TWO THINGS...

1) I'm completely, totally and utterly jealous of TAYLOR SWIFT. Not only is she gorgeous, talented and sweet, she also has landed one of he cutest guys around!!!! I love JAKE GYLLENHAAL! I think he is adorable and insanely talented as an actor. After seeing him in PROOF with GWYNETH PALTROW, I almost melted when he took his shirt off with one hand. You know that move I'm talking about right?? Like the guy uses his arm over the back of his neck and lifts it off?? So cute.




2) Is anyone as obsessed with the latest TARGET commercials as I am? The one with the type A blonde girl "training" for BLACK FRIDAY and the HOLIDAY SEASON? I havent laughed so hard at a commercial in a while. This chick is hilarious. Love when she stares at herself in the mirror and sikes herself out saying "YOU WILL WIN THIS" The outside clips are ridiculous! Omg, priceless. Whoever is handling the marketing and advertising for TARGET, keep up the good work! My kind of humor for sure!!



I LOVE THIS!!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Just a little TG love for y'all. We made these... How adorable?!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

OH, HEY!

It seems that blogs are the new rage lately. In my world, they have always been. I am glad to see that people are starting to dig into their literary souls! Congrats to my friends E and J on starting their very own blogs. I noticed that J refers to people/friends in letter form, like yours truly... Keep it up guys!

This week was definitely interesting. Turns out that I'm a damn good sales woman, holler! I made the biggest sale of my life yesterday and I can easily say that it felt AMAZING!!! Now, normally I would've called every person I knew to tell them, but I didn't. I didn't have that urge. Just knowing that I could do it felt great so I left it at that. Then again, I am writing it on here so... Again, I digress.


I find that lately, sitting in traffic gets on my nerves a little more than usual. Lord knows what's in store for me. The holiday season is just beginning and already I find myself cursing out other drivers on the road and complaining to to cab drivers that "This traffic is INSANE" They never answer, they just keep talking on their cell phones unfazed by my antsy-ness.


Speaking of cab drivers, while in a cab the other night, my driver, was on his cell phone. Let's face it- even though it is against the law for cab drivers to be on the phone even with an ear piece, they are always on their phones. Okay, so back to my story, a cop car puts his bloopy sounding semi siren on ( btw, what is that odd sound? like an under water burp dolphin burp?) and says "Why are you on your phone?" My cabby in broken english just says "I,I,I, sorry sir sooo soo sorry" Cops says "But WHY are you on your phone?" staring him down. The same 3 lines were said 3 more times. I was about to shout at the cop and say "Make up your mind already, are we getting pulled over, or what? We have established that he was on his phone, now what? I'm going to be late" (what? I had somewhere to go?!) when suddenly I sat up and glanced over at the cop and he was the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. He caught me staring at him, we locked eyes. He smiled back and let us go.. Oh well, the one that got away. No pun intended. Of course I did what any shameless girl would do. I checked Missed Connections for a marriage proposal from this said cop. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't there. I know, right?? Oh well..

Have I mentioned lately how much I adore my sisters and my family? Good, because I'm just here to say it again. I learn so much from each and everyone of them, including S the youngest of them all. I don't mention my sister in law because she is my sister, obvs. Gosh, I'm so lucky.

I really miss N, I wish she didn't have to move. I'm siked for her though. I know she's going to be huge in the music world.

I will leave you all with this--

“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”

- Victor Hugo

IMAGINE...

Tomorrow is my birthday. Not a huge birthday person. I'm thankful to be alive though, I take none of it for granted. I'm just usually melancholy on my date of birth. Okay, next.

Last night I watched THE KILLING OF JOHN LENNON. It might've been the most harrowing movie I've seen in a while. Chapman is portrayed as a total nut bag. The style in which the film was shot just added to the chill factor. I am so affected by this movie it is insane. I missed the first forty minutes though, which kinda stunk. Chapman at one point says "I was nobody until I killed the biggest somebody on earth" Now, if that doesn't make you shudder.... What will? What made the movie so chilling was the fact that it was shot in the style of a documentary. At times, I found myself wondering if the film indeed was a documentary. "Chapman" narrates throughout the film, giving the viewer a feeling of being inside this mans actual mind. His voice is monotone and eerie. His obsession with the book THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, is a key component to Chapman's motive. He was obsessed with the story's protagonist HOLDEN CAULFIELD, so obsessed that at certain times, he would refer to himself as HOLDEN (freaky, I know). Chapman resented Lennon for his "phoniness" as well. The film is a direct re-enactment of Chapman's account of the weeks leading up to the murder and following the murder, using court documents, Chapman's confession and police accounts. Visually, the film takes you to all the places in New York that he visited. The scenes in front of THE DAKOTA building freaked me out, along with the hotel room scenes. The part that got the most was the fact that just hours before the killing, Chapman got Lennon to autograph his copy of Lennon's new album DOUBLE FANTASY outside of his building. WHOA.

I don't want to give it all away, but I will say this, THE CATCHER IN THE RYE is one of my most favorite books in the whole wide world. Today I have a very strange feeling towards the book. Hopefully, I can get over it soon. Of all books!!! If you want to really learn about Lennon's murder and learn about his killer, I highly recommend this film. As disturbing as it is, it is very informative and gripping.

Of course there are other theories surrounding Lennon's death. There have been for 30 years, this is nothing new. Some believe Chapman was "put up to it", but you already knew that.

It's a shame that LENNON is gone. I love his work. He was so talented. I feel pain for his sons and his widow. At the end of the day, their father/husband was murdered in cold blood. How does anyone go on living after witnessing such a terrible thing? The world might've lost an iconic figure and artist, but his family lost their nucleus.

Chapman was sentenced 20 years to life and has since been denied parole 6 times.

BLUE NOTE...

Today, we lost a great man. Earlier this morning I was shocked to hear that my old teacher Lonny Benamy (a'h) had passed away. Upon hearing the news, my body immediately felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach. Immediately I was overcome with sadness, regret and devastation. Aside from losing my grandma 10 years ago, thankfully I'd never really lost anyone remotely close to me. This was a sad second.

Lonny was my 9th grade biology teacher in high school. From the very first day of class, I liked him. He stood out from the rest of the teachers. He had a larger than life way about him. He was extremely educated which made me feel privileged to be in his class. He was real. As a child I loved science. I always wanted to be a nurse. Lonny's class was something I looked forward to. He was the type of person who knew everything about everything, yet he took the time to indulge us with our questions and allowed us to challenge a point. He listened and encouraged us to be inquisitive. His dry humor always made us laugh in class. He was the school nurse. He was the disciplinarian. He had office hours for late note excuses, cut clearing, gum chewing fines, untucked shirts and anything else you could think of. His office during lunch time was a mad house. Lonny was a HUGE figure in high school. You didn't want to mess with him either.

I can say without any hesitancy that he liked me, for whatever strange reason! When he wasn't in the mood to joke around you knew it. One time I called out something silly and nonsensical in class, normally he'd laugh or roll his eyes; if you were lucky he'd come up with a one liner that shredded you in a harmless way, leaving the class rolling in laughter. However this time he wasn't in the mood. "R, go down to Mr. Meller" he said as he filled out the dreaded GREEN CARD. I was aghast. ME??? How could he get me in trouble?? See, that was the thing, with Lonny no one was above the law. I didn't care though. I still valued him and thought of him as one of my favorites. I forgave him even though he didn't ask for forgiveness. Right before I left school he asked to meet with me. I was confused. "What did he want to talk about? Did I do something wrong? Am I in
trouble?" all of that circulated in my head. It turned out that he just wanted to make sure that I was happy. We spoke about schools and continuing my education. He let me know that if I ever needed any help with applying and what not, he was there- he wanted to wish me well. My sisters A and S were still in school once I had left and every now and then he would ask them how I was and what I was up to. At that time, I was in culinary school. I couldnt believe that he cared. He had so many students. My friends' parents had him! He knew everyone, yet he cared about what I was up to and how I was holding up? I am sure that he was like that with many.

I remember after I left school it was a bit complicated getting all of my records together. Trying to get my transcript was a nightmare. One day I just went to the school and asked to pick it up. No one could really help me. I went to Lonny's class. He was in the middle of teaching. I knocked on the door, he came out and saw that I was frustrated. He told his class that he would be right back. He helped me as much as he could. He was just THAT type of person. He also kept to his word. If he said he would be somewhere, he'd be there. Anytime we invited him to a wedding or a charity event, he would come with a smile.

Setting all of that aside, he had a heart of gold. Lonny was there for me in school as a mentor, as an advisor and as a friend after I left school. Whenever I was in his presence I felt lucky to know him. He was a great listener. He never judged. He was the picture of good health. A few years ago, I had heard that Lonny became sick. The first emotion that hit me was shock. How on earth could someone like him get sick?? This man took such great care of himself. Well, I guess that was an immature thought because we all know that getting sick has nothing to do with that. He was just unlucky. As soon as I had heard I rushed to call him. It turned out that he was in a hospital in Brooklyn recovering from surgery. I remember baking him a band-aid cake and taking it to the hospital. I wanted to show him that I continued school after leaving and that I could make a crazy cake! When I walked into the room I expected to feel awkward or pressed for words. I should've known better! Lonny was in great spirits. He LOVED the cake and was so appreciative that I brought something with me. A few minutes into the visit, his childhood friend walked into the room, I felt like I should give them alone time and started to put my jacket on. He looked at me and said "Where are you going?" I said that I wanted to give them some privacy, he looked at me like I was crazy. "Sit down" he said, "Don't be silly". I did just that. Lonny introduced me to his friend and explained to him that I was a student of his a while ago. They started to share stories and I just listened in, amazed by their solid friendship. Next thing I knew, they were including me in the conversation! Again, I felt so lucky to know him.

He looked at his sickness as a little hurdle to overcome. He was not going to let it slow him down. He talked about his three kids and how proud he was of each and every one of them. He talked about his love of Cornell, which was nothing new! He talked about his travels- he loved to travel. He was a man with an agenda. He loved to be active. I couldn't help but feel sad seeing him like that in a hospital bed. I hoped that he would get better because a slow paced lifestyle wasn't for him. All he could talk about were his runs and walks in the park and how much he loved the outdoors and hiking. He wasn't worried, he was determined. We talked about going for lunch with my sisters once he got out of the hospital. He called to thank me for visiting and asked me for the recipe for the cake I baked. His mother loved it, he said. Thats was Lonny, he always was appreciative. He followed up.

My sister Dee and I went for lunch with him some time later. He was so happy to see her too. He wanted to know what she was up to. How her new baby was. I remember joking around, saying that it wasn't fair that Dee and my brother in law, both brown eyed people had a baby blue eyed child. We laughed about dominant and recessive genes, something he taught us in Biology class. We had such a nice time. We laughed a lot. He was so easy going. He looked great. He told us that he was feeling good. He refused to be told to take it easy. He was slowly building up his strength and was walking a ton in the park. He told us that he started out at a slow pace in small distances months earlier and that he had built his way up to jogging miles again. He was basically a walking miracle. He was so proud of his progress. We were amazed but not maybe surprised. Lonny was one of the strongest people I've ever come into contact with. If anyone was going to beat the odds, it was him and he did just that. With all of his strength I expected him to be guarded. To my surprise he was not. He was a person just like the rest of us. He was open about his treatments. He spared nothing. I respected him even more for that. In writing this, I am teary eyed. The thought of him being gone is surreal. I believed that he would out live us all. We spoke a few more times after that lunch. He came out to New Jersey for the day one time during the summer to hang with all of us. We made lunch by the house and took it easy. It was a great day. He spoke about his kids with such pride. His daughter was a writer and he was so proud of her. His sons were in school and he couldn't be any happier. He was in great spirits. He was better. I knew he would be. We all knew he'd beat it. In typical Lonny fashion, he called the next day to thank us and said that he had an amazing day. He always followed up.

When I found out that Lonny had passed, I was in disbelief. I had no idea that he was sick again. The last time I saw him he was doing well. Yes being sick took somewhat of a toll on him but he looked great. Immediately I rushed back to Brooklyn to attend the funeral. "This couldn't be" was all I said over and over to myself on the ride in. "How did I not know that he was
sick?" None of that mattered now. He was gone. Oddly, he had popped into my mind last week. I had made a mental note to call him. Sadly I never got to speak with him. I was told that his health took a turn for the worse and that it all happened relatively fast. I wish I knew. He lived in my neighborhood, whenever I drove by his house I thought of him. Just knowing that he lived nearby was nice.

Dee and I went to the funeral. It was too sad to describe. The speeches were special. Hearing his children speak was gut wrenching. They spoke beautifully and captured his essence. It just wasn't enough. I had so much to say. I wanted everyone to know how he affected so many lives. I wanted his kids to know just how special we thought he was. I wanted him to know that everything that I learned in his class stuck with me. I wanted him to know that it felt great dropping the term vestigial structures every now and then. I wanted him to know that Darwin's Finches still freak me out and that one day I'd make my way to Galapagos Island. I wanted him to know that I was glad to know him. I wanted him to know that I use the word "like" a lot less now. Unfortunately I cant tell him any of this. What I do know now, is that life is short. Today is what counts- not tomorrow. I feel lucky to have known him.

Lonny had a zest for life. He set the bar high and he overcame because he refused to let his sickness get the best of him. He lived life to its fullest. Which is what I intend to do.


May he rest in peace.

Lonny Benamy A"H.

ONCE....

I find myself to be a very perceptive human being. Sometimes this works in my favor, other times, not so much...
You see, sometimes I dont wanna see half the stuff I see. Sometimes I wish I were oblivious to my surroundings. I see the most random things and become scarred for life...

When I was 9, My mom left a bowl of warm milk out for a cat who was pregnant. She felt the need to feed it and take care of it in her own way on our back porch. The next evening, we heard wailing coming from the backyard. What I saw scarred me. This cat gave birth to her litter. The mother cat was all wet looking and strange looking. She almost looked as if she were electrocuted and possessed. Next to her was a pile of wet fur and nastiness. The mother ate her babies. The sight was gruesome. From that day on I was terrified of cats and kittens. If a mother could eat her own babies, I wanted nothing to do with her kind. Gross. Traumatizing. Heavy on the ewwww!!

When I was in London, years ago, a bum was camped out on a deserted street chugging a gallon of red wine solo at 11 AM. I was so uneasy with the sight. Instead of looking away, I found myself staring at him as we walked by him. Next thing you know, he uked all over himself and the sidewalk. The site made me gag. I didnt touch red wine for 4 years.

(Since, we are on scarring stories, lemme share this one with you.....

When I was little, I refused to eat the egg white part of hard boiled eggs. my mother told me that I couldnt just eat the yellow part (gross, I know) and that I had to eat the white part too. I ate it and thre my guts up. Til this day, I havent eaten a hard boiled egg white, nor have I eaten any kind of egg white on its own. I struggle with eggs as a whole as a matter of fact. So yeah... )


These things just present themselves in front of me. I notice everything. Well, mostly everything. I constantly find myself asking myself "WHY MEEEEE???

When I was in 7th grade, there was a rumor going around in school that there was a mouse on the loose. I am petrified of vermin. Like really scared. Low and behold, Im sitting in class with my head on the desk obsessed with the thought of the mouse, and the little Willard plops right off the soffit of the ceiling onto my desk. I can still hear the plopping noise when I think of it. I LOST MY MIND. like, really, lost it. I was frantic, It took the school nurse and guidance counselor 2 hrs. to calm me down.

I have a million more stories like this, but Ill spare you because Im sure you are now thoroughly grossed out. I just dont know why I am victimized by these random scenarios.

Do things like this happen to anyone else???

SOMETIMES...

SOMETIMES... I think Ive seen it all only to discover that I havent seen anything yet.

SOMETIMES... silence is golden.

SOMETIMES.... I think too much about the dumbest things.

SOMETIMES... Im all about the now yet I find myself thinking about later.

SOMETIMES... I wonder what my obsession with all things marshmallow says about me.

SOMETIMES... I feel like a genius, other times I feel like a complete dunce.

SOMETIMES... I am able to see random things before they happen & wish that I had told someone about my prediction beforehand.

SOMETIMES... I crave free time.

SOMETIMES... free time is scary.

SOMETIMES... I love the sound of birds chirping, other times I find the noise to be insanely annoying.

SOMETIMES... I think that I am over the color orange. Gasp.

WHEN IT RAINS...

Im kind of not minding this ugly weather. Sometimes we need a lazy day to just relax and chill out. I welcome days like this every now and then.

Yesterday, on the other hand was a bit of a pain with the rain and all. Work had me walking back and forth from the office to the design building three times. I got soaked and trampled on each time. Is it me or do people act ridiculously inept when it rains? Drivers drive slower and people on foot carry umbrellas completely unfazed by those they share the sidewalk with. Whats up with that? Hello its an umbrella?! When someone walks by you lift it up, dont poke them in the face with it! Why is this so hard for people to comprehend? Yesterday I rocked my very own navy and white polka dotted umbrella. When I passed others on the street I was very mindful. After all, it was my responsibility to be careful not to poke, bump or soak anyone with it. An umbrella is a weapon in NYC, I dont care what anyone says. Its like driving stick, you constantly need to adjust your speed and be fully aware. Some dude walked by me in his gym gear with a massive one, he completely hogged the sidewalk. I walked by dodging an injury and said "Wow, that thing is a house!" he didnt even smile. Nor did he scoot over. I ha to literally stop and wait for him to pass. Good luck to him and his oversized house. If he was so macho he couldve braved the storm without one. What a DORK.

After my long day I had to drive to NJ without windshield wipers. I know, I know, Im ridiculous already. I will fix them this weekend hopefully. But btw, RAIN X is amazing. What a genius invention. Im not going to lie, driving was a tad hairy at times.

I know that this might ruin my street cred with whatever readers I have left-- but Ive become a fan of this seasons AMERICAN IDOL. I cringe as I type this, so go easy on me. Im human.

Okay, anyway, Im in love with LEE DEWYZE. OH EM GEE this mans voice hits me hard. I want him to win so badly. Ever since I heard him cover THE BOXER Ive been obsessed. His sings with such passion and vulnerability, I find myself staring at him on stage. He is so talented its insane. If I say that Ive listened to it 60 times it would be an understatement. My poor car...

So anyway, last night he covered the song HALLELUJAH. Now, as far as Im concerned no man should ever have the nerve to ever go there. JEFF BUCKLEY is the only one I can listen to sing it. If you havent heard it, Im beyond sick for you. Get on it like NOW. Unfortunately he is no longer alive and as a result of this, I find it to be all the more haunting. He takes this deep breath before he sings and I get the craziest dose of goose bumps all over my body. Yeah its THAT INTENSE.

DEWYZE did a damn good job singing it. A and I feel the same way about JB's version BUT we both got the chills immediately. The judges were in awe. I wasnt!! Ive been saying this for weeks now, this man owns the competition. CASEY is talented AND he plays the guitar (swoon) but hes a (hot) tool. He sounds like a sheep at times. In my opinion, its because he has a hard time hitting certain notes.... It doesnt matter. We dont need to worry about him, hell get signed regardless of whether he wins or not. CRYSTALS cool- but I dunno, Im not feeling it. Ive seen singers like her. Shell probably get signed as well. Theyre definitely pushing the JANIS JOPLIN angle with her. EH- not my type.

K, Im glad we had this convo. No, I havent voted because Im sorry, I refuse to cross that line (yet).... Love you for listening. Now heres BUCKLEYS version. Listen to this man sing and play his guitar. I dare you to disagree with me.

(I hate posting videos but IMEEM is gone and Im lazy, maybe just listen and dont watch the eerie image)



Also, heres DEWYZES cover of THE BOXER.. Listen to how he sings "I am leaving, I am leaving" he is submerged in it.

REVIEW...

This week was cool.

1. I finished class on Monday. Sadly, my final grade was not up to par, according to my standards, at least. I am an over achiever, therefore a B+ is not acceptable. I sulked about it for a few, Im pretty much over it now.

2. Work was exciting. My job has been extended! (Kind of old news, but I havent shared that on here.)

3. Went to a RAY BAN party with friends and saw a ton of rad peeps. Including but not limited to Juliette Lewis ( THE OTHER SISTER was a great movie and she was amazinggg in it, Z made sure to tell her) THE STROKES, Chloe Sevigny, IGGY POP (what a stage presence! Yes, he was shirtless, which can be a bit disturbing at 60+ years old with the loose skin issue and all, but he was phenomenal!!) , The VIRGINS and a few more. Best part was, we got totally hooked up with swag. I ended up with a bad ass pair of red shades. I also got trampled on in a mosh pit, which is always eventful.

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5. I really should fix my wind shield wipers. Waking up to rain has become an exhausting unnecessary challenge. Maybe someone wants to do this dreaded errand for me? Its already paid for in full. Ill make you an amazing cd in exchange. Ill even throw in a batch of cookies.

In other news I just had to plunk down $230 for a new thermostat for my dryer. The whole unit costs 600! After bitterly handing over my credit card to the the repair man, he advised me not to use the unit until I have the exhaust pipe cleaned out. If I dont do this, the newly installed thermostat will blow out almost immediately. " Umm.. Can you do that?" I asked. He handed me a business card for a duct cleaner and wished me a good day-- "Hes working today, you can call him" he retorted back with not a shard of empathy. Suddenly I felt like I was had. Something tells me that buying a new dryer will be an addition to my upcoming "to do" list. A part of me feels like I could probably do it myself. I love fixing stuff and putting stuff together. However, this pipe looks a tad scary. Defeat. I already put in the call to my air man. I love having things repaired and then being told that I cant actually USE the fixed device.

Im not feeling the J Brand cargo skinnies. Sorry. Im not sure that Ill ever embrace cargos again.

I am feeling this weather!!!

POST #259...

Well, here it is! I've made it to 259 posts!!!

My professor and I got into a public convo during class about blogging the other day. He basically said that he thinks blogs are ridiculous. In his opinion, people waste too much time giving their opinions when they know nothing. He thinks that there are way too many outlets for people to voice what's on their mind without having actual facts to back them up. I swallowed really hard and tried not to get offended. Id be lying if I said that I was unfazed. His opinions are none of my business, everyone is entitled to their thoughts. I boldly said that I thought he was opinionated and didnt understand what was wrong with that. I find him to be very strong in his convictions. I respect that. I even encouraged him to start a blog of his own because of this said trait of his.

Then, he mentioned that hed never even read a blog before. Well not that exactly- he said that he glanced at one before and that it turned him off for good because he found the writer to be ignorant and the comments even more obnoxious. It wasnt the time nor the place to give him the birds and the bees talk surrounding blogs. (You know, explaining that there are all different types of blogs (political ones, style ones, music ones, pet ones, my kind... ) I found myself becoming defensive because, I feel like my blog is light and nothing like what he was describing. That was until I told him about a poets blog that I read about on R's blog. My professor suddenly became intrigued. Apparently he is a fan of this poet. By classes end, he asked for the poets blog address. I scribbled it down for him and signed it with a smiley face with the word "Enjoy!" at the bottom. Then, he thanked me. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!


Is this picture not totally scrumptious??

ONE FOR YOU & TWO FOR ME...

It seems that I do things in pairs. Shall we compose a list to demonstrate? Yes, we shall. As far as Im concerned the number 1 is pretty much nonexistent to me.

1. I only eat gum in 2's. Never ever one piece.

2. Same goes for tic-tacs, except I push the envelope and go with 3 at a time. Lately tho, the family size pack spills out a good 5 or 6 when I tip it into my mouth. Yes, Im that person who puts their mouth on the box. If you do the same with my box, chances are, Ill be your new best friend, because that means you have nerve and I like that. I probably wont touch the box again though.Yep, thats right- I am a hypocrite but (ONLY) in this case.

3. When using exclamation points, I never use one. Guaranteed 2-4, at all times. Btw, I overuse them.

4. I put 2-3 splendas/poison in my decaf skinny vanilla latte'.

5. 2 cocktails straws in my drink and 2 limes- always.

6. I press the snooze button-- twice-- most mornings.

7. I never buy just one magazine at a news stand or book store.

8. If I like an article of clothing Ill buy it in two or more colors.

There are a million more examples that I can share but Im boring you so Ill stop. Its funny, in writing this post, Ive come to the realization that I have a hard time with the number 1 as a whole. If someone were to ask me what my favorite song were, Id never be able to narrow it down to one song. The same goes for movies and books. ONE is so committal. Why would anyone want to be tied down to just one thing??? We live in a world that revolves around options!!! EXPAND EXPAND EXPAND!!! Maybe I just have commitment issues and this post is my cop out, I dont know and who even cares?!

Try TURKEY HILL's PARTY CAKE ice cream. Its vile and delicious. Why?? Because it has chunks of cake, ice cream and frosting in it, its pretty much a birthday cake in a tub!!! See? Multiple flavors (plural)= EXCITEMENT sure VANILLA is delicious, but after a while dont you get bored of the same old thing (singular)= BORING.



I rest my case.

x to tha o.

HIATUS? I THINK NOT...

Yes, I've skipped out on my blog a bit, things have been hectic and not having internet while I was away kinda made things even worse. But fret, you must not, because alas, I am here to spread love, nonsense and fodder.

I have this theory in life. If you are a hot girl and you can dance, you have it made. After numerous unofficial surveys, it seems that girls who are on fire and are pretty much all that and a bottle of XXX (Vitamin Water) all have a common denominator--They can dance like its nobodies bizz. Put on a great jam (IMMA BEE, is a great start) and they own that sh*t. These girls tend to be hated. They should not be, they should be commended on their talent and other spastic dancers should aspire to be half of that. Now stop hating ladies, and get on this. Thank me later, okay?

Right now I should be writing a paper about public spaces for class tomorrow. Im not, Im here. Blogging, Im irresponsible and Ill be bummed about it tomorrow when Im scrambling to make my dead line. I will turn in a mediocre paper and sulk about it.

R and I had some great convo over the holiday and Im so happy to hear that R has started R's very own blog. Congrats, and welcome to the blogosphere!!! I remember when I first started out, I was super nervous about my posts. Id get really insecure about my writing so Id make fun of myself while inside I wished that anyone with a pulse would read it and maybe enjoy it. There is nothing more rewarding in the world than hearing that someone enjoys any kind of work of mine. Its absolutely indescribable, the feeling. I love my readers. No, really, l appreciate them and value their presence over here.



Today E and I bumped into Katy Perry and Russell Brand. Hot couple. E wasnt starstruck, I was and.. Im never starstruck. Again, I digress.

Love you tons.

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"Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection" Jim Morrison.

PASS IT OVER...

I currently cannot breathe out of my nose. My sense of smell is gone and I'm deeply concerned that it won't be back for a while. This is alarming because I have a very keen sense of smell. Its one of my "things." I am that person who relates smells to past times. Certain smells remind me of certain people. Right now I feel incomplete.

It feels nice to finally feel relaxed after the last couple of weeks. I feel blessed to have some vacation time. I am blessed. We all are.
My sister went thru a tough time after having surgery and is thankfully feeling much better. I was never so shaken up before in my life. Its amazing how the mind just goes into auto pilot when crisis strikes. Suddenly nothing matters aside from family and wellness. It was as if we were all part of a different hemisphere than the rest of the world was a part of. My family is my life. When one of us is in pain, we all are. I'm so glad that she's feeling better. Crying alone feels good sometimes. Crying with your sister is a feeling that is indescribable. No I didn't cry with my ailing sister thankfully I have a bunch of them... Since I'm letting it all hang out- tight long hugs are a must. Is it me or do people not hug as much as they should???
Why is that? I suggest hugging a loved one or someone you care about- I dare you to tell me that it isn't the best feeling in the world.
If you feel differently, lemme know.

Btw, I have this thing I do when I start to read a magazine- I always look at the last page first, then I start reading it from the beginning. How weird am I? I also do it with a book I'm reading.

Did I mention that I'm probably the luckiest person alive right now? I've been working in my idols office. When I say idol, I don't say it lightly. Yes- granted, I tend to be overly dramatic and sometimes I my choice of words are inflated in context (that doesn't make sense, I know, my Professor would lightly scribble "syntax error" on this if it were an essay I turned in- but its not so bite me), but no joke- JD is the bomb in the design world. To be surrounded by talented people, watching and learning the process is beyond exciting!!

I am a shy person. Bet that ones a surprise, right? Its true! If I don't know someone I am very shy and quiet. Once I get to know them, its a different story.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

RINSE AND REPEAT...

Lately I step in dog sh*t a lot more than Id care to admit. Its a real pain in the ass. Why does it smell so damn bad?? AND why on earth is it so smelly? EWWW.com

It seems that I am stumped when it comes to writing essays for my English class. I turned one in last week and it was returned to me the other day. My teacher HATED it. I have to rewrite it. Im not happy about it. The assignment required us students to write a 1.5 page essay on a "beautiful view." I dont know why this was pretty much impossible for me to do. I felt completely removed from the topic. I appreciate aesthetic beauty, all I want to do is create beautiful spaces for people to enjoy, yet I cannot write a paper about this beautiful view in the third person.

Heres what freaks me out-- I love to write. Hence, the reason for this blog. Sometimes my posts are better than others, but all in all, writing is a hobby of mine. So, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Maybe I just dont like to be told what to write about? Ugh, who knows. Here I am, back to the blinking cursor, stumped. My teacher thinks Im a tard which makes me feel dumb and illiterate. I do tend to internalize things, so maybe Its just me who feels like a tard, he was very impressed by the fact that I read Lolita and enjoyed it and that UP IN THE AIR didnt really blow me away. So I guess I have some street cred there...

Does anyone want to be in a book club in the NYC area? Id love to have a discussion about LOVING FRANK but Id be willing to try another book too. Lets read a few books, and then pick each others brains :)

Picking a brain sounds gross, doesnt it?

Who the heck came up with that one?

LETS....

NEWS FLASH- If you are constantly being dismissed, if people tend to be in "a rush" around you quite often and if people dont roll down their car window when they see you, instead they wave-- chances are- you talk too much or youre just plain annoying!!

Dont cry, Im here to help you and make you understand.




You see, there is a certain type of annoying person, I cannot stand to be around. The type of person who just manages to get under your skin regardless of whether theyre standing still or just sharing a thought of theirs.

In THEIR eyes they...

-are always right, when most of the time theyre so far from it.
-are ridiculously interesting, therefore they dont let you get a word in.
-can talk louder than others to drown out other opinions.
-are hilariously funny.
-are the smartest human beings on this planet.

THEY ARE NOT. Dont let them fool you.

When Im around this breed, I just want to scream. I know that I need to be tolerant, but damn its hard! I hate that I have this side to me because I find that Im able to get along with everyone except for this type.

They make hideous jokes and love to talk about documentaries they watch on PBS to wow others. Best part is, when you ask more about this "fascinating" program, they clam up and start to stutter and mumble, aka, busted. Fell free to call these people out on their sh*t!

The inner analyst in me tends to think that as kids they were never given much attention, therefore they tend to overcompensate as adults, becoming outspoken and wordy. The the other part of me thinks that they were an only child and life pretty much revolved around their every move growing up. With that being the case, they constantly think that everyone is just as enthralled with them in the real world.Whatever the situation may be, I dont care. Someone needs to tell them to tighten up before they procreate and make other MONSTERS just like them...




MY ADVICE-

Be cool and make it easy for others to be around you.

NOW--Shake a leg, quit being annoying!!

xoxo

TAKE A SPIN...

UPDATE: My wipers dont work. Just had to put that out there after last post.

Onto more important business.

CHAT ROULETTE. Okay so here it goes. Im reluctant to even write about it on here because I dont want to direct innocent people its way. Its basically a sea of strangers with web cams. You can engage in convo with them or "next" them, ya know like that MTV dating show. First time I tried it, I was surprised to see just how many creepy weirdos were on there, how shall I put this lightly, exposing themselves in the act of.... ya know.. After nexting a few of those, which btw, shocked me every single time, I found some decent people. Ya gotta figure, 6 out of 10 will be choking the chicken. If you can get past that, then youre all good.

The demographic is somewhat like this.

- Creepy naked dudes wanking.
- College dorm kids acting goofy.
- Keg parties, live.
- Rastas getting their herb on.
- Awkward 16 year olds posing like theyre 25.
- Soldiers and marines looking for some down time entertainment.
- Tortured emo guys with shoe polish black hair.
- Drunk friends chilling.
- The curious normal person.
- Silly 16 year old girls in groups of 3 or more.

Oh, and theres on screen that I came upon that had some girl hanging from a rope from her ceiling? Should I have called 911? nah, NEXT! How the heck do I know where she lives, besides Im sure it was just some form of art in her twisted head.

A and I were lucky enough to get some dude to dance for us without our even asking him! He was a damn good dancer too!

I, has a whole fan base complete with love letters and everything..

Ive heard people say that theyve spent hrs on there without even realizing it. The time flew by.

Thats right- Ill say it again, its the end of the world as we know it.


NEXT!!



REMEMBER DUCK HUNT?

N and I met up with her friend T yesterday. We were all chatting and shooting the sh*t. T made a reference to a recent outing that he went on which proved to be a really great time. He said that it was the first time that he remembered having "good clean fun" since he was a kid at a water park. "GOOD CLEAN FUN" makes me think of that game DUCK HUNT on NINTENDO. OMG I loved that game!! With the plastic gun, I shot those birds in the sky down like it was nobody's bizz. It was a game you never got tired of. Wow, how I miss pure simple fun like that. I miss primitive technology.

Im on the hunt, well like, not for a duck or a gun, just for something simple and enjoyable that doesnt require having my blackberry glued to my hand.

LEMME SEE WHAT I CAN DO...

Today, the day before the awaited SNOW STORM, I decided that it might be a good idea to finally fix my windshield wipers for good.

A. It was getting harder and harder to see out of my windshield
and
B. I couldnt possibly dream of being immobile tomorrow.

PS- What is up with everyone going into panic mode before a storm? I feel like they always hype it up and in the end its never really that big of a deal. Ugh, alarmists. Watch those words come back to bite me in the UGGS.

Getting service on the phone was a task in itself, After an hr of the run around I was told to just bring it in and hopefully they could fix it. They had the part in stock and that was all I needed to hear. (As if I had nothing better to do today than drive to 11th Ave and 54th street to wait for a screw to be installed.)

Off I went with my lap top in tow to keep my busy while they quickly replaced the screw.

I get there and the manager shows me a stack of papers saying that all of these cars were ahead of me, with the "You have got to be kidding me" look in his eyes. I ignored his reaction and tried to be as sweet as I possibly could. "Ill see what i can do" "but I wont know until later on." This was now 2PM. "Umm, I have to be home by 5" I said timidly. Unamused, he said that I wasnt giving him much to work with. I tried to just buy the parts and have a mechanic in bk do it. He said that it was a bad idea because he wasnt sure what the problem actually was. I enlightened him by saying that it was just a worn out screw that could no longer be tightened. "Maybe Ill just take it home with me, I really cant be stranded tomorrow." The "are you on crack?" look came next. "You cant drive if you cant see."

"UGHHH" I thought to myself "FINEEEE" I said and left it with him.

Now I was stranded on the West Side with no wheels and zero destination. I needed to remain close by in case a miracle was going to happen.

I had emails to send out, phone calls to make and crap to get done.

Guess what I did??

I walked into a TD bank atm area and wrote my emails. Then I walked to 42nd Street, thats right, lazy me- WALKED. There I was, in tourist central, wandering aimlessly. I really dislike that area. It gives me heavy anxiety.

I wasnt feeling THE WAX MUSEUM because once is more than enough in a lifetime if you ask me. So, It was a toss up, DAVE & BUSTERS OR MOVIES?! As much as ski ball excites me, I opted for the movies, DEAR JOHN 3PM specifically.

I bought my soda and popcorn and found a great seat. I am my very own best friend so going alone was a blast. (PS- if youre not youre own best friend, get on that ASAP, if you dont want to hang with yourself, why would others want to hang out with you?!)

An hour into the movie, my phone rang. "Hey its Guy, youre all good to go."

"Oh wow, thank you! Ill be there within the hour" I said. This man was adorable, he kept my deadline in mind and got it done in time. I couldnt possibly first stroll in after the movie was over. Painful as it was, I got up and left the movie. It was a damn good one and i could tell that I was going to be bawling my eyes out by the end, but today there was no time for that.

PAUSE- the dude in that movie is beyond HOT. A total babe. Google the sh*t out of him now! Because I said so!

So-- I got there and was ready to give Guy a big hug and thank him, but he had zero interest. He was being tortured by a new pain in the a**.

I mouthed "Thank you so much" he nodded and I walked to the cashier.

$242.00 Parts- $69 in parts, $173 in labor. Who cares?! Im good to go.


Next task was to get to the mechanic in BK to replace my brakes. Another torturous event. Done and done. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

I am ready to roll in this blizzard.

(Im sure Ill just end up staying home tomorrow though, so.... Yeah.)

WHY?

.....Am I still having nightmares about last semesters assignment deadlines? My sleep has been taken over by fear of missing deadlines. Now, I know one doesnt have to be a rocket scientist to read a bit into it and say, it seems like you have anxiety. Doesnt everyone? Now leave me alone and let me dream of unicorns or something.

......Am I following PeeWee Herman on TWITTER? All he does is promote himself. I was thinking his tweets would reveal a word of the day or something, nope. As a kid I loved PEEWEES PLAYHOUSE. Every Saturday morning. His movies rules too. I still think of Large Marge and get scared...




......Am I still able to recite the first paragraph of Robert Services "THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE" from 6th grade, yet I struggle to remember my student id number along with my credit card number?? Now granted, this little excerpt makes me appear to be very well versed and educated and all, I still dont get it!

.....Dont we have substantial conversations anymore? Why is it that "shooting the shit" has literally turned to shit. Filler. Nonsense and surface? When was the last time you sat down and had a really nice deep conversation with friends? I had one a few days ago and it felt like human interaction was back for good. Go for it, who cares what people think? Who cares if youre shedding a superficial layer? Just be yourself and I promise you-- you wont be disappointed!

.....Are there only like 2 pink MENTOS in the tropical fruit pack? I dont want to buy a full strawberry pack I just want 2 more, is that asking for too much??

....Is Apple+C copy but Apple+V is paste?

....Do people take advantage of kindness?

....Does my remote control refuse to power off my TV when Im ready to go to sleep? It performs every other action but power.

....Is JOHN MAYER so weird??

MAKING MY WAY BACK...

Im dedicating this post to S. Thanks for reminding me how much I used to blog. I love blogging dammit. So here I am!

I finally finished LOVING FRANK on the plane yesterday. I highly recommend it. Nancy Horan can write and suck you in. I wont lie, there were some parts that took longer than others to get thru, but all in all, its a great love story with a ton of relevant historical references that really blew me away. Go for it. I cried on the plane. People thought that i was off, but gosh, Im a sentimental emotional girl and I couldnt hold the tears back while reading. Bite me!

I havent played my ukulele in a while and that bums me out so I am going to really try to make an effort to get back on top of it.

US CUSTOMS is annoying. Even when Im doing absolutely nothing wrong going thru it scares me. What is with that huge yellow line that you MUST stand behind?? Scary.com

Lifetime original movies are hilarious. The scripts are ridiculous and the actors are so bad! LMN is my guilty pleasure late at night. Sadly THE PREGNANCY PACT didnt TIVo while I was away :(

Whenever I am about to fly on a plane, I go into this panic that Im going to starve to death. Regardless of whether Ive eaten the biggest meal known to man a minute before boarding, Im still worried that I will be starving in minutes. I usually am. What is that?? Plane rides bring out the inner beast in me. I load up on all the crap Id never allow myself to ingest normally. Pringles, Bounty, Pizza, Chunky bars.. you name it, Im on it.

Turns out that I can do a killer SAMMI from Jersey Shore imitation. I just discovered this amazing talent whilst recovering from a wicked cold and a hoarse voice, dont hate, just ask me to demonstrate.

I love anything thermal. No, seriously.

SO heres a list of things that I need asap.

- a new computer
- a new ipod or even an itouch will do.
- a new clutch for at night.
- speed radar in my car.
- actually, a new car might be better, but Id settle for the cable for my ipod to play in it.
- love letters, or blog comments.
- anonymous mix cd's.
- keratin hair treatment.
- scented candles.
xo.

NO SUBJECT

I sit here typing with the sorest throat known to man. Sore throats blow. When my throat hurts I click the back of it to scratch it. It doesnt really help honestly and it sounds weird.

Ever since I linked the picture of J-Wow on my blog, the visitors have been pouring in. Exciting as it is, sadly its not because they flock to my reading. BUMMER. They just want to see a picture of her. Thanks?

I just found out that my English teacher is supposedly a hottie. Nice!

Had to cough up 900 big ones to TEK SERVE for data retrieval today. I wanted to cry. Then I remembered that you cant really put a price tag on memories and felt justified. Then I felt sh*tty again. RIP hard drive.

I got a lot accomplished today so that was cool.

Man, my throat really hurts.

A told me last night that contrary to what she tried to convince herself all these years, she finally admits that she is not cool. I wanted to agree with her to make her feel better and say neither am I, but I dunno, all I said was- "Hmm, I think Im cool, but being uncool is kinda cool, no?, the irony of it and all?" She disagreed with that concept but told me that I was, indeed, cool. Glad we settled that one.
What the hell does being cool mean anyway?!

I love my sisters to death. Im so lucky to have them.

Oh by the way... Theres a mountain in Alabama called METH MOUNTAIN. WHY?? Meth is constantly being produced/homemade over there in these abandoned homes and is then sold to users around town. No, really, its true. Google it. DO NOT DO DRUGS. DRUGS kill people and destroy families and lives. If you know someone who needs help, please get them some asap. Watch the in depth INTERVENTION episode on Meth Mountain.

Pina Colada Orbit gum has been a like of mine lately. It smells strong too. Its yummy at first but then gets gross after a while- but isnt that the way everything is in life anyway?

N, Mish, Ey and I had the funniest night ever the other night. Maybe ill blog about it one day.

How was this little post of randomness?

Ill be gone for a bit but will try to pop in and say hello. If I have a profound thought, you know me... Ill blurt it right out for you. While Im gone tho, get yourself into sudoku please?? We can talk about it together!

I will be reading THE FOUNTAINHEAD by Ayn Rand while im gone. Why dont you read it with me and we can have a book club discussion in a couple of weeks.

Love you.

SAY WHAT I MEAN, BUT I DONT MEAN WHAT I SAY...

Well, its been a week now since my mac ibook crashed on me leaving me completely distraught. When one has over 6,000 photos and just about 7,000 songs this would be an appropriate way to feel. Go ahead now, all at one... You didnt back it up??? The answer is yes, I tried to many times but of course the ext HD that I bought was sketchy so everytime I was mid back up towards the last part an error message would pop up. N was kind enough to offer his help with data retrieval, so my baby has been in his care since Monday. He says I should have it back by today. Gd bless you N. He says that maybe he can salvage the pics. Who knows anymore. Im so sad. Im one of those people who use thei stickie notes too, so consider those recipes, notes and links gone forever into the abyss. Oh man, I need to stop right now, Im getting upset just thinking about it.

The good news is, last week made me more aware of just how much time I spend on the web and being away from it wasnt THAT bad. I caught up on a lot of tv and did a lot of reading. I was also way more active. The hardest part was at night before bed, because sitting on my computer in bed is my way to unwind. Once you have a lap top its so hard to sit by a desk and work the web on a PC.

Okay enough of that. Last week was a busy one. School starts again now so I tried to get it all in, meeting up with friends and stuff. J was visiting from out of town so that was a nice surprise. I really enjoyed the time off and Im kinda sad to get sucked back into school life.

Ive been doing a lot of thinking lately and I came to the conclusion, that I am the type of person who needs time to digest things, no not food, you idiot, thoughts!Hahaha. Im just kidding, dont get all emo, of course I dont think youre an idiot. No but seriously, I find that i need to sit with things before I can really comment on them and really absorb them. Which brings me back to the pause button. Remember that show growing up where... Oh yeah, OUT OF THIS WORLD.. Thats it!! Shed put her two fingers together and freeze the world while she regrouped. That was so genius. Why isnt that an option?? Seriously. Send this post to your tech friends and lets get this going!

PS I LOVE YOU is the worst movie, dont bother with it.

SOMETIMES...

SOMETIMES... I can talk myself out of a bad dream mid-dream by telling myself not to worry because its "only a dream"
(I know!!! Crazy, right?)

SOMETIMES... I count recite multiplication tables in my head like I did when I was in school just to stay on top of my game.

SOMETIMES... I think about buying a mini dust buster for my car because I believe that I am the only one capable of cleaning it the right way. Hello, remember my pinkberry spill debacle?? Theres still granola lodged in the crevices of the seat side.

SOMETIMES... Well, Im lying, most of the time I still play that dont step on the lines on the sidewalk while Im walking...

SOMETIMES.. I paint myself out to be a complete OCD lunatic when really, Im not so much. Just look inside my bag its a mess!

SOMETIMES... I think a pinky swear is the only legitimate way to seal a promise and trust it.

SOMETIMES... I wonder what Id look like without freckles. Id probably just look albino so never mind.

SOMETIMES... I get these AHA! moments and I wonder what took me so long for it to click?!

SOMETIMES... My right thumb shakes when I type and Im convinced that I have the early onset of Parkinsons and google the sh*t out of it, then I get bored and check my twitter.

SOMETIMES... I wish I was more creative.

SOMETIMES... I find it really hard to commit to stupid things.

SOMETIMES... I listen to traffic on the 1's.

GRATUITOUSLY YOURS...

There is nothing I love and appreciate more than waking up to see that someone has left a comment on my blog. Its so exciting! Im so glad that people read it and enjoy it (I hope). Please dont stop! I just wish youd let me know who you guys are. Who cares if I dont know you, I dont find it creepy I find it extremely awesome. Someone left me a comment that was so sweet and I really appreciated it, so anonymous, thank you for your kind words!!! You made my day :)

You know those people that smell like food whenever they leave their house? My mom calls it house-a-tosis. I hate that! I dont want to smell your gnarly peppers stewing when you get in my car. EWWW. When you leave your house you should only smell like soap, delicious perfume/cologne or at the very least fabric softener. If you MUST smell like food let it be freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, okay?! GREAT, glad we cleared that one up, its been on my mind for some time.

I am a smell person. Certain smells either rope me in or have me running for dear life.

Which leads me into my next list titled-

THE SMELLS I CANNOT STAND and WHY

- DIRTY HAIR- Need I really explain this one?! Yes sometimes a guy smells good even when he smells gross, and sometimes dirty hair on a super cute guy can be overlooked once or twice (enter the term musk), but as for the ladies, there is just no excuse!!

-ONIONS COOKING- Good luck getting rid of that stench. Comparable to BO.

- MOTHBALLS- Because you can clear a room with that smell. Id rather you walk around with holes in your clothes than have you in my car or within 10 ft of me! I know that its a given when you get older, you load your closet with them, but let it be known, I WILL NEVER CAVE IN and neither should you guys, unless you like to be alone. My sister in law refers to this smell as the birthmark one. How can you not love her just for that?!

-COOL WATER COLOGNE- Because every sleaze ball dude in high school wore that! Lets not go back there, k?

-B.O.- Theres just no excuse, Im sorry. Have you seen the deodorant isle in the supermarket/pharmacy?!! Common, its bigger than the bottled drinks section... Dont give me that its unhealthy lecture either, TOMS OF MAINE makes the "green" kind. Careful not to go overboard though with the vanilla sweet scent, because strong smelling deodorants are a total turn off too, its a tricky one.

-CAR DEODORIZERS- Those tree thingys are vomit inducing.


Im starting to make myself sick, I need to stop.


Im not a tight wad, I promise, no really, Im not. Ill still be your friend and all Im just trying to help!

x to the o's

NO, REALLY, IT IS!!

IT'S THE END OF WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.

Think about it...

Crime is up
Healthcare is a huge crisis
Heath Ledger is dead
and
Susan Sarandon & Tim Robbins are splitting.


Yep.
We're cooked.

IM LIKE, SO WHAT?

Food obsessions are gross. Food is gross. If you eat food and get pleasure from it youre gross, unless youre me.
Those rules do not apply to me. I am battling an obsession with OATMEAL and brown sugar.

STARBUCKS is the culprit.



Thank you very much. They can keep the nuts , raisins and other crap they love to put in there, Ill be a big girl and eat it plain as long as I have brown sugar. Not to be confused with white, sugar in the raw, splenda, equal and all that other rat poison. Soft packed brown sugar. K thanks! I suggest you get on this ASAP. Dont say I never give you anything, because I just did!

Why? Because I love you. Weve got a bond going on over here, I value you because you read this and by default you are my best friend.

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN has also taken over my life. Before I start an online brawl, Id like to put out a disclaimer, these opinions are my own. I am not gd nor am I your higher power, Im just an opinionated girl. His song writing ability blows me away like very few others. CONOR OBERST, BOB DYLAN and ELLIOTT SMITH get this same rise out of me. There are a few others but those were the 3 that came to me off the top of my head. J is like the BRUCE go to. He made me the most insane mix. I am loving it! But as you all know, I tend to pick songs to play the sh*t out of until I detest them and need to retire em for a good month or two. So-- moving along-- those songs right now are THE PROMISE and THE RIVER. Now, I dare you to listen and not feel his raw emotion. Wrap yourself around his words and feel them. No really, go for it! Let me know.

I constantly find myself asking myself, because, hey, im my very own best friend, IS THIS REAL? Now, I understand that this is a very vague statement to make and to share but tough, its my blog so its my rules. Like when I wake up and its snowing for the third day in a row, I ask. IS THIS REAL? Like when my car reads the outside temp as 10 degrees, I ask, IS THIS REAL?? When something is unfolding right in front of me and Im in total shock, I internally ask- WAIT, IS THIS REAL? When I watch JERSEY SHORE and see JWOWs outfits I wonder if its real- and-



GUESS WHAT?? ITS ALL REAL!

Dont let anyone convince you otherwise.

Here are those songs, look how easy I make life for you!!

(I hate posting vids like this because it makes the artists look like theyre dead and these are their tribute videos, but til I learn how to stream music again, this will have to do. I MISS YOU IMEEM ** sad** )

x and o








It even has the lyrics! You can sing along!