No thanks, I'm allergic

What the fuck? I currently am feeling HIGHLY claustrophobic. There's a frat/sorority bake sale going on in the lobby of the student union where I work. They unfortunately couldn't set up their table in front of the booksale because our food distributor decided to be nice on this foggy (yet again) Thursday with complimentary coffee and cookies. I think this was because a new edition of the school newspaper came out. But their bake sale table is set up right next to the front desk on my left side. And there is a SWARM of sorority sisters in that area. Shit there's even a sister behind my fucking desk. Like standing right over me as I write this (I think I had class with her before. She's nice but still wahhh). I had to tilt the computer screen  away. So I look awkward with the keyboard on my lap and my friend MK who is working with me now keeps laughing at me because this uncomfortability is obvious by the stink-eye look on my face. I swear to God if another combs her fucking hair over my desk, I'm gonna break out into a seizure just so they can get scared and leave.

Great. Now that some of the sisters have left to get lunch, the ones still around are even closer to me. UGHHHH. If I have to hear one of them talk about their past aspirations of becoming child stars I'm going to pee on their unsold cuppy cakes.

My friend just asked me if I've ever had sex with a 47 year-old male from Africa in the last 15 years. Not quite used to questions like those but I kinda wouldn't mind it either*

*I'm not saying I have had sex with a 47 year-old man from Africa. And he asked this because that was just one of the stupid questions they ask you when you donate blood. Blood donations are going on as well on this busy Thursday.

Okay, the letter baby munchkins are dispersing and the girl isn't behind my desk anymore. I'm starting to feel better. Now the only thing that is slightly bothering me is how I have to listen to them talk about god knows what.

I recently got a crackberry (aka Blackberry) and texting on it all the fucking time is making my fingers hurt a lot. I've been texting and BBMing like a fiend that I was walking to work (with my face in my phone) and realized I had to pee. I'm walking into what I think is the Women's restroom but to my view I see a stall and two urinals. FUCK ME I'M IN THE WRONG BATHROOM. I bolt out the door and luckily no one was around to see this happen.

Now the lobby is clear except for me, MK, our cool  custodian friend who I've blogged about before, and some left over free cookies. I swear it was such a bad idea to have the newspaper come out on a Thursday when I'm scheduled to work and they give out free cookies. Because the last thing I need are more cookies accumulating on my ass.

The reason for the title of this post is because my friend Leonard and I have a running joke about how I am allergic to people sometimes and a lot of them, at times, can overwhelm me (too bad I'm not allergic to food). More on that later.

Where is my mind

In response to a highly stupid and ridiculous confession about driving while not fully "there," I must apologize to my followers. Doing such activity is NOT cool nor is it safe. So do not pass judgment on my ridiculous behavior. It won't happen ever again. Well, at least not that ridiculous behavior.

Last night's "concert" was just an excuse for people who work in advertising to play RockBand in front of people at the Highline Ballroom in Chelsea last night. There were even some "technical difficulties" as stated by the Mr. Moviefone-like man who was speaking over an intercom. My professor was nowhere in sight but the 3 ad class fwiends I went with were good people. I had a great time with them. Considering wine took all the awkwardness away. Tehe. The guy at the liquor store was right about the Chardonnay. Cheap and goooood.

We were early so we hung out outside the venue and had a great time. I'd say it was a better time than inside the at the concert hahahaha. One great thing about the concert was the free swag they gave away. And Lord knows I'll do anything, or close to it, for a free T-SHIRT. I got 2 actually (they must've been desperate to give them away) and they were frickin' American Apparel - the mecca of all comfy/expensive t-shirts. Granted they had advertising shit written all over them but who cares, I'm still rockin' dem teeeeez.

And the whole concept of "FREEQUILA" was not resonating with the crowd. No one was giving feedback to young, hot girls. I networked with what seemed like 4 gay guys from Canada and the only thing I got was a lousy business card that looked like something out of a Cracker Jack box. I even tried to talk up a chick at the fucking bar. Look at what the recession did to me. I ended up getting the 3 of us* tequila shots...on me. I spend money like I have it when I'm drunk.

*our one guy friend who we called our gay man friend that night since he was the only guy with us was not drinking that night. 

I also get drunk noms. We didn't eat sufficient foodie before consuming massive amounts of white wine so we ditched the concert early and went across the street to a nice diner called The Diner Restaurant (hmmm?). I had the fluffiest egg white omelette ever with a side of sweet potato fries. Perfection.

Another thing I do when I'm slighly tipsayyy is comment on people's facebook statuses when I think they're dumb or if I'm acting passive aggressively/being mad at someone for some reason. I did that twice last night.

Mmmm, nice love rug. 

I also tweeted a porn star last night. Yeah... a porn star. I'm not going to say which porn star but this all stemmed from the fact that I requested to follow this porn star when I was drunk weeks ago for no particular reason. Their tweets have been showing up on my Tweet feed lately and they've been kinda sad. So in my drunken stupor, I thought I'd offer some words of support. I saw that they've responded to tweets from other people so I figured it'd be a cool conversation piece if they actually responded back. But they didn't. I think I'll unfollow them soon.

Some surprises happened too. I realized that one of the girls I went to that joke of an event with is my neighbor. This is great because now we could brainstorm on procrastinated Ad class projects...or we can simply pre-game :) Another surprise involved a silly band. I woke up this morning with a Disney princess silly band on my left wrist. I remember giving my Disney princess silly band to my friend Nessa last weekend. What's weird is that I wear my three silly bands on my right wrist. Whatevs, add them to the collection.

I ate Soup at Hand today. With a spoon again. This sense of rebellious soup-eating has me feeling empowered sometimes. Then when the soup is all gone, I realize I'm not quite rebellious. I also sat on a bench in the sun today. I think the smallest amount of sun that I catch makes my cheeks look as if I have permanent blush on. And I'm starting to think that same amount of sun makes me feel so lethargic at the end of the day. Night night.

YOU KNOW!

Ps: While sitting on said bench I saw a girl walking in my direction with a Delaware Beer Pong shirt on in blue. Without hesitation I said, "I have that same shirt!" We conversed brief and quick and I didn't catch her name but I remember her handshake being rather firm, which caught me off guard because she was tiny. I think I scared my friend who I was benching it with by that brief exchange between the two Delawarians. It's just great to know that you're not the only one from such a random state going to such a random school.

I've realized how mean I am when I'm drunk. Well, I'm not MEAN mean when I'm drunk but I am INTERNET mean when I'm drunk. That, so far, mainly consists of saying "eww" on people's status'. How I know this? Well...I've done it twice since coming home about 20 minutes ago.

Goodnight.

Ps: Mind you, I drove. And you thought I learned my lesson. Eeep. Never again. Promise.

Foggy disposition.

Ugh this was from Monday and I never finished it (slash lazy as fuck)...
MONDAY
The rain always does this...

For some reason I always get this bummy, tired, blahhhh mood when it rains out. I would ideally wanna stay inside with sweats on and watch movies with Monster Mash but the real world calls for real work. So the movie nights are gonna have to wait til the weekend.

I ate Campbell's Soup At Hand today at workie. But I didn't eat it like it was marketed. I still used a spoon. I also brown bagged my lunch to work...made me feel like a kid again. The facilities worker who I've mentioned in the past, well...him and I are on a first name basis now and i lurve it. He's so friendly.

TODAY

I've been slacking with this shiz lately and the funny thing is, I have nothing to do when I'm not updating this. I'm usually with Tor as she walks around campus as if a stick was residing in her anal area. That's only temporary because I'll be shoving a real stick up there soon. JUST KIDDING TORI TURD.

A friend of Satan?

5k erg test is over and done with thank Jesus. I did well...it wasn't my best but i certainly finished it. For those of you who bother reading this and don't know what an erg is (which is probably no one because the ones who read this are or were rowers at one point of their stupid lives...and when I mean "stupid" I mean "why would you ever put yourself through so much pain by doing the goddamn sport?" Then I remember why...it's because you're awesome and you lurve pain. Good on you, kiddies). Anyways, an erg is an indoor rowing machine with a monitor on it that tells you you can't do any better than what you're pulling on it. So basically, your job is to prove that machine wrong as it laughs in your face when you get this weird, pained expression on your face after pulling your fucking life out of the handles and all you wanna do is stop. Again, this is why I row.

I feel your pain. 

I took a personal day off of work. Not working for two hours today I don't think will do any harm considering I only work there 5 hours a week, two days a week. It's okay though. My boss is such a lovely lady. And very understandable.

And I love how my professor is replacing our night class with a night out in the city...but only for her 21+ students. The others have a night off. Schweet. We were invited to an Ad Week event at the Highline Ballroom. A sort of Battle of the Bands and our professor's company has a band that made the finals and we got free tix :)

Me love you long time ;)

I hope they win so maybe our professor's band wins the whole thing so she'll maybe buy us all iPads or some spiffy gadget that no one else has except her because she's successful out the ying yang. I told my friend I would get her one after I sell my body to all of the Manhattan and contract several diseases along with it. She was totally understandable and told me to BBM her when I make enough money to do that. And possibly get her a Marc Jacobs handbag to throw it in.

But as stated yesterday (monday), the rain/fog always puts me in a weird mood whether it is crabby or weird but mainly the first. And I'm actually tired too and I tend to get weird when I'm exhausted so maybe the weather does make me feel like that as well. Ugh must go.

I love my iHome and the music it plays. I have such good taste. And if you think differently then stop asking ME for new music. Shank you vewy much.

Lazy Sunday.

No matter how hard I try, I can't sleep in. Again, I wake up at 845am naturally. Mind you, my lovely roomie nugget returned my remote control. She no longer shall be called the RC stealer...for now* :)

*she also mentioned how she had 2 remote controls in her room last night. I can't even.

Alas, I finally got to see her boyfriend who I haven't seen in pretty much a year. A great guy for the nugget I reside with. He brought us skinny bitches some loverly cupcakes from the well-known city bakery Magnolia Bakery (hence, the title plus the fact that I am lazy and DO NOT want to study for my marketing exam that is tomorrow. But I must because I will be busy tonite in the city yet again...on a date. Whoo).

Amazing. Thank you, E.
Also, thanks for fixing our windows :)

The cupcake experts at Magnolia should be happy to know that I finally tried one of their delicacies...and I loved it. A lot. I still hold true to Funfetti cupcakes (along with the icing by the same name) but these cupcakes were THE jam. And definitely made this lazy sunday worth the early wakeup.

I have, so far, downloaded massive amounts of tunage for Kramer, caught up with nugget's bf, played with nugget's new Nook, (Kindle, watch out, the Nook is the coolest book reader I've seen so far), ate a Magnolia cupcake, cleaned my room, picked out an outfit for my date, and wrote a blog. Yeah, studying? Mehhhh I DON'T WANNA. But I must. My mouth is currently on fire from eating carrots with chipotle hummus. I heart spice. But dang sons at Sabra, pass me some milk, prease.

If I could, I'd join in the rap with Chris & Andy. So far, great sunday. Let's hope this date is the icing on the (cup)cake.

"Let's hit up Magnolia & mack on some cupcakes!"

For those of you who haven't seen the skit, you should be ashamed.

Click dis: Lazy Sunday - SNL

Diversity is key// "Um, can we have our bread back?"

I've been slacking like no other. I should probably post something before I fail do to it tomorrow, which is in a couple of minutes. Last night was a GREAT night despite the fact that I decided to throw my plastic bag of vomm in our trashcan in our driveway at 3am. "You alright, Jules?" asked one of my roommates in the kitchen who saw me trying to tiptoe out with my bag of tricks. "Uhh, yeah, just taking out the trash (at 3am)." "Did you throw up?" she asked. "Uhhh, maybe? I'll be right back."

Yeahhh. I need to learn how to drink again.

***Sidenote***
I'm listening to Chelsea Lately as it plays on my TV behind me. A guest of hers has a hubby who's allergic to horses. Really? Really. I'm also veryyy annoyed right now because my stupid fuck nugget roommate lost her fucking remote control to her TV in her room. Surprisingly, she cleaned her room and it is spotless, yet she lost herrrr remote. She goes in my room and uses mine and fails to give it back. I understand her bf is here to visit but put shit back. I texted her 5 mins before coming home and she responded but now she mysteriously fell into a slumber. Blow me. She's gonna read this too. And I don't care. I love you best friend, but put things back will ya? I'm gonna get over this tomorrow but I'm annoyed right now. 

So about last night. I met up with the remote stealer in the city to go to San Genaro Feast. It's an annual Italian festival in Little Italy that takes place for 2 weeks in September. Grand Central. 6 Downtown to Canal Street. Then brisk/lost for a while walk to Mulberry. And we found ourselves in Canoli-ridden street fare. Music, games, creepers, pasta, pizza, zeppolis, sausage & peppahs etc. The works.

After being reprimanded for eating a slice of white pizza by a stranger ("Look at that pizza! What is that?" says the douchebag. "It's white pizza!" I say enthused. "That's disgusting!" he spits back. "You have a good night, sir," I say walking past him. I coulda said something like "Okay, gofuckyaself" but i didn't. Point for me).

A cup of canoli gelato later, we split a much-needed pitcher of sangria at one of the little restaurants along the strip. Our bread got taken away mysteriously after being moved to a different table. We were soo nice to do that. This was when I asked one of 3 waiters (for some odd reason) the infamous quote from above: "Um, can we have our bread back?" "Uh, yeah," said the not-so-warm old man, who than dumped butter knives onto our table shortly after.

We planned our night's events after our Frosted Flake friends bailed on us. John Krasinski Friday night part 2? Almost. We went back uptown to meet up with our other roommate who needed a night out for her own health and ours too because we haven't gone out altogether as housemates. We killed time waiting for her by spotting remote control stealer's boyfriend's fave watering hole called the Playwrights. So trendy the name, but turns out its an Irish pub but i don't care. It serves alcohol, thus it serves a purpose.

After almost shelling out $18 on 2 tequila shots, RC stealer asked the bartender if he knew so-and-so who was a friend of her boyfriend's who was working earlier, therefore making a connection to the bartender who was the coolest old Irish man with such a cute brogue and friendly personality. He helped us struggling college students out by giving us the shots on him. FREEQUILA. I like it. I'm crafty with words like that while RC stealer is crafty with people-talk. Win. I'm slowly getting over the remote control thinger but not quite yet.

I was then hit on by a thirty-looking PUERTO RICAN man who looked like a white guy. If i knew the espanol term for whatever those people are called, I'd say it. He was putting on his creeper charm, whispered in my ear how beautiful I was, kissed my hand, mispronounced my friend's name: "Hi Keeeeyla! Nice to meet you (but i really don't care)." Ohhh, Gilberto.

We hit up Aspen Bar with our other roomie who was looking ravishing. I died in Aspen Bar over the summer when RC stealer's mama came to visit the big city. I literally died in Aspen Bar's bathroom that one night, died some more outside a taxi cab window, passed out in a bush while RC stealer, her mama, and her mama's friend ate pizza. There were pictures taken and I wish I had them.

This time I didn't die in that bathroom (but later in my bedroom when I was trying to die discretely...fail). Aspen Bar was diversified as well. Italy? Check. Puerto Rico/Ireland? Check, check. India? CHECK. Aspen Bar has a Colorado-log cabin, sky resort feel to it. But it was drenched in Slumdog Millionaire last night. I wish Jai Ho came on. We spent a stupid amount on one drink then decide to hunt for drinks at a bar that Gilberto (Puerto Rico) said he was going to for a friend's bday. I figured we could hunt him down and have him and the rest of the Puerto Rican country buy us drinks. The recession causes college students to act desperately. Do I care? Fuck no. Work hard to play hard, my friends.

We hit up Tonic, got random VIP passes (aka free entry into a bar desperately looking for customers), go through culture shock yet again at the Mulato, Afro-centric, south of the border atmosphere. Another round of tequilla (teKILLa) later and we make it downstairs to watch some Aussie Rules Footy on the big screen (I miss OZZZZZZ). We sat at a table waiting for some crows to come hither and after about 15 mins we decide to get up but WAIT! 3 guys at the bar turned around and the leader of the pack said, "You girls look bored! What's wrong with this picture?" My one roomie Gi says, "I'm straightedge." This works because they treat her, kayla, and i to irish car bombs and another mixed drink each. The one guy was americano, his one friend was from BRAZIL (hottieeeee. "OH! Brazil, huh?" I said enthusiastically, which RC stealer notices and begins to laugh at my love of diversity/sexy men with accents), and his other friend was a man named Tokes who was born in Nigeria.

"Guys, guys!" Tokes said to us 3 fiiiine ladiez, "It does not matter if we know each other that well. But we have to have fun tonight! And maybe know each other's last names later on in the night." Huuuuh? He said this in his Nigerian accent. I nod my head and keep drinking. Our table soon turns into a melting pot when a random, strange little Chinese wangsta wannabe comes over and starts talking nonsense to Gi. He needed to lay off the sugar or the speed, whichever he was on. And THENNNN, we were greeted by 2 CUTE AUSTRIAN BOYS who were in NYC for a week. They explain to us that the little chinese guy followed them to Tonic and had no idea who he was. They were so frickin cute and I made friends (and soon to be Facebook fwiends) with one of them while Gi entertained the other. Oh ma ga, is all I can say. Fucking precious. The 3 car bomb boys knew they couldn't hold our attention compared to the cute surfer-like austrian puppies who were more interesting to talk to. We left a little after for Playwrights to say hello to PJ, our fave Irish bartender, who surprised RC stealer and I with 2 lovely concoctions and our one Austrian baby, Sebastian (my lurvvve) with a Heineken.

We bid them adieu on our way to Gwand Central. I really didn't want to leave, they were so cute. But crew practice was calling and so was my bed. We rode the train back and the alcohol hit me like the Metro North when I reached my bed. Ugh. So today, I was hung well the fuck over. But as my super-quoted post is titled, diversity is key to any wonderful/random/entertaining night out. You don't know who you'll cross paths with, but it's important to learn more about different cultures...and their drinking habits :)

Full of crap?

Today at work the Board of Trusteeeez were coming in for a meeting. That meant I couldn't belch, scratch my boobs, or have a sourpuss look on my face. And I also had to abstain from saying terms like, "Titties," "fuck", and "...in and around my mouth." All the while smiling and greeting people dressed in business attire as they come through the lobby. I must say I did a great job.

Current mood is a mix of tiredness, annoyance, contentness, and constipation. And creatively stuck too. I have this ad project I'm working on and thinking of a brand, product, and logo is not as easy or fun as it sounds. I have a product (sort of) and I have a logo (sort of). Brand will hit me eventually...and then I'll forget about it.

I'm tired because I am constantly trying to get work done or I have some place to be (Oh, no worries I get my blog done but when it comes to getting homework done, that's an epic fail). I can't nap even when I have small breaks between classes, work, and practice. And I am feeling rushed sometimes throughout my days. I can't just sit down and take a breather (unless its on a toilet). I'm annoyed because, well, that's how I usually am. Not all of the time but part of the time. A fraction of my day is spent being annoyed with people. And it usually varies day to day. But I'm usually annoyed with the same people. Shit I am suuuuch a crab. I'm content when people ask me for help and when I see those who don't annoy me. And the constipation part comes from stress and being in a hurry most of the time and not eating sufficient dinners (which is good because I'm trying to see if I can row lightweight but that won't happen until I'm like...thirty. I don't diet or starve. But I do exercise and sweat a lot...we'll see).

It's been a lot to change but you will always get what you want.

As you can see, I lurve song lyrics that have a meaning. They don't even have to have a meaning, the reader can make up his/her own meaning to the lyrics in songs. Regardless, music strikes a chord with anyone who listens to their favorite song or band. Music is my solace and my only child at the moment is my pet iPod Kramer. I named it that because if you rearrange the letters in Kramer it spells the word "Marker." There tends to be a long pause after I tell this to people....It's okay. It's my iPod, not yours.

I recently read this intriguing (yeah, I fucking said that) article in Cosmopolitan Magazine (May 2010 issue) about change and how running away from problems isn't such a bad thing as people would think. The article was entitled "You Can Run Away From Your Problems" by Molly Triffin. You'll see me refer to some insightful quotes from the article. But like a good, little, schoolgirl I am, I have mastered (or at least thought I have) proper citation etiquette. Fuck the Works Cited page on this post, yo.

You can read the online version of the article here: "You Can Run Away From Your Problems" By Molly Triffin.

I, too, used to think that running away from something bothersome was an easy way out. As if leaving a problem unresolved. Whenever I was stressed out about something, I knew I would eventually have to deal with it. At the same time I was always under the impression things had to be resolved in order for me and whatever I was dealing with or whomever I was fighting with to be buried so I can move on with my life. But this article actually enlightened me on change and how it's not a bad thing despite our thoughts and fears of change. (If you haven't read my blog from last Sunday, I mention about how I've changed since my experience abroad. I think I'll often use studying abroad in Australia as a reference point to the "old" me and the "new" me. Maybe "slightly changed" me is more appropes).

PhD and coauthor to Mind Over Mood (something I should probably read when I think I'm constantly PMSing even when I'm not supposed to be) Christine Padesky said, "Most of us were taught that we should keep on trying until we make it work [...] Yet sometimes, as counterintuitive as it seems, giving up is the key that leads to success." I'm not saying this goes for all of those things - like goals, friendships, relationships, yourself for that matter - but some things just aren't worth the fight like they were in the past. You can't constantly try and try again, especially if you're the only one trying (if it's an issue between you and another person or group of people). But trying is worth a shot as long as it's something you want.

Change is normal and it happens to us all. We go through phases just like the seasons change. We may be into one thing one moment, then change courses the next and move onto something new until that too changes. "You have to readjust course constantly to keep heading toward the life you want," says another PhD and author Darlene Mininni, who wrote The Emotional Toolkit (another book I'll probably need to read when I'm feeling...emotional). One cannot always expect to stay on a certain, pre-written track all his/her life in order to get where they aspire to be. Things change. People change. LIFE changes.

Another thing the article brought up was a way of leaving a sticky situation and it didn't say on an impulse. It doesn't hurt to try before giving up completely: "Remember that most experiences start off exciting, and then the thrill wears off." This goes for relationships of all kinds - romantic & platonic. They all start off peachy-keen until you begin to see people's true colors. You may even be spending too much time with them as well. Whatever the case, don't freak out if you begin to tiff and get into little arguments and then find yourselves dropping each other altogether.  A quote Padesky used was "brainstorm ways to recapture that passion" and it doesn't have to always mean that love/lustlike pash we read about in romance novels. Vommmmm. But find ways to have fun again or spend time together. It may seem awkward at first or it may be as if nothing bad has ever happened. You can't really tell unless you TRYYYY.

To go along with the whole relationship route that I'm headed in, one must not find themselves to be the only one trying in this case. If you are constantly making the effort while the other party just sits back and sips on mojitos, then something is not hot here. Nay nay to the mojito-sipping while you're being the cabana boy doing all the work. NAY. NAY. Or how the Aussies say, "Noi."

You can only do so much in this case and if nothing seems to change, despite keeping up with changes you've gone through yourself, then maybe it's time to reevaluate your priorities. Is this person really worth the effort? Are they reciprocating that effort towards me? Is this job something I really want? Is this situation worth stressing out about? No more being a pushover, I say. I used to be a pushover until a friend told me not to (I remember this slightly: it was one time when my friend Leonard told me not to be a pushover when dealing with a certain friend of ours). If you've answered no to any of these questions (you really don't have to), then it's probably time to just let go of it and move on. Up and leave. Gracefully and without regret. You've done what you could.

I don't let people walk all over me anymore. I am still nice and considerate of others but I don't go out of my way for someone constantly unless I know they would do the same for me. There's the kicker. My best friend told me this a long time ago. It's not so much letting them take a dump on you because you know you can do the same. It's more of having that person's back no matter what and through whatever knowing that they will do the same for you. No matter what.

Padesky added, "It takes time to adjust, and if you think things are going to be perfect, you're setting yourself up for disappointment. Focus on the positive parts of your new life." I used to set myself up for disasters too. I used to think that maybe if I fix things then it'll get better. But sometimes it just ends up worse than it started...because I didn't leave the situation or tried too much, making myself upset in the end. I put all my eggs into one particular basket, leaving all of my other baskets empty. I left those baskets hanging and I didn't think about them until those other baskets weren't around for my eggs no mo'. This "changed" me now spreads my eggs into numerous baskets. Two eggs here. One egg there. Maybe toss three eggs over in that basket. And so forth. If only egg donating was this simple (but reeping the benefits would still be rewarding). Psychologist Yvonne Thomas, PhD, from Los Angeles put things into great words to live by: "It's liberating to know that you're in control of your destiny. You're not going to let a problem paralyze you - you're going to turn it into an adventure." And that's what life is, an adventure. Full of ups and downs. And I'm hoping that you're enjoying the ups and downs I'm sharing :)

The Good Ol' Days

Considering my life is uber busy now that I'm a senior (which sucks because I forget who a majority of my friends look like but not the ones who still remember who I am and text me once in a while to meet up hardy har har) I didn't get to post Sunday's events.

Sunday was the first time I was able to sleep in. But I ended up waking up on my own around 8:30 in the morning. So much for sleeping in. And I woke up feeling some slight effects to my cold. Waking up with no voice is really fun. Especially if there ever comes a time where a rabid beast is in my house and I have no way of waking up my roommates to let them know that they will die soon after me.*

*I'm actually in the house by myself a majority of the time so they may not die. But find my body ripped in several pieces all over our living space. 

After drinking massive amounts of OJ (some pulp included) I was still feeling like shit. But they say to take lots of Vitamin C so I try to do that. Today my old suitemates from sophomore year were going to go see our other old suitemate who transferred back home to her native Syracuse. Her mom and her were visiting her aunt in New Jersey so my old suitemate Tara wanted us to come surprise her with our presence. I haven't seen Kyle in well over a year and she's always been someone I've admired because she's such a big bunch of sunshineyness. I wish I could take doses of her good attitude if I was ever in a crabby mood. Her and I knew each other, along with my other suitemates since freshmen year and all lived in a suite together sophomore year. I must say, that was such a fun year and a great dorm to live in (I miss you South Hall...045 what uppp).

How else to enjoy President's Day Weekend? Winter 2008
Man, I'm a looker. 

Kyle was my immediate roommate and I must say she was the best roommate anyone could've asked for. Super laid back and very friendly, this girl could make a rock feel comfortable being a...rock. She tends to be a space cadet sometimes and a little quirky but that adds to her ability to be liked...and she sure as hell made me laugh. She always gave me the best advice especially when we rowed together and I would piss myself/cry frantically before a 2k test - "It's only 8 minutes of your life. You could be doing nothing with those 8 minutes...you'll be just fine."


It was sad to know she was transferring to another school back in Syracuse after the end of sophomore year. And it didn't really sink in for me until junior year. I saw this silly ball of sunshine once when Junior year started but we exchanged a brief hug (both in drunken state) late one night as we were going to our different house parties. And then time passed and Australia happened and before you knew it, it was senior year. WHHAAAA BAM!! And I hadn't spoken to her since.

So when my old suitemate Tara told me they were leaving to go see her and if I wanted to come, I said definitely. But there still lingered a worry that she wouldn't wanna see me. As weird as it sounded...but Kyle is super friendly to all who cross her path but me coming outta left field for the first time in over a year would probably be a surprise she wouldn't wanna see at the time. I went regardless because I missed the sound of her voice. It's just so...sunshiney :)

When the four of us (Tara, Me, Stacy Face, & Lauren Crab) drove over the GW to see her I got nervous. But to my surprise she was ecstatic to see us all. I told her after lunch how nervous I was, but just like Kyle does, she reassured me that I was a good surprise :)

Some of South 045. Good times. 

Along with the other chicas, it was great to catch up with them. I still see them occasionally but after Sunday, I realized how much fun I had with these girls. Doing big things my senior can't go without them.

Shout out to mah bitties from South 45: Kyle, Tara "Narky", Stacy Face, Lauren Crab, Mama Doves, Eric, Vanessa, Krista, & Ballsack.

Absolute Ridiculousness in 45 :)

And she spoke words that would melt in your hands.

A song to go along with the blog reading...it is totally appropriate:
You're Not Stubborn - Two Door Cinema Club
I'm so glad there are windows in mah room, cuz bitch i need to vent.

Despite the fact that I "made bank" working mad hours at the info desk, I...

1) didn't get any work done,

2) was a crab for a majority of the time (but working with my old suitemate actually was a highlight to my day),

3) was exhausted from waking up after 5 hours of sleep to go to practice for 3 hours then work from noon to 845pm and,

4) I think i'm getting sick (unless sounding like Peter Brady going through puberty is normal). Thanks to my dear roommate nugget who was sick right before she flew home for the weekend. She's soo nice. 

Sidenote: I just realized my laundry is accumulating and I coulda sworn i just did fucking laundry earlier this week.

And the fact that I scraped my nose on a rigger yesterday at practice isn't helping me either because it stillzz hurteddd :( Also, I think it's really stupid how there's a Broadway show inspired by Green Day currently out. Like really? And I thought the Broadway musical made after "Legally Blonde" was bad. Geez, is Broadway running outta show ideas? C'mon! I'm surprised there isn't a Broadway shows about Harvey Milk or Liza Minelli.

I think it's really annoying how girl's i went to high school with are old now and still hang out at clubs and such. When I mean old, I mean senior when I was frosh in highschool. I mean, I understand times have changed and people don't necessarily take on that motherly Mrs. Cleaver role nowadays (or at least I'd like to think so). But still, we can't spend our entire lives hanging out as groupies with unsuccessful club promoters. Unless you date a DJ then I guess it's ok because they're invited to clubs for a reason other than being physically appealing. This is just based on a girl's profile I recently saw on my minifeed. Girls are really dumb. Like oh mah ga, Zee bar. Here, allow me to spill my drink all over your face. Granted, she dates a DJ. Oops.

I'm just on a rambling streak with all these things that annoy me.

My phone mysteriously forgets how to spell the word "boob" using T9 and now there is such thing as silly band rings?? America, stop making desperate attempts at recovering from the recession!

Aside from the fact that I was suuuuch a crab yesterday for, I believe, legitimate reasons, I really didn't want to talk to anyone. Except my suitemate who I was so happy to have worked with yesterday because she actually doesn't annoy me at all. And strangers too, who I am more than willing to help out when they come through the student union asking me questions. 

I'm not saying all of my friends annoy but I feel as if I talk to certain ones that day and if I'm already flustered to begin with, they just add to it like a pile of camel dung. Of course I'm not going to share who these people are. But I will give them code names like Chopsticks, Gravy, & Fridge. Lawn Mower is a good one too.

Annoyances

1. Friends who I just don't know anymore. An accumulated lack of trust or at least that's how I felt towards this bag of potatoes. Upholding some image of perfection and seeming as if everything is peachy-keen? Gag me. it doesn't work nor is it realistically possible to live that blissfully unless you're on crack or ecstasy. When problems are obvious don't try to hide them. You'll just end up looking like a Mrs. Cleaver poser. With or without that white-picket fence. 

2. Douche nuggets who say they'll do something but they don't. It even comes down to the simplest things like this prime example

 Me: Hey, let me know if [Lipstick] goes to Specs. 

 Douche Nugget (DN): Okay, I will. I probably won't go. But yeah, I'll let her know.*

*Fact: I did not say I wanted to hang out with you because you sure as hell told me you probably weren't going. Counter argument: I can understand how forgetful doing these things can be. I've done it myself. But still, I hold true to the first fact.

Hours go by (via text)

DN: Yo pook I'm feeling ashamed I'm at specs with [Lipstick] and I just saw [Koala]. Can you please drive here and come

Me: No. I told you to let me know if you or her were going. I'm at home now. Thanks. (Mind you, I was exhausted after a long day & cranky from annoying people)

DN: Oh shoot well I didn't think we would end up at specs but danielle dragged us out so we are here to some older dude. Its ok nevermind.*

*That's like saying I didn't think we were going to go out after drinking alcohol even though our plan was to end up at Specs. Makes sense. 

Stupidity. Plain and simple. Or maybe it's just that friend who I will call Tuna. She should be feeling ashamed that she's there with Lipstick and forgot to tell me about Specs considering Lipstick is a grown up now and works in the city so seeing her is rare. But I think she was ashamed because she was like one of those girls at clubs as I stated before. Old. Tuna doesn't date a DJ either. 

3. Friends who you just don't understand sometimes or at least not like you used to. These can be categorized into those types of awkward, not-like-things-used-to-be, types of friendships. You still talk but there's just something different, whether you feel differently or the other person does. It just turns into..."fuckness" according to Snookie on Jersey Slore. I find myself attempting to keep things in place as they were before I left for Australia. I was talking to someone about it last night. How I've changed since coming back and I kinda feel bad about it. I'm still the same but just different...if that makes sense. But its good to know that friends or a friend of mine has realized our friendship has turn to shit. From her shitting on it. She told me this and it coming from the culprit actually helps in "the grieving process." She may have had food poisoning. I hope it'll be okay and she'll recover from said food poisoning so we can be friends again like we were before. 

This blog is somewhat of an outlet. No holds barred shit-talking. And it's not like I sit at my desk and type up a storm with this nasty look on my face. Mouth is closed, music is on as I sway back and forth to the beat. Like I am now. I love TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB. Someone please see them with me in October. pretty prease :)

My friend Tor & I have come up with a saying we'll just shout out when I think of something intriguing to talk about..."WHY DON'T YOU JUST BLOG ABOUT IT?!" And I think I'll do just that :D

These guys don't annoy me at all: So presh.

Time to make the donuts.

After an amazing concert, reality set back in...and this was around 1am this morning when I came back from the city knowing I had to wake up in 5 hours for none other than...CREW PRACTICE. The infamous early morning practices that I've been used to since freshmen year were put into effect but only for Saturdays. This is when the whole of our team would be united to row all at the same practice. And to my amazement, a shit ton of walk-ons came to practice & recruits as well. But that's pretty standard in the beginning of the season: a lot of people sign up, practice for a few days, then decide that rowing just isn't their forte. But we'll see how this season pans out because practices are in the afternoon during the week rather than the ass crack of dawn, which i prefer to be completely honest.

We rolled up to Glen Island in my baybay Sheila, who's been running really well since she came back from rehab (service center) last week. The geese were lookin' fiiiine this season. They are all over the island and tend to shit everyyywhere. While the babies got their crash course lesson into rowing, I rowed in a 4 with three recruits. And boy, did my hands take a beating (or as I stated in my Facebook status: "my hands are taking a beating from these long, hard shafts I'm man-handling...alas, crew season has begun")...it got several great reviews from fwiends of miiiine. 


Here is what my rowing wounds looked like last season:

     

Don't mind the pennies, I had an activity to do in STL. 

A week or two after. 

And those are just my hands! I tend to feel more sore when rowing season starts. Soreness all over: my back, my arms, my hamstrings, my KNEEEEES. But I like feeling sore for some odd reason. I think it's because I feel that I'm using muscles that I haven't used in a long time and it's good to know that I'm using them now! Yet, I am not buff like those Olympians :\

Something that I've been putting to good use are these spiffy Jesus band-aids my best friend got me for Christmas one year...for a reason I do not know. I use this little fritters on the really bad blisters. Guess it's true that Jesus heals.


Great night last night but it's time to get back into the regular routine...of goose poop.

I think you're a contra.

So last night's concert of epic proportions was absolutely famazing. Phenom phenom phenom. nom nom nom*

Overflowage...not okay. 

*I say the noms because I'm currently struggling with an Oriental Chicken Salad from the Ave, and lemme tell ya: these fucking salads need to be pre-dressed. Reason for this is because I'm not one of those "dippers" who fork some of the greenery, and dip it into the molasses-like Sesame Ginger Dressing. I like my dressing already on tha greeeeens. Also, they fill up the whole overweight-grenade of a plastic container with foliage, it's as if Peter Rabbit was starving and needed to eat; when you go to mix the dressing into the salad, shit gets everywhere and it's just a mess of a meal. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of bitching & slowly making sure every leaf, scallion, chicken nibblet, and tomato is coated in Asian goodness, I can finally SCARF!

But yeah, as I was saying...the concert was so great. I lurved seeing them again. AND, I didn't die when I was getting the tickets. Girl in pink cardigan, as she told me over the phone, met us at the corner of Radio City Music Hall. She wasn't bummy to my surprise, unlike the last time I met up with someone to buy tickets (old woman with a beard who was selling my friends and I tickets to see Jack's Mannequin at the Fillmore two years ago...this woman was so out of it, she forgot that she gave my friend a ticket already and hence, gives her another. So we got 4 tickets for the price of 3. But we sucked at scalping the extra one).

My glam jam city bugger LT accompanied me to the concert. She is, in one word...beatific (and I'm not just saying that because it's tatted somewhere on her secret bits..HA! totally joking, it's actually on her wrist). I could've said she was entertaining considering she was willing to yell "Julia Gulia" around Radio City last night trying to find the Julia in a pink cardigan who had our tickets. But in all reality she's been a regular companion to most concerts I've been to in the city (i.e. The Killers, Jack's Mannequin, & this VW one). As well as being superdy duperdy fun every time I galavant with her.

Leonard & I at the Killers Concert @ MSG back in 2009

Sidenote: I was actually really happy with myself when I picked up LT at her place in Murray Hill because I got there all by myself :) Didn't get lost or nuffin'

Upon entering the movie theater-esque music hall, we stumble upon an open bar calling our names. Vodka on the rocks sounded better than it tasted going down. We also took advantage of the Women's Lounge that we didn't know was the bathroom until entering the vast sitting area connected to a bunch of bathroom stalls.

Our seats were in the orchestra section. The Dum Dum Girls were on but we used that time to scope out some potential alcohol suppliers considering that we were struggling college students living paycheck to paycheck. Modern versions of Oliver Twist we were. After the epic fail, we split a pretzel and listen to Beach House. We were both ready to take naps to their serene music playing when finally VW comes on a little after 10pm.

While LT, who I will often refer to as Leonard my NYC boyfrannn from now on, serenaded me to V-Dubs, I made a friend who sat next to me. His name I will not disclose but he was nice, older than me (24), graduate student at a nearby university, decently appealing, and started up small talk with me first :) LT said, "Jules, his head is as big as my knuckles!" Regardless, we were similar in height, him being slightly taller than me and to me, every inch counts. He may have had a head the size of edamame but he was nice...and was a fan of VW. He asked for my number at the end of the show while LT's man friend sitting next to her opted to watch the Beatific LT show rather than the concert itself. He was fascinated by her height as she towered over me in her black, seude booties. The Maine couldn't have described her any better: "Eyes like sunsets and legs that went on for days."

I see you shine in your way // Go on, go on, go on.

Such an amazing line by an amazing band who I AM SEEING TONIGHT! WHOOP WHOOP HAMBURGER FLAP JACK LOVER MUFF! Vampire Weekend is sauce. Actually, they are currently THE sauce. "Giving up the gun" is my current ringtone and will most likely stay like that for a while :)

How I scored tickets to a sold out show, for face value, in orchestra seats, at Radio City Music Hall, on a Friday night? Good ol' fashion CL, that's how. My city love slooter LT and I will be meeting a man with our tickets. Pray we won't get lured into a secret drug ring...wrong place, wrong time kinda shit. This will be my second time seeing the Brooklyn quartet (the first time was in Oz where I also saw Empire of the Sun, Tegan & Sara, Spoon, & others at Groovin' the Moo, a music festival in Bunbury).

It'll be bliss hearing them live. They are utter amazing, beautific and every other positive, spark-like word in the book...Igniteful? nay nay, not English...sure as hell ain't California English either (you have to be a fan to get that joke, sonz).

Vampire Weekend @ Groovin' the Moo in Bunbury, WA. May 2010
I took this pic :)

Here is a link to their official webbysite: http://www.vampireweekend.com/

And here is a Youtuber of their video "Cousins" : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1e0u11rgd9Q

They're so cute and seudo-preppy; check out their "Oxford Comma" vid; classic suits in FarmTown, Amuuurica: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_i1xk07o4g

I was so close to having to work tonight...was so dumb, forgot to check the weekend schedule until my boss sent out a reminder e-mail telling everyone who is on for this weekend. AND OF COURSE my dumbass doesn't look at it...too busy pissing in utter enjoyment about the concert. After several e-mails to my fellow building managers, I find someone to switch shifts...hello 10-hour shift tomorrow. But it'll be so worth it. I'm seeing my lovers tonight. Ezra, you single?

And who says life has to suck? Sacrifices, man. Gotta make dem sacrifices sometimes. When God closes a door, he opens the attic...that has one of those small, circular windows in them. The trick is to workout so much that you fit through that little circular window. So far, I'm half way thru that window. Just gotta get these tix, yo!

Latest album "Contra" Doesn't she look like a young Kim Basinger?

In the mind of a custodian.

Bello. 

When I'm at work manning the desk, the same custodial worker wipes down and cleans the windows to the student union entrance. With such precision and grace he wipes down the glass with some amonia-rific solution. He moves when visitors enter or leave. He's quiet yet friendly and approachable. He keeps to himself, mainly speaking only when spoken to. After he wipes down all the glass, he puts his basketball  skills to the test and shoots the wet pieces of paper towel into the trash can near the desk I sit at. He usually makes 1 outta the 3 shots. I give him some words of encouragement along with a friendly exchange of small talk before he's off to...

***Sidenote***
Guy just left student union in seersucker shorts and a Hanes white T. I lurve guys in seersucker. He was probably gay or a straight, uber feminine nice guy. Either way, I wish he was my friend. 

...go off and make the rest of the student union so clean and sparkly. But I sometimes wonder what he's thinking through all the hustle and bustle of the lobby. He'll usually be around there sweeping the floor before or during activity hour - an hour from 12-1 where no one has classes and people usually come have lunch or go to club meetings...a majority of the business is usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when activity hours are put into effect. I have the lucky job of managing the building during activity hour on Thursdays...i get fucking overwhelmed with a mob of people in the lobby. Ehhh. I saw him today - still yet to catch his name - sweeping the floor and just listening to all the different conversations going on at once, I wonder how he can stand it. Girls talking about sorority stuff, guys talking about boozing later tonight, people finding out where certain meetings are, people constantly asking me for help or to open doors or to set up things like projectors, which are not my forte (despite the fact I've been working here for 3 years...I suck).

I feel as if he must go nuts or he's secretly shitting on the world, or just the people talking in the lobby. I know it sounds weird but one must truly sit at the desk for about 2 hours and just listen to the conversations coming in and out of this building. It's fascinating eavesdrop of people. Quite fun too.

Not season appropriate.

I thought of this when I spotted my first siting of inappropriate garb on campus. I've been doing this since freshmen with my old suitemate/former roommate/greatest dance I know, Doves. I remember when we were froshy babies how we would see all the Westchester Glamorites drive to campus in there beastly vehicles that usually blasted Hip-Hop and/or Albanian dance music. This is not Pacha, this is not Webster Hall..fucking turn down your music, no one gives a shit how fast your car goes. There are too many speed bumps on campus to even act like you're Paul Walker from Fast & the Furious.

Back to inappropriate clothing...Doves (pronounced d-OH!-ves) and i would usually try to spot scabs wearing UGGs...when it's still flip-flop season. Even nice sandals apply. But UGGs? Noi noi noi. Not yet. It does get chilly, yes, I agree. BUT it still is nice out. Like 70 degrees nice out. That's not UGG season unless you're trying to lose some foot weight via sweat. The best advice I could give is cut your legs off so they don't get cold.

The same thing goes for jean shorts in the gym. Khakis too. Basically follow this rule: if you're dressed up to go out to a casual place, don't wear that to the gym. If you're in Soffe shorts, a t-shirt of any kind, a beater, things with the Adidas, Nike, Underarmour, Northface, Champion, etc. logo that is probably appropriate to get sweaty in. A water bottle and ipod would be appropes too.

I know I can't judge people on what they wear, but there's nothing wrong of taking notice of things that annoy me.

Annoying story from earlier
I had my first day of crew practice this afternoon. Rowing is one of those sports that is known for early morning practices. It's probably the only sport that has early morning practices. But this season we have practice in the afternoon. Which sucks. Balls. Major. Balls. For two and a half seasons I've been used to waking up with the sun, the smell of goose shit filling my nostrils as my bright-eyed and bushy-tailed self rowed at Glen Island at 6am with the "prestigious" NYAC members and Pelham Rowing Club on the water around the same time. It was beautiful to see the sun rise on the water. It was also more convenient to get a workout finished with before your day starts so you don't have to worry about it later on. And waking up at 5:30 in the morning is something that can be easy to get used to...to me at least.

missing the early morning rows :(

But yeah, our practice is in the afternoon and considering my schedule WAS MADE WITH ROWING PRACTICE IN MIND, THINKING IT'D BE IN THE MORNING STILL - my earliest class not starting til 930am & 10am everyday, giving me enough time to get ready after practice - it kinda puts a damper on my schedule. I now have to show up to my 3, yes THREE, night classes, looking disheveled, rushed, feeling hungry, sweaty and in workout clothes. Not the kind of impression I wanna make toward my professors and peers.

I was a little late to my Exercise Science class. The one I take with Chalk (read 2nd or 3rd blog to understand this). I come in with my friend Brian who is also a bit sweaty. Attendance was not taken yet and everyone was still talking. We sit down in the first seats we find: in the front-middle of class. We hear some snickers or whatever and as I sit down the air blows this slight body ordorific smell my way. I sniff here and there around myself to see if it was me but no. Brian sits in front of chalk, his shirt still wet from practice. Then, a stupid cunt I've had heaps of classes with in the past says in her Dominican accent, "Ugh, can we turn the air off? It's keeping the room cool but its circulating that onion smell, and I just washed mah hurr and I don't want it to smell like onions!" This was a bit sarcastic/being slightly obvious to the two student athlets who just came back from erging on campus and rushed to class. I don't turn around, I don't make any remarks. I keep my frustration and insincerity to myself. And secretly wish she gets a mysterious wave of pain and has explosive diarrhea in her seat. Now that would definitely smell worse than onions :)

Tell us a little bit about yourself...

I pick my nose at work.

I pull out wedgies in front of supervisors.

I grit my teeth and have an awkward stance when I have to pee.

I wear gym shorts and a T-shirt to dressy events.

I burp in public.

I scratch my boobs without hesitation.

I sweat easily (it is mostly my back that does this).

I bite the skin around my nails when I’m nervous or stressed.

I fart in places that I believe are safe.

I take home magazines I find in waiting rooms. 

I don't sit on public toilet seats nor do I flush them with my hands.

I look mean when I think. 

I can't stand hair on the bathroom floor. 

I may look like I understand something when I really don't.

I get overwhelmed when more than one person is talking to me.

I think too much.

I slouch.

I crack my knuckles in an Arnie Grape kind of way (you must watch the movie). 

I'm attracted to color and prints...too many prints.

I walk as if I have to be somewhere in 2.5 seconds. 

I walk around my house nekked when no one is home.

I dance and sing around my house when no one is home.

I double-check a lot of things.

I get goose bumps when I listen to good music or see an awesome movie trailer.

I sometimes have a really hard time seeing people and hearing them as well.

I'm very fiber-oriented (all about the whole grains, baby! A plus if they're organic). 

I have an eclectic taste in music.

I've been arrested. 

I collect state quarters...still. 

I'd rather be in a full house than an empty one. 

I feel as if I'm a few fries short of a happy meal sometimes. 

I enjoy it when people smell good. 

I sneeze rather loudly but it sounds like a cough so most people don't say, "God bless you"...assholes.
I'm an only child. But so is Michael Kors, so it's all good. 

I stare into space with this gross look on my face sometimes...it's usually when I'm envisioning something terrible happening like out of one of those Final Fantasy movies. 

The reason for this post was for several reasons:

1. These are things I've noticed about myself (don't be alarmed, I still function normally).

2. I didn't know what to blog about (I mean I had an idea but it was too long of an idea, and I'm tired).

3. I was going to post this eventually (I had it typed up somewhere and added to it frequently).

There are more "I" things about myself that I can't think of but I'm sure you all have done one of these for Myspace or Facebook in that "About Me" section. Oh, here's another "I" mentionable:

I laugh hysterically when I read random people's "About Me" sections on Facebook. I'll usually read them in a Valley Girl or Slim Thug accent depending on who it is. Some are really cool but most of them are ridiculously stupid. You should try it :)