Discombobulated

I just got so much sleep by not going to the gym. And I was thinking about so many things on the subway.

1. I love my outfit today. Both comfortable and fashionable (or so I think).

2. I got a cat-call for the first time since Barcelona. Check!

3. In love with Miley's Party in the USA and can't stop singing it even though she is a terrible excuse for a tween role model

4. Despite my efforts, I continuously put too much water in my instant oatmeal, causing me to grab the open packet and add more oats. I think the point of the packages are so you don't eat more than the given amount, and if you pile on the oats/flavoring, you will soon become obese.

5. I bought the best $70 bra yesterday at the "bra lady", and have now OFFICIALLY done everything I wanted to do in NYC

6. My favorite text I sent last night read "Going out with my brother is like watching CNN while you're drinking. I think someone just used the phrase "privy to this lexicon." I think someone should send that into texts-from-last-night because it's both true and ridiculous.

7. I will not be hanging out with my brother and his friends again. I have nothing to contribute.

8. I'm going to miss the super-stereotyped mexican child with maracas and a sombrero that says "ole!" to me all day at my desk. He's so festive.

9. Being in NY has taught me many things, but the most important is how to properly do my hair curly. thank god.

I hope today goes quickly because I can't wait to get on that plane on saturday morning. eeek.

ello, govna!

Happy Friday!!!!

It's been a good day so far, especially since the pitches that Miffy had me write yesterday were successful, and I'm going to send the book to these two bloggers soon. She let me write it all by myself, and although it was just a couple tweenie bloggers, it was really exciting to get positive feedback on it! yay! Ironically, I've been warming up to my job the longer I am here, and the work I'm doing has become more interesting and beneficial. Such as... the million cold calls to the top print and TV media? It started off as a daunting task that I needed to get over with, and became a valuable lesson about cold calls and how to NOT freak out about them. I was a wimp before this job, and I think I've learned a lot of non-wimpy strategies during my time here (although I'm still very much a wimp sometimes).

Next week is my last week, so that makes this weekend my last weekend. I recently realized how much of an old fart I've become when my sister said to me "I thought you said I act old", and my response was "I did think that, but that was before I, too, became old." If I have the chance to sit around in comfy clothes, cook a good meal, and watch TV or read a book, I will. My partying days are in NO way over, but they have become less necessary over the past few years. I'd like to go out this weekend, but sitting in my best friend's central ac, with her whole fam, and a homemade meal??? I can't pass that up!

So, on a different note, my new favorite show is Drop Dead Diva. It's on lifetime, so I know what you're thinking, or what I was thinking before I actually watched it, but it's really funny! and i love the main character because she totally embodies the ditz she's supposed to be inside. It's also easily available online which is a major plus in my no-cable living situation. I've been avoiding the words "So You Think You Can Dance" and "winner" all day because there is no possible way for me to watch the results episode in real time. And, despite my efforts, it has not been posted online yet for a midday work tv session.

So my new dilemma, something I seem to be adding up like a collectors item, is.... whether I should get an internship in the fall or not. It's a job with State College Magazine, where I'd have the opportunity to write and have some of my writing published. It would be a really amazing thing for me, but I'm afraid I'd be taking away from my senior year. I don't want to be the girl who can't go out because her collumn isn't written yet. I was also considering getting a part-time PAYING job at a coffee shop or something similar. Considering I keep throwing away my parents money like it's nothing, I feel like it would be beneficial to them as well as me and my working skills. I like being busy, but I absolutely HATE being too busy. I'll give it some more thought because I've learned that trying new things always adds another demension to your life and in most cases, it's a really good addition.

It'll be like You've-Got-Mail

Remember From The Mixed Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler? That was one of my favorite books when I was a kid. They get to sleep in the museum! I kind of forgot about all the books I loved when I was younger. I know I say I didn't read much, which is true, compared to my television consumption and the hundreds of books my siblings went through, but I did read some books. And the books that I did read, I remember every moment of them. I may not have been able to speed read like all the other kids, but I probably had the best reading comprehension around.

I've been working with this cute bookstore in Tennessee that is only run by two ladies who are both very nice. They have story-time, dress up, themed birthdays, and they even set up a tranquil "adult" room with coffee and tea for the stressed out parents!! Wouldn't it be wonderful to work in a place like that? I don't like kids much now, but I assume I'll grow out of it as I get older, and being Meg Ryan from You've Got Mail would probably be pretty fun!

I swear I'm not "emo"

... I just have too much time to think.

I've been home all night, thinking about my life and the recent events that have happened. Events might be too strong of a word. More like, happenings or drawn out nothings. I actually don't think I have ever been alone this long before. It may just seem long because it's such a tiny apartment, but even at home there is always someone coming in and out or a dog that's sleeping in the corner. It's strange because I know I have friends and family who love me, but you can only call your mom a certain number of times a day before it gets excessive and sad. So, when I've exhausted all my phone call options, I just sit. Go to work. Make dinner. Watch online TV. Sleep. And do it all over again. If this is any indication of what is in store for me after I graduate, I've got a lot to figure out before then. Not to mention, the past two romantic prospects I had in mind both crashed and burned... I'm thinking it's time for a resurgence.

I recently watched Hitch with the sexy Will Smith, and I noticed that a lot of movies have that theme of "girl that is so centered around her career that she builds a wall up and no man can break it down." I've probably seen close to 5. Ironically, I've never really met that girl, and I've definitely never been that girl. It's supposed to be a flaw of hers I suppose, but in some respects, it's admirable. You are so successful at your career and so independent that you aren't worried about your inferior romantic life. It might be my age, and the fact that no one has a career yet, but most girls I know are currently involved or single and ready to mingle (including me). But, I think it's definitely time to try a new approach. Even though I have appreciated the time I've spent at my job this summer, I'm not sure it's the right career path for me. So instead of falling into a rut, being a mediocre employee at a mediocre job next year, I'm going to really focus hard on creating opportunities and experiences that will catapult me into a job I really love. I want to thrive off of my work and get things done. I'm so ready. Bring it on.

4th week? no way...

I'm surprised to say that today marks my 4th week living and working in the city. I am completely shocked that I have lasted this long and that I have had so much fun. It really feels like yesterday I was walking toward 7th when I meant to walk to 5th. I've learned my way around pretty well so far and have even taken both the train to Long Island and the train to Westchester all by myself. Living here really felt unbearable at first because everything is such a hassle. You can't just hop in your car and be at the grocery store. And you can't just come home at night and have dinner ready. When you're at school, you don't expect that because you get something else (i.e. friends, fun, excitement, irresponsibility) in return. But here, you have to take of yourself and be equally as responsible and independent.

As much as I felt like I was on my own in Barcelona... it pales in comparison to the bustling city of NYC.

And now that I've survived it, I can really survive anything. I hear about people who have never moved away from home. or wouldn't dream of going to a school on the opposite side of the country. I mean, I can understand the attachment to your family and where you grew up, but the feeling you get when you accomplish something that was once so intimidating is indescribable. I wish everyone could understand how that feels. Anyway, I have been really fortunate to have such supportive parents and I am glad my fears haven't held me back thus far.

On a lighter note, Arts Fest was a definite success!! I had an incredible time with all of my friends and I was able to reunite with almost everyone I know back at school at least for a short hello and hug. Also, being 21 is a totally different world out there. It's so bizarre seeing the younger girls virtually "stuck" at frat parties, whereas the rest of us can bounce from party to bar to club as much as we like! The bars are a little expensive but compared to New York, it's very affordable. Everyone was in a great mood and there was no drama in the least. We also stopped by our future apartment for a final look-around and it was even bigger and nicer than we had remembered. The girls that live there now had just woken up and were reminiscing about their senior year. Next year is really looking like the best year of all of our lives.

I LOVE PSU!

Here we gooooooo

So the new bugbite on my arm has increased in size and now looks similar to a very red golf ball. I'm only slightly worried...

Meanwhile, I'm on my way to Arts Fest for the very first time!!!! Every year, I go to school in August hearing countless stories of drunk texts, nights in the bushes, and "that random hookup". All of these stories spawn from one epic weekend... Arts Fest. The lucky people of the east coast have the privilege of driving a couple of hours to the heart and soul of the greatest 4 years ever invented. Following that drive, debauchery ensues and hilarious stories are born. I have not had the chance to attend Arts Fest even though I am currently about to be a senior. I hope it lives up to all the stories i've heard. I can't wait to see all my friends!!

woops... my bad

Oh also, I rescind my ranting about random commenters... you are the people I'm writing for, and if I entertain you, then I'm doing my job. I must have had a bad hair day or something. haha. Comment if you like!