Archive for the 'self-important rambling' Category

This American Life

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I’ve lived in New York for nine months and I can finally say that I feel settled.
I’d characterize my first two months as taxing, but calm. I didn’t know many people, so I came home everyday after work. And I had already given myself a disorientation allowance, so it felt normal to feel not-normal.
The next [...]

Six in the City

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Tonight, the city pauses for its first snowfall of the year.
Six inches are expected and, for me, that means it is the perfect night to stay in. Though I will say that I’m astonished at the temps back home and how uncomfortably low they are, people in New York are taken aback whenever I complain [...]

I am dissatisfied with people tonight.

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

I DO NOT get the bitchy girl thing.
Being from a clan of affable Midwesterners, I just don’t see the purpose of being rude right upfront.
I mean, if you’re going to be all Judgy McJudgerson, wait until you at least have the valid ammo.
I encountered two such people last night and I’m fairly positive that I [...]

Questions? I’m Sending You Out Into the Universe Tonight.

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Though I used to don a pair of heels to work, I was forced to jump ship after the 2nd day. I’ve been wearing flats ever since, but my toes are still slightly swollen. What gives?
Remember that “Oooh, feels good to be challenged” post? I’m over it. It sucks to lose that comfortable feeling and [...]

Scratch That

Monday, September 7th, 2009

A new school year.
Freshly sharpened pencils? Check.
New book bag? Check?
School crush?
Also, check.
I was all set to elaborate on the pros/cons of my New-Situation-Crush. (I always end up with one of those.) But then this weekend happened.
And I think I’m over it.
Let’s rewind.
Tony is cute. He’s Italian (and therefore dark-skinned) and a pretty smart guy. He’s [...]

A Word About the Dirt in my Fingernails

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

I clipped my nails as short as is healthy and safe (and still cute) in recent days. I know this city is as dirty as advertised not by a scan of the streets and avenues (Okay, well. Not JUST by a scan of the streets and avenues.) but by the amount of dirt that would [...]

Getting Up Close and Personal

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

Almost done decorating my bedroom…

The headboard still seems out of place, but… eh.
I decided that the painting is my Fa Mulan, warrior woman. To give strength. And to justify the purchase.
I’m pretty sure I can hear her singing, “Whooo is that girl Iiiii see? Staring straight back at me. When will my reflection show who [...]

Memories From My Youth: Purple, Monkeys, Kit Kats

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

I spoke a different language in high school.
Well, yeah - I sort of spoke French.
Vous avez de gros pieds!
See?
I’m not talking about the kind of language you learn in class. I’m talkin’ ’bout
the language of cliques.
And I had a clique. Oh yes. I did. Hush yourself - you did, too.
Oh, the days of leaving someone [...]

The Letter: Part II

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

First of all, apologies for being the absentee internet friend. I’m really frustrated with my inconsistent internet connection. Since it is stolen internet, however, I have no real grounds for complaining. So, here I sit - earbuds in, sipping my iced coffee - at the local Dunn Bros. I am going to type and save [...]

Another Solid Thing About Summer

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

I love sleeping with my window pushed open.
The machiney-sound of cars driving by and the entirely-too-loud chorus of people eating ice cream across the street at Sebastian Joe’s is a comfort.
Maybe I like knowing that there is no possible way I could be alone in the world.
Mmmm and Hm.