Vacuum

I genuinely miss getting phonecalls. Seinfeld had me nostalgic about the days you had to actually be home to be reached. You can reach me at my blackberry at five different email addresses, twitter, aim, facebook, bbm, text, and by phone. Everytime I add something else to my phone the less and less I hear my ringtone. I spend my time clearing my message lists and getting rid of those annoying smiley faces on why screen more than I spend actually finding out how the people I care about are. Filling my time with more and more people and spend less and less time with any of them.

Last night I was having a conversation with someone about the internet. It didn't really start out that way, we began talking about relationships of all kinds (friendships, family, etc...) Which lead us to the internet and how its changed those relationships. The internet is something I don't like to discuss publicly with people because as much as you put yourself out there on here that's pretty much a solo experience. Its you and a browser no matter how many people you contact on here.

There are so many sites like Twitter and Facebook that let you keep up with your "friends" to the minute. You know what they ate, that they were late for the bus, that it's complicated but based off that what do you really know? Absolutely nothing of value. There's no interpersonal connection. No one knows for sure if anyone is listening and 9 times out 10 the people who are, are those who care the least about you. Clocking you and coming up with their own ideas about why you are the way you are. There is absolutely nothing of value on the internet just fancy ways to pretend you're keeping up with a friendship when really what you're doing is sitting at home keeping up with Kardashians. I sit at my computer and I check my blogroll, twitter, facebook, myspace, niketalk, ntkl, all of my emails. At the end of the day I have contributed my time and effort and I have gotten back nothing and accomplished nothing.

Now I won't sit here and pretend like the internet doesn't have its merits because it does and I won't get into them because you know them all but as far as something that contributes to the human condition I don't see any of its merits. I want to fall back from 99 percent of it but I know I won't.

~ 4.23.2009 2 comments

Peace the fuck out.

For the past week or so I have neglected this thing because in all honesty I have way too many things on my mind and too many things to do to even sit here and type what's on my mind right now. Half that shit is so depressing anyway I don't feel like sharing. Day after day people are trying my patience wanting a piece of me, to be a part of my life and I don't like t disappoint people. I hate having people hate me or be upset with me. At the end of the day I'm a people pleaser, I hate conflict, I hate yelling. I like when things are mellow and cool. That part of my personality works great with friends but with ex-boyfriends not so much. Pardon my french from now on... But these motherfuckers got me sick and fucking tired. Grow some and figure out why it is that I don't want to be around you and why we broke up. What do you bring to the table? A mouth to feed doesn't count. I don't give a fuck anymore if you don't like me and you hate my fucking guts. Maybe thats better so you don't walk around with this false idea that you're worth my fucking time.

I'm gonna go listen to that new Kid Cudi, you might wanna listen to some Mariah Carey.

~ 4.21.2009 0 comments

I have a problem.



I love to shop at Duane Reade, its my favorite store. I'm not going to sit here and pretend my favorite store is Chanel or Louis its the drugstore down the block from everything. I could spend an hour looking though the new makeup stuff, the nail polish, shampoos.... it goes on and on. I don't quite get why I love it so much. There's one across the street from work and when the bosses are gone and I got time to kill; I'll go there for half an hour to peruse through like ONE AISLE. I always have my savings card too, I've racked up like $20 back in about two months. It's sad. Last haul I came with like $70 worth of Essie Neon nailpolish (pink and yellow =]), Maybelline Dream Liquid Foundation, some free maybelline lipgloss, face wash, scrub, and I don't know what else.

~ 4.15.2009 2 comments

You're too nice.



I came home Saturday to find a black box on my desk from my ex. Possibly one one the sweetest people I've ever met. Thank you for everything. I'm reading the book, but you have to let go.


~ 4.12.2009 7 comments

recents.



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Restating the Obvious

Tonight was my home girl Flor's probate. For those that are unfamiliar with what a probate is its basically Greekspeak for when a sorority or fraternity pledge crosses over and officially becomes a sister or brother. Now I don't particularly care for Greeklife, to be completely honest I think it is the stupidest part of the traditional college experience. Instead of finding out who you are in college what these people end up doing is using these Greek organizations as a crutch for having a social life, like wanting to relive high school cliques again. No thanks. I thought one of the main points of the college experience is to find out who you are as an individual but maybe I got it all wrong. With that said Flor's little speech was very nice and articulate, I expected nothing less of my Flor and I was there to be supportive. She was whisked away and I waited like an hour and a half in the middle of some park on the Upper West Side to see a some Fraternity's probate and I swear it was the biggest congregation of minorities. Literally like 100 people screaming at the top of their lungs chanting and making bird calls. Clearly I missed when they handed out the Kool-Aid because I wanted OUT. OH, and the girls. Hollywood had me BAMBOOZLED, these chicks were SUPER wack. The dudes? I wouldn't even entertain the idea of a date. I'm glad I've been independent from the whole college scene and made friends of my choosing . I feel I'm more prepared for the real world by not pretending that these little Greek organizations are going to help me in the long run. I'll post some pictures up tomorrow but right now I am EXHAUSTED. I have to go to bed because I have a viewing for a place and work tommorrow in the AM. But first a snack :)

~ 4.10.2009 1 comments

Ch ch ch changes...



So I broke the news to my mom that I'm moving. I don't think she believes me, but I'm doing it. My dad is giving me the money for first and last months rent plus deposit tomorrow for a place around $800 a month. I'm going to go view a place in Astoria, Queens. I've been a city girl my whole life and maybe it's too fast for me, I could use a homey place with good people. So wish me luck you guys.

I dyed my hair today too, it was looking super raggedy and dull. I went for a chocolate brown, the roots look a little on the orange side but I have to see it in the sun to see how it really looks. Above is the best pic I could get on the Macbook.

I just purged my desk, my closet is next because now is a good a time as any to get rid of all this junk that has been piling up. I just don't feel like moving it. I don't wear half of it anyways. Whatever is new-ish looking is going to Beacon's Closet.

Tomorrow I MUST go to the gym, I saw my thighs when I got out of the tanning booth last night and holy cow its disgusting. It looks like Jello with pineapple chunks.

~ 4.07.2009 5 comments

Plan B.




Originally I had planned to post some polaroids of me taken with a Cheki camera by photographer Chandler Easley for my first post. The photographs were in the style of Japanese cult photographer Yasumasa Yonehara (Yone). Yone shoots his models in provocative yet playful poses that marry eroticism and cuteness. The only light source comes from the flash of the camera making the pictures very raw and authentic, rebellious even to the conventions of photography.  It's sexy in such a casual and fresh way and those photographs had to be my favorite pictures of myself to date. I felt that those pictures captured me in the purest form, so they were a logical spring board for this blog. Unfortunately, my mother destroyed those pictures. So my favorite photographs, the ones I felt captured the very essence of who I think I am are lost forever at the hands of my mother. So I guess this blog starts with a different tone, a more somber one. I don't feel I know exactly who I am or who I want to be, but one thing I know for sure is that my mother has no idea who I am and doesn't care to ever find out. With that said, I am moving out.



~ 4.06.2009 4 comments