I was expecting something more along these lines...

In regards to this recent bitch Hurricane Irene, and all of the hub-bub surrounding it, I was expecting New Rochelle to look more like this...


Guess, we'll have to wait for Hurricane Jose and see what happens?

Grieving process.

I think I left a lot of my personal life out of this blog earlier this summer. Okay, not so much of my personal life, but my dating life. Mainly because I think the subject matter would probably make me look like a depressed fuck. I've confided in my friends, my mother, and even my boss on the matter. You know how grieving processes work - you have to communicate your feelings to those who'll listen; let it out, maybe even cry a little bit a lot. And in some cases, including my own, maybe even act a little reckless to the point where you don't know who you are anymore. You'll do whatever you can, anything you can, to distract yourself from that feeling of sadness, loneliness, confusion.

Dating in your twenties sucks. It really does. And I think Ryan O'Connell has hit the nail on the head with one of his recent TC posts: Understanding The Strange Dating Habits of Twentysomethings

What was also funny is that my best friend posted this article on my Facebook wall. "Interesting..." she noted. And indeed it was because it was a spitting image of what happened to me almost two months ago.

Referencing the article above, I experienced what O'Connell calls "The Two Week Relationship." In his words, "It’s when you date someone from anywhere to two weeks to a month and then decide to drop off the face of the planet. You go from being in constant communication (G-Chatting while at work, texting, dinner dates followed by an amazing make out session and maybe even sex) to being gone, baby, gone."*
*just to note, my own experience never got to the sex part and embarrassingly enough, nor to the make out session part either :(

I was seeing someone in early June for about...two weeks. We went on dates hung out 5 times. I never brought up the question, "Soo...what is this? This thing that we're doing?" although I wanted to ask. I liked the idea of dating and that's what it seemed like to me. But you never know.

Considering I have the patience the size of a pea about things of this matter (relationships), I tend to fall a bit too fast, a little hard, and end up hurting myself in the long run. Not physically hurting myself, although there are those times where I just want to run into traffic, jump out of window, or get shot in the abdomen by some hunter who mistook me for a deer. But just the sole fact, that I give too much, care too much, and never ask for that in return. And oftentimes, this leads to my getting burned.

What's so funny while I ramble on to a point I barely got to yet, was that when I was dating seeing this person who we'll name...Stretch, I felt compelled to blog about how great I was feeling at the time here. And what do you know, I was right - that happiness didn't last too long after that. The rug was in fact pulled underneath of me...

The last time I hung out with Stretch was also the last time I could consider us dating. The topic of us dating wasn't brought up at all until that night. I went to a documentary with Tor and Andrew and met up with Stretch afterwards. We sat and chatted on a stoop, went up to the rooftop then went for a walk. On said walk Stretch said, "So I was with my friend and I said, "Oh, well I'm kind of dating someone..." In my somewhat sobering drunken stupor (thanks to the open bar Tor and I took advantage of before the premiere), I GENUINELY asked, "Oh, who?" "YOU!" Stretch said.

Yeah...so just to clarify this for those reading as I did to all of my support system while they dealt with me through my grieving process: I DID NOT BRING IT UP. I DID NOT ESTABLISH THAT WE WERE DATING, STRETCH DID.

Stretch became a little embarrassed but rest assured I said, "Well, no, it's okay. I was wondering the same thing too..."

"I'm not seeing anyone else and yeah, I consider us dating," Stretch said. And when we said our goodbyes, Stretch added, "And sorry if I'm shy and bashful, I just like to take things slow."

Within 24 hours is when things were getting a little stretchy sketchy. I made plans to meet up with Stretch the next night - I was going to the city with a friend and asked if Stretch wanted to come along. "Yeah!" via BBM. Later on that night, I gave Stretch some deets of where we'd be. Stretch read my bbms and did not respond. I did not ask any questions despite I was upset because seriously, who doesn't like it when you know people read your shit and don't say anything when there is certainly room to respond in some cases? #Seriously!

Around 12:30am, I asked "Is everything okay?" And finally I got a, "No {insert BBM sad face} bad night." I didn't ask any questions and just said "I'm sorry try to get some sleep." Sunday rolls around and I'm still confused. That afternoon I BBMED Stretch to get dinner sometime that week. "Yes!!" was the answer. We chatted but something felt...off. I said something along the lines of let me know what day is best for you between Monday and Thursday. Stretch's response: "Yeah. Okay perfect. This day is so weird. Life is so weird. My friend came over and we drank and now I feel sicker than before. Like dehydrated death spins."

That wasn't at all important but I didn't hear from Stretch at all on Monday when in fact just the week before, Stretch would be texting me throughout the day all the time. I finally BBMed Stretch that night, "So would you still wanna do dinner this week?" "I'm leaving on a job after tomorrow," Stretch said. "Oh nice. Where are you off to?" "Kentucky for an amazon.com ad." "Congrats. Well I know this may be too soon to ask but when you get would you maybe wanna regroup?"

Stretch read it. And did not respond.

I know that right now I'm making myself seem like the BIGGEST idiot; a huge dating faux-pa on my end. I can feel people reading this getting that "Aww, Jules, honey. Bad call" look on their faces. I know I shouldn't have asked it but it was all in desperation and fear and anxiousness. All feelings I now know are normal when you're dating someone because dating is a scary thing and it's very hard.

I panicked, had the worst night sleeping and proceeded to work out in the fitness center of my office only to stop thirty minutes in and call my mother crying. I hit a new low, a low I haven't experienced since that one time my 3rd grade through 6th grade crush, Adam, made out with one of my friends...right in front of me. And everyone knew I crushed on him hard. Like our-names-in-a-big-heart-on-my-notebook kind of crush :\

I sound so pathetic. I feel a little pathetic. But as I've been told, this is normal. And I'm hoping those people who said that to me aren't just saying it instead of saying, "GET THE FUH OVER IT!" Because I sure as hell am trying. And unlike them, I'm not in a relationship - a majority of my friends are in committed, happy, sappy, feeling good relationships. Something I'd like to experience like you know, sometime soon considering I've been single all. my. life. Again, my patience is the size of a pea.

O'Connell added that it's so hard to date because of technology. The fact that we utilize it and communicate through it so much, the minute we stop receiving those regular texts/messages/likes on Facebook, we die. It takes the fun and excitement of dating out of our routine. Because it once was part of our routine. And now that it's not there - that happy, excited, scared, feeling - we feel like we're nothing; as if a huge part of our enjoyment was taken away from us for a confusing, unknown reason. Technology does in fact, make it so much easier to just drop someone altogether. No explanations. No goodbyes. Just a subconscious "Fuck you, I'm over it." And onto the next person they meet.

Part of me figured dating Stretch long term was too good to be true. How could I, land dating someone who was pretty frickin' attractive? I know that I'm an attractive young woman. I'm smart and all that jazz and have the capability of making a ferocious sabre-toothed tiger laugh. But looks aren't everything. I genuinely enjoyed Stretch's company. I really did. And now even that is not the same. Although we do talk here and there (something I'll have to talk about another time since I rambled on for so long already), I know Stretch has moved on. It was very easy to do so. Stretch is happy, and great-looking, and all that shit and is in a new relationship. A relationship that started right after me. So yeah, I think you can see why I'm still a little bitter. Part deux soon.

Things that Turn Me ON & OFF

I love Ryan O'Connell. I guess I would consider him my favorite writer on Thought Catalog considering he shits out so many articles daily. I follow him on Twitter and his tweets about his latest articles along with his personal tweets are quite enjoyable to know about. He recently wrote two TC articles about things that turn him on and off.

Things that turn me on
Things that turn me off

I thought I could make a brief list of my own...

     ON                                                        OFF
Collarbones                                       Behind-the-neck fat
Relaxed                                             On edge
Confident but not cocky                     Too cool for school
Funny                                                Judgmental
Adventurous                                      Boring
Friendly                                             Socially awkward
Fun drunk                                          Angry drunk
Different hobbies than my own           Agrees to everything I say
The occasional argument                   Constant arguments
Active/working                                   Lazy/unemployed
Affectionate                                      Unaffectionate
Dances, smiles, and laughs                 Sits, grimaces, and shrugs
Makes an effort                                Requests attention
Enjoys cat videos on YouTube             Plays too many video games
Eclectic                                             Straight-edge
Balances going out/staying in              Parties too much
Honest/upfront                                  Sketchy/plays games
Surprises (to an extent)                      Still hooking up with exes
Remembers                                         Forgets
Brings me up                                       Puts me down
Fills me in with current events           Makes me feel inferior    without making me feel like an idiot 

That's not asking for much...right?

Does the Earth shake when it orbits the Sun?

Or maybe I have that the other way around.

Just a little bit ago, the Earth shook. This morning around 5am, an earthquake hit Colorado. A few hours after that an earthquake hit Richmond, VA.

We felt the earth shake in the office for a good ten seconds I'd say. I was kind of laughing from the confusion. You can't help but laugh at something when you don't know what's going on. "Did you feel that?" the girl in the cube next to me asked. "Hahahahah yeah! What is that?" I said. Then the IT guy came on the intercom telling us to evacuate the building.

The biffle nug, like the good ol' miss current event updater she is, felt the earth shake in New Gross (I work in White Plains). I texted her asking if she felt that and she freaked out saying she did. She filled me in with all the juicy deets via the news. Apparently, parts of NYC, North Carolina, South Carolina, Ohio, Massachusetts, and parts of upstate NY felt the tremor.

I asked some chick I knew who was working/shooting/being modelesque in the city if she felt the earth shake. "No," she responded. But that's probably only because she doesn't have feelings anyways.* According to other people in the city, they thought it was a terrorist attack and brought back sad memories of 9/11 (this is what the Biffle Nug was filling me in on as she watched the news...on my couch...while I was at work...ugh).
*clearly, I'm being passive aggressive, which I hate but oh well! It's therapeutic once in a while.

Luckily, no one was hurt she said. So let's just all thank the higher powers, whichever ones you believe in, that there were no casualties or injuries. And let's not start worrying about the following year. We don't need anymore end of the world scares.

PS: take a look at Twitter and Facebook. I've seen some funny posts referring to the tremors like...

"I don't get it...I just farted." (friend of my friend Tor)

"Is it too soon for Haiti or Japan jokes...?" (friend Anthony)

"I'm the only person in my office who didn't notice the earthquake because my jack-hammer of a leg is constantly shaking my entire cubicle." (the great Lisa O'Neill)

"I hate when something 'major' happens in the world because then it dominates my feed and everything gets really boring for a sec" (Ryan O'Connell).

"...we get it people." (Gi baby)

And I posted this on my friend's wall: "Your alive? Fantastic. I must say, the earth tremors are kind of funny. I was laughing at all of the confusion. For a minute I thought we were orbiting around the sun! Go figure. Let's order sushi tonight and creep on campus. K thanks."

Did I ever tell you about that one time...

1. I went to a concert in Brooklyn and didn't even stay for the main act?
Kind of a bummer but I still had a great time! Two weeks ago I went to Prospect Park with my friend LT to see Foster the People open for Cut Copy. Mind you, FTP, although just the opening act along with some other band that wasn't that great, was theeee shit. We mainly wanted to go to the show just to see those cute boys sing "Helena Beat" and "Pumped Up Kicks" among their other awesome songs from their album, Torches. Don't get me wrong, I loveee Cut Copy but we basically didn't stay because we were kind of...you know...plastered. Yeah, Limited Edition Absolut San Francisco does that to you. But it was oh, so derishous - flavors of Grape, Dragon Fruit, and Papaya in and around mah mouth.

The culprit.

So while we rode the subway to Prospect Park, we, as wise concert-goers do, pregamed :)

But LT had this tote bag with her that carried an unopened bottled of Sprite Zero that was bouncing around on our way to the subway. By the time she opened it...yeah, I think you know what happens when a carbonated beverage that's been shaken, stirred, bounced, swaddled profusely does so you get the idea. We had an array of hipsters, after-work commuters, Brooklynites stare in awe as the zero-calorie chaser got on me, LT, and the chick sitting next to her who was listening to her iPod. Ohmmmmaga, this chick's face was priceless - a look of disgust as if someone just called her a 'cunt' or something really, really, nasty. I tried to hold in my laughter. Actually, I just let some chuckles out as I typed that. Ohhh, memories. The concert was great. We saw, hmmm, I'd say the a majority of FTP. Then bounced before Cut Copy came on.

We also made new friends in the park. No beverages were allowed into the venue, so we had to down our San Fran Absolut before the concert. WOOF. LT was hankering for a hot dog and I saw people using this grill outside of the venue."I think they're selling hot dogs over there," I said. "Hey! You guys selling hot dogs?!" she shouted over to the three ladies and a child running around. "No, were not," one lady said kindly.

#oops.

They were celebrating one of the lady's birthdays with a nice cookout. They charged LT $3 for a hotdog. #sleazy.

What was great about that subway ride were 2 things:
1. The serious hipster dude in his cuffed, skinny jeans, white button up, hipster hair, and Harry Potter sunglasses made the best surprised face ever. Like dis... :o
2. The iPod chick who got sOoOo irritated was listening to Britney Spears's "Stronger."

LT shouldn't have apologize to her.

NYTimes Mag: What they thought then and what they think now.

I'm sure you're guilty of taking that magazine you weren't finished reading from a waiting room you've been in when you had to leave or when your dentist/doctor/gyno/shrink was ready to see you. I'm guilty of it. But what's kind of sad is that I took a magazine from one of my best friend's houses. I don't even think her mom got to read it considering it came that morning with her copy of The New York Times.

It hadn't occurred to me that NYTimes published a magazine. I don't really keep up with the time, or The Times, for that matter. But what struck me about this issue were the great stories inside of it. And the fact that James King (who now goes by Jaime - I'm sorry, but I kind of like it when girls have guy names...it's cool. I wish she hadn't changed that) was on the cover. There was one photo of her when she was 16 and another taken of her currently.

NYTimes Mag from Aug. 21, 2011 issue;
taken by Nan Goldin

The cover story featured nine photographs from the mag's three-decade long running of news stories they covered over the years. The subjects, who were captured years ago, were now captured in real-time (some by the same photographer who captured them before) and where they were these days. From a 9/11 fireman to a teen mom, the photographs both old and new told stories of the subjects in a poignant way.

Although all of them have gotten older and are doing different things with their lives, their pasts have certainly helped mold them into who they are today. What was a common theme of this cover story titled 'Time Lapse' was what they thought back then and how they think now.

I was intrigued by King's story the most, considering she grew up a different way than normal teenagers. And what she thought then certainly is not how she thinks now...

"At 16 years old, you think you know everything, and then all of a sudden you realize that you don't know anything at all. That is the best way to explain what I was feeling at that time. I had grand illusions of what I thought modeling would be, as any young girl would. I was working with these masters in fashion and photography and learning from brilliant, creative people from around the world. But at the same time, I didn't realize the weight of responsibility that I would carry, to have the same expectations put upon you as a minor that an adult would have. I was just a kid; I didn't realize the freedom of youth that I was going to be trading in for success. I became very successful, and I didn't know how to that handle that. I felt like some people wanted a piece of me, wanted to take something from me. I felt that they wanted to sexualize me. In hindsight, I can see that and know the truth of it, but at that time I didn't know that's what they were doing. I just thought, Oh, I'm suddenly successful and all my dreams are coming true, but why do I feel so scared? I experimented with drugs; I was young and wanted to 'fit in.' I quickly realized this wasn't the path for me, and I haven't touched any drug since I was 17. I'm an actor now on an upcoming show on the CW, 'Hart of Dixie.' I wish that I would have known how to have a career and be a kid at the same time. I think for the fashion industry that can happen only if they have a union for the young models as they do for the young actors."


To read what King thought then, read Jennifer Egan's article from the February 1996 issue, "James Is a Girl."

I think people should read these as well...

As per my post from Thursday, July 14th, I think people should read these too. I've turned into the unofficial publicist for Thought Catalog.


The times when I feel most single  The pros and cons of attending an all girls school The ways in which you can tell if I like you On being brave enough to start again What happens when you crush doesn't crush you Manhattan neighborhoods in six words or less Top 5 hangovers likely to end up in projective vomiting Diary of a cyber girl relationship status  Ten Flawless Soundtracks (I agreed with #s 7, 8, and 9, which were also all great films). Why does graduating college suck so hard

(Inspirational/Get the fuh over it) Quote of the Day

"You’re skinny enough. I promise. Yourself is enough. Maybe you could read more, but whatever, we all could. Your clothes are fine. No, you don’t need to change before we go out. You’re not perfect but there’s a very small percentage of females who are, and he dumped you because he has a learning disability and refers to himself as 'The Wind.' It has nothing to do with you.

Your friends, even the ones who hate themselves too, hate you more when you resort to self-pity. Request excellence of you and others, but don’t turn into a sad-sack because you’re not your own ideal. Stop crying. You’re not Miranda July, your strife isn’t twee, and you’re too old for teenage angst. Everything is alright."

- Scaachi Koul

Let's just take a moment...

And look at this picture when I was catching up with Betches Love This Site.

hungryyyyy

Exhibit A: Petra Ecclestone. I don't feel like going in-depth about this one because a) I don't know who she is, b) I don't really care who she is (aside from using her for this blog post) and c) you can read about her here.

Let's just say she's young (22), rich ($300 million - thanks celebritynetworth.com!), and "privileged" as she likes to say.

Exhibit B: this man to her left. Wealthy businessman James Stunt. Ugh. The 28-year old looks like he's 38, borderline Ryan Reynolds status circa Just Friends with Amy Smart.

I know, I knowww - looks aren't everything. It's what's on the inside that counts. Blah, blah, blah. But really? Would you marry a rock because it's "nice" on the inside. That shit doesn't move!

Whatever, I'm not too keen on these successful socialite types. I got my daily dose of the Hiltons years ago when I wanted to know what was going on in the Young, Rich, and Fabulous world.

But I'd rather blog about how awesome I am. Celebritynetworth.com is still waiting on my actual figures. #pending. So in the meantime, read my shit and follow me on Twitter (@jules_allen). kthanks.

"It's kind of a fucked up song, but it's so true."

Best put by my roommate and dear friend Gi Baby. I love Robyn. Gi loves Robyn. We love Robyn together and these dance moves are something we're definitely going to break out and do in the living room in the near future. Especially the log roll.


"Call Your Girlfriend" - Robyn

Wednesday afternoon G-Chats...

Conversation #1 with Danielle.
danielle:  OMG
me:  what
danielle:  I WAS FIVE FEET AWAY FROM ANNA WINTOUR
me:  FUCK YOU no way where?
danielle:  Conde nast cafeteria, i died
me:  what was she eating?!
danielle:  nothing
me:  of course
danielle:  she was talking to someone obviously too good to eat or throw out her cup
me:  exactly
danielle:  hahahaha
me:  our convos are death-worthy...in a good way
danielle:  hahaha, im stil shocked
me:  i'd be too, usually no normal working person is good enough to see her in person let alone a fucking cafeteria
danielle:  i turned beat red literally
me:  bahhhh u shoulda went up to her and be like "here's my resume"
danielle:  hahahahaha shed be like lose the love handles then come back
me:  that and she'd make you cat walk in her office in 6 inch stilettos
danielle:  you know when you are in a place and you just feel like for once in your life you really belong?
me:  i think so..yeah i've felt like that i just don't remember when. let me guess, you felt complete in the conde nast cafeteria
danielle:  yes 100% complete
me:  you still have to prove yourself to them in 6-inch stilettos
danielle:  i got it.

Conversation #1 with Tori.

me:  hows work?
Victoria:  its okay im on the phone with a crazy
me:  oh boy. CONNECTICUT IS ON THE EAST COAST, NOT ANTARCTICA!
Victoria:  omg its fucking nuts this woman keeps calling me rachel we are all listening in right now, shes clearly mentally ill, she keeps crying and saying that she has issues and everyone calls her a retard and she needs to talk to steve for her to be healed
me:  oh christ
Victoria:  yeah these are our phone calls on the reg
me:  but ur not in charge of guests tho..if she wants to be a guest (clearly she does) shouldn't she call a different department?
Victoria:  yeah but like shes down in florida and literally can't get up here for anything like her problems are "good" enough to be on the show
me:  omg lol
Victoria:  and audience doesn't fly people up here so shes sol
me:  what segment would that be?

Victoria:  shes be im a looney
me:  right so she has to be in contact with the guest department?
Victoria:  and i need help
me:  i just LOLed in my cube to "and i need help"
Victoria:  yeah but shes doesn't really have a good enough problem to be on the show at all
hahahahahha
me:  oh i thought she did
Victoria:  nah not that good
me:  eww...sheesh i feel bad shes crying but its such a funny/fucked up situation
Victoria:  shes not the daughter of her like first cousin and aunt or something haha
yeazh i know hahah
me:  yah i mean, you're not really tv worthy if people call you retarded everyday
Victoria:  thats what happens its like funny but sad all at the same time ill get bipolar soon
me:  i get called worse things like puta
Victoria:  hahahaha puta means whore in spanish
me:  no duh i know it
Victoria:  hahaha oh u knew it already? perfect.
me:  okay so i re-opened my dating profile and part of me, actually a majority of me wishes i hadn't done so because the fucking people on this site should just go on craigslist. but now i can't disable it for another week. its like a weird stipulation, once you re-open it, it has to stay active for one week before you disable it again
Victoria:  why did u reload it! idiot haha
me: lol because i was bored
Victoria:  hahahah fuck. loser
me:  i don't like being single its boring but its not like i want a relationship either...im so weird i guess i just want to have a someone on the back burner
Victoria:  yeah the attention is very nice...sometimes.
me:  but clearly the only people who wanna talk to me are people who just wanna fuck me
Victoria: hahah true thats not that bad sometimes tho
me:  to them, i'm just fuckable
Victoria:  and its not bad cause u prob need too! hahaha
me:  yeah ur so right. fuck this. im gonna fuckeverybody!
Victoria:  hahaha do it...well not everybody, but a few
me:  "You there! you wanna fuck? okay let's go!"
Victoria:  haha maybe like 5 and use a condaaam
me:  "how about ur friend? yeah? okay you come too!"
Victoria:  hahahahahhaha dying
me:  "Oh..is that..your dad over there?"
Victoria:  omg gross
me:  "ohmga does he wanna fuck me?"
Victoria:  hahahahaha ur such a lossaahh
me:  "NO? oh...ok yeah he's married...BUT THAT SHOULDNT STOP HIM FROM TRYING TO FUCK ME!" i wonder if the company knows i talk like this

Victoria:  hahah i hope they do.

Miami Horror

Their music videos are quite interesting to watch. Love this electro-pop group from Melbourne. They've got a disco style to their jams too!


"Sometimes"


"Holidays"


"I Look to You" (love/want this bitch's dress by the way)

Lose Yourself & Smile

This makes me love her more...


T-Swift covers "Lose Yourself" & "Smile"

So now that Shark Week is over...

My roomie Gi put an amazing video on my wall last week. Made me chuckle...a lot actually. I think Jenna Marbles and I would make a great duo - a tag-team of bitches that can make anyone pee in seconds with our crass and honest opinions on all things. Although I am a viewer of the celebrated week in August, I can't help but agree with Ms. Marbles on such a topic...


Jenna Marbles - Thoughts on Shark Week

Did I ever tell you about that one time...

 1. I totaled my car a few weeks ago and had to get a new one?
This sucked. Like beyonddd sucked #balls. Basically, I was on my way to the gym early one Thursday morning. No traffic, quiet streets, the sun was peakin' out all the while I absentmindedly go through an intersection and a 2009 Toyota decides to introduce itself to my car by hitting it. It was my first accident I've gotten into. Not a great way to start my day. Ended up not going into work, dealing with insurance companies, getting a rental, crying, freaking out about insurance premiums & just basically beating myself up about making a huge error in judgement - not even judgement, but lack of attention. After much deliberation with the parentals and test-driving of vehicles (that took place ALLLLL day today), we decided to go with a 2011 Subaru Impreza hatchback nugget. I preferred red but they didn't have it but the silver is growing on me. It's all-wheel drive so hopefully it'll get me through New York winters with ease. I'm gonna miss Sheila. Her and I had an intense relationship but I don't think she liked the way I drove her compared to when my mom had her. We'll see what Wally thinks of me. Welcome to the family, Wally.

Bye Sheila

Hello Wally

2. I went to Butter a few Saturdays ago and got shit faced plastered and puked outside the window of my friend's backseat?
Yeah, well that happened. Bubba's friend came into town from Boston to visit her and we went with our promoter friend (the one who FAILED to get us into Lavo when Calvin Harris & Beyonce & Jay-Z were there) to Butter. Epic night; didn't realize that much vodka fueled my insides to the point where it wanted to escape the same way it went in. It was great how when we arrived, the downstairs was still in semi-dinner mode but around 1230am it got bustlin' and people were not sitting in the lovely semi-circle dinner booths but rather standing on them raging. My outfit was pretty sick too - leopard-print mini skirt from Urban Outfitters, a black cropped graphic tee from Pacsun and my new Steve Madden wedges with some sex wave hair. Our guy friends met up with us around 145am and we all danced and fist-pumped until 3ish when our friend offered to drive us home - they drove in. Oh, and what was also great was on our way into the city we took the train and the conductor clearly looked at me and didn't even take my ticket! Awesome! And since our friend drove us back to New Gross, I didn't need to use my ticket. Great way to save some dough. But I ended up getting sick, passing out in my bathroom and not realizing how I got into my bed the next morning. My lovely roommate from downstairs who not only drove us all back home took me outta the bathroom and put me to bed. The next morning I was welcomed with THE worst hangover of the summer.

3. I went to the Hamptons to visit my Boobalah, celebrated Christmas in July, and got thrown up on in a cab by a good friend?
This happened last Saturday. MK and I went to West Hampton Beach to visit Katie who was babysitting for a family she's been working for during the school year. They had a house out there and the dad was involved in a few business ventures out that way - bars in fact. This meant that since MK and I were visiting and Katie wouldn't have to be babysitting that night, we would be going out to one of his places having a great time with lots of free alcohol. It was also Katie's last weekend out there so it was critical for her to experience The Drift Inn. It was an outdoor/indoor beach bar with lots of space to dance and fist-pump and experience the less humid summer air along Dune Road. Not only did we get chauffeured by a bouncer to The Drift, but we also got to walk right past the long-azz line outside. #VIPstatus #holla. Characters like Jesus, Santa Claus, and a Christmas tree were behind the main outdoor bar pouring shots and serving ice cold cans of Bud Light. We were served a many a shot and drink fo' free. Katie's boss told Jesus to take care of us. God Bless him :) But the free booze served to be too much for MK considering on the cab ride home, she threw up on my arm. Yeah, that happened. We were forced to trek the rest of the way home, luckily it was only a ten minute walk/stumble/dropped-MK-a-few-times/laughed-during-a-pee-break/struggle back to the residence we were staying at. Aside from being vomited on and dodging a $125 fine/having a cop drive up to us asking if we "just got out of a cab", I had SUCH a great weekend in The Hamps :) The quote of the night: "I can't believe we dropped her...twice!" Oh, and we got uber tan and sun-kissed and totes saw Michael J. Fox at the beach! #winningweekend.

How was that for a few weekends worth of blog post stories?