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| Saturday, January 12th, 2019 | | 9:48 am |
| | Tuesday, January 26th, 2010 | | 3:09 pm |
My sister is getting married in less than a month. I'm supposed to be her Maid of Honor, but there's only so much I can do when I'm on this side of the country and she's in Seattle. We talked on the phone the other night, looking online at venues for the reception that might still have openings last minute. I think we've got most of it taken care of. I helped find some caterers and looked up reviews. We steered clear of the one that only wanted to serve fish! I know it's Seattle, but really. There are so many tastier things to eat that don't smell like seawater. Steph narrowed it down to a couple, and I made sure that they all had tasty vegetarian options! Hehe.
Steph, do not let me order the chicken. I know it's probably amazingly tasty, but don't let me do it! I'm trying to be strong, here!
I just sort of feel sad that I'm not there. My boss can give me the week of the wedding off, and aside from that I've been trying to barter hours with Linda and Tracy to cover my shifts that come up before then. I just want to be there now! Ugh! At least Jonny's there with her, so he can help. But I'm starting to feel like a crappy Maid of Honor. At least they found cute bridesmaid dresses at David's Bridal, and they have those in New York, too, so I have my dress fitted and altered.
I love New York. I love living in New York. But I've never wanted to get out of this city so badly in my life! | | Monday, October 5th, 2009 | | 1:10 pm |
Last night, my friend Cynthia took me out to The Sidewalk Cafe for their Open Mic Night (not to perform! Oh god no. Could you imagine? Just to listen!). She's been bragging about the place for months, saying it's the best place to hear up-and-coming new songwriters and all that, plus some decent covers of songs we've actually heard of. This beautiful man with an amazing voice got up and sang a song called 'Uncomfortably Slow' that was gorgeous and heartbreaking. I was shocked to discover that it wasn't an original song -- but a cover song done by an artist named Newton Faulkner. I guess he's from England, but I'm going to have to look him up, and maybe buy a CD. I felt kind of bad, though... like maybe I should have bought a CD from the guy playing at the Cafe instead. Another male singer, with dark curly hair, a beard and dark eyes, sang a really heartbreaking song about an ex-girlfriend. His name was Nick Africano, and his song was called 'Angelina' I think.It was all about how the singer stopped to think every once in awhile about the girl from his past, and how lots of little things reminded him of her. He wished her well, even though he was sad to be without her still. Cynth and I stayed out until nearly two o'clock in the morning, and the Open Mic entertainment was still going strong when we left. Thankfully I didn't have to work this morning. Sigh. I'm such a sucker for songs like that. I guess I'm just a sucker for a guy with an acoustic guitar. Singer/songwriters. Current Mood: happyCurrent Music: Angelina || Nick Africano | | Thursday, September 3rd, 2009 | | 3:06 pm |
You're timeless to me.So, this might be a little embarrassing, since I work at a place that sells watches... but I can't find mine anywhere. I've turned my apartment upside down, turned out the contents of my purse, searched high and low and have come up with nothing. I feel naked without it... and my wrist is really itchy and it just feels wrong. Plus? Let's talk about the unbelievable tan line that is in its place. Just when I thought that I hadn't really gone out to do much this summer, I realize that yes, there is a shade of white that is paler than the rest of my skin, and that's the color that's in a ring around my wrist. Yuck! It's gross. It's like... fishbelly white. It gets a few laughs out of the customers who come up to my little kiosk. "Oh, I get it... The Naked Wrist!" *snickersnicker* I just have to play along, even though not having one is really bothering me. But it's not so much about not having a watch as it is about not having my watch. Current Mood: stressedCurrent Music: Hairspray on DVD | | Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | | 1:15 pm |
Working inside on a beautiful day like today really just makes me itchy for escape. I want to jump over the counter at the kiosk and bolt for the door, then jump into a convertible and take off. Sunglasses, wind in my hair, the whole lot. I don't even care if I get sunburned. Just. I just want to get the heck out of here!
But, I have to close tonight. So I suppose I'll be at work all evening long. Just when it's started to get nice outside.
Current Music: The Show || Lenka | | Monday, May 4th, 2009 | | 9:37 pm |
HARRI!You didn't tell me you were going to be on the radio tonight! I was taking the bus home from work when I heard you! I HEARD YOU! Gah! It was so funny. I squealed a little, right there on the bus! People all looked at me like I was a lunatic, which I probably was just a bit, but I didn't even care because you guys were cracking me up. I even yelled (kinda) at a lady who told me to shut up. Well, because right before she said something, she was yammering about something too loudly and I couldn't hear! The bus driver wouldn't turn up the radio, and I had to get off the bus eventually, before the show was done. But seriously? You were on the RADIO! And you were great! In other unrelated news, I think I'm going to try to stop eating chicken again. I've never been very successful at going full-vegetarian, but I keep trying, because every time I read a story about some crazy animal testing lab that's putting mascara on elephants or whatever, it makes me sick. Like, really. I gag and stuff, it sucks. So if you see me with chicken, slap it out of my hands. Please. Current Mood: bouncyCurrent Music: Black Barbie || Little Jackie | | Thursday, April 23rd, 2009 | | 12:22 pm |
This morning, nothing has gone right. NOTHING. My alarm didn't wake me up because the power went out last night. I woke up this morning and it was flashing at me, but one good surge was enough to kill my wake-up call. Sure, running late is nothing new for me, but waking up at 9:30 when I have to be across town at work by 10:00? I'm not deluded enough to think that I can make that. Well, I can. But I don't like to use certain extreme measures in cases like this, because it usually screws up my sense of timing for the rest of the day. If only my problems could be solved in a way that felt a little less... disorienting. So, I had to skip showering. I had to pull my hair back into a ponytail and hope and pray that I wouldn't frighten small children just at the sight of me. I had to do my makeup on the train (so of course, it looks fantastic), and I realized two stops before mine that there is a yellow stain on the corner of the shirt that I'm wearing and the shoes I put on don't even match. We're not talking different colors here (since I do have some of the same shoes in a variety of colors), but two completely different shoes. No hope for matching them, aside from color. It's a wonder I didn't notice while running to the train station. I made it to work by 10:30, only to have my boss there behind the counter of the kiosk looking at me funny. He asked me why I was there, since I wasn't on the schedule. Turns out I'd read Tuesday and thought it said Thursday. Today's one of my days off this week. I think I left my phone at Starbucks. Today sucks. Current Mood: crappyCurrent Music: She's Always A Woman || Billy Joel | | Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 | | 2:09 pm |
It's my birthday today. I'm thirty-one years old and I'm living exactly the life I want to be living. How many people my age can say that? I'm working in retail, but I don't hate it. I have a nice, clean apartment in the Village. I have good friends and I'm close to my family members, emotionally if not physically at present. In a lot of ways, I'm really and truly blessed. It's a happy day. Current Mood: happy | | Friday, February 6th, 2009 | | 2:54 pm |
I have a weekend off, which is practically unheard of for mall employees. Weekends are the big deal busy times for anybody who works retail, but I somehow managed to score this time off now. I think it's because this other girl who works with me, Jill, asked for next weekend off back in December because of Valentine's Day. She and her boyfriend are going to the Poconos. It's so sickening I might hurl. But who gives a crap? It's not like I had any hot plans for next weekend -- I was just planning on working anyway, so it all kind of works out.
Who cares! I've got this weekend off and I'm excited.
Suddenly, it occurs to me that I have no idea what to do in Manhattan on the weekend. That's kind of sad, isn't it? | | Friday, January 16th, 2009 | | 10:32 am |
So, something I've noticed about myself lately that I don't like one little bit. When I'm at work, making a sale or helping someone out, they usually thank me after I give them their change. You know what thanking means, right? Saying the words "Thank you" before you leave. Now, normally the people I deal with are pretty polite. They talk to me like a normal human being, and notice when I go out of my way to help them out. I'm very fortunate in that respect. I mean, a lot of people who work in retail get treated like a sub-class of humanity, but most of the people I've found myself interacting with have been generally nice. So, in preschool or kindergarten, most humans learn that the proper response to the words "thank you" is... " you're welcome." Not so difficult, is it? But lately I've been noticing that I don't say that. I'll say "no problem" instead. No, it's not a problem. No, you haven't inconvenienced me in the least. It's kind of slangy and sassy at a time when I really don't mean to be. God, ever since I noticed it about myself, I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop hearing myself as I'm saying it. Is that silly? Current Mood: annoyedCurrent Music: Jace Everett || Bad Things (theme from True Blood) |
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