Im The Biggest Boss That You've Seen Thus Far.

 

On Friday night Me, E, KBeau and LA saw Rick Ross in concert. Holy Shit. Dopest concert I've seen in a minute. Not only did he literally play EVERY. FREAKIN. BANGER. HE'S. EVER. MADE. But he also had SO many effin guests show up on stage.

Literally.... Wale and Ace Hood came out and did that "No Hands" song (which, hello... I could work a pole to.) And then a few minutes later, BAM: John Legend for "Magnificent". The BAM: Busta Rhymes, then Akon.... like. it was bananas. 

Rick Ross from my Blackberry.... yessir.

I am getting so excited for the summer concerts because last summer def. delivered. I'll keep posting as concert tickets are bought.

Also, I miss you, blog world. true life.... so I'm gonna do better because I should be posting. I mean.... I really should...

Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last.

2010 had it's highs. And there were certainly some lows. It's crazy because I know that in the next year so much is going to change in my life. For starters, I'll be graduating in May.... from graduate school. It's fucking nuts to me because, I mean, for a major chunk of college I didn't know how I was going to graduate (High school too, for that matter.) So, I have a little bit a pride, and a shit load of "what am I supposed to do now" feelings. Another major? I'll be turning twenty-five. The other night I had this moment where I called myself "twenty-four" and was confused as to if it was true or not. So.... obviously reaching quarter-life is going to be intense... but it's welcomed. Something else? It will soon be time to make big-girl choices about things like, where I will live next year...and living alone again. Dental insurance, and a savings account. Paying my credit card off and learning how to do my taxes. Included in this is the overall "taking-care-of-myself" which includes a proper diet, regular exercise (because another thing that allegedly happens at age twenty-five? Metabolism falls off. damn.)

I know there is so much to look forward to, like having the time to date? see a show on a weekday? get back 5pm-9am? Not write a paper? Be less poor? Also... There's something about being 23 & 24 in NYC as a student... and being 25 & 26 as an adult with a job, in NYC. I feel like I had a taste of it last summer and I literally would love even one ounce of that life back.... But I won't lie. It's scary as shit and I don't even know what the fuck happens on 1/1/11// except I guess a chapter closes? Another one opens??

I don't know, but I've never been more ready.

Hello 2011.

New York City.

Saw this shirt at Urban Outfitters.
Nothing could be more true.

K.O Kid: Video From the Road.

Amazing. He has a show TONIGHT in BROOKLYN at JELANI in Clinton Hill.... so.... if you're in the NYC area, get there. It's going to be a sick show.

Impromptu Piercing.

After seeing a play in the West Village on Saturday night, I decided to get a little addition.... in the form of my 11th piercing. Ah. I think it's cute and it's healing well. Here's to spontaneity!

Concerts: fall/winter 2010

The concert-going bug of the summer has not died with the school year starting. I swear, hands down one of the best things about New York are the shows, and the events.... Just another tally mark in the "yes-I'm-absolutely-staying-here-after-I-graduate" column.

So far on the calender:

He's taping for his upcoming HBO special, and the Apollo which is like.... right in my neighborhood. Treat!

I fell in LOVE with Lissie when i heard her covers of "pursuit of Happiness" and "Bad Romance" so I was so so excited to see that she was coming to New York!

YUP. Ya DAMN right. I got these tickets the minute the went on sale.

Super excited about La Roux.... their mix tape with Major Lazer has been on constant repeat.

I'm also trying to see Wicked, Rent, and possibly Dave Matthews (again)..... we'll see.

NC to NYC transplants.

The other week I went to a Chiddy Bang concert in Brooklyn. Excellent Show, freakin fun night, but that's not the point, What was so super awesome was when this girl rolls in.

Um. YAY. BKE finally made her way North and is taking up residence in Brooklyn. It was def. one of those funny moments because my memories of bke are all Raleigh, Pi Phi related, but it was bad ass to see her in New York and obviously we plan to rendezvous again, asap.

Where you at?

Oh Heyyyy. There's SM and RSJ. There's SM and RSJ and "me." There's SM grabbing my invisible right tit b/c she's grabby like that. Besides the obvious.... I'm missing. And there is the theme of my blog this summer: Where the fuck you at, SeshInTheCity? Where the fuck you at?

From the way my blog looks, I'm dead. From the way my posts look, I'm miserable. But The truth is, my summer has been the shit so far and like.... this is New York (and Brooklyn, and Baltimore, and Jersey....) and I'm 24 and I am like.....in the prime of my life, so I've sucked at posting lately.

The plan: I'm gonna start posting again. And I wanna post all of the stuff from June because there were some sick ass weekends in there... so there will be some past and some present, and the usual fashion/music/other mess that I like to throw in there from time to time. So like.... if any one still reads this (preesh) I'm gonna post so much you're sick of me. So. What upppp I'm back.

Twenty-fourth.

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Sorry for Partying.

This note was left, presumably for E, after Morgs passed out in our bathroom floor. The story that lead up to this is epic, and I need a couple of days to get all the details straight, but.... DC-Meg, K.beau, Morgs and myself were all the way turnt up last weekend... story coming soon!

Food-to-Go.

Living in New York is awesome, but, being car-less and on foot all the time leads to some crap-hole situations---one of those is grocery shopping. So, I guess one of my favorite things on earth is this grocery delivery service, Fresh Direct. I ordered groceries on my lunch break last Friday and they were delivered on Saturday Morning. Its nice because they always have fresh produce, tons of organic stuff, vegan shit for my sister, and the junk that I love (pickles, pudding, pink lemonade!)
We went from a sad, empty fridge, full of over-ripe veggies and condiments to a packed fridge in a few minutes, and I love that. Now, if only I could have someone cook me some dank meals...

Law & Order SVU

Monday was almost ruined if it wasn't for this. I mean, it rained all day, my co-workers jockin me, for the first time I wanted punch my boss in the face...you know, all in all, a whack day.
So I'm walking home all down-and-out until I saw my block sprinkled in orange flyers about parking restrictions. When I got in the door I found this:
How bad ass, Law & Order SVU is shooting on my block all day Wednesday! Now, I'm biased to Criminal Intent because Bobby Gorin is my baby daddy, but SVU? I can digg it. I hope to idle around long enough to see Ice-T.

Down for the Cause.

As I have mentioned before, my internship is with BronxWorks Homeless Outreach Team. I work with street homeless adults, to get permanent housing. I currently have 12 clients. One of which I just moved into his apartment (nice!) another with a submitted housing package, and 2 others on their way as well. It's a lot of work, but I have honestly never cared about, or believed in a social service agency as much as I do BronxWorks. The commitment to the homeless by DHS (dept. of Homeless Services) and my agency is amazing. It funny because I know me.... and sometimes I surprise myself by how much I care about my clients.

So, Tomorrow night is the annual Hope Count in New York City, and I'm going to be participating, at the Lehman College site. I'll be working with my supervisor (who I'm still trying to make out with) as a Team Leader.

What it is: from 10pm on Monday, to 4am on Tuesday morning, the volunteers are all split up into different zones throughout the prospective boroughs. They have to comb through the area, surveying for homeless people. If you find someone, of course you'd get all their information and then refer the for service. The catch is that DHS has decoy homeless people placed through the zones--- so like, if you miss a decoy, you suck at outreach and your borough starts to rack up points. You want a low number, You want to find everyone.

Afterwards, The number found is calculated and ran through some crazy math algorithm to decide exactly how many street homeless individuals are in the area. Duh, you want a low score, and you want to show a decrease in people in the street.

This is so important on so many levels.... but primarily, people should not be living in the street.
We have had a ton of placements this month alone, and really, the streets seem pretty clear. The fact that it's going to rain tomorrow night will help keep people off the street, but it's a little warm, at 37 degrees...so, we'll see. I'm pretty excited.

So, Tomorrow night I'll be doing tunnels, bridges, abandon cars, and any where else that would make decent shelter on a rainy January Night. I hope to get some pictures, which I'll totally post.


More about Hope Count here. oh, and here.
To read about how HOT did last year, check it out here.





Image via NYC.gov

Local Find: Tara Lea

The other Night E and I went to this place called Parkside Lounge on the Lower East Side. They had some amazing live music that night. While I was really feeling everyone, the last performer was fucking amazing. So, obviously I talked to her afterwards.


This is Tara Lea. Chick is only 20 years old. Shes got amazing pipes and her lyrics are the kind where you're all like "How does she know my life?" She plays guitar and piano and was also a really down to earth girl. I plan to catch her next show in a couple of weeks.

Check her out: here

and here's a you tube:

Photographs

I think my brother, Kenneth (not his name, just a deep rooted joke, but I have probably called him by his government like 5 times in the last 5 years.) is the best thing pretty much on earth, so everything he does is perfect in my eyes (awww). He got a nice camera a year ago for Christmas and does a great job documenting all of my family's National Lampoon's-esque trips and gatherings. Those are a few he took during my families pre-christmas visit to New York.

Also this picture of my dad is divine. So awkward, so typical Frank, I love it.

cookie monster and elmo in the back. great. hahahahaha


(credit: F.K.H)

Who Will Stop the Rain?

It's been raining on and off since Friday. That's a lot of rain seeing as today is Wednesday. Now, in general I don't have a problem with rain. I always feel bad for the plants and animals when it doesn't rain.... but now, I just feel bad for myself, haha. New York sorta sucks when it's raining because it's still sort or gross. Like mud on stuff, wet seats, wet trash. just wet. Not to be a debbie downer, I still adore it here and, I mean, each place has there thing... at home sometimes it so hot and humid I remember feeling like there was no way to even go to my car. Anyways, things are very hectic for me, as I'm sure they are for everyone else, but I have some posts drafted and I work on them from time to time, so look forward to that. I'm got some stories... hahaha.

Oh, and let me let you in on a secret. I'm sorta short, but only because I have short legs. the drawbacks? I look like a little kid splashing around in the insanely tall rain boots. The benefits? I regularly buy shirts in an XL, belt them and, ta-da! it's a tunic (or a dress in the summer and I'm skankin.) I had to exchange some impulse buys at Old Navy and had a lil somethin to burn. I saw the white shirt I'm wearing today on the sale rack for $6.00. In my real size it was a cute long blouse for like, over jeans, but with leggings, sorry, you need to cover your booty (unless you're a model or somehow have overcome the overwhelming "i'm naked!" feeling you get when you first try out leggings-for-pants). So this shirt in an XL made for the perfect booty curtain!

Just thought I'd drop that lil life lesson on ya, keep the knowledge flowin. hahaha.

Tunic-- Old Navy
Belt-- Forever 21
Boyfriend Cardigan-- H&M
Leggings-- American Apparel
Rain Boots-- Hunter

It's effing cold here.

New York, I respect you. You and your beast weather. Ya'll, it's cold here. The wind is howling, the rain is cold and falling, and I'm struggling. I have had my friend Kelly, who is from Wisconsin, as well as the banker give me many lessons in appropriate layering... and I'm working on it. it's all trial and error. So, today:

Got the Knee Socks goin on.....
Tank,+ Long-Sleeved Tee
Throw a button down on top...
Some Jeans......
Final Outfit.

Plus Scarf, gloves, and Jacket... I should survive the day. (I hope)

Tank-- Old Navy

Gray Tee-- Target

Button up--- H&M

Zip-Up-- The Gap

Jeans---Seven for all Mankind

Socks---Rocawear

Shoes---Clarks

Headin down South, to the land of the Pine...

I am going to North Carolina this weekend! I am honestly so excited. I haven't spent this much time away from Frank and Cynthia since like, 2005. My cousin is getting married in Charlotte on Saturday, so I'm flying in to RDU Friday AM, driving down to Charlotte and will back in the triangle on Sunday AM, flying out at 4:00 that afternoon. I'm extra excited because SM's grandparents live in Charlotte and RSJ is like 2 hours away, so they are going to meet me in Charlotte for a little mini catching up.

There is so much I miss about home, the weather, the food, my friends and family and other random creature comforts... but I'm still absolutely positive that I'm where I'm supposed to be.

Things up here couldn't be better. School is going well, busy, but manageable. My field placement is intense but I am loving it so far. E and I get along wonderfully (!!) and have gotten into a great routine at home. I love the fact that she's a good cook, she's got me more invested in my health, and because of her I'm not eating saltines and pickles for lunch, and popcorn and beer for dinner anymore.

I absolutely love my friends up here. They are some of the best girls I could have asked for in terms of new friends in a new place. This past weekend we spent it shopping in Soho and then went up to the Bronx where Morgan lives and hung out up there.

And the Banker... ah... the banker. He spent the weekend in Philadelphia with some college friends. I'll see him today and I'm pumped because I am so insanely busy that I cancelled on him twice last week and I haven't seen him since last Tuesday...

So clearly I owe some much better posts or else this blog is gonna end up sucking pretty hard. But... I need to scoot, gotta get myself together and make it to the Bronx by 8.... I'm meeting with all 3 of my clients today!

Top Weekend

Well, another weekend has come and gone. This was an amazing one because SM was here to visit me! I haven't seen her in over a month and, for us, thats a terrible stretch. We had jam packed days of meeting friends, running around the city, Canal street, Top Shop, braving the rain, and a Drag Show. I had a wonderfully fun weekend and all in all it made me miss home even more. I am so excited to fly down in October for my cousins wedding. The above picture is of SM and I with 3 of my CUSSW friends.

Oh... and yes, SM met the banker. He hung out on Friday night for a long while and again on Saturday. He had nothing but positives to say about her (but who could have anything negative to say?!) and I certainly hope she liked him too, but if she didn't I know she will tell me. Thats the beauty of real friends, you know how big a deal it is to introduce them to a boy because the real friends will keep it funky with you and have no problem saying "Girl don't date that guy" if they get red flags, whether they are superficial or deep rooted problems, your homegirls always know. I'm not sweatin over here though. He has won E's approval and all of my city friends can't get enough of him... so, we'll see, right?

I can't believe it's Monday already... I'm still exhausted from last week :( I'll be back to blogging this week now that I've got myself on an excellent schedule (I think)

Homesickness?

So I know I haven't updated in a minute, and that sucks. It's mainly because,

a) I don't have anything new to say. ya'll know I am broke, you know I need to shop, you know I need to decorate, you know I like a boy.

b) my schedule is so whack right now. Like, I'm still not sure what it is that I'm doing in New York. The School if Social Work is effing amazing, they are starting us off very slowly because in a week my whole life is will be played when I am running around the Bronx 3 times a week with my clients and trying to balance a social life (which CUSSW promotes) and my school work. I guess I should relish in this slow start and all the down time....

The other side of it is this weird thing that is happening to me from time to time. When I left home I literally thought I was going to die at the airport. SM and RSJ took E and I and me (a complete non-crier) absolutely could not lock it up. However, by the time we got to our gate I was more or less cleaned up. When I got to New York the first week I was shocked that I wasn't melting down left and right. Everything was SO confusing, couldn't figure out how to get anywhere, or where to even go. It was hot, I was over walking, etc, etc. That passed too.

The thing is there are times I find myself the most homesick. It has happened 3 times here so far and it happens directly after something uncomfortable and unhappy happens here. Example: E and I got into our first fight about 10 days in (surprised we made it that long??) By the time the evening came around and I got on the phone with my dad all I could do was revert back to the 11 year old girl of yester-year-- unable to process anything, so I went crying to Daddy "I just want to come home." Luckily Frank is a no nonsense type and the "Seshie, I can't understand you if you choose to cry instead of speak" will always snap me out of it. I suspect it's that phrase that is the underlying motivator for my insistence on maintaining emotional control.... but I digress.

Truth is, North Carolina has grown to represent a lot more than my hometown, college town and where all my friends are. It's more of a creature comfort. So much that during my first "fight" with the banker I BBM SM (who was in Charlotte) and instead of initially explaining what was wrong or asking advice I just type to her "SM, I want to come home" and that like SOS, 911, ASAP code for "old girl isn't doing to good"

So, while it may seem that I am in heaven-on-earth for a 23 year old (which, I am) There are still times it sucks. The real test for me will be knowing that I can't run home and hid out on my parents couch like I could in college. It's going to be looking whatever the discomfort is, as there will be MANY more (esp. when it gets cold here), right in the face, putting on big girl pants and kicking ass.