My Countdown To 2009

Well, in just a few hours 2008 will be officially over and since I haven't written a blog in a while, it seems like a good time to write one. As much as I am excited to partake in tonight's festivities (wherever I end up being) and ringining in the new year as intoxicated as possible, I'm actually not really looking forward to 2009. This time next year I'll be a college grad probably broke and jobless pondering the fate of my adulthood. In the upcomming months I will also be forced to find a summer internship and figure out where the hell I'm going to live.

However, rather than freaking out about the upcomming year, I should be reflecting on the year that has passed. That being said, I thought it would be fun to countdown the 10 biggest events that made 2008 the crazy year it was...(not in order of importance):

#1. Loosing both my jobs and being completely unemployed for the first time since I was like 16.

#2. Being screwed over by Compass North Realty and having to live in hotels for about 2 months before moving into my current sweet-ass pad in the middle of the semester.

#3. Meeting and moving in with 3 girls I didn't know and actually becomming friends with them all.

#4. Making the dean's list (with a rather impressive 3.77 GPA...hell yea).

#5. Getting my first internship at Philadelphia Style Magazine and it actually being pretty awesome.

#6. Meeting fellow intern, Kat who I became good friends with after we spent the whole summer together having a blast.

#7. Entering my senior year of college (it just feels good being an upperclassman)

#8. The Phillies winning the World Series...an event I will always remember as it was the first time I ever got to witness a Philly team win a championship and witness/partake in a city-wide riot/celebration.

#9. Finally turning 21! Enough said really.

#10. Barack Obama being elected president/voting for the first time. I've never gotten so invested in an election or politics for that matter. And never did I think a black man would be president this early in my lifetime. Also, with Bush leaving office in just a few weeks, I guess you could say it'll be the first big highlight of my life in 2009.

Oh, the year that was.

I should probably start looking into adoption now...

...because it appears that there's many lonely and bitter years ahead of me. I mean, if I'm not dating material now then what's the chance a guy is ever gonna stick around with me that long after conception?

Just a thought.

Single And Ready To Mingle?

I realize that I'm in my prime dating age. I'm about to turn 21 and start hitting bars where I hear swarms of intoxicated men will be buying me drinks in hopes of lowering my innerbitions enough to make some bad decisions with them. Boy, can't wait.

However, every year I seem to grow more weary of the single life but also increasingly annoyed with the opposite sex. I remember the good old days in middle school when I told guys to go fuck themselves everytime they commented on how big my boobs were. I remain today just as rigid towards guys and their sexual advances but only because they're usually from an elderly black man, drunk frat guy, or weird mutant I just don't want talking to me. Nevertheless, I'm constantly on the prowl.

Surely it's too early for me to start worrying that I'm destined to end up a lonely, career-driven, cat-owning thirty-something but it does seem very likely. Even at my tender age, I can confidently say that I've already had some pretty lousy luck when it comes to dating or just guys in general. I fell in love when I was 16. For real. About two years later, my heart got broken, I cried for weeks, stopped eating. Not long after that, it turned into a soap opera drama that I can't even begin to discuss. Let's just say it involed some infidelity, confessions of undying love, tears, and sexual frustration. That actually sums it up pretty well.

It's now been almost 4 years and despite my better judgement, I have yet to let my first love go. But since then, my dating life has gone as followed...a month-long relationship (I got dumped), an unoffical two month-long relationship with I guy I didn't like, a week-long romance that ended with a drunken disaster, and one simple crush. Exciting huh?

So indeed it may be too early in the game to swear off guys completely but becoming a nun doesn't sound all that bad. I mean, I practically already have an invisible chasity belt. If only I didn't have to devote my life to God. Couldn't I just devote it to something else? Minus the terrible uniforms and the no booze, no sex, no cursing rule, a convent is basically a cool sorority. Perhaps I should start my own less restrictive convent where women can simply devote their lives to sisterhood, fun, and masterbation. It just sounds like a better alternative to spending your life despretly trying to be the object of some guy's affection and chasing some fairy tale that you've been creating since you were 12 years old. Plus, I'm assuming it's easier then trying to become a lesbian.

bummed :(

So, I just got back yesterday from my mini vacation at Timberline Lake Camping Resort in New Gretna, N.J with my friend Kat. I had an amazing time but now I'm back to reality and it totally sucks.

For starters, I had to say goodbye to Kat who was only here this summer and moves back to upstate New York tomorrow. I seriously don't know what I would have done this summer if I hadn't met her. We became good friends in just a few weeks. I only have a few close girl friends and none that I really talk to or see that often so it really hurts knowing that she's not going to be around all the time anymore. I'm now bored and friendless once again. There's only like 3 weeks left of summer before I start school again and I'm just hoping the time goes by as fast as possible. The only thing I have left to look forward to is finally moving into my house which apparently will still be under construction then.

It's a Friday night and I'm sitting alone in my hotel room about to cry. Boy this sucks. Maybe if I wish real hard, I'll wake up and it'll be September.

Farewell Sydenham St.

In less then 48 hours, I will be loading all of my belongings into my dad's van, bidding my North Philly rowhome adieu, and temporarily relocating to the Comfort Inn downtown. As much as I've been dying to get out of this shit-hole I've called home for the past year, I'm feeling a little emotional now that the time has come. There's some things that I'll miss and a lot more that I wont. To name a few...

What I'll Miss: only having a 10-20 minute walk to class everyday, being able to get a guy's opinion on my outfit if need be, listening to Mason rap when he thinks no one is home, his speeches about how Jay-Z is the greatest rapper of all time, him coming into my room for my advice on his daily attire, and of course, his always fruitful supply of weed. I'll also miss my late night chats with Hardley, his dose of optimism in my life, his updates on frat-life, and his in-house bartending service.

What I Won't Miss: the centipede infestation (may they all burn in hell), constantly having to follow my roomates around turning off lights and heaters, never having a clean dish, the neighborhood gang of evil/rabbies-afflicted stray cats, the creepy guy around the corner who told me I have sexy feet, cleaning the never ending accumulation of soap scum in the tub and shit stains in (and on) the toilet, the mouse (or possible mice) that haunted me for weeks and did permanent mental damage, my food always going missing mysteriously, the ghastly smell that permeates the entire house whenever Hardley takes a shit, getting raped by Comcast and PECO every month, sweating like a pig all day with my crappy box fan being my only source of relief, listening to that bitch with the annoying voice downstairs into the wee hours of the night, and just being disgusted every time I walked in my house.

Well, it's time to move on. I survived living with two guys for a year and learned that I never want to do it again. Either way, it was certainly an experience as I'm sure my next living arrangement will be. Peace out Sydenham Street!

Holly Golightly Rocks My World!

So several weeks ago I saw Breakfast At Tiffanys for the first time and absolutely fell in love with it...and Audrey Hepburn. I immediatly purchased the DVD and watched it twice last week because I was determined to make all my friends see it. I now can quote the movie. Here's just some of the memorable dialogue...

Holly Golightly: He's all right! Aren't you, cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.

Paul Varjak: Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store.

Holly Golightly: That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's!

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure.

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Holly Golightly: But just look at the goodies she brought with her.

Paul Varjak: He's all right, I suppose, if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.

Well anyway, my new-found adoration of Audrey Hepburn inspired me to go out and rent every movie I could of hers. So far I've only seen My Fair Lady and Sabrina but I'm working on the others. I liked Sabrina much more than My Fair Lady (too many damn songs) but she was amazing in both. There's just something about her...she's rather captivating. I've seen her go from a mentally unstable socialite to a loud uncouth street merchant, to a modest French- speaking girl next door and play each role perfectly elegant. Then there's of course her iconic style and stunning beauty. I'm not a lesbo, just a really big fan.