Thank you Christy!

Christy and I went out after work for a drink or so.
We sat outside in the "garden" at this bar in the east village and talked about work and life and whatever else.
I told her about some boy drama I have/had and she figured out what my problem was.
It's totally me. I'm not a bad person or a bad girlfriend or "friend" - I just subconsciously sabotage myself.
But that's enough being serious.

Ana and I are going to work out tonight.
I'm excited. I haven't worked out - like really worked out since I moved to NY almost 3 years ago.

OK.

So you can tell when I don't have much to do at work because I start actually thinking about my life and I start blogging about all the crap I want to do and only scratch at the surface of.

I'm feeling like there are a lot of "phases" I never went through when I was growing up. I always had to be responsible. Since the age of 10 I was left in charge of my sister (who was about 6 at the time). I had to get her up and ready for school, make dinner, do the laundry, do a ton of chores, etc, etc. That was my entire life until I was in college.
When I was 13, I spent my entire summer taking care of my youngest sister who was an infant at the time.

I never had time to rebel or do things I wasn't supposed to do.
I started to a little bit when I was in college, but I didn't do anything worthy of cool points.

I always had a lot of friends, and I always had fun but for some reason now I'm feeling like I missed my chance to do all the stupid things that kids do.

Not that it matters. I'm just wondering how I would have turned out had I been a bad kid. Or just not so uptight and worried about the rules and getting in trouble.

Haha In 7th - 9th grade I was best friends with Chris Cain.
He started hanging out with these kids in the "2nd Ave" crew.
I would hang out with them too, but one time they came to my house and stole a bunch of my cds and broke some stuff in my basement.
My mom would always give them cookies and juice in the morning if she saw them on their way to school. They loved her.
Those kids were really bad.
I think I had crushes on all of them. haha

Anyway, the point of the story is that I want to do whatever I want. It's eating me up inside.

The Chocolate Life. Sort of.

I want this tea. I always want chocolate when I'm at work.
I think this would help.
It's Chocolate Chip Truffle.
I'm craving it already.

GIANT sigh.

Time heals everything.

In other news, over the weekend we went to Dino's football game at Villanova.
He plays for UNH.
It was his 21st birthday.
Dino's like a brother to me.
I wish he and my sister would get married someday.
haha Anyway, I think this is my favorite picture of him:



Aw. Deeeeeeeeeen.

Magic Sneakers.

WHAT? I love how uncomfortable he is. haha People will do anything for money.

Little Hugs for Little Né.

I need one of these right now.

Remember THIS?

This was the best version I could find.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.

My Wack-Ass Perm.

The guy asked me what kind of curls I wanted.
I told him lots of curls.
He said, "You don't want a fro, do you?"
I said, "I kinda did, yeah."
He said, "Ok."

When the process was over, my hair wasn't as "froey" as I had hoped, but still looked awesome. I just needed a haircut, which I have yet to get.

He told me not to wash my hair for 2 days or the curls won't stay.
I waited 3.
After I washed it, the curls opened up and look just like my old hair - only bigger and crazier.
I'm sad.

Why can't I have hair like Kelis?



Oh yeah - I'm not black. :(

Note to Self:

Apparently "someday soon" means never.

Halloween.

1. Savalas.
2. Place that used to be Triple Crown.
3. Hugs.
3 1/2. Some house party above Hugs. $10 w/kegs and band. We didn't stay.
4. Place that I've been to with Paridee that had that peach drink.
5. Studio B. (Conned our way in for free)
6. Some old man bar in Greenpoint.
7. Back to Studio B.
8. Supreme Trading. (Conned our way in for free)