A Leg Grows in C Minor

Apparently I'm behind the times on this blog.  I used to change the page layout periodically as my moods changed (once I even had a color-changing layout), but I guess I haven't changed my layout in at least 3 years. So, in true zombie fashion, they are forcing me to change or they are turning against me.  This time, I'm not only changing my template, the whole system has changed.  I'm just warning people in case I do something wrong (I have limited technological capacity) and the site gets messed up. Here's hoping!   

In honor of mine and Mike's 4 year anniversary (which occurred yesterday and was awesome), I will go into the past and dig up some interesting interactions of ours before we even knew each other. For context, I had a crush on Mike when we were both attending Geneseo.  It wasn't too intense due to the fact that I had a boyfriend for 2 years while I was there, and because I always thought Mike was way cooler than me, but every time he walked into the performing arts office where I worked, my heart would flutter a bit. Auspiciously, we sort of traveled in the same circles.  I had a friend named "Goo" who I've probably mentioned way back in this blog, who did films with Mike while at Geneseo.  So I knew about these films, and taped them off of "GSTV", our local college tv station.  Then I watched them, pretty much just for Mike, who looked adorable.  (And I do still own them, and he still looks adorable in them.) He didn't know me at all at this ti...

This city is a very interesting place, and not always in a good way. Most people I know who live here have a love/hate relationship with NYC. Let's list the pros and cons, shall we? Cons: -Most streets smell, especially in Chinatown -The street cleaning machine, although a great idea, gets shit in my eyes when I'm walking -Crowded, crowded, crowded -Many people do not speak English, nor do they care to speak English -90% of retail/chain store employees are rude as hell -It rains more than Seattle -It rarely snows (this may just be my western new yorker opinion) -Post Offices are slow as hell; I almost fainted while waiting to pick up a package one time -Good luck finding your favorite chain restaurants (Arby's/Friendly's/Wendy's) -Good luck finding inexpensive clothes or shoes that fit if you are shopping in Manhattan - Cockroaches . -Can't keep windows open/blind-less in your apartment unless you're an exhibitionist -Employers/fellow employees are mostly ...

I feel like I never post anymore because this blog is now linked to Facebook. I'm not sure why I would post less because of that, but after this post I may take away the linked aspect and see if I write more. Maybe I feel more free when I know my closest 211 friends are not going to be reading what I write. So, if you (for some reason) love to read about the mundane aspects of my life, make sure to bookmark my blog. Maybe I'll use this entry to catch readers (aka me in the future) up on my life, and the next will be devoted to what I love and hate about NYC. So my only female first cousin on my mother's side, Lauren, (random side note: I have 8 female first cousins and 11 male first cousins on my dad's side) got married in October. She married an Italian/Jewish doctor from Long Island whose family is a bit iffy but he is super nice. She's had a rough time these past couple of years, so I'm happy that her wedding went so well. She is basically my sister, si...

Hey blog happen-upon-ers. Yes, it is I! The overlord of this blog. I have deigned to write in it again, after many months. It's funny, as a person (or perhaps as a woman), I'm not overly emotional. When people die, I usually think "ok now more space for everybody else". Before people start throwing bricks at me, I'm not some crazy psycho killer or anything, I usually only think that way about celebrities. When Michael Jackson died, I thought "hmm interesting" and that's about it. I have another entire blog entry about me having trouble telling people that I love them. Okay this is getting off topic quickly (I am highly caffeinated currently). My overall point was that with people I don't usually get emotional, but I will get emotional with animals or inanimate objects (mostly animals). I felt such supreme guilt when I stopped playing "Brain Age" for a month or so, that I've never gone back to it, for fear of Mr. Yamagachi...

The link for the title actually does not contain the words "time is speeding up", but I just wanted an excuse to include one of my favorite Muse songs. So time is speeding up. Literally, when you think about it, as you get older you have lived for more and more time, so the proportion of time lived is more than time not lived, therefore time would seem to be speeding up. However, if you are a hippie like me, you believe that time is nonlinear and therefore cannot speed up or slow down but can merely only appear to move, but that's for another blog post. Anyway, as you can see, I am writing in my blog less and less these days. Part of the reason is that I'm living in NYC, where time is irrelevant because it is the city that never sleeps. I have something to do at all hours if I'm so inclined. Another part of the reason is that I'm trying to prepare for my wedding. It's about a year from now so I really need to buckle down and start making arrangements...

No, not the strange 1998 Todd Solondz film, which I happen to love. (And when Phillip Seymour Hoffman walked by me TWICE a couple weeks ago you can bet I wanted to tell him how good he was in that film.) But anyway... Today I am happy. I blame it on Spring and nice weather, mostly. It's also my time of the month to be happy (don't ask), and I went to a bookstore today, which I love to do. So it's the right time of the month and the right time of the year for my happiness to start. Usually when Spring starts, I start wanting to exercise, explore, try new things, etc. Today I went to the Financial District in Manhattan. One usually wouldn't find joy at the place where the Stock Market crashed, but I like that area for some reason. There are lots of stores and little bakeries, and South Street Seaport is only a short walk away. As I said, I went to a bookstore. I spent almost an hour just reading random books and wandering. Then I went to Victoria's Secret a...