Monday, August 24, 2009

Soundtracks of my life-- New York volume

Like most people with itunes and an ipod, I care about music. I'm a bog fan of the appropriate playlist for events, the right song for the car ride, the perfect track for "the moments" You can as SM or anyone who has had the pleasure of a car ride with me. I listen to most songs for 15-30 seconds and skip the the next track. I'll listen to an entire song if it fits certain criteria (which I'll have to divulge at a later date, can't dump too much neurosis in one post) Anyways, I am working on that playlist for this period of time in New York. One song on heavy rotation right now is Hot Child in the City- Pat Benatar. I'm getting super obsessed with it, and like can't stop quoting it.

1) I am hot (sweatiness wise)
2) I am hot (obviously.)
3) who doesn't like Pat B?
4) come one. It's Pat.


The lyrics break down:

Danger in the shape of somethin'
wild
Stranger dressed in black, she's a
hungry child
No one knows who she is or what
her name is
I don't know where she came from
or what her game is

duh. I always wear black. I will soon look hungry because I'm too poor to eat and I walk every where. No one can say my name and so far everyone here thinks I'm a local.

(Hot child in the city)
(Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty)
(Hot child in the city)

So young to be loose and on her
own
Young boys, they all want to take
her home
She goes downtown, the boys all
stop and stare
When she goes downtown, she walks
like she just don't care, care

No explanation needed.

(Hot child in the city)
(Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty)
Yeah
(Hot child in the city)

Come on down to my place, baby
We'll talk about love
Come on down to my place, woman
We'll make love!

This verse is curious. Not sure like--- what it's supposed to be about

Hot child in the city
(Hot child in the city)
She's kinda dangerous
(Hot child in the city)
Young child
(Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty)
Young child, runnin' wild
(Hot child in the city)


So. There you have it. This song is begging for five star status, and soon it will be rewarded.


A few pictures from my last weekend in town

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

Goodbye NC.

I'm here in the city! E and I flew out this morning and were happy in our apartment 2 hours later. we're having a very slow and lazy Sunday, mainly we made ramen and ate trail mix. E napped while I spent 3 hours trying to set up our wireless. It's up and running (thanks to all the amazing mac users who posted the how-to's for a linksys router....) So we've got internet! As of right now I'm feeling fine, surprisingly. I've had a string of emotional goodbyes, starting on Thursday with Beck and then Friday night at my good luck party. Luckily I was so SFP that I don't really remember how bummed I was. Saturday sucked because my mom and dad left for vacation, then I had goodbye dinner with DW&CD, after which I was super sad. We then went to Raleigh for Liv's goodbye parts (she's moving to New Zealand.) The icing on the cake was having SM and RSJ take me to the airport this morning. Train-wreck. I'm not big on tears, but this week I was OK with it. I feel grateful for the wonderful friends I have, and am so happy to have spent these last nights with so many amazing girls.

On an even more sentimental note--
I seriously feel like the luckiest person in the world. My friends are flat out awesome. I can't really explain what I mean, except that I'm going to miss everyone so much. I know that like, this is the best place for me to be right now. So all my sadness will be fleeting, I'm sure.

OK, thats the end of the obligatory goodbye post.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Hepburn vs Hilton



Monday Morning I was, you know, in my pj's watching Hoda and KLG (why?) and this little pearl came on. Later I check my blackberry and Grace has send an email with the link to the review of the book with a excerpt. The books is called How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World and its by Jordan Christy. Girls. 1) I cannot wait to read this book, it's ordered and will meet me in New York. 2) how effin cute is Jordan Christy?! PS. she is Married. Just had a baby. and she is 25. Just wait, I'll find out if she was greek and if she's PBP, we're all freak, ha.

On another note, I found it befitting that this book and video is all up in my inbox right before the move. Like I said, I don't date. I absolutely love men, I just don't know any, I only know boys and I just don't have much tolerance for the ways boys behave. So I've just sort of bowed out and decided to bench myself starting in December 2008. This red-shirt season would have continued for the year of 2009, but I found out about Columbia in March. So now I'm pretty much rusty at the game, don't know how to even act right, because all of my training is based at PB's at NCSU's campus on a Thursdays drinking free beer. Since the book doesn't really fall into the same category as The Manual, Why Men date Bitches, or HJNTIY (the gold standard, pretty much). I am feeling more inclined to read it under the guise of sociology.... as it is technically looking at the social phenomenon of "stupid girls"....

So, Anyways. Snaps to Grace for sending the review. I'll be reading it.

Monday, August 17, 2009

My Beef with girls: Life Lessons from White Oleander.

This post has been a work in progress over the weeks. It started after a particular wall post I go from a girl who isn't even my friend, many talks with various friends, watching E! news, and reflecting a bit on my own relationship style in the past and what that means for me currently and in the future.

A little sidebar. Here are some emotions you should not feel while reading this: a) personal attack. get real. I'm not talking to any to or about anyone specifically, but rather a type. It just so happens that a lot of girls are this type. oh well. If for some reason you get that deja vu feeling that we've had this conversation before.... we probably have. So you're not surprised-- ergo, you're not upset. If you are upset, be upset with yourself, not me haha. b) bad for me. The most wasteful thing in the world is pitying someone else. I do it more than I like to, and I absolutely hate someone feeling sorry for me. Please. Thats where this post originated from. Some girl who's phone number isn't even in my cell, deciding to feel bad for me. c) any other emotion, really. You guys know me. I'm consistent with my opinions. More than that, I'm really not mean. take it with a grain of salt, I'm part way joking, but mostly it's written with a serious tone--- with a slight undertone of a joke. real slight. Almost not even there.

I remember reading this book back in high school, excellent read--- but this post isn't about the book.
I was this post on that tumblr I love, and nearly flipped this morning. I finally felt like I could take this post out of the "drafts" a post it.


There is a part in the book where the main character is visiting her mother (who is in jail) and she give her this little pearl of advice:

Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space, the best you can do is know yourself, know what you want.

....and the people say, AMEN. JM&J! This is one of the most true statements I have ever heard. I don't fully understand what makes girls behave as they do, and I suppose that is the beauty of individuality, however, the type of girl this quote describes is the complete opposite of girl I think of myself to be. So, imagine my growing frustration/confusion with this kind of girls. Some famous examples?
Jessica Simpson. Marrys Nick Lachey. Leaves him, has a string of boyfriends who she smothers (Tony Romo, John Mayer) and in between her break ups processed to gain obvious "I hate myself because I'm single again" weight and is seen in all of the tabloids looking unhappy, sour, and pathetic. Where is her career? Example 2: Lindsey Lohan. Dates Samantha Ronson. She becomes a giant clinger, at all of Ronson's DJ-ing gigs, runs around in leggings and see through tank tops-- no bra. Loses more and more weight so she and Rosons can be twins, with Lohan in said leggings and Ronson is skinny jeans and giant tennis shoes. They break up, Lindsey embarrasses herself on her twitter and every other possible public venue. Restraining orders, more drunken coked up debacles... and all the while, she still can't work because she gave up her life and compromised herself for her relationship.
More?? Amy Winehouse (talented as hell, dates and marries "blake incarcerated" and is hooked on black tar heroin, crack rocks, booze. Is a dirty toothless, scab covered skeleton with a nappy weave and no career.) Usher (in this situation, he is the stupid bitch. not his soon to be ex wife. had a legit career, gets caught up with this old lady who is his stylist. Fires his mom, marries said old lady, gets her preg. TWICE. she has secret plastic surgery in another country and almost dies--- and now they are divorcing. And where, pray tell, is his career??) Jennifer Anniston (lost BRAD PITT to Angelina. That is awful. Please have the dignity to pick yourself up and stop dating people and being dumped over and over. and stop being Rachel from friends please, thanks.), Jennifer Lopez (takes another woman's husband-- and he is a loser, and her career is a joke because she only does his lame ass projects and he isn't relevant and neither is she.) I could go on and on, and unfortunately I could add to this list the majority of my friends.
I'm on no high horse, trust me. I've been this girl before involved in this type of BS shenanigans, letting my self worth and value in life be defined by the guy I'm with. That never goes well. I'd never do it again, and, I honestly feel bad for others who are in this situations. Mainly for the ones who don't know it-- actually, it could possibly be worse for girls/guys who DO know it (but thats a life lesson for another rainy day).

I had this conversation with a good friend, MO'C. She and I are cut from the same cloth. Nice girls, lots of girl friends, blah blah blah-- oh, and don't forget: the made-of-steel walls up guarding ourselves, specifically our hearts. Like myself, MO'C understands a fundamental truth about life. You only have yourself at the end of the day. Why would you lay down and become a doormat, on on-call ego stroke for some guy? Why would you be seen out with someone who is embarrassing/annoying/rude/degrading/insulting/ugly/ immature/cheats on you/boring/ignorant/out of shape/poorly dressed/poorly groomed/disrespectful/ doesn't like your friends/your friends don't like him/cheap/lazy/non committal/blurred family boundaries? If you want to feel like shit, treat yourself life shit. If you're lonely, go out in public, If you "just want someone there" go jump off a bridge. Girls who use relationships as the two feet they stand on make me angry. What does that say about girls who don't? is there something wrong with being single and self sufficient? This brings me to this: written on my wall some months ago.
What is that? Why is that 1)something you're concerned with, girl-I-wasn't-even-friends-with-in-high school? 2) why is it on my WALL? are you on Crack. do you not understand that if I didn't have a blackberry I wouldn't have seen that message for days because Who really uses the computer version of Facebook anymore, AMIRITE? (I am obsessed with that little mash-up phrase now!) Honestly, that wallposting alone was the starting point for my whole what the eff, girls feelings that I've been having. I swear.

Another friend who is the epitome of standing on her own two is RSJ. One thing I hate is when someone asks your advice, does the opposite, then runs back to you, wanting help cleaning up the mess. with RSJ its the complete opposite. This is usually how it goes:

RSJ: I'm thinking of doing [insert activity that may or may not be a good idea]
Me: ... I don't know, RSJ... this is probably a shitty idea because of x,y,z
RSJ: [later] well, I decided to do _______. It was a bad idea, dammit.



And we move on.
Accountability and commonsense goes a long way.

To round out this life-lesson/rant: I actually don't really care what anyone does with any guy or girl. At the end of the day, it isn't my problem or concern. What does sadden/enrage me is watching my friends go through life and have no clue of their own self worth or personal value. These are the kinds of girls who become women, married to the wrong guy-- the one she settled for. Popping out babies and living a shitty life where they continue to lose themselves in a guy.... But it doesn't really matter, because they didn't take the time to find out who they were in the first place.
Ok, Cyber hugs to you all. End Of Rant.


Thursday, August 13, 2009

Personal Style Inventory.

Just took this interesting survey. I have taken this type of thing before, but never one like this. As I'm getting older I'd like to do some figuring out, you know, those big life questions. Who am I, my likes dislikes. Lets be honest, I know the answer to those things in a sense, obviously, but I'm curious about what all it means in the big scheme of things. Whatever. Point is, as usual, my personality/personal style type was spot on based on the survey. I don't think I was even surprised. My kind are easy to read. If anything, the older I get the more prominent certain traits are becoming. All for the better I suppose. If only I could find a 32 question quiz that would give me a nice little formula for like, what kind of boys I'm supposed to like and date. Ha, thats a post for another day.

Anyways, here is my little score analysis. Take it too, it only take a sec, let me know you're results, I'm curious.

Five Star Status Contender of the Moment.

I am a big fan of music. I listen to most anything, my itunes can shuffle in anything from Weezy to Nine Inch Nails and I'll be alright with it. That being said, I do not run from Local 506 to Cats Cradle with a copy of that weeks Independent in my hand trying to catch all the underground stuff or the Next Best Thing local act. From time to time a song will stick, sometimes I'll get over it, other times not. The ones I don't get over make there way onto a select group (the 5 star holders in my itunes library). The five star group will eventually round out to be my all time top songs. I imagine one day I'll have several, and then it would be like a boxed set, like album one: Party Poppin club shit. Album two: that mellow thoughtful heavy stuff... but I digress.

A song that is inching towards five star status is Kings of Leon's Use Somebody. It is probably the most thoughtful, romantic, sweet, this-is-how-i-hope-my-future-boy-feels song. And that means a lot coming from a girl like me who gags at people who hold hands and spoon. So, Kings of Leon, this Buds for you!

Lyrics Below. Look how sweet this is.

I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see.
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
And all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me
Somebody
(Go and let it out)
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see
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