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. . .

I love it though.

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

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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.

*sigh*

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.

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• 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.

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.