Wednesday, August 24, 2011

What the earthquake taught me

(If you recognize this picture, I love you because you've watched Charmed)

It's very rare (though not impossible) for New Yorkers to experience an earthquake, or even an aftershock from an earthquake. It is, however, not unlike us to make the biggest deal out of any unusual situation that we might face. Dramatic and New York kind of go hand in hand like Idaho and potatoes (ever met someone from Idaho? They hate when you say that) and Florida and really, really old people retiring there and slowing up traffic.

But I'll digress.

When the earthquake earth hiccup occurred I was sitting on my boyfriend's futon and thought that someone was doing construction nearby until I looked over and saw the bed and everything on it was shaking too.

My first thought was that I was overreacting until it continued for another minute or two, and then I needed to consult a trusted source about what was happening: Twitter.

Lo and behold, after a little lagging and Twitter being "over capacity", the New Yorkers on my timeline were in a frenzy, tweeting pictures of how their picture frames had tilted an inch off the wall. And I thought I was dramatic.

Here are some things the weak aftershock that us New Yorkers are calling an earthquake taught me:

1.) In this world there does exist someone more dramatic than I am and her name is La Madre, who felt it was crucial to call me repeatedly until I answered after the "quake". Her floor apparently rocked more because she's so high up and she thought they might be having some sort of pre-September 11th thing going on. Why someone would target a small opthalmology company in Long Island is beyond me.

2.) I may need some new friends. I sent a text to one asking if we just had an earthquake and he told me that it was probably just alcohol withdrawal. Is it wrong that for a second, I thought he made a valid assumption?

3.) That maternal instinctive survival gene I thought I was missing is actually there. I called J at work (First person! Yay for being a good gf!). Not sure that I would have been able to do anything over the phone to help him, but it's the thought that counts.

4.) I am SO GLAD I was not on a Subway. I don't think there was any record of problems on NYC subs but I. Don't. Care. That is the last place I want to be when there's any kind of earth movement. This isn't a lesson, more of a me-just-being-happy thing.

Sidenote, and totally off-topic: I need your honest opinion on if I'm too old to purchase this microwave from Target. . .

Hello Kitty Microwave - Pink (7 CuFt)
I love it though.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

J gets Boyfriend of the Week.

So, I'm still alive.

This picture was added because my boobs look incredible. Although my hair does not


I feel like it's been ages since I've updated, so I apologize for that. Things have been reaaally hectic for a bunch of reasons I've probably already mentioned in here. I'm trying to figure out if you can donate organs for money beforehand, because that's how I'm living right now. But alas, this too shall pass.

I think this week has been a stressful week for a lot of people, judging from some of you guys' (spelling?) blogs that I've been ghost stalking.

Shoutout to the things this week that have successfully turned my frown upside down:

• An ever-patient boyfriend that can deal with my sporadic emotionally outburst. J get's the Boyfriend Of The Week award again. He's currently the only candidate and competitor, but that's besides the point.

• A lot of people around me have been getting good news so I'm hoping that some of that karmic goodness rubs off on me if I keep hanging around them. I'm ready to bathe in some good news.

• According to some girl who came into my (temporary) job with serious wrist issues, Red Mango has rainbow sprinkles. If you don't already know, I love all things colorful and particularly love sprinkles. 'Nuff said.

• Yet another small thing that made my day. . .

IT'S BACK IN STOCK! & I own it.

And I'm making a big deal about it because I need to hold tightly to the small flecks of happiness that I have in my life. Phew.

I'll be moving over officially to Astoria this Saturday.

Monday, August 15, 2011

I answered anything :]

You guys exercised such nettiquette when I gave you the opportunity to ask me anything. It's cute.

What is your most embarrassing experience?

I feel like my life is just one big awkward moment so to pinpoint one monumental embarrassing experience is kinda hard. But since I have to I'm gunna have to go with my most tragic life occurrence (in my opinion). During one of those insignificant elementary school years there was a talent show, like there always is, and some friend of mine who sucks convinced me and another naive friend that we could pull off a routine to Mariah Carey's "Heartbreaker". Needless to say, I had never heard the song before our first "rehearsal" (if you call nail painting, watching Nickelodeon, and inhaling Lunchables rehearsing.) We practiced that easy dance once or twice, got matching shirts with burning hearts on them and when it came time to preform just as we had uniformly danced in the past, we uniformly froze. Just like in the movies, we heard boos but I insisted that I was "not goin' out like that". I decided to improvise some moves before being escorted off the stage by the principal.

Tell me the first story that comes to your head when you hear the word "pomegranate".

(I apologize in advance for this being weak) I honestly don't hear that word too often but the first thing I thought of was how delicious this drink at Auntie Anne's is called Pomegranate Lemonade. My friend told me to try it once and I thought it would be disgusting - pomegranate isn't the prettiest-sounding word - but I loved it! I wish it wasn't close to $5 for a small though.

What's your favorite thing to do on a day when I have absolutely nothing to do?

Eat. I eat when I get bored and food makes me incredibly happy. Other than that, if I have nothing to do I like to dance around in front of my mirror to reggae music, force feed romantic comedies to my boyfriend, or make Macbook vids. That I will never show the public. Ever.

What's your favorite alcoholic beverage?

I just started drinking like last year, so cut me some slack (No, seriously. I waited till I was legal). I think my favorite drink is. . .any flavored Bacardi? Ahhh, I dunno. Boo me. Lol.

What's your scariest movie to watch?

As much as I love scaring myself, I always get a little nervous whenever there's a Chucky movie on. I just don't like dolls being alive or small children being possessed. And then there's that scene in that one Chucky movie when he tricks this garbage truck driver into getting in the back of the trunk and. . .

Who would you want to be and why?

I don't think there's anyone I'd want to be besides myself. Honest to God. Could I be me, only insanely rich?

What are the top 5 things on your life list?

• Become fluent in another language, even if I have to teach myself
• Volunteer overseas
• Have and raise at least 2 children. After getting married
• Write a book
• Own my own home

How long have you and your boyfriend been together?
J (short for Jared) and I have been together since May of 2010. . .so like a year and 3 months? Yep. I'll do a post about him soon! Promise. Lol.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

TEHYF Tuesdays: Why I'd make an awesome Dance Mom

There are a lot of shows I've recently thought I'd make a great cast addition to (like a vampire on True Blood or a contestant on Big Brother or my dream of being a judge on So You Think You Can Dance), but now I think I've found a new love.

When you can get pass the reality of me not actually being a mom (let's not focus on the negative), I think I've come up with some really solid reasons for why I think I'd make a great Dance Mom. For example:

• I want me some bedazzled black yoga pants.

• Although J and I have not had a child, I'm almost positive that this kid will come out beautiful. And not because I think him and I have amazing genes that could only result in a beyond gorgeous baby. I think they'll be beautiful because even if they aren't, I'm not above using plastic surgery to help further advance their career.

• I consider myself to be viciously competitive - especially if it's something I think I have a good chance at winning. And hey, if I can't win it, I'm sure my daughter can. Living vicariously through your children, anyone?

• Kids are people too, but Dance Kids are like little dolls that you can make-up and then teach routine's that are far too mature for their age group. And it's okay. Sort of. People encourage it is my point.
• I harbor enough estrogen and emotions to fuel about five other normal women and transform them into Dance Moms.

As I think of more reasons for why I should look into this, I'll update it. In the meantime, keep sending me questions so I have something to look forward to ;]

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Ask Me Anything & Much thanks and love!

Some of you have upwards of 500 followers but listen, when you originally weren't expecting anyone to be interested in your blog thoughts besides your boyfriend, 100 means something. Something big.

I just want to dedicate this update to allllllll you fabulous people who have read (I mean really read, not skimmed. Lazy asses :P) my blog since I started giving it the attention it deserved back in June. I've had over 10,000 hits (I knowwwww, I suck for not mentioning that before) and a ton of comments that I truly appreciate. I know how great of a feeling it is to see comments that show someone really took something away from your blog and well . . thanks :]

I think every writer's fear is that they're thought of as frauds who are incapable of properly expressing their creativity - or in other words, are bad writers - but this blog is my outlet to write what I please and I love that you guys love it too.

I'd also like to say thanks to Woody and Shane for this pretty bad-ass looking "Blog on Fire" award. .
. . .and tag 10 others in it as well!

Now normally I'm supposed to post 7 facts about me, but eh. . .I did like 14 here. So INSTEAD, I'm gunna allow you all to Ask Me Anything.

Leave your questions as comments and I'll be happy to answer them :]

Monday, August 1, 2011

Pic Tales: My Bday weekend in a nutshell

The day of my actual birthday I got flowers, red velvet cupcakes and a huge cupcake balloon bought to my job. Then that weekend I went to the beach (hence the "tan") and out to the club with another bday twin of mine.

Clay (the blonde) shares my bday!

. . and so did Hannah!
All in all, it was a good birthday weekend - although my bf is absent from most (okay, all) of these pics because he's been working his little tail off. Not gunna lie, I miss him. But G's don't cry.

There's a lot I wanna touch on in more detail such as me getting an award from Shane and me getting my 100 followers (woot!) but for now I'm just gunna blog stalk you guys for a lil bit and continue to get ready for my move. And by "get ready", I mean "mentally prepare myself" because I haven't packed a thing and won't be moving until mid-August. Just to clarify - me and my roommate are moving to Astoria, Queens. I know that's not the "city-city", but it's the city enough for me since I'm a Long Island girl lol. You'll hear all about it soon enough.

Minor Updates:
• I really, REALLY gotta slow down with watching True Blood. It's getting a little ridiculous. I'm at the point where I'm having dreams intertwining real-life and the characters of that damn show.
• Someone needs to hire me, for real, for real.
• My little sister looks a lot like me. Yikes!
Her. See?!

• It's AUGUST!!!!!!!!!! WTF?