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?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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
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
Monday, February 15, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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.)
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.)
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