In the Heights

It's not just a Broadway Musical, people.

I went out tonight.
And by out I mean the bar 20 steps away from my front door.
I would like to state for the record, living this close to a bar is amazing.
And by amazing, I mean dangerous.

I think I am making Martini Mondays apart of regularly scheduled programming.

You make me wanna LaLa

Could I pull this off?

I have serious envy for those of the emo/ goth/ punk. I think my fascination has a lot to do with my friend’s observation that I have a little goth and a big sorority girl living inside of me and they are constantly at battle. Generally, the sorority chick kicks the poor Goths ass but every now and then Goth girl wins a battle. I unfortunately grew out of my Goth (or the newly revamped even more derogative term emo) stage in high school but some days I wish I could pull off fishnets and black lipstick again and not feel retarded. I'm way to old to be tortured in teen angst. And now with this commercialization of it all, I could get even cuter clothes without having to make them myself. I would love to be able to spend my weekends kickin it at the mall with my boyfriend in matching chucks with matching eyeliner being emo together. Too bad I never went for the emo guys, though.

But I am guilty of laughing at the occasional emo joke. What? They’re funny! “I want an emo lawn, so it will cut itself” “What did the guy in line say to the emo? No cutting”.

Yes. They are tragic, but I am allowed to laugh. I understand their pain. I get it. I used to be one of them. But you, you are not allowed to laugh.

And speaking of the Punk Queen, I was very disappointed with my meet-n-greet in Long Island on Monday. It was recockulously unorganized, She was an hour late and I got no special treatment, except we got to meet her first. Oh! And then we were not allowed to take pictures with her (which who wants her autograph anyway? Im so upset Im very close to putting it on ebay and hoping to get 20$ for it.) To be honest, I don’t even think I saw her or said anything to her, we were rushed in and rushed out. But I do recall she looked EXTREMELY thin but I’m liking the red hair. I want her haircut.


It was a waste of 5 hours of my time and 20 of my dollars on the commute there. But I did buy hair dye and had a Molten Lava cake at Chillis- so it wasn’t a total loss.


PS- I NEED MY HAIR TO LOOK LIKE THIS. NOW.

(and a guy to lean into me like that, too.)

When you don't wear your headphones on the train. . .

You end up talking to a crazy woman who works with mice at Columbia studying the effects of Alzheimer's but whose real passion is schizophrenia about American politics. Then you end up talking to the other crazy woman who was listening to your conversation with said crazy #1 and she doesn't speak english very well so you smile and nod.

When all you wanted to do was drunkenly indulge in your book.

Sometimes being a polite southerner is quite a curse in this city, I swear.

State of My Sanity v. Steve Jobs: Round 3 (or 4 Im loosing count)

Dear Steve (Jobs for those who don’t know; I am now on a first name basis with him in my head),

It seems to me that you continue to find yourself at the top of my shit list. I am intrigued. Is it a nice place to be? Do you have the disillusion of getting rewarded for this? It has been proven and a known fact people go out of their way daily to stay off of that list, but you don’t seem to understand the magnitude of my wrath. I would imagine it to be more like the 7th bowel of hell rather than Disneyworld, but then again you just might be a masochist, which is something we have in common. Nonetheless, I am still puzzled as to why you want me to loathe you so much. I am trying very hard here and you leave me no choice but to bash you as the completely genius asshat that you are.

But of course I will allow kicking myself (once) for not knowing better. I should understand how your company works by now. I lucked out when you came out with the new Nano (even though you waited a good six months before coming out with the pink one which saved me the stress of trying to decide between the luscious cranberry that supports a noble cause and the typical- everything- I- own pink) and I should have known my luck would run out especially with our very reliable hit or miss history.

But dammit. I implemented amazing patience and self control, if I do say so myself, when I waited a good two months before purchasing my (still unnamed btw) Macbook. You alone have further proved my theory on instant gratification (and that only being, if I would have gotten my Mac when I wanted it the new product would have never come out and I would still be happy and not writing you, yet another, piece of hate mail- why can’t you understand! I want to worship you with a Steve Jobs Apple Shrine. I want to have your genius children- a little more than I want to bare the children of the Google creators I might add. I want to tattoo your internationally recognized icon on my forehead and scream your praises from a mountaintop. Why won’t you let me?!)

And what makes me even angrier is I just got finished transferring all my data from my PC to my Mac and got it organized. During this process, I sacrificed an entire playlist that I did not have on my computer for the greater good of the Mac. That was painful, but alas you do not care. You obviously do not have to because along with being the spawn of Satan, the caring gene is not in your DNA.

I am still confused as to whether I want to punch you or kiss you. Our relationship is the epitome of a love/hate one and I think it will continue in that fashion until you stop doing dumb shit to piss me off. You seriously hurt my heart, Stevie, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep putting myself into this very self-destructive situation.

Until next time.

Sincerely,

NQ.

Disappoint. It's a part of life. deal with it.

Which the title directly refers to my experience in the Long Island Wal-mart last night, but it is 15 minutes passed my bedtime and I have had a very long and pissy day (read: TRAGIC. Not getting much sleep, going to the Post Office before work thinking it was a block away when in reality it was 5 avenues- or something dramatic like that- having the Postal worker deliver me a box that was split open, toting it back to my apartment which made me late for work where I had a maddening co-worker drive me to the brink of the window, followed by rain in New York and being 2 avenues away from my office. . . and actually having to work)

but I cannot be all negative. I do have my health (sort of), I got to webcam chat with my niece, had really good Sushi for the first time in the city, watched One Tree Hill (which could also be categorized under tragic.) and found out my own personal Jon Jon will be visiting me in the city in a few weeks to continue our adventures on The East Coast.

And dammit didn't I say it was past my bedtime?

Very good lesson for the day.

Psychoanalyze Yourself; Don't read ahead, just answer the following questions with the first thought that comes to mind. Then read which each answer means at the end. (No cheating! )
This is pretty cool!


1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who is with you?
A. What the hell are we doing walking in the woods anyway?!

2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal?
Raccoon

3. What intection takes place between you and the animal?:
None. He just scurries by (which Im sure leads A into a fit of girly screams. . . LoL!)

4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing, and before you is your DREAM house. How big is it?
It's a huge castle from the 1300s

5. Is your dream house surounded by a fence?:
no, not just a fence; it's a fort.

6. You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining?
None. The inside is very dirty and bare. . .like no one has been in it since the 1300s.

7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?:
Paper.

8. What do you do with the cup?
Nothing. I didnt drop it!

9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at what kind of body of water?
a lake

10. How will you cross the water?
umm. . . I wont? I dont really like to swim.

After you copy and paste into a new bulletin, and answer ALL the questions above you can look down here.

1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important to you.

2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.

3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.

4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.

5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.

6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.

7. The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.

8. What you did with the cup is representative of your attitude.

9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your desire to love.

10. The way you cross the water is representative to how easy or hard you expect your life to be.

Things not to say on a date

While sitting in the romantic setting of a snow filled Central Park and people watching

"Well, at least we're not the only assholes in this weather"

When asked Do you know what street Central Park ends at

"I don't really give a fuck"

Sometimes I really need a filter. Or I need to date more. OR I just need to stop drinking excessively on the weekends when I know I have something to do the next day that does not require a hangover.

And yes, you nosey roseys, even after all that he still wants to see me again. He must be a saint.