The best I ever had.

So in comes the end of the summer. The most exciting/nerve racking/adventurous summer of my entire life and I absolutely cannot wait to see what's next.

My best friend since middle school, Rhonda, told me before she left to live in France for a year told me "I can't believe YOU have a job in New York Fucking City, you're SO passive." And she's right, I am passive, and really good things always fall into my lap. Spoiled? probably, but it's not my fault. I like my win-win attitude, it's the end of the world if something doesn't go your way, in fact I think it's one of my best qualities.

I'm excited for the fall in a new place. I need to find an apple orchard, and good pumpkins to carve. Plan my holiday festivities and travel time. I WILL be getting a real Christmas tree this year and Im so excited!

I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.

I can't stop listening to Tears For Fears "Mad World."

Jersey is bunk

Last night after an outing into the city, and a couple of beers with 8 friends. Kyle (the guy who lives in my attic...seriously) and I decided it's time to head home. We get to the train, and it leaves at 12:58 or something like that. Not abnormal by any means. Then we arrive at the junction where we need to get off. OUR TRAIN DOORS DIDNT OPEN, and then next thing we know the train is moving again, and we are heading for Newark, New Jersey. Us and four other guys were unable to get off the train, and had to pay an arm and leg for a cab ride BACK to Secaucus, because there weren't any more trains running that way until the next morning. WTF New Jersey, you are the worst!

magic carpet ride.

Lately, I have been seeing these gems floating around the city. (No pun intended) I don't understand why. They must trap hot air in and they are ugly. The only good thing about them is that people can't see your thighs rub together, but why not jut wear a skirt?

TURKEY.

If you have never seen the show 30 Rock...well, you should. The main character, Liz Lemon, is pretty much me when it comes to boys. For instance in Kalamazoo I was notorious for giving "The Turkey" to boys that I just met.

*the turkey: a rendition of the high-five, where one's hand is fist shaped,
thumb facing out, and the other person goes in flat handed, fingers spread so that upon hand connection it looks
like a turkey.

So as if a high-five isn't dorky enough, here I am giving the effing turkey. I have a point to this...


Today I went and opened a Bank of America account, finally after living out here for 3 months. The guy who took care of me was younger, I'd say my age. We talked about baseball (see post below), how to say his last name, his love for soccer, how he was born in Italy, what I was doing out here, how I like Jersey, etc. Then after all is said and done, he says "here is my business card, call me if you need anything." I might be reading too much into this since, after all, I just set up my account with him, but I can't tell if he actually wants me to call him. He showed he me how to deposit my checks at the atm, and upon parting ways we shook hands and held eye contact for a longer than a second.

Now normally I would say that he was just doing his job, but during our conversation I found out that he doesn't actually work upstairs where he happened to be today, he works downstairs...so why would I have to call him if I needed anything? I am SUCH a girl right now AND I am so oblivious to hints. Im keeping his card, maybe someday i will need something.

have you seen my baseball?

On monday I went to my first Yankees game. New yorkers are excited when I tell them that, and then I ramble on about how I only went because they were playing the Detroit Tigers. Enter the angry glares. I can't help it, I wouldn't ask them to change their team if they happened to move out of the state and Lord knows they wouldn't. It was a sweet sweet victory for the good guys. Then they lost Tuesday and Wednesday, I have faith they can pull their shit together today, and atleast tie the four game series.

Chelsea's last weekend is this one. I'll only be able to hang out Friday night as I am heading to Baltimore to hang out with my sister, brother-in-law, and coolest two year old in the world. We're going to an Orioles game (we all know they need as many fans as they can get). I see foam fingers and mustard on my white-tee and lots of playtime with the little guy.

Also, I WAS offered a permanent position at my studio. Hellllo salary and benefits. I never thought dental insurance would get me excited, who knew growing up would be so...fun.

Weekend goodness

kindness matters

I was on my way into the city recently, standing in the vestibule of the train, when this girl (probably 19 or 20) comes and stands in the same area. She was carrying a few bags and a suitcase. Shortly after she came to the spot she was standing in, a man, early 30's came and stood by her. He was talking to her, asking questions, so I assumed they knew each other. He asked her about the boroughs of NYC to which she didn't have any answers for him. He asked about her apartment, and she told him it was a one bedroom, but her boyfriend had room to store some of his things. This, and when she shot me a look of "what the fuck," is what made me realize she didn't know him. She kept mentioning this boyfriend of hers in their brief exchanges. As the train came into Penn Station the man asked if she needed any help with her bags. This guy did not get it. She politely said no, and we all left the train. I don't know what happened after that as we all parted ways, but kudos to this girl as she was very patient and kind to this gentleman that didn't have a clue. I like people like this, there should be more people like her. Tolerance is nice, and kindness matters.

Big Eyed Fish

Throughout my internship I have been dreading the day that I have to bring up whether or not I will get hired, or if it will be extended, or if I am done for good. I had been trying to think of ways to tactfully bring up the subject with my boss (who sits across from me), but could never bring myself to actually say the words a loud. Then yesterday he sent me an e-mail asking if I wanted to get coffee on Friday, and I know it's to discuss this. He also included in the e-mail "you've done great here, keep up the good work." Now I could (and have been) taking this two ways.

1. He is giving me a clue about them wanting to possibly give me a job.

2. He is giving me encouragement to not lose steam, and say that they appreciate me, but they can't keep me, and want to be nice about it.

I am SUCH a girl. I'm terrified that this could be it, and then I have to figure out a plan in the meantime until I finish my other classes or find a fall internship ASAP.

Wish me luck tomorrow, and cross your fingers that they put me on salary.

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).

Shel Silverstein