New York Post trucks drive very recklessly

that's all i have to say about that.

The fast forward button is so far away

I just got up and brought the remote control over here. I have about seven minutes to finish this entry before the midnight deadline. I could just turn right around and write the next day's entry. october first! woooo. Another month. And october second will be the one month anniversary of this blog. I'm excited. I have almost stuck to my goal for one whole month! Awesome sauce. Seriously. For reals.

I want to start listening to more classical music

I can't twist my hair with my pen yet. It doesn't hold all the way. Almost there. almost there, give it another 2 or three months and I will be happily using any old implement to fix my hair into a bun. or a disheveled hot mess on some axis of my head. I like messy hair. It's getting to the point where I really dreading combing my hair once a week because I like the way my hair looks when I don't comb it. I think I am just going to do what I like and that will be that.

Got word from Joe's friend that she's going to feature me on her (writing?) website once she and her colleagues get it up and running. I'm assuming that it is a writing website because Joe said it was something to that effect. Anyway, that's super exciting. I'm very excited about it. Yay for me! Then I will get more traffic to my blog and more exposure and more people will see my writing. It's like an adrenaline rush that I can feel right now. Sharing myself and my writing is awesome, awesome to me.

I am going to start a new job really soon so Joe and I went to EMc2 and got some outfits for me to wear. I really like the outfits that I picked out and EMc was really nice to let me have them. I am really excited to wear them. I love getting the fashion advice now, which is so funny because 8 months ago I would be like, wtf, whatever, I don't care about fashion. But now I love it. I was just hiding my secret love for fashion behind my silliness and made up facade. Plus, now I look super hot all the time, and you really can't beat that. And I almost never get anymore negative attention from guys. Of course I get some negative attention, but mostly the guys just don't talk to me because they already think that I am out of their league. It's a great douche deflector, fashion is. I can't stand douche nozzle behavior.

Anyway, classical music, yeah. I think it makes you smarter? I like it. I listen to it when I am getting a massage. Yup, It's time to make a pandora radio station for Mozart, Beethoven and Bach.

Any other suggestions?

Well can't we just laugh and joke around?

Apparently I laugh at things a lot more than other people do. That's okay, it just means I will live longer. I like to make light of serious situations. And I like to laugh at the expense of others personal pain. Who doesn't? Come on when there is a crash on the highway in one of the oncoming lanes, the outbound ones slow to a crawl to see if they can get a glimpse of a mangled body. It's human nature, people! Lighten up! There are those people who are going to die in massive car accidents and that is just how it goes.

I don't drive a car so my chances of dying in such an accident are relatively low compared to others who drive to work, drive to the gym, drive to pick up kids, drive down the block.

A couple of years ago I was looking at some statistics about which ways were the most popular ways people can die. heart disease and cancer were one and two. Suicide and homicide were up there amongst despondent teens and young black males killing each other off. I think "massive car accident" was way down the list, but it made me think about how I always stop and gawk at the two pileups I have seen going the other way. How the hell do you start a pile up anyway? It has to consist of drivers who aren't paying any attention.

I think maybe I should have washed my hair today.

Yep.

Joe just got out of the shower and I must say his love handles are steadily declining, much to my delight, of course.

My friend Jen is coming back from being abroad in the next month for 6 to 8 months so she can save up for her visa. yay! It will be good to see her. I must tell her about my novel writing intentions. She will smile wryly and say "Lets get started, show me what you've got"

At least that is what I imagine her doing. I told her that I wanted to come to London for a vacation. I just have to save up some money with Joe.

To London with Joe! yay!

Walter: He's a baby

My friends E and J came over yesterday. They're married, and they have a baby named Walter who is 2 and a half months old. Walter is a pretty big baby. He's all ready wearing a nine months outfit. I got to hold him, rock him and jump him up and down, that kid has some strong kickers. Very strong kickers. And he has a strong grip, very strong grip. And he smelled good. I kept sniffing his head. Do all babies smell like this? J said they only bathe him twice a week. That has to be a bold faced lie. Because he smells too good for that.

Joe says that I have all these mother hormones raging in my body right now. Maybe so, that's what happens when girls hold babies.

Hung out with my ex boyfriend ernie yesterday also. I really don't know what do to with that kid. He lied to his mother about who he was hanging out with because he didn't want his brother to find out because his brother hates me and is a lot stronger than ernie. I don't get it. Why do I cause people to have such strong opinions?

It really is a talent of mine. Really and truly.

The Shins

My new obsession: The Shins.

I love them. I made a pandora radio station named the shins and I have been listening to it since last week. Can't get enough. I also bought myself some hair things from family dollar. I am buying hair things from there from now on. They're only a dollar for a ridiculous amount of hair things!

The other day, I was supposed to meet my ex in union square so we could hang out. I left my phone at home so I told joe to text him when he got home. So joe did. he texted him that I was at starbucks and my ex texted back that he was at mcdonalds what the fuck? I don't know. So, I finally remembered my ex's number and I called him via pay phone and he was all whatever mela. And then I called him the next day and I apologized again and he said "I'm not mad at you, I just think you are ridiculous" So I had to call Joe and tell him this because it was just too funny since he calls me ridiculous all the time.

Right now joe is at the laundromat washing an inordinate amount of dirty clothing. Luckily for me, all I have to do is fold the laundry. Something that I secretly love to to because it is very systematic.

There is a homeless man with one arm that comes on to the subway and panhandles for money and he puts his cup in the armpit of his amputated arm. I have seen him on three separate occasions now, and on each occasion at least three people have given him a donation. It kind of makes me feel sad for the other people who panhandle for money one the subway. They have both their arms. But I guess on the other hand, this guy cannot play the guitar or any other instrument for that matter, but maybe he was never musically inclined in the first place, however, he could have a very nice singing voice.

I went and gave money to the b boys. I always give a donation to them. I like dancing.

sleepy again

i'm not up for writing today. maybe tomorrow.

my god so tired.

so i went out yesterday morning to go to an appointment and then I walked around and window shopped and then i went sunning in the park. then i went out to hang with friends and missed the last train home so i had to stay over, but i stayed up all night because i thought joe was going to be upset at me for not bringing back the unlimited metro card because we share it. i texted him right before my phone died and i said i was soo so sorry and that i was catching the 516am train home. which i did. and to please not be mad.

his text back to me was this:

"don't worry about it. Take your time. Just let me know when you are not taking the train home so I don't wonder if you're stuck somewhere"

Amazing text people.

This is amazing text.

Why?

Because I spent the whole train ride home and the subsequent subway train ride home running scenario's through my head that because i didn't have the metro card ready for him at five in the morning so he could go to the meeting that he was going to be so angry at me... and I built it all the way up to that we were going to have to BREAK UP because of the great metro card debacle of 2009.

OH MY GOD. this is what goes on in my head.


All silliness. Absolute silliness.

jury summons and the inner dialogue

got a jury summons in the mail today. awesome. not. i got one in the mail six months ago and I postponed it. god damn judicial system remembered that i was in the system. But my first name is spelled "Mila" on the letter instead of "Mela", so should I go and do my best impression of a mail-order bride from Russia? this may be my only chance to do so. I'll show up at the court and say:

"Hi, I sink you haf ze wrong ladee, I eem straaate frum de USSR as a mail ordur bride und i don't know of zis jury summonsz. Pleese let me be becuz I have sum baby makeeng to do und a much much older husbund to take care of. Zanks."

Something tells me that would not go over very well.

Went to see The Informant tonight with Joe. I highly recommend it. There is a lot of inner dialogue in the movie narrated by Matt Damon for his character "Mark Wittacre" Joe was laughing the whole movie because he said the inner dialogue parts reminded him of me. I will take that as a compliment. He says I should write a movie with inner dialogue in it. He says i would be very good at it. I think he is right.

I can't wait for NaNoWriMo. I am so itching to start but I promised myself that I wouldn't even think of the book until November 1. You have to write a work of fiction. I don't know this might be a hard one for me? Maybe I could write a work of fiction loosely based on my life. Because everyone knows that I like writing about myself.

....Imagine all the people living live in peace.. yoououuuu may say I'm a dreamer but i'm not the only one...

Oh, John Lennon, why did you have to die? Why did you have to go live in the Dakota and have a normal everyday schedule like everyone else? Why didn't you have security? And why oh why did you say to that interviewer that you were going to die at the hands of a crazed fan? Way to kick your own bucket, Lennon! Geez!

Look at me now, I'm yelling at John Lennon for getting murdered. And he died five years before I was even born. What has gotten into me? I really should be mad at that guy who wrote the catcher in the rye. What's that guy's name? I know the main characters name is Holden Caulfield.

I know the jury summons people got my name from voter reg because voter reg spelled my name wrong but they still let me vote on election day. Damn, it's like all of us don't even exist sometimes if people can make such gross errors with our identities and then be all "ooops, sorry we just accidentally sent 16,0000 social security card numbers OVERSEAS. Our bad. No, you can't get your money back, that's simply impossible.

Nope,

Sorry.

NaNoWriMo

Okay, so it's called NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, Not NANOREMO, I only had the 're' confused. And I officially signed up. And it's not 500,000 words, it's 50k so that means I only have to write 1.6k a day and i'll be in like flynn. Sounds easy right now but we'll see. Last year there was a cool perk for 50k winners. Amazon published their novels in paperback for them, they even paid for shipping! I hope they do that again this year! It would be really swell to see my book in paperback.

I'm watching the original Angels in the Outfield right now. It's pretty cool.

Joe and I went and did some free yoga at this bar down the way from our place. Yoga in a bar, who would have thunk it? and it was free, of course, that was the best part.

May be working on Thursday instead of Tuesday this week. The doctors cousin may be coming into town tomorrow and she needs a job. Keeping it in the family, I am lucky that I got in. Ooops. Not supposed to be talking about work, moving along.

I really want to go get a massage soon. I just asked Joe if We could go get a massage soon and he said ok. See? All you have to do is ask.

Soon-to-be-ex-roommates mom is staying till wednesday. She's super cool and nice.

So, I am suggesting that everyone who reads this blog signs up for NaNoWriMo with me so we can all agonize and write and then cry and then drink, or virgin drink in my case, then write, then cry, then laugh, then write some more, then write, write, write, then tear our hair out, then twist tissues up in our hands, then forget to eat, then emotionally break down, then write to the bitter end.

Sounds fun!

Fall officially starts at 5:18PM today and I can't wait. Fall is my favorite season. Fall foliage is especially breathtaking to look at. So, so pretty. I want to take a drive in the country and take along some binoculars and just gawk out the window the entire two hour drive. Joe will glance over once or twice and I will tell him to keep his eyes on the road, as we simply can't have two blithering idiots in the car at one time.

I love fall also because of the fall fashion. Yes, I just said fall fashion, you did read that correctly. Yes, I am looking at you Joe, and maybe Jocelyn if you are reading this. I like fall fashion the best because I think you can dress it up or dress it down the easiest. You can be brave and bare your legs or you can be completely bundled up and still look chic, plus no one will look at you weirdly for being completely bundled up, and yes, I am looking at you again, Joe. This fall I want to have a managire of jackets and a color palate of tights that betsy johnson would be jealous of me for owning. I want to have skirts that accentuate my long legs and shoes that are better than lingerie.

On that note, my lingerie wardrobe needs desperately to be updated. I just threw out most of my underwear due to an abundance of holes. Such a travesty, really. Why would a really good looking girl like me be walking around in warn out knickers. It ought to be a crime. I don't like shopping at Victoria's Secret, I think their Lingerie is not very good quality.

Any of you ladies know where to find good quality lingerie at a modest price tag?

please click on the ads

i signed up for adsense. call me a sell out, call me savvy, call me what you want but whatever you call me, if you would please click on the ads displayed on my blog while you are calling me whatever you are calling me, i would really appreciate it because I could really make some serious dough depending on how many people click on my ads while reading my awesome blog.

Anyone know how to promote this blog so I can get more traffic to it? Everyone knows that I like to make money while relaxing, especially Joe.

It's after midnight and Joe and I just made fried tofu with soy sauce and ginger dressing. Mmmm Mmmm good. We had to make something because we are watching Iron Chef and of course it's a food show and watching food being cooked makes me hungry.

Hell, I think even if you hear food being cut your mouth can start watering. Damn.

I know mine does. Every time Joe says "'Hey, I'm going to make dinner,' or 'Hey, what do you want to eat?' or the ever popular, 'Hey, are you hungry?'"

My mouth immediately salivates, even if it was just dry as the driest desert, it suddenly becomes like the mouths you see on the orbit commercials.

Joe just said his second favorite thing he likes to say to me, "Alright baby, you ready to go to sleep?" He usually asks me this when I am in the middle of doing something, like exhibit A, writing my blog. If I tell him "No, I am writing my blog." He usually goes, "Okay" and saunters off. He doesn't even put up a fight anymore. I guess I learned that boy good. Mmmm Hmmm.

Anybody heard of that novel writing competition called Nano remo? I don't know if it's a national thing or even if the name is capitalized like NANO REMO or if it's all together like, NANOREMO. or if i just spelled it completely wrong. I don't know. I learned about it on Jeopardy. Apparently, what it is, is a novel writing challenge. One has to write a 500,000 word novel in the month of November.

Alex Trebek (the host of Jeopardy) was asking the contestant if content mattered. The contestant just said, "I think word count is all that matters".

I think I might enter this thing if it's a national thing. First I have to figure out how many days are in the month of November and then divide 500,000 by 30 or 31 so that I will know how many words I have to write in a day. Okay so Joe just figured out for me that November has 30 days in it. Now he's doing the division.

And the word count per day is... 16,666.667 woah. Do you know how many term papers long that is? Jeez.

I think I might do that. I would definitely be stepping out of my comfort zone. Most definitely. Whew.

saturday night live

I'm watching Saturday Night Live right now with Joe. It's a re run but it has Will Ferrell hosting it. I really like Will Ferrell. He's a very funny guy. It's a re run of the season finale and everyone is coming back and making cameos. Amy Pohler and Maya Rudolph and Norm MacDonald and Tom Hanks. There's a movie preview on right now for the movie 'Zombie Land' and Joe says the movie looks dumb. Yeah, it does look dumb!

What is with hollywood making all these remakes and these dumb movies that turn out to be box office bombs? I mean WTF? I mean, I heard they are making a remake of Teenage Wherewolf. Leave Michael J. Fox's movies alone! Especially the Back to the Future Series. Come on people! Get it together.

I needn't be complaining about hollywood. They say if you point a finger, you've got three more pointing back at you. Now look what I have gone and done, I have just gone and outed myself. One of my dreams in life is to be a screenwriter. I want to write screenplays for people to enjoy on the big screen. Like Woody Allen, Diablo Cody, that guy who wrote Inglorious Basterds. Quentin Tarantino thats who. Alfred Hitchcock, Kevin Smith, Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, Jane Campion, Nancy Myers. All people I want to be.

So, what stops me you might ask? Well, I don't want to fail. And I don't have any screenwriting schooling. And I don't know what I want to write about. All excuses I know.

I have a couple of started screenplays. Sitting in my room gathering dust, weeping tears of solitude, filled with rage that I am not paying attention to them. Swearing that I will rue the day that I started to pen them should I decide to pick them up again. How dare I? How dare I start something and not finish it! What kind of promise to myself is that? Not a very a kept one, I tell you.

My friends Jen and Julie came over and read my initial notes of one of my screenplays and they both said it was very very good. Except for a writer complimenting his or her work when he or she is still agonizing over the work can mean death to the project. DEATH, I TELL YOU.

I am putting my foot down. After I wake up from my very restful sleep I am going to dust off said screenplay that died at the hands of compliments and continue to work on it! I will soldier on.

SOLDIER. ON.

sleeping late

oh man i slept so late today. that's what happens when I'm on my period. I just get so sleepy, for the whole week, i'm not even kidding you. This  morning Joe tried to wake me up but I just kept spewing expletives at him. In my defense I was half asleep and VERY grouchy. He's used to it though. He says that he gives me a pass, so that's good.

Right now, I am watching True Life. This one is about student athletes who get injured while playing sports and have to go to rehab. It's sad, but they are all making leaps and bounds in their recovery. One kid became paralyzed. Kind of a bummer but you could go to the Para-olympic games.

Now it's moved on to superfans of teams. We've got Reby the self proclaimed NY Giants girl (interestingly enough, my friend knows her), a couple who is half a red sox fan and half a yankees fan and then some other guy who I forget who he likes, but he likes them a lot.

The yankees/redsox fan couple has just hit a roadblock because they moved in together and the girl has all her NY Yankees gear put up in their apartment and there is no Red Sox stuff anywhere. So he goes to the sports goods store and buys a HUGE Red Sox banner and puts it up while his GF is at work. She sees it and takes it down and then they have this huge breakdown about their relationship blah blah blah.

Seriously?

It is JUST a game.

And then we see Reby, who moved to FLA to be with her boyfriend who looks like he's over 50, (she's 22) and they've been together for a few years. The last scene we saw her in, she told the BF that she was moving back to NY to be close to her team. Barf.

She's very good looking though.

It's all in my head and the things i think just don't make sense.

Time and time again I play the role of fool, just for you.

Okay so I'm directly quoting an Adele song "Cold Shoulder" from her album, 19.

The lyrics are so true for me! I am the only person who lives in my head. I'm the only person who thinks like me, acts like me, likes the things exactly the way I like them. Yes, even though I have a twin. She likes some things differently than me.

And yes, sometimes the things I think just don't make sense.

Repeat after me: "Thank you for sharing, thank you for sharing, you are safe and you are visible so go be the superstar that you are"


AWESOME!

The roommate search continues. We just had a guy come by he seems interesting, has a degree in architecture and works designing christmas window displays for bergdorfs. how cool is that?

I think I want to take a bath today. I'm lucky to have an old school claw foot tub in my apartment, big enough for my lanky 6 foot tall frame. MMM yes.

Is it just me or are other people getting sick of Norah Jones?

Saw Adele perform last night Live on VH1 DIVA's she was very good. I like her more than I used to like Amy Winehouse. But I still hope that Amy Winehouse makes a comeback so I can enjoy listening to her music again.

Today is September 18, 2009. Exactly four months until my 24th birthday. What are you getting me?

the break up on the train and dessert wine

No, Joe and I did not break up, just going to clarify that before some of you gasp in horror (some of you may gasp with glee, since I'm positive that there is a line out the door and around the block for my heart.)

GONNA BE A LONG WAIT!

I saw a young couple break up on the train yesterday. He totally broke up with her on the train! WHAT AN ASS. Okay, so he gets points for breaking up with her in person but in public? On the train where she is trapped looking at his ugly face until she gets to her destination!?! AND WHAT IF THEY LIVED TOGETHER?  The questions will never end!

She was sobbing her eyeballs out, I seriously wondered if they were going to stay in her head. That's how hard she was sobbing.

I had to stifle and overwhelming urge to go over to her, taker her in my arms and hug her and rub her hair and then tell her:

"Oh HONEY, teenage sex is NEVER THAT GOOD! It won't be that bad! Just go have some drinks and... OH, hey, never mind, you can't drink. WHAT ABOUT A BROWNIE?"

Magically a brownie will come out of nowhere and I will present it to her and she will look up and smile, all tears will dissipate AND ALL WILL BE WELL IN THE WORLD OF YOUNG LOVE!

The train that me and the ex-couple were on was taking me to meet Joe and his friends for dinner. Joe had just finished photographing a very famous designer's show and he got the job from his friend and between him and his friend they know some very cool people in NYC.

So, dinner. We had reservations at 10pm which were made two days prior WHICH IS UNHEARD OF at this restaurant. Man, that Joe with ALL HIS CONNECTIONS. It's amazing!

We had to wait to be seated until 10:45pm and had a great time, great food and raucous laughter all around. I don't think I'm going to write much about about this particular dinner because it might be too much of an invasion of privacy for some parties involved and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

(SOMEONE AT THE DINNER TABLE IS GETTING A MINTED VAGINA IN A COUPLE WEEKS)

okay, that's all.

Awesome older ladies

Joe and I were coming home on the train yesterday from the movies (we watched Taking Woodstock, I highly recommend it).

We stepped onto a crowded train and I was upset because there were no seats available, and then magically, one became available because the train was taking a different route unexpectedly which didn't affect us. I walked around one side of two people to get to the seat and this other guy walked around the other side of the same two people to get to the seat. We didn't see each other until we were staring each other down, the vacant seat between us. We both just stood there for a second and then the guy abruptly yelled "FUCK!" And walked off the train. I got the seat.

I sat down and looked around the train and kind of giggled at Joe and he just smiled back and shrugged. Open seats are a precious commodity on NYC subway trains.

I realized I was sitting next to two very adorable looking older ladies who were dressed in ladies' suits and had 'Vote September 15, 2009' pins on their blazers. One of them asked me if the train was going to a specific stop and I said, "Oh, I think this train will go there" but then the conductor came over the loud speaker and she said that this train was permanently taking an alternate route so then I told the ladies that I didn't think the train would stop at their stop anymore.

Then Joe pitched in to help the ladies find their way home, and the guy sitting next to me also did. The ladies and I were chatting about voting and about how much Brooklyn is awesome and what we liked about it. A little while later we all figured out what the best course of action was for the ladies to take on their get home journey was and then Joe and I got off the train to switch to ANOTHER train.

Sounds exhausting, right? It really wasn't.

When we got on the new train I sat down and Joe settled himself next to the door. I tried to talk to him but he couldn't hear me. I told him to come over by me and he said:

"Nope, I'm pretty comfortable right here"

So I texted him this:

"there is a fedex kinkos guy on the train. too bad i don't have my package."

(I have to send my old phone back to verizon and time is running out)

He responded with:

"I thought you were going to talk about the shirtless guy who is playing with his balls."

I giggled at his reply and told him that "these are SO going in my blog."

Then the shirtless guy who was sitting across from me playing with his balls got up and left at the next stop, so Joe sat down at his now vacant seat and sent me this text:

"Smells like balls over here"

To which I replied:

"you chose to sit there is sweaty ball juices. you might as well be gay. at least i won't have to worry about rihanna." Giggling the whole time as I was writing this and then pressing send.

Joe's response? "I was tired"

What? I was tired? I looked at him and said, WTF you were tired, what does that mean? And then he said I won. Well that's good because what you guys don't know is that a couple of days ago, Joe and I were watching Jay-Z, Kanye and Rihanna perform on Jay Leno's new show and Joe decided that it would be a good idea to share with me that he thinks Rihanna is F-Ing HOT!!!

OH NO HE DIDN'T. YES HE DID.

He then preceded to hug me and make a sad puppy face when I protested to this and hastily added; "but not as hot as yyyyooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu."

WHATEVER.

Staring

My dog is staring at me. I know he wants to play. I told him to find his ball. Apparently he really doesn't know where it is because he looked around and came back looking even more pitiful. Damn his pitiful dog face.

And now I just looked around and I can't find it, either. More pitiful dog face. Oh No.

WE GOTTA GET MORE BALLS UP IN THIS PLACE.

He's back to sniffing around. That's a good thing.

I have to change Shark's water today. It will be good for him to have some fresh water. It's cool to have a betta fish because they don't require aggressive care. Just feed them once a day and change half of their water once a week. Every four to six weeks, change all their water. Betta Fishes can breath air so you can keep them in small bowls, but they live twice as long if you hook them up with a 2.5 gallon tank and a filter, which is what I am planning on doing for Shark. Yup he's going to live like a King Betta.

There are a lot of job spammers on Craigslist. It's really such a drag. Well, it sucks for them because I can always tell if they're a spammer.

The other day, I sent my resume off to this ad for a receptionist gig. The person who posted the ad ended it with "send your resume in for perusal" I liked that line and thought it added a personal touch, and so I thought "this can't be a spammer, right?"

WRONG.

The Spammer sends back this e-mail saying that his wife is pregnant and they are coming over to the States to work with the EPA and that they need a receptionist. He goes on to say that he will send funds so that I can buy myself a computer and for some office supplies and for my first two weeks wages.

GIVE ME A BREAK!

Your wife is pregnant?!?! Talk about garnering sympathy. And he picked the EPA for his fake job. I'm sure they need the help, BUT IT WOULD BE GOOD IF YOU WERE ACTUALLY COMING!

Oh, I left out the best part. He says "All I need is your complete honesty." and then goes on to write:

I need your:

Name
Age
Gender
Address

WTF??? WAS I FREAKING BORN YESTERDAY?!? Sigh...

Anyone know what happened to Dido?

Noises outside.

There's a building being constructed right next to my building. That's fine with me EXCEPT IT COMPLETELY BLOCKS MY VEIW OF ANYTHING PRETTY. My neighbor said that they're building it too tall. She said that I should report it. Maybe I will after a new comptroller takes office and wants to make an example out of some shadesters in brooklyn. Is that mean of me? Some of you may ask. No. It is not. If the building is too tall it shouldn't be being built. I could be saving lives!

This morning I woke up to my necklace choking me. Don't wear necklaces to bed, kids.

Watched "Love, Actually" yesterday with my movie watching buddy. It's actually a pretty good movie. I enjoyed it. Know what I did not enjoy? Subway. I don't think I'll be eating at Subway any time soon. You wouldn't think I disliked my sandwich because I ate it all. But it wasn't anything like Joe's cooking.

Let me tell you about Joe's cooking. MMMMmmm good. I'm telling you you. That man spoils me when it comes to food and I am not complaining. He likes to have dinner parties. For the next one, I'll invite you.

Back to Love, Actually. Some of it's plot lines are set in London during Christmas time. It makes London look so pretty and inviting. But then my friend said he went to London and it's not nearly as inviting if you don't have someone to love while you're there.

I shed a tear inside for him.

Water does a body good.

I think they made a commercial like that one time. Water Does A Body Good. DRINK IT or something. Or maybe it was Water makes you happy. Or Water makes your body happy. DRINK IT!

there is church service going on downstairs. I live above a church. It wouldn't be so bad except the patrons are terribly off key when they sing. not a one good singer in the bunch. it's a shame really. I met a few of the patrons and some little girls one time when I was coming home from walking my dog and the little girls loved him. They went and got him water and played with him. At the time he was still a young pup so i was afraid that he might poo or pee on the floor. And they have a rug. Thankfully he didnt do either of his business down there.

Later today I am going to meet a potential new roommate and his dog with my dog. We are meeting at the dog park. His dog is 12 years old and has limited use of his back legs, my dog is not yet two years old and is very territorial, so i figured we would meet in a neutral location so that my dog can begin to learn how not to be soooo territorial and to share. because i want him to have friends and be sociable.

Yesterday I taught my dog a new way to fetch. he seems to like it and he gets much more exercise doing it. I made sure he was out of breath then he lay down next to me and panted for about an hour. it was a good day. And we didn't even go outside for that. We were inside the whole time. That's one of the good things about having an apartment that is 2,500 square feet because you can tire out your dog without going outside.

After I meet up with the potential roommate and his dog, i'm going to visit a friend of mine and we are going to watch a movie or two. should be fun considering i have not seen him in over two years and last time I saw him I beat him at scrabble. It was a valiant match up though, very valiant indeed.

He kept saying throughout our glorious battle that I was probably going to win by a few points.

AND GUESS WHAT? I DID!

PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, PRAAAAAAAIIIIIIISSSSSSE THE LORD.

that is what i hear downstairs just now. No offense to people from Africa, but i find most of their American accents to be extremely annoying. If i find it so annoying maybe i should learn to speak african. Yes. I will make that one of my goals.

I watched Iron Chef America last night and there was a battle between Mario Batali and Jamie Oliver. I think his name was Jamie. Anyway, Oliver was the challenger and he only lost by three points.

CAN YOU BELIVE THAT? only three points. Challengers rarely ever win against Batali and when they loose, they usually loose terribly. So kudos to Oliver.

Casually wistling

Almost forgot to write my free write today. Oh man, that would have been something, here I am saying that I'm going to write a free write every day for a year and i crap out 11 days into it. I think that would be my new record for flubbing it up. of course if that had happened I would just change the rule to free write every day for 11 days then take a break for one and rest my hands so they don't get carpal tunnel. something like that, because i'm cheeky in that way. was talking to a friend of mine who said he wanted to go to open mic night. i said sure that i would go with him but i couldn't promise that i wouldn't chicken out. he said that was okay. say's i'm funny too. that's a good ego booster but still i think that i am unintentionally funny so i don't know how i would write a comedy set around that. any ideas? he said that bill burr said that it took him a year of shitty coffee shop gigs to get a headline gigs. sounds like a tough job. Also, i'm really not into the apparent asshole-y ness of male comedians. it's like all they want to do is get laid.

and not that i'm hating but. barf.

Walking in the rain

Today i got myself a spanish teacher. I am very excited about it. I want to meet three times a week for an hour and become fluent very fast. yay! sooo excited. did a lot of walking around in the rain today, my pants are wet below the knee on both legs. and i kept stepping in standing water, my feet got cold and my shoes got dirty. my shoes got dirty so then my feet got dirty. Lately it's been happening to me again. i see babies and i want one. it's a natural evolutionary bit about being a lady. and for guys it's scientifically proven to carry around a baby if you want to get a date. is that weird? do you think that's weird? i love project runway. the show always makes me want to be a designer. maybe i could go to parsons and see what it's all about. I don't draw like other people though, but you know, i think they teach you that? the first designer kicked off the show didn't sketch. she said she looked at the fabric and asked it what it wanted to be created into. but she's the first kicked off. so i guess not sketching didn't work for her in the context of project runway. joe and i went to lush today which is this awesome soap store that is vegan. joe bought me these awesome skin care products and i used them in my bath tonight and they made me feel prettier. man this show makes me want to be a designer. i'm watching project runway right now by the way. omg i love this show. LOOOOVE THIS SHOW love it, love it, love it. i have to go now because i'm going to watch the runway show, my favorite part!

Nine messages in my inbox

Once a year, I clean out my email inbox. Having gmail as my email account is really cool because you can get all the messages you want. AND YOU NEVER HAVE TO DELETE ANY OF THEM. It's so awesome. but then I start seeing 1400 some messages that are unread and I just can't take it. So I go through and just mass delete all these messages. Then the inbox is completely naked and it has a little written in message that says something like "no messages here, go try one of our other services" or something. But then when the spam folder is empty, it says "HOORAY NO SPAM HERE!" so happy there is no spam, but then when i don't have any messages in my inbox, it tries to be encouraging, but that's just how i'm reading it anyway. into it, i mean. ah, i'm sleepy. goodnight.

Shark

I got an email from this kid Marlon about possible Spanish lessons because I put a CL barter ad up. I wanted to trade English lessons for Spanish ones but Marlon asked me if I would be willing to buy him lunch for one hour of practice. Or maybe an Ipod, or help him find a job. I think that that is a perfectly email  someone raised in a Spanish culture, but Joe is all "Oh, hellll no, that kid is not coming in our house". I don't know why he reacts so strongly a lot of the times. Marlon is probably just a normal kid looking for a break. And trust me, I DO NOT always look for the best in people. I think if he gets back to my reply, I am going to set a up a meeting with him, in a public place, of course.


I think I might get back into some type of modeling since I miss doing it, but classy clothes-on pictures this time.

Some people are coming to look at the room we have for rent today. I hope it gets rented, Joe does not like looking for roommates, much less interviewing them.

We got a fish yesterday. A Betta Fish. I named him Shark.

Savage Love Podcast

I am listening to Dan Savage's Savage Love Podcast. It's the first time I have listened to it, I think it's great.

Mia Farrow: Pretty or not?

I was just talking to my ex boyfriend, a friend I haven't seen in two years, and an old friend from West Virginia who splits his time between Japan and WV. I am also watching Purple rose of cairo right at the part where this guy leaves the picture. it's interesting.

My dog is really into licking his balls right now. I don't really know what else to write right now, i'm supposed to be writing a free write and not stopping but I have stopped about five times so far. and now joe is asking me if i am doing my free write. yes, i am. he sure stays on top of me. it's a good quality of his.

yesterday i popped a huge infected hair follicle at the top of my forehead. it was quite enjoyable. even better than popping my blackheads, but I sure do like popping my blackheads. mmmhhhmmm. yes i do.

i think i made i knew moving watching buddy. i like watching movies. i like it a lot. anyway, i have to save this soon otherwise i wont get it in by the deadline. it's already 11:56pm. i have four minutes to go. okay what can i write about in three minutes? i ate some really good chocolate tonight. oh, i'm probably dulling down the freewrite by trying to write this so long. aw. okay should just end it now.

Begging Dog

I was eating a turkey burger from yesterday's dinner and Snacks came up and sat right  next to me and watched me eat it. I ddn't realize this because i onlyuse one eye at a time. joe came in and he said 'hey! get on your chair!' to snacks and snacks obligied. I just ate half a bagel as well, and a smoothie and some yerba matte tea. joe is wearing a shirt that says ADULT WORLD and he is trying to get me out the door so we can start driving to my grandma's house. I told him i was writing my free write of othe day and he backed off. we'll go in a little bit.

downstairs there is a church. they are having sunday service right now. it wouldn't be so painful to listen to if they KNEW HOW TO SING not a one of them is on key.

My little brother's birthday.

my little brother's birthday is today he turns 20. wow. 20. two decades old. i remember when i turned 20... I wasn't nearly as mature as   am now at 23... so much changes between 20 and 24 i think. i'll be 24 in january. 24. wow. i was just talking to joe about getting a tempur pedic mattress. he says he doesn't like them. whatever. we are also watching the movie 'a bronx tale' right now, robert dinero's kid is talking to his crush, this cute black girl. I think robert dinero wrote this movie beca use he loves the chocolate. i love the music they have playing in this scene. "I only have eyes for you" such a great song. this is adorable.

Magic Eraser

I'm counting down the hours, and I'm counting up the days, I try so hard not to show this side of me. I'm listening to a Meiko song right now on Pandora radio, taking a break from cleaning my apartment. I am taking a break from swiffer wet jetting my living room floor, and I already magic erased my bathroom sink, cleaned the tub, windexed the mirror, and swiffered the floor. I told Joe that if he got me the Swiffer wetjet and the mr clean magic eraser I would help him clean up, I think he is pretty psyched that it worked out. Yay for him. My roommate just came in and was all, "are you enjoying the swiffer?" HE IS READING MY MIND. Now he is in the shower. I think my sister has a crush on him.

The moon was in the clouds and it was lovely

I was walking down the street, and I looked up at the moon. Beautiful moon. It was full or almost full. It had clouds all around it, cascading out into the dark sky. I stopped next to a street lamp to take a picture of the moon with my phone, but it didn't come out as beautiful as I had hoped it would.

Got let go from job #2 today. Mutual decision. Universe, I'm sending you a cosmic kitchen order for a new, fun, totally liberating job that I can fit my #1 fun, totally liberating job's schedule in to.

My sister came for a visit yesterday, but I was working, sad I didn't get to hang out with her as much as I wanted to, but she is coming back next wednesday. Exhausted, body aches.

It's like, super early in the morning

I am infinitely glad that I don't have to be at work at nine in the morning like some people right now, because I am awake at 5:13AM and I have been awake since 3AM.

I can't really think clearly right now so one might ask me why I am writing a blog entry, and I say it is because I think that when your thoughts are foggy it is best to get them all out so you can see what's going on in your head. I have decided to do a freewrite, you know one of those writing exercises where you just write for a specified length of time and don't let your pen or pencil lift from the page, the idea is that you will get all your thoughts out and be able to organize them later. The best part is that you don't have to worry about punctuation or spelling. Well, I think I have just figured out the purpose of this blog. It's going to be a blog about freewriting. I think that will make me happy. Yes. It's not really freewriting for real, because real free writing is traditionally done with actual paper and pen. so there you go, I'm already being a rebel. And I'm probably going to mess up the rules about not hitting the backspace key instictively like I just did a couple of times to try to spell the word instinctively correctly but as you can see I got it wrong the first time and right the second one. Awesome.

So, what is on my mind?

I have two jobs. One I like, One I don't like. I'm not going to write a lot about my jobs, or maybe nothing at all because I have heard a lot of very discouraging things about writng about your job online. So I won't do that. I'll just tell you I don't like one of my jobs, and I do like the other one. I just wish one of them had more hours. Well, I wish a lot more things but I won't go into detail here.

Okay, moving on.

I love my life. LOVE IT. Life is kind of like being on a rollercoaster, yeah? Now I have gone and gotten all corny. Oh well. It is. Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down. I like the way typing up and down sounds on my keyboard. You should try it. Up and down sounds so melodic. I wonder who figured out how to figure out how old trees are. Becuase I always thought that was pretty cool, that you could just figure out hold old a tree is by counting the rings. But it's also sad because you can only count the rings if you cut the tree down.

I think that's all for the free write today. I'm going to make a commitment right now starting today to sit down at this desk at this computer and freewrite EVERYDAY. Can I do it? We shall see.