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About the Oscars...

I am thinking I should have watched Million Dollar Baby...

And one of my predictions was correct: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for Best original Screenplay. GO CHARLIE!!!!!!

Thievery Corporation

I don't know what exactly was it that we were thinking last night, but despite the horrendous weather we were experiencing here in NY, Heather, Margherita, Tiffany and I still went to see Thievery Corporation at the Hiro Lounge.

The night didn't really start out at all like we originally planned it. The snow was unbearable, they never sent our tickets so we had to get there earlier than absolutely necessary and what's more, we were hungry. The only thing we could really do was eat, drink and be merry. So we did.

Then came the line....

Yes, there was a line and it was snowing like I can't even describe. The white dots in the picture are in fact snowflakes.


ana & marghe in the snow!

But like everything in life, unless things get worse they do get better and the night did get better as soon as we got in and were able to feel our toes again. I NEED TO MOVE TO ATLANTA!!! Anyway, once we got in and got all settled we each got a drink and let our fun begin!

Heather, Tiffany and Margherita enjoying a martini

The guy who was DJing before Thievery Corporation came out, Nickodemus- one of the guys from Turntables on the Hudson, was pretty good. We had a pretty good time while they were on because it gave us a chance to continue to warm up, and do a bit of mingling (which we naturally did). It was cool. Very "Sex and the Cityish". Some of us picked up married foreigners, some of us picked up single foreigners, and then some of us just chilled with everyone.

T.C. came on at about 11:30ish pm. It was awesome. Everyone was dancing and having a good time. The music was cool, the atmosphere was very chill, and at times I felt like I was back in Europe.

Eric and Nicole were definitely missed!


ana and marghie having a good time

This is the view of the dance floor from the upstairs lounge. It was very crowded. I'm not very good at estimating but my guess would be that there were about 500 people there if not more. Somewhere in there is the EXTREMELY tall Austrian guy (I think he was Austrian!) who managed to catch my attention. One would think I would learn my lesson, huh? But nooooooo...not only do they get taller, but they also hold residence in places farther away...

Thievery Corporation

Anyway, overall it was a great night. While the outside world was cold and white, we were nice and toasty in a way that only people who are partying can be. You know...We had some tequila ;) Needless to say, this morning we were a train wreck but that's the small price to pay to the party Gods!

Movies and more movies.

In an effort to save money and catch up on my movie watching (I'm REALLY behind) I have joined Blockbuster Online. As a former Netflix subscriber who was fairly satisfied with their service but that had to cancel her subscription because I don't rent enough movies to Justify $25 a month (this was like a month before they lowered their prices), I thought that I would give Blockbuster Online the benefit of the doubt more than anything because it's cheaper ($15 p/m). So I signed up, started my little movie list and two days ago I received my first movies.


The Motorcycle Diaries

I don't know if my undying love for Gael Garcia Bernal is to blame for how I feel about this movie, but I thought this movie was awesome. I don't know how close to the book it actually is, but for a movie based on a true story (Ernesto Guevara's trip through Latin America with his friend) it was surprisingly coherent and well done. The locations where the movie was shot were breathtaking. It kinda made me want to get me a Vespa and try it out but starting from here and then ending in Tierra del Fuego. But anyway, the acting was also quite good (though once again, maybe I'm biased). Gael made me believe he was really Ernesto Guevara and what's more, he made me believe that he was a REALLY good guy. The other guy was pretty good too, but I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to spend 8 months with him. EEK!

Anyway, after I saw that I watched Sky Captain and The World of Tomorrow with Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow and Angelina Jolie.


Sky Captain and
the World of Tomorrow

This movie wasn't anything particularly special. I watched it just because Jude Law and Angelina Jolie were in it, otherwise I probably wouldn't have. At first I was beyond annoyed because for the life of me I couldn't imagine why on God's name anyone would bring their daughters to see it (it is a PG film after all). The heroine (Gwyneth Paltrow) was this very diligent journalist (I'll give her that) but she was this prissy, girly, breakable thing named "Polly"that is better described as "that"- as Angelina's character does in the film. Angelina's, on the other hand, (Frankie Cook) kicked ass, in the way we have come to expect from her. Although she is in the movie for less than 10 minutes, she is the highlight of the movie, leaves a lasting impression and is a role model for our girls. Like Polly would describe Frankie in the movie "she's some kind of girl!".

One night in Paris...One day with her Sidekick.

This past few days a lot has been talked about regarding Paris Hilton's little phone hacking situation. Needless to say, I (along with the rest of humanity) saw the contact list, the emails, the messages and the pictures and I must say that I was extremely amused by it. I mean, it's Paris Hilton!

But now, as I was talking to Daniela about it (she is in the UK- apparently celebrity gossip takes a while to travel that far), I couldn't help but think about something she said:
*life is a rollercoaster = Daniela
life is a rollercoaster - and I am stuck in it says:
the coolest was "dad"
life is a rollercoaster - and I am stuck in it says:
Mr. hilton
life is a rollercoaster - and I am stuck in it says:
I just thought that sooo cute

So for the first time ever, I wondered "how do Mr. And Mrs. Hilton feel about their eldest child being the whore heiress?"

How does someone's child, who was presumably raised to be a debutante, who carries the name of someone who built an empire from nothing, explain and justify to their parents (and siblings)that they get a portion of their income from royalties of a movie named "A Night in Paris"? Or worse yet, how do you look at your parents in the face and say what we all have said, even if at time it isn't true, the world famous "it wasn't me"?

I am no socialite, or debutante, or celebrity for that matter, but I know that even if I were, it wouldn't be any easier for me to look at my mom in the face after everything she has done for me and say to her "I didn't know he was taping me!" or "I was drunk and the hot MTV VJ who happens to be a hot girl took advantage of me!"

I understand that some people have a more voracious libido than others; however, it doesn't seem necessary to me to leave prints of everyone you've been with for the world to see, so they can then judge you accordingly. There is a reason why the words "private life" include the word "private". Even if you have no shame, and are not embarrassed by the things you do, you can't say the same for your parents. Now to this you can argue "but it was her cell phone, nobody was supposed to see it." To this I say that I carry a call phone and a digital camera with me EVERYWHERE I go, and I don't leave anything incriminating on either of those things because you simply never know.

Paris Hilton is fuckt up and I'm sure that her upbringing is largely to blame for it, but I can't help myself but feel bad for her family. Because I would think that no matter how little they care, it must upset them to see their firstborn on a pop up ad with her legs wide open when they go online to check their email, or maybe stumble across pictures of a topless Paris making out with a hot girl unknown to our circles while they are looking for celebrity news.

I am not saying that sex is bad or that there is anything wrong with the practice of promiscuity (hey, to each their own!) but I do feel that it's something that should be private. Unless you are Jessica Simpson, who shares her sex life with her parents, there is really no need to go there. Parents are parents, not friends.

"I'd miss you even if we never met!"- The Wedding Date

So this weekend was a long weekend, and a slow weekend all at the same time. I was so tired that up until sunday, I didn't have much energy to do anything. Margherita came over Saturday night with every intention of making dinner, but after my little granola binge I wasn't up for food so we just watched a movie: Hope Springs.

The epitome of a shitty movie!

Let me be the first to say that this movie SUCKS! I don't know what was worse if the plot, the actors- Colin Firth, Minnie Driver and Heather Graham, or the fact that like idiots we sat there and watched the ENTIRE thing. EEK!!

On Sunday, Margherita and I had decided to walk over to Macy's and check out the sales. Because Margherita is in serious need of furniture, and I'm in serious need of curtains and a coffee table, we thought that this would be the ideal place to go to- particularly because of the Presidents' Day Sales. So we head over there...First we stopped at 3 Guys Restaurant for brunch. I don't know why they call it restaurant if it's really a diner, but anyway...then we started walking and thought that it might be cool to cross to the West Side through Central Park, so we did. Now, that probably wouldn't have taken 3 hours, except that our simple minds were quickly mesmerized by the Shakesperean Gardens and then Belvedere Castle-all adorned by The Gates.

Just your everyday Rapunzels!

Once we finally found Central Park West and left the park, we found this really cool flea market on 77 St. and Columbus Ave. We just HAD to stop there. It was cool, they were selling alot of vintage clothing, and tapestries and a lot of natural products. Being the tree-hugging-hippies we are when it comes to our food and skin care we bought all kinds of stuff. It was there that I feel in love with this really cool Indian tapestry. It's gorgeous, but I'm still thinking about it. After that we went to Starbucks, Fishs Eddy, and then we went to Urban Outfitters.

We never made it to Herald Square. We are both such hardcore shopping enthusiasts that we got distracted with all the stores along the way and made it only to 68th Street and Broadway. This is where we decided to just stop and watch a movie. Because of the time, we ended up watching The Wedding Date.

Beautiful

I'd read some less than favorable reviews about this movie from the Eberts and Roepers of the world, but I thought that although it was unrealistic as hell it was very endearing. It had some funny moments, and it also had just the right amounts of British slang (ie- bloke, chap, shag, stags and hens). Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney were just THAT cute. I think it's worth the $10.50. I'm such a sucker for those unlikely love stories...this may be 'cause I'm still waiting for my own...

Save The Plaza!

So I was at the National Association of Hispanic Journalists scholarship banquet last night at The Plaza Hotel, and I found out that this was to be one of the last functions to take place there before they turn what is in fact a NYC landmark into condos in two weeks-supposedly the most expensive condos in real state history. I was really saddened by the experience to be honest with you as The Plaza is like a symbol of NY, and it's something that's been there forever. I personally have had my share of firsts there: The first time I went to high tea, the first dinner party I ever went to with my parents, my first event as an event manager was held there, etc.

I am going to miss the place. The 600 people who are going to get laid off to make this condo idea happen will probably miss it too. Hell, even Mayor Bloomberg is against this idea! Yesterday morning over a thousand people picketed in protest (read about it here). Though I wasn't there, I'd like to join in this protest.

SAVE THE PLAZA!!!





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The evils of society

At times when I have nothing to do, I like to take time to read other people’s blogs. More often than not, I find this to be a nice, pleasurable experience. Even if I don’t know who the authors of said blogs are, it’s nice to read what they have to say about anything and everything. This I try to do with an open mind because since I know first hand what is like to be treated unfairly and not given the benefit of the doubt by people who may not even know you, I wouldn’t want to treat someone the way I was treated. By the same token, even when I feel the need to give my two cents regarding someone else’s blog I justify my reasoning to myself, to the world, and most importantly to the author.

That said, I was reading someone’s blog today and I was appalled by what I read. What seemed to have been written as a well intentioned essay, with its accusations and snobbery (you know, the whole I-am-better-than-you-because-I-do-this syndrome) ended up being nothing more than a self-indulgent accusation.

Someone said that you are you and your circumstances (to be totally honest I have no idea of who it was). How can somebody who doesn’t have the slightest idea of what your circumstances are address the way you should lead your life? How can somebody say you are horrible person for doing something (or considering it anyway) if they don’t know how many other really positive things you may have done?

My mom always says that charity begins at home (though I’m pretty sure someone else said it first). I agree with that statement fully. Sure, it is important to worry about what’s going on in the world, and I do, and I truly care because no matter how crappy a place or how tough a place has it, it’s someone’s home; however, before I give Sally Struthers 85 cents a day so she can feed someone in Zimbabwe (sorry Fadzai!), I much rather spend $3 a day feeding the homeless guy who has spent the entire winter sleeping on the steps of the school in front of my building, or I rather continue to give money to Doctors Without Borders, who work in places where nobody will want to go. Instead of worrying about problems that may never go away, I rather give a hand in rebuilding, in real time help. I help who I can; but sad though it may be, you can’t save everybody.

Oh and if somewhere in the process I feel the desire to spend $600 on a suit, or a bag, or shoes, I don’t see what the big deal is. Hell, I think Angelina Jolie is a saint for the work she does and she owns gowns worth more than I’ll make in the next 6 months combined! This doesn’t make her a bad person…it’s good to want things and to work for them. I work hard for my money, and an investment like that for me (as much as I like to shop) is a very rare occurrence. If someone needs to be badmouthed, we should badmouth the Paris Hiltons of the world who really do have the ability to make a difference but don’t.

Let’s inform people of the evils of the world, but let’s not point fingers or place blame where there is really none. You can live a life of luxury and be charitable at the same time. The problem exists only when you take and give nothing. The problem exists when you don’t even pay attention.

Bloomberg @ BB King

God, I am so tired!!!! I have had a very busy week- and it's not over yet!

Last night I was at BB King at a campaign party hosted by NYC's Mayor Bloomberg. It was a pretty good party with an amazing turnout. I was really impressed. Joe (my boss) and I stayed there for a while, and after we hung out with "The Team" for a bit, and showed our support to Bloomberg, we went on our merry way.

Lately I've been feeling like I am doomed to forever be a part of someone's campaign. I guess that coming from a long line of civil servants, it's something that's second nature to me. But in any case, it's something that I have fun doing, even though it requires A LOT of work.

Anyway, here are some pictures from the event...and you know the deal, if you live in NY don't forget to VOTE FOR MIKE IN 2005!!!!

hahahaha

V-day sucked.

Well, my Valentine's Day sucked royally. I worked late and by the time I got home I hated the world. Luckily though, Dan and Charlie came over and Dan made us a very tasty dinner: Grilled chicken and whole wheat penne. Yummie!

Of course, to make ourselves feel better about our dateless selves, it was necessary that we acoompanied that with Vodka, and then ate chocolate covered maltballs from Dylan's Candy Bar (I know, I am obsessed!).

I also rented a couple of movies:

The Princess Diaries 2:
A Royal Engagement

I know this wasn't exactely the best selection all things being considered, but apparently there were A LOT of people who stayed in around my neighborhood that day so Blockbuster was practically empty.

But it was a very cute movie- though I like the first one better.


Coffee and Cigarrettes

I still haven't seen this movie (luckily there are no more late fees!) but with a name like that I couldn't help but rent it! Coffee and Cigarrettes: The Story of my life.

on Valentines...

Every year I send some form of Valentine to everyone in my address book. Sometimes said Valentines are sweet and loving and then sometimes they are violent and angry; but at least everyone gets something that serves as somewhat of an indication of how I am feeling that particular year.
This year, however, I am not going to send anything. It seems unnecessary. I’ll just truly hope (and hope is a VERY strong force) that everyone is happy, well and spending today just like they hoped they would, and if not, at least have the reassurance that someone, somewhere is thinking about them...even if that is just me.

About The Gates...

So I went to see The Gates in Central Park this weekend, and as cool as the whole idea seemed (you know, 23 miles of Park space covered in orange), I think that the whole project was over rated. It was a very original idea, I have to give props to Christo and Jeanne- Claude for that; however, I think (and some people I spoke to about it agreed) that it would have been a far more aesthetically pleasing experience had they selected a better color or a variety of colors …But then again, this just might be because we don’t like orange.

In any case, if you can, you all should go check it out-after all, this was a project 26 years in the making, and what’s more, even if like me, you don’t really like orange, it gives you an excuse to go out and enjoy the park.

Oh! and once you are done with that, you should head on over to my new favorite fast-food eatery: Better Burgers NYC. The food is fabulous, healthy, and it looks deliciously junk-like.

Charlie.

In the midst of yet another night made up of yummie food and pumpkin pie, Charlie saw his godparents together for the first time.


meet the godparents: me and big gay Chris


charlie

Oh! they grow so fast!!!!

The Gates at Central Park

The Gates in Central Park: Feb. 12-27

On children...

I hate people. I do. And when I think I don't, then something happens to make me hate people all over again...

This past week, the media has been inundated with stories about parents torturing children, killing children, locking children up for years, raping and molesting children, and most recently throwing their newborn children out the window of a moving car (though this one turned out to be a hoax).

What kind of people would do such a thing????

When I read news stories like that I get all kinds of angry and I really wish that all of those sick twisted people who call themselves parents, would be locked up and tortured forever in a very Dante Alghieri in the Inferno kind of way. If you don't want your child, or you can't take care of it, there are ways to get around it without injuring a life!

How could someone be so monstrous as to threaten the life of their own flesh and blood?

I hate people. And I think that the world is a very unfair place. I would LOVE to have a child but I can't (at least it'll take me a bit of effort so not for now) and there are people in the world with children who are literally ready to throw them out the window.

Why have a child if you are not suited to be a parent?
Why kill your child if you no longer want it?

Above all things our society needs to learn to respect human life. I am particularly sensitive about innocent lives (ie- children and animals). It is important that we protect those who can't take care of themselves, and what's more, try to be the kind of parent (or significant adult influence), who will teach their children by example, to be good parents, to be respectful of life, and to love the way they were loved.

About me.

I saw this on Bracuta's blog and I thought it was cool, so I'll shamelessly copy it as I think it's a good way to get an idea of the kind of people we are.

::::::: bold the sentences ::::::
001. I miss somebody right now.
003. I love olives.
004. I love sleeping.
008. I've done something illegal.
009. I've watched porn movies.
012. I like my handwriting.
015. I curse frequently.
016. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
017. I have a hobby.
018. I've been to another country.
020. I'm really, really smart.
026. I need money right now.
027. I love sushi.
028. I talk really, really fast sometimes.
029. I have fresh breath in the morning.
032. I have at least one brother and/or sister.
033. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
037. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
038. I like the way that I look. = I love it =P
039. I have lied to a good friend in the past 6 months.
040. I know how to do cornrows.
043. I think prostitution should be legalized.
045. I have cheated on a significant other.
046. I have a hidden talent.
048.I've been sexually intimate with LESS than ten people.
049. I am currently single.
050. I have kissed someone of the same sex.
051. I enjoy talking on the phone.
053. I love to shop.
054. I would rather shop than eat.
056. I am a college graduate.
059. I'm a pretty good dancer.
060. I have at least one tattoo.
062. I have a cell phone.
065. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
068. I've rejected someone before.
070. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
071. I want to have children in the future.
074. I bite my nails.
077. I have a lot to learn.
083. I have been rejected by someone.
089. I love my best friends
092. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist.
096. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
098. I have dated a close friend's ex.
101. I've had a crush on somebody I've never met.
102. I've kissed someone I knew I shouldn't.
103. I play a musical instrument.
104. I strongly dislike math.
105. I'm procrastinating on something right now.
106. I own and use a library card.
107. I fall in "lust" more than in "love."
111. I am resentful that I have to grow up.
113. I think the world would be a better place if people just smiled more often.
115. I am suffering from a broken heart.
119. I try not to change who I am for someone.
121. I have had sex with someone I was not in a relationship with.
122. I enjoy smoothies.
126. Some people call me by a nickname.
127. I have fired a gun and liked it.
128. I like pumpkin pie.
136. I have a tendency to fall for the wrong people, or have them fall for me, so I can't help but reciprocate.
137. I have done drugs other than Alcohol or Cannabis
139. I'm having trouble sleeping.
140. I am a cuddler.
143. I have adopted an accent for an entire day.
146. I start a lot of craft projects and leave them incomplete for a long time.
147. I have a voracious libido.
149. I love to read.
150. I like Nighttime more than Daytime.
151. I have an eclectic taste in music
152. My hair never stays the same for an extended period of time.
156. I think people with tattoos are sexy.
157. I am a writer

The Way I see It #17

The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On ocassion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no"- they may not be smart enough to say "yes".

--Keith Olbermann
Broadcast journalist and host
of MSNBC's Countdown with Keith Olbermann


*Source: Starbucks coffee cup

Chicken wings and beer

Football: A bunch of barbarians kicking each others butts.
Superbowl Sunday: 1. An American tradition in which the vast majority of the male population of the U.S proceeds to act like hooligans in order to celebrate the ultimate display of athletic barbarism. 2. An advertiser’s dream.
*Source: Ana's brain.

I have to say, I was kind of looking forward to watching the Superbowl last night complete with beer drinking and buffalo wing eating (I was being coerced by my employer to do so for the commercials) but unfortunately I didn’t get around to it.

Yesterday it was absolutely gorgeous outside so I decided to go for a very long walk. I stopped by the supermarket, then by Starbucks, and then by Betsey Johnson. AHHHH!!! I hate to spend money but I love to buy things. Can someone please explain that one to me?? Daniela called me a shopaholic this morning. I am beginning to think that this description may not be so far away from the truth… Now I wonder if I can make my shopping tax-deductible….Hmmmm….

Anyway, after my walk, I went back home in the hopes that I would get to relax for a while before the game. I did. And then I got a headache. So like at 4 something I took 4 advils in the hopes that by game time my headache would have been gone, but what happened was that I fell asleep and I missed the entire game. Figures, huh? But on the upside, I didn’t care all that much. After not sleeping for a week, sleep in any form is welcome. If I were to turn into a narcoleptic right now, I would be okay with it. Plus I saved myself a whole lot of calories.

The only downside to missing the whole Superbowl experience was that I missed out on my chance of scoping out potential V-day dates. But then again, that would have been too easy.

But I hear the Patriots won the game. That’s too bad. Some of us here in New York feel that Boston is winning too much. May the Yankees reclaim the World Series, and may ANYBODY but New England win the Superbowl next year…I doubt we will have to worry about them kicking ass in any other sport ;)

Nice weather-wholesome fun

So since Fabian and I didn't get to hang out like we had planned Friday night, we made a day of it on Saturday. After I went to my Phoilosophy class and grocery shopping, he came to meet me in my apartment, and after that, we proceeded to do standard NYC touristy stuff. He had gone to the Statue of Liberty earlier in the day, so we went to E*A*T Cafe for lunch, and then walked down Madison and up Fifth Avenue all the while we stopped at pretty much every other store.

Because the weather was so great, we even did the Central Park thing. That was my favorite part of the day in all honesty. It was cool.


Fabian & I in Central Park

After that, we had planned to go that evening, but you know how it is...We agreed to take an hour nap and I guess an hour became more like six because next thing I knew my phone was going off an at ungodly hour to even start getting ready. So I slept and I slept like a baby!!!

In this case, food IS shelter.

So Dan, Ian and I went to the opening of Urs Fischer's show at the gallery where we were joined by the lovely Margherita and Marco. I have to say that I wouldn't be surprised if my artistic streak came out from hanging out with all of these artist types! Anyway, the exhibition was very cool. That guy may be onto something.

His materpiece, or at least the highlight of the show, was this life size house made out of bread. The man gave new meaning to the words "food and shelter".


Urs Fischer's masterpiece: A house built with bread. The
roof was made of focaccia, the columns of baguette, and
the walls were mini-baguettes I guess :)

I would have taken more pictures, but I got in trouble.

Oh and apparently, Dan's striking resemblance to Joey Fatone wasn't in his imagination. He got stalked all over the gallery by this crazy woman with a camcorder who kept calling him a liar because he wouldn't admit to being Joey Fatone. hahahahaha

After that experience, it was necessary that we ate and drank the way God intended us to: We went to Caliente Cab and had tacos and caipirinhas. Mr. Fabian didn't turn up until like 1am and well, while we did our thing, he was over at the Whiskey Blue lounge, where he claims he didn't have a good time. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Dreams for an insomniac

I need sleep REALLY bad. For the third time this week I have gotten absolutely no sleep. Quitting afternoon coffee hasn’t helped, and quitting tea as well. I tried melatonine, alcohol, sheep counting and prayer all to no avail. I have wasted countless hours of valuable sleep, tossing, turning and pondering the meaning of life and I don’t like it! Pretty soon I’ll start hallucinating and I’ll turn into one of those freakish people wondering around whose own names they can’t even remember!

My plan for tonight is to go to bed REALLY late, which shouldn’t be so hard considering I’m going to the opening of Urs Fischer’s show at Margherita’s gallery and then I get to hang out with Daniela’s flat mate, Fabian, who is visiting NY on business from the UK. From what I hear, the guy is quite a party animal. Lucky me! I feel like the unofficial tour guide of everyone looking for entertainment in NYC- even people I have never actually met.

I just ate the best tasting oatmeal cookie I’ve had in a very long time. Although the fine people of Pax manage to get my salads wrong every single day of the week, they never screw up the cookies. THANK GOD! Lately I seem to be eating a lot of sweets. I really should cut that out, seeing how that’s hardly healthy. For a week straight I was going to Dylan’s Candy Bar every single day looking for those dark chocolate covered malt balls I like so much (okay I was seriously PMSing) and then just when I thought I had gotten my desire for chocolate out of my system (or at least under control), my new buddy Eddie proceeded to introduce me to the kick ass chocolate-chocolate cake drowned in chocolate syrup from Teodora last night. Yummie. So good! Maybe the reason I’m not sleeping is because lately I seem to be living on a permanent sugar high…hmmmmmmm

Well anyway, I noticed that my poor blog is looking like it’s in desperate need of some pictures. I have stuffed my camera in my bag along with the other 800 useless things I have in there, and I am on a mission to take more pictures from now on. Be on the look out for those! This weekend will be very action-packed…I hope I document it well : )

In the meantime keep on swimming, keep on swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming.

Today was a good day.

"I lean against the wind, pretending I am weightless and at this moment I feel happy. I wish you were here"- Incubus: Wish you were here

Sometimes you sit there and talk to people and you find yourself caught up in a moment that you wish you could you put there in your book of memories so you can look back and think "damn! I had it so good!" That’s how I felt tonight. It was strange. Tonight I went to Cosi with Kristhina, my oldest friend. Although tonight had been planned for about a week, I had absolutely no idea that there, with someone I’ve known for so longI would find myself in such a state of bliss just catching up. It was great. We talked about everything from what we had been doing since the last time we saw each other to what our plans for the future are and what the psychic says is coming (well, that was just me). I don’t think I ever felt so comfortable and free talking to another woman, and yet, at the end of the evening I understood why that was:
When our outing was over and we walked over to the subway, I saw us both each on opposite ends of the platform. I was about to take 6 train uptown to 86th streeat and she was taking the 6 train down to Grand Central. Both of our trains came at the same time. It was then that I realized that even though we were going to different places we were taking the same train at the same time and we were leaving from the same place. That’s how our lives always have been, and I suspect they always will be; however, we are always looking for each other across the platform and we never let the other one get left behind.

When I was 12 years old I found a friend. Sometimes it has taken us a while to find our station. But at 25 I am grateful I have her.

"Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame we had to part. Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the stars."- Coldplay: The Scientist

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about He-who-must-not-be-named (not Lord Valdemort!), and after months of wishing that he would get ran over by a UPS truck who would then proceed to hit reverse, I think that I am done mourning his loss. It took me a long while to come to terms with the idea that, at least for now, he is not a part of my life. But at least I finally got there. I mean, don’t get me wrong (God I hope he isn’t reading this!) I don’t think I’ll ever shake the feeling that I lost the best thing to ever happen to me; however, I know that there is nothing to be gained by living in a perpetual state of undeserved punishment. If it’s not working now, it’s probably because, at least for now, it’s simply not meant to be.

"Can’t think of anything to do, my left brain knows all love is fleeting. She is just looking for something new..."- The White Stripes: I Fell in Love With a Girl

So I have allowed myself to rejoin the rest of the single world and *gasp* started dating. Lately I’ve met some pretty interesting guys who are willing to take a chance on me (a few have been really convincing in their opening arguments), so who am I to think that I can pass up on such great opportunities just so I can continue to obsess over the one who got away? Exactly. Let the games begin.

"When I say out loud I wanna get out of this, I wonder, is there anything I am going to miss. I wonder how’s it going to be when you don’t know me?"- Third Eye Blind: How Is It Going To Be?

Recently I took a hiatus from a long term friendship that had some real meaning in my life. It was a college friendship in my adult life. Although I had been having issues with this friendship for a while (as was the other party involved) I always wondered what life would be like once this happened, because it was inevitable that it should. It really is possible for people to start looking at life from angles that simply don’t mesh well together!

Well, although the issue hasn’t really affected me as much as I expected it would, lately I’ve found myself wondering why I don’t miss more of it. Don’t get me wrong, I miss certain aspects that I would never consider replacing because it would feel like buying a cheap knock-off (which I would NEVER do), but on the most part I just feel like it was something that once was but it no longer is. I don’t feel sad, or mad, or even bad about it, I just feel somewhat numb.

I never really knew this, but you never stop loving someone just because you walk away. Although this is really aggravating for a number of reasons, I am glad I still fell the way I do. If someone was important to me for a minute of my life, they’ll continue to be important to me forever. At the end of the day, no matter what happens, this person can call me their friend.

"They say I’m crazy but I really don’t care. That’s my prerogative."-Britney Spears: My Prerogative

Recently someone who REFUSED to believe that I was as normal as the rest of humanity and who INSISTED on bashing me without knowing so much as my first name (damn internet people! Hahahaha), decided to befriend me. I think he was pleasantly surprised because after 30something e-mails his interest in conversation had peaked. Well, welcome to my life! May we be good to each other and may we ALWAYS keep our word.

That said, I think I wrote enough for tonight...I hope you got a kick out of the song lyrics.

Xox-
annush

Groundhog Day!

And the groundhog said:

SPRING IS ON ITS WAY...WINTER IS OVER IN SIX WEEKS!!

Woo Hoo!!!

...and to think I had already started looking for a place in Atlanta...

Where are you going?

Where Are You Going-DMB

Where are you going, with your long face pulling down?

Don’t hide away, like an ocean

But you can’t see, but you can smell

And the sound waves crash down

I am no superman

I have no answers for you

I am no hero, oh that’s for sure

But I do know one thing for sure

Is where you are, is where I belong

I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?

Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?

If along the way you are growing weary,

you can rest with me until a brighter day

It’s okay, where are you going, where do you go?

I am no superman

I have no answers for you

I am no hero, oh that’s for sure

But I do know one thing for sure

Is where you are, is where I belong

I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?

Are you looking for answers, where do you go?

Where are you going?Where do you go?Let’s go.