oh shit.

So, I just failed to log into my blog THREE times. Fuck. That my friends is how you know you are seriously slacking on a project that involves passwords. The only good thing is that my username is my e-mail, and since I've started using my real e-mail for things starting in the past 5 years it helps that I knew it. I always used a fake email, or one that I sent spam too so my inbox wouldn't get cluttered, and also some sort of Big Brother fright had been instilled in me at some point. But Im better now...i think. Anyway, here I am. I made it inside the locked doors of blogger.

A concern of mine about the blog is that since I have so few posts since the April song thing, that I shamefully didn't finished, it looks kind of like Im in high school again posting my favorite songs for the world to hear and I dont think it makes me look very serious. THIS IS MY SERIOUS FACE, DAMNIT. So, to take them down, or not to take them down...that's the question. I'll sleep on it and get back to you in another month.

Just kidding......hopefully.

SUMMER

Ok, it's August now. I knew this because, well I looked at a calendar, but also because status' keep popping up in my newsfeed that say things like:

"Im so sad summers almost over"

"It's August, cold weather will be here soon"

WHAT?! Ok, for kids/teacher who go back to school, yes summer is nearing the end, but to say that summer's literally almost over is bonkers. First of all, according to the calendar it's not over until the end of September. AND it stays warm until at least a week past labor day weekend ATLEAST. So to say that summer is almost over now, is like saying winter ends in February, which we all know is a bunch of bullshit.

So perk up people. DANCE! IT'S SUMMERTIME! ...(STILL)

Oh, here I am.

Sorry about the insanely long ass hiatus. I got all caught up in moving, settling, exploring, etc. Hopefully I can recharge and get back into the swing of things.

Just so you know ladies, chivalry still exists. It was pouring this entire week and while stepping off the subway, and approaching the steps to go outside, umbrella in hand, there was a girl at the bottom of the stairs waiting to see if the rain would let up. As she's standing there a guy comes down the stairs and hands her his umbrella and keeps walking. It was so AWESOME. I bet that guy has some amazing karma, the hand off seemed so easy for him. I've decided that I need to do more things like that.

nineteen.

My brother used to order CDs by mail and since I wanted to be just like him, I would either steal them or go out and buy the exact same ones. Thats how I was introduced to The Steve Miller Band Greatest Hits album. Plus I was strangely drawn to the horse on the cover that looked like it was on fire and had diamonds for eyes. I could probably sing every song from this albumby heart before I was 10.

A song from my favorite album: Steve Miller Band -- "Dance Dance Dance"

eighteen.

Im not really into female singers for some reason, but as of late Ive been listening to a lot of alternative/electronic female artists and I CANT STOP.

A Song I wish I heard on the Radio: Metric -- "Help Im Alive"

seventeen.

I don't know why they just didn't stop after the orange hats, but they didn't and apparently radio personality LOVES this song. Personally it makes me want to vomit everytime I hear it... PLUS they're old as fuck.

A song that I hear often on the radio: Divo -- "What We Do"

sixteen.

I used to listen to this song OVER AND OVER AND OVER so now i can't stand it. Boooo to me, but c'est la vie i suppose.

A song I used to love, and now I hate: The Verve -- "Bittersweet Symphony"

fifteen.

Almost a year ago (HOLY SMOKES) I took a trip to NYC with my Graphic Design class to learn how studios work, and how to show my portfolio. The morning (6am) at the airport one of my classmates comes up to me and says "are you excited about your interview?" to which I responded "excuse me?...interview?" then continues to tell me that our art director sent out an email the night before to four of us that we were interviewing for a paid internship. I had ZERO intention of moving to NYC plus I still had 6 credits to take before I graduated. Needless to say that same day I nailed my interview, got the internship and moved 700 miles away from home to start a new life 3 weeks later. Currently Im living in New Jersey, but in just a few weeks my roomie and I are moving into an apartment in Manhattan, which is insane/ surreal to me. So pretty much, Im rolling with the punches which is why I picked this song.

A song that describes me: Eric Hutchinson -- "Rock & Roll"

fourteen.

Im so crazy for this song it's not even funny. It's hard to judge if someone would expect me to like this or not, but I do. I assume there might be a bit of a surprised/questioning from my close friends, but that's nothing new. I hope you fall in love like i did, awkward singer and all.

A Song People Wouldn't Expect you to like: Antony and the Johnsons "Hope There's Someone"

thirteen.

I'm not going to lie, I was half tempted to put "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas as my song for this category, but I realized that I listen to this song that i picked all the time, and it's really fun to sing. This is definitely my guilty pleasure along side singing into my hair brush/ dancing around in my underwear in my apartment (when the roomie is gone, of course.)

My Guilty Pleasure: "Sweet Dreams" by Beyonce




AND I just realized she says "MY GUILTY PLEASURE I AINT GOIN NOWHERE"... It must be fate, just sayin.

twelve.

I don't hate any bands/artists. I may not enjoy their music, but it doesn't mean I can't respect them.

So for today's "A song from a band you hate" enjoy some bunnies instead!

eleven.

I love 90's music. Enter Barenaked Ladies, Blessed Union of Souls, Vertical Horizon, Blues Traveller, etc. But one 90's band really got me, Savage Garden. They were my first concert I went to where my parents weren't standing next to me. I had the concert on VHS, books, all of the albums. I shared this love with my cousin Andrea which was extra great. I was heart broken when 1.) They broke up and 2.) the lead singer whom I was crushing on turned out to be gay however a bond so strong cannot be broken. I still love Savage Garden and Darren Hayes' (lead singer) solo career.

A song from my favorite band: Darren Hayes -- "Insatiable"

PS he has better hair now, this is an old video.

ten.

I'm not a huge fan of falling asleep to music because usually I end up staying awake and listening to it, but I do love a relaxing moment with some good tunes.

I love love LOOOOVE Imogen Heap which means Im also obsessed with her side project Frou Frou, which I fell in love with AGAIN when they had a song on the Garden State soundtrack. This song wasn't on that album, but it's gorgeous, and the sound behind her voices is also gorgeous.

A-song-I-could-fall-asleep-to-but-not-really: Frou Frou -- "The Dumbing Down of Love"

nine.

This is my favorite song to listen at the end of a work day. It never fails to put a little pep in my step. Don't let the beginning fool you, it's so good!

A song that makes me want to dance: The Gabe Dixon Band "Find My Way"

eight.

I love Eminem, I think he's a great artist, and evolving with each album he puts out, so Im not ashamed when I say I know a lot of his lyrics by heart. Plus, you know, I gotta stay true to my Michigan roots, right? Plus I like to walk around and say to people "Where's my snare? I need my snare."

With that, here is one of many songs I know all of the words to: Eminem -- "Cleanin' Out My Closet"

seven.

A song that reminds me of an event

49 years of marriage is a huge accomplishment, and there's no better way to spend it than with your family, no? Ok, so this anniversary wasn't in MY family per se, but I've spent a lot of time with them. IM TALKIN THE HUXTABLES PEOPLE.

When they celebrated the marriage of Cliff's parents in the BEST way possible I fell in love with Ray Charles.

Night time is the right time -- Ray Charles






AND the Huxtables version:

six.

I'm embarrassed that I know this song and Im embarrassed that I used to know all of the words and sing them openly. I was a little bit nerdy in highschool, maybe a little weird. But this one takes me back to lunch time in the cafeteria with my friends being ridiculous without a care in the world, and quite simply not giving a shit what anyone thought about us.

I Am Cow -- By the Arrogant Worms. Lyrical genius' perhaps?

five.

A song that reminds me of someone.

I kept trying to do this one backwards. I would think of someone and then try and associate a song with them. Then I finally told myself to stop and think of a time that I heard a song an immediately thought of a person.

My person is one of my closest friends, Rochelle, and her song is Sway by Bic Runga. I remember when she bought the CD that had this song on it, she had heard it at Red Lobster where she worked at the time, although it's also on the American Pie soundtrack also, and played it ALL the time. Thank goodness it's a really great song. AND when I need a Rochelle fix, I just hit play.

four

Today's song is brought to you by days where you just want to stay in bed and mope around in a robe.

I had a friend die of cancer months after I had graduated high school. In fact he was my first boyfriend (in kindergarten) and I had known him since preschool, therefore I also knew his siblings. Every time there is a birthday or some sort of important event she (his sister) tends to reference this song, so now I just associate this with him and in return get a little sad.

So here it is. Jimmy Eat World -- Hear You Me.

three

Day Three: A song that makes you happy.

It's so easy for a song to make me happy. This song is one of my favorites to belt out in the shower, therefore there is so much happy to be had. Also it's one of my favorite covers, the second being The Fray's cover of that Kanye West song "Heartless."

two.

My Least Favorite Song.

I don't like it when a big artist tries to come up with an anthem for a tragic event. I think it's a waste of time, and shallow. It's even worse if the song is terrible.

Kitschy & annoying, my least favorite song? DRUM ROLL PLEASE... Bon Jovi's "Who Says You Can't Go Home"

I cringed when I embedded the video, just so you know.

one.

April song challenge starts today, and I see it popping up on the ole FB too, hopefully you still respect me after this.

Day 1: My favorite.

It was hard to choose my ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG EVER, so I just picked my current favorite song that I can't stop listening to.

Iron & Wine -- Carousel

5th grade blues

At my apartment complex they offer a shuttle service to and from the junction where I catch the train to head into the city. There are two stops where they pick me up, mine happens to be the first stop. When I get on in the morning there are usually about 3 others that board the shuttle with me and then we head to the next one. At this stop there about 10 or more people that board. Here's the whiney part of my post: NOBODY WILL SIT WITH ME. What the ef. I must look like a major beyotch in the AM because everyday all of the seats are filled except the one next to me. Takes me back to the schoolyard days when there's was always the last person to be picked for kickball. SOMEONE PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME, Im just a nice girl who wants to be your friend.

please?

I like me.

So in April, Im joining my sister and a few other bloggers (see blog roll on the side) for the April 30-day song challenge. I decided to do this because 1.) i like to talk about myself, as Im sure you're well aware, and 2.) I have great taste in music (and im really modest...) Plus this could be a good opportunity to actually blog everyday, assuming i remember to do so. Don't worry your pretty little faces off though, Im sure I'll find something to complain about inbetween songs. So there you have it. See you on the flip side.

MAKE OVER.

Testing out some new designs, don't mind the construction!

shape up or ship out

So I'm back from my weekend trip to Chicago, things went well, however not completely according to plan, but that will happen. I will say that it is possible for New Yorkers to make me angry even in another state. Yap, it's true.

Boarding a plane en route to the big apple takes FOREVER. This was true when I flew back from Christmas, a wedding in July, and now my mini vacation. The reason is that nobody wants to check their luggage, however refusing to abide by checked luggage regulations. ie their bags are fucking huge. Then the stewards ask these people to check it at the gate and there goes the temper, the rolling of the eyes, because they don't want to have to wait to pick it up. Well NEWS FLASH, we're going to be late anyway because YOU decided to pack your entire house and expected to board a plane with it where everyone else did the same exact thing (except me of course, because I'm perfect. Just kidding, but I did think ahead and could fit mine under my seat. I win). This is where a jet pack would come in handy.

Also, on this mornings commute I saw the inner man-thigh of a homeless person and the black regular coffee I ordered is loaded with sugar and milk.

It's so good to be back!

I'd consider myself a pretty patient person. Read: probably so because i hate confrontation so it's just easier to wait things out. Anyway, when it comes to checking out in the grocery store I'm not going to be that person who walks up and down the aisle to find the shortest line because I know eventually I will find my way to my car and drive happily home.

Last night Laura and I went grocery shopping for a few essentials to get us through the week since Im leaving for Chicago on Friday. When it came to check out time we got in a lane behind lady with two kids and a full cart of groceries. Then we realized there was another cart on the other side of the check out (also theirs) that had already been bagged. No big deal, atleast we didn't get behind her when she had first arrived. So since she's nearing the end of her order, I put my things on the belt and they make their way to the front. Aside from her kid in the cart who was trying to swipe my goods, and a waiting a little bit, things were ok. THEN her husband pulls up in his amigo that was also over flowing with groceries AFTER the lady had swiped her card. What the fuck?! Isn't there a rule that if you are not done grocery shopping you don't go to the line to pay?! Next time I think I will just stand at the front of the line bring all of my friends and call them to bring me things one at a time so I can make sure I don't have to wait for anyone else. Great idea, no? AND during this time of waiting the people behind us changed their kids diaoer...in line...on top of their groceries...AND we were 30 feet from the bathroom. IM BUYING FOOD HERE PEOPLE, seriously.

The point of the story is that I miss Meijer.

Baby, I aint got no money

Yesterday I was on my way home on the subway and there is a man singing. He had a beautiful voice. He was popping out some Three Dog Night tunes which is already a weakness of mine, eventually the song came to an end and he started giving his homeless man speech. These types of things happen all the time, but usually it's just people begging for money by trying to make people feel sorry for them. This man was the compete opposite. This guy was chipper, doing his thing, singing songs, and he was hilarious. Truly gifted. He was telling the crowd that he was not a begger, he was trying to earn anything they were willing to give him. I gave him the only amount of cash I had on me which was only a dollar unfortunately. I would have donated to him anyway because he had spunk, but the thing that sealed the deal was when he yelled "SMILE PEOPLE, IT'S NOT GOING TO RUIN YOUR DAMN HAIR." That, my friends, is true. God bless that man.

Spring Cleaning

I have two habits that happen frequently whilst drinking. It's PG don't worry.

1.) I tend to delete people from my facebook and/or telephone.

2.) I change people's name's in my phonebook to absurd nicknames like "Big Daddy Rock," "Bico," and "Eggs"


The first becomes difficult because after I change someone's name, I usually have no idea who it is later. For instance "Frank's Mom" -- I don't know a Frank, or maybe I do, nor am I friends with his mom. This is the great mystery of the week. Someone PLEASE tell me who the f Frank's Mom is. Please?

Also, if I haven't called you in awhile and you're angry, now you know why.

This happened

Today, I saw a girl wearing these gems on my way to work:




Considering it's winter and it's wet outside, it came as no surprise that when she stepped in a puddle, she then had something like this covering her feet:





THE END.

dense

I just, JUST, realized that my whole life I've used a word that doesn't exist. I didn't know I was doing this until I tried typing out a sentence using said word where I realized it was indeed not real.

The word is "nother," rhymes with "mother." A new and improved way to say "other."

The sentence I was going to use it in was "...that's a whole nother story." Not real, right? I can't believe I've done this my whole life and nobody has punched me. I even tried rationalizing with the idea that it could be slang for "another," just with an apostrophe, but that doesn't work either -- "that's a whole another story." NOPE.

Ok, back to work, I have nother things to do.

It's after Labor Day

I saw a child with a white winter coat today. Soak that in for a second. Maybe you can guess what Im about to say.

A CHILD WITH A WHITE COAT! What?! I know that when I have children I will dress them in brown because they fall, and drool, and are strangely drawn to mud. Also, this child lives in New York where the standing water in the street looks like concrete due to color similarities. Plus, I know that I, at 24, am not responsible enough to wear white, I think I remember staining the last white shirt I wore with cheese.

Maybe the real problem isn't that this kid was wearing white, maybe this is just a sign (cheese shirt) that Im not ready for kids, which I obviously already knew, nor am I interested at this point. But it was a just a little reminder to not reproduce. Except I do have to say the best conversation I had this morning was in the elevator of my apartment complex with a 3 year old.

Me: Do you want to press the button?
Boy:(nods) YEAH!
Me: Are you going to school?
Boy:Yes, And I can run really fast.

And that was it.

me and myself sitting in a tree.

Happy Valentine's Day!

I used to hate today, so much in fact that I insisted on giving sympathy cards out instead of mushy love cards. Then I had an epiphany. This is the only day that I can tell people how much I love myself without sounding like a complete asshole. Or I might sound like an asshole, but I don't really care because I'm entitled on February 14th, plus I can shower myself in chocolate.

I was supposed to go on a second date tonight, but decided it was too much pressure and would infringe on my star wars tradition, which by the way was borrowed from a friend of a friend, so i can't take all of the credit for such a great idea.

J'taime!

Excuse me, coming through

I have discovered the second best way to get through a crowd. Drum roll please.... follow closely behind someone who is talking to themselves! -- or singing, but im not sure that would be as effective as the first or so I assume because the first is pretty fool proof.

Valentines day plans are as follows: Bloody Marys (because they are red) and Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. YEAH!

BRUNO

Dear man on steroids, wearing a baby gap sized t-shirt tucked into your sweat pants, flexing your muscles while reading nudie magazines in Penn Station next to an elderly woman,

That Capri Sun that you're drinking doesn't go well with your image although I applaud your flavor choice.

Sincerely,
C

Grinding my gears

Pet peeves are a stupid thing, because most of the time they just sound so dumb . Even when I think about my own they piss me off because why would something so trivial bug me. Well, at any rate I found out another one of mine, ready? When people sitting at a computer ask me what the date is. It annoys me to no end. Why can't you just look on your computer?? Because 10-1 that's what I'm going to do in order to tell you what the date is, so do it yourself! Dummies.

I've realized that this blog really only exists so I can bitch about stupid things, and Im ok with that.

NYC WTF

Lately we've gotten a ton of snow, the kicker is that it melts really fast so there is standing water everywhere. The extra-double kicker is that the puddles are so dirty that they blend in with the cement and then you step in them. Buzzkill.

One of the biggest winter trends is to wear rubber boots up to your knees. There are boots like these everywhere and it seems like the people wearing them are afraid to step INTO the puddle. YOU HAVE RUBBER BOOTS ON! Stop being a tip-toeing baby and stick your foot in the stupid puddle. ...

So glad I got that off my chest.

Happy Friday!

UnREAL

Last night I was watching Weeds with Laura, Season 2 for those who have watched, and in one of the episodes the main character's son is shown poking holes in some condoms before he and his girlfriend have sex. (He doesn't want her to move away to college) and for a couple of seconds I thought to myself *Why would you do that on camera?! She's going to find out when she sees this air!* and then I realized it wasn't reality TV. Good job, me. I guess I should lay off on watching The Real World for awhile, eh?

so hypnotic

Q: How many times can I listen to Rufus Wainwright sing Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" over and over again?

A: Zillions upon zillions.

Q: Why don't I own either artist on Vinyl?

A: I DON'T KNOW! blerg.

The Dark Side

It's friday, which means ....well, nothing except that it's Friday.

I almost got puked on walking home from the train station Monday. Literally puked on. I thought someone was pouring water over the ledge that I was walking under, come to find out it was a person projectile vomiting. Awesome. I dodged it, so don't worry your pretty little faces off.

My goal for the next few weeks is to find a valentine. This pretty much only means someone to watch Star Wars with me and drink booze, while self-loathing. If I can't, I will default to a friend (no one in particular), which shouldn't be too hard to persuade. If it is, I guess I will buy myself chocolates and call it a day.

Snow Good

On my way to work today I almost biffed it.

This whole week I had been concentrating on not falling while walking, and then it happened... I managed to dodge 3 full-sized adults and a small child AND was able to regain my balance. As I stood taller I looked around at the people surrounding me, my face hot (and red, Im sure), and the person behind me says "NICE SAVE!." I laughed, thanked them, and quickly scurried away as woman walking next to me says "You know, they can put a man on the moon, but they can't seem to find away to make the sidewalks not slippery." I love New Yorkers, they are not as mean as the scowl on their face says they are.

IM BACK, and AWESOME.