the best I've ever received. 

Long story short

Just found out that the applicants for my apartment...well, their application fell through. Fucking great. I move out in 5 days and have no one to take over the lease.
 
Now combine that with a shitload of stuff to do to "finish up" at work, not to mention packing, registering for fall classes, school loans, oh and yea, the fact that I dont have an apartment yet in NYC.
 
In case you didn't catch that...I'm stressed.
 
Leave me some positivity, I need it :(

La dee da

First of all, for anyone who tried to post a comment yesterday and got an error message saying that they were blocked by me, the problem is now fixed. I dont block anyone from commenting, only crazies.
 
I have to admit that when I read this morning about Martha Stewarts sentencing, I couldnt help but smile. I dont even really know the facts about this case, pretty much because I dont care, but for some reason I enjoy the fact that she will spend five months in jail. I dont get what this "5 months restriction to your home" thing is though. Restricted to your house for 5 months? What are the parameters of this? Can you walk to the mailbox? Can you go get a hotdog? Im just glad all this hubub about her trial is over....we can finally get back to whats important, like what's  going on with the Olsen twins (kidding of course...that was for you Lovisa! ).
 
As far as other crap goes, my whole weekend is going to be filled with the joy of packing up my apartment. Are you jealous? Dont understimate the fun that can ensue with bubblewrap. I can't believe I am moving out in 8 days. I have so much shit to do its insane. Hopefully these people that put in an application today for my apartment will get approved and then I can cross that big monstrosity off of my list of worries. I hope your fingers are still crossed. I never said you could uncross them.
 
Its really gloomy here today, and if I hadnt been outside today already, just from looking out the window I would assume its like 40 degrees outside. I am really quite interested how I am going to handle my first winter in NYC. Im sure I will be just fine and I really cant wait to see everything there covered in snow. I can finally wear all those jackets Ive been buying over the past two years, at the after winter sales....I knew I eventually would get there. I will definitely have to get stuff like hats and gloves and all that, but Im kind of looking forward to it. Its funny, I dont know what it is about winter, but it just seems like the perfect time to be in love. You know, walking down the streets, arm in arm, snuggling up at night...just seems, well, nice. Who knows what this winter brings....man or not, it will be awesome.
 
In the "there is no way this can be true" category- have you heard about how Jessica Simpson and Nick are thinking about adopting a kid? Oh and not just any kid, a teenage kid.  Im not sure if they just both went mental all of the sudden, but am I the only one that thinks that she is not yet fit to be a parent? Let alone of a teenager. Wow, now if only they could get THAT on tape.
 
Well it's pin-drop silent in here so im thinking its time to grab some lunch. I hope you all have a great weekend, and when you are laying out at the pool, out shopping, or on a date...think of me, packing, covered in little pieces of storage tape, wandering through a plethora of brown boxes...and then smile because you know you dont have to help one bit. Lucky bastards :)