Thirsy Thursdays -> Longest Fridays

My mission for today is to not fall asleep on my desk at work. I decided to join my friends Gleb, Illan and Sal for an outing to the Bunker Club. This outing lasted until 5:00AM which only seemed like a good idea yesterday. I was lucky enough to catch a nap between sunrise and work with my feet still numb from dancing... & now I'm in that awkward phase of the day between never drinking again and noon.

                                                               Illan DJing at Bunker.

These boots are NOT made for walking.

I've learned...

I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there's always two sides. I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've learned that it's a lot easier to react than it is to stop and think. I've learned that you either control your attitude or it controls you. I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, than how many birthdays you've celebrated. I've learned that quality is more important than quantity when it comes to friends. I've learned that it isn't enough to be forgiven by others; sometimes you just have to learn how to forgive yourself. I've learned that no matter how badly your heart is broken, the world won't stop for you. I've learned that backgrounds and circumsta...nces might have influenced who you are, but we are responsible for the people we become. I've learned that you can't make somebody love you; all you can do is be somebody who can be loved. And most importantly, I've learned that no matter how old or wise you think you are, life never stops teaching.

#White Girl Problems.

Oh, the dear MTA system. The ipod doesn't go loud enough to cut out the Mexican playing his guitar. Today for example, I had the pleasure of not one, but TWO subway celebrity artists. The older male sitting next to me leaned in to be able to hear my iPod instead. Unfortunately for me, his odor level reached the worst case of 2011 so far.

I also cannot tolerate rush hour. I am barely able to squeeze through people with a bag that's usually half my size and the 7 people holding on to one pole sometimes hold my hand instead. I try to pretend my balance is top notch so I don't have to hold theirs back, but once in a while it's inevitable. Most of the time, I am wearing heels which make these missions so much more difficult.

There are rare occasions that I get lucky in the mornings to sit my tooshy and rest my feet. Usually, by the time the Q reaches my departing destination, I am "holding hands on the pole". I try to read to occupy the time instead of staring around and being creeped out by every other person. I literally had a guy stand in front of me on a semi-lucky morning when I got to sit down and stared at me the whole time right in the face. I don't get uncomfortable easily, but this was certainly something.

I can understand people putting on an occasional layer of lipstick, but to come in looking like Frankenstein and leaving the train like a barbie, that just blows my mind. How does a girl manage to do a full face makeover on a moving train? I am talking about foundation, mascara, EYELINER (does that not sound dangerous?). Then she made a perfect braid and turned it into a perfect bun. Practice must have made this task perfect.

And hot food? No, it is not okay for you to eat Chinese food on a 6PM rush hour train. Whoever told you it is, LIED.

Here's a tribute to the one who matters most...

My daddy. The one person who I love unconditionally and thought I'd never lose. I don't know one person who has a personality like his. Humor combined with the kindest heart no longer exists.. It did. Until August 26, 2006.

One thing I am so happy to know is that I reminded him how much I loved him every single day. I think about him numerous times a day and can't wait until the thoughts don't bring pain, yet accept that he is in a better place and I did have the greatest memories; that I should cherish those moments and turn them into a positive feeling as oppose to sadness.. I'm getting there. Time heels all wounds. Even the deepest kind I never thought existed.

So here is to the best father in and outside of this world; the kindest heart. I love you with all of mine.

      Dominican Republic: during an amazing family vacation in 2002. Dancing "Salsa" on a boat.

                                                      

I miss you.

I got designer bags under my eyes...

SO, as a first entry I decided I'd update you all on my life in a bulk.

First things first, I got an accounting position at VP+C! It's quite exciting to get myself out of my comfort zone at Improcom. Though I love my job #1, I must say, any change that's positive is a great feeling. Two jobs and school sounds a lot more hectic than it feels. Somehow the achievement is so rewarding that even when I collapse in bed (mummy style), it just feels so right. I look in the mirror and can barely recognize myself because life is flying by. But-- that's when I'm happy. When time is spent - not wasted. I see a reflection and realize I'm no longer that little girl getting ready to get driven to high school. Responsibilities went from just getting out of bed to getting out of bed being the least of my worries. But becoming a woman is far more rewarding than just the title. I am no longer in fear when it comes to the future. Independence has taught me so many lessons that I cannot imagine it being any other way. After all, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" right? Or at least that's what they say.....

So work and school takes up many many many hours of the day and my apartment is beginning to look like a dungeon owned by someone untidy and not someone who diagnosed herself with OCD. I'd upload a real picture but that would be social suicide. Most of the time when I unlock my door, I jet to the bed. I lay for 15 minutes calming my feet down for torturing them in heels for 10 hours. When they forgive me, I try to force the rest of my body to move slightly towards the edge of the bed until I give myself no choice.. Either fall off or get up like a normal human being. I can tell you this- it's a 50/50. I finally make a plan in my head on what I am going to do first. Wash dishes, clean dust, put my clothes away that are weighing down my couch, put my shoes away that have taken up my whole right side of the carpet... (reminder: I live in a studio. Paint the picture yourself) and then of course as soon as I figure out this life-changing dilemma, the phone rings. The feeling of possible freedom from this plan when Alina is on the other line asking me if I'd like to come out just takes over my head and my new plan is to cut out the old one and grab a cup of coffee instead! I tell myself that the coffee will give me the energy to do all the cleaning after... But of course after, I tell myself I'll do it the next day. Basically-- Saturday comes and I finally get to it. It's not as bad as I made it sound, but for someone who has her clothes color coordinated in her 5 ikea closets, this is a bad sign.

Just to paint a small picture for you (in case you lack creativity and imagination):

Ok, I over exhadderated (on the second picture only). Neither of these pictures are actually mine but I'm sure you can now understand. Time is very valuable.

Toodles!