for vicki...

In the airwaves

It's been a while since I posted music, so I figured I would give that a try again. And since I just recently wrote a post about Andrew McMahon ("my Paul") and how much I love his music, I thought it would be fitting to post a compilation of my favorite songs (in alphabetical order, because any other type of order would have been too difficult).

1. Airports
...planes made her feel like she could get away...
2. Dark Blue
...if you've ever been alone, you'll know...
3. If I Die (Live)
...do you remember what i said, while he's sleeping in your bed...
4. If You C Jordan
...i don't care if you die your hair you'll always be a little red head bitch...
5. Just Like A Woman
...please don't let on that you knew me when i was hungry...
6. Konstantine
...i always catch the clock, it's 11:11 and now you wanna talk...
7. Last Straw, AZ
...i wrote your name on top, i knew you'd never look...
8. Me And The Moon
...away with these nightmares, away with suburbia...
9. Rescued
...i'm feeling like i might need to be near you...
10. When It Goes Down
...i was really thinking i could be another lincoln...

A few days ago during the ride home from work with my father, we had a conversation about my post Emerson plans. He was a bit shocked by my willingness to discuss such things since we can't talk about my upcoming move into my first apartment without fighting.

After a bit of bickering, I told him what I've been telling everyone who asks about such things. That although I enjoy going to school in Boston, there is no way in hell I'll stay after graduation. My plan is to move to New York City and do the page program at CBS (basically a paid internship). So I won't have to deal with paying for two leases, my grandparents have kindly offered to let me stay in my aunt's old room. This would also give me time to look for an apartment.

My father was fine with the plan up until the last part.

"You're not living with Gramma and Grampa!" he said with such conviction and disdain you'd think I told him I was dropping out of school to become a prostitute.

I proceeded to remind him of two things:

1. The aformentioned fact that I refuse to live in Boston.
2. When I was younger and discussing college was simply something I did to pass the time, I clearly remember my stepmom saying none of her children were allowed to move back home after college. I (of course) took these words for gospel. My father (of course) thought I was insane for doing so.

"No one is kicking you out of your home, Sara," My dad replied. "You'll live at home for the summer while we look for an apartment and in August you can move out."

Now if you're a loyal reader of this blog, you should remember a post from a few weeks ago in which I formally declared that after this summer I would no longer be calling New Jersey home or spending more than a week in this God forsaken state. My father however refused to accept my hatred of the state as a reason why I shouldn't live here and just like that my carefully constructed plan crumbled like a fucking cookie.

As my role model Michael Corleone would say, "Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in!"

Spooky....

I got bored at work today, so I decided to look up the traits of my astrological sign to see if any of them were accurate for me. Here is what I found. Clearly I was meant to be a Capricorn. (I'm going to strike through the ones i honestly don't think describe me and bold the ones that are frighteningly correct)

Positive Traits:

• Practical and prudent
• Ambitious and disciplined
• Patient and careful
• Humorous and reserved

Negative Traits:

• Pessimistic and fatalistic
• Miserly and grudging

Capricorn Likes: hot, simple food, antiques, history, duties and responsibilities, not being pressured by others, having plenty of unconditional love, lots of personal privacy, new books, and expensive gemstones.

Capricorn Dislikes: untidiness and disorder of all kinds, being teased, surprises, new ideas, loneliness, being made to feel useless or incompetent, and being embarrassed in public.

so me it's not even funny

Brain Damage (Eminem Cover) - Laura Marling

if teleportation was possible
i'd be in Somerville right now

Summer is for...

When I like something, I obsess over it. I allow it to consume me. So because I really like updating this blog (another obsession perhaps?) I decided to make a list of my summer obsessions:

1. J.Crew Tissue Ts - They are v-neck, kind of baggy, and made of the softest material known to man. Although they were originally nearly $30 each, every now and then i'll find they've gone on sale. I currently own seven (all different colors) and i plan to buy the rest of them. Chelsea, if you thought I was kidding when I said I was going to impliment a Sigma uniform consisting of skinny jeans and v-neck t's, I wasn't
2. Series Gringas - This website has downloads of recent episodes of basically every show you could ever dream of. I've been able to get into so many new (and old) shows because of it. My current kick is How I Met Your Mother. So I guess this one is really two obsessions... or an obsession within an obsession.
3. The Hangover -I really didn't think anything of it when I first started seeing previews. It didn't appeal to me all that much, so I figured I'd simply let it pass. Then (for some reason) I got roped into seeing it. I swear to God, seeing that movie is a fucking religious experience. So of course after seeing it, I had to look up everything about the best looking actor in the movie (as is the same with every movie or tv show i love). This leads us to number 4...
   
4. Bradley Cooper - I first saw this gentleman in He's Just Not That Into You. I thought he was cute, but nothing special. I was probably obsessing about some other actor at the time, so I was too busy to notice. But boy did I notice him in The Hangover. At 34, he has been married and starred in several failed TV shows. One of which was Kitchen Confidential. Although it only lasted 4 episodes (13 were filmed) it's fucking gold I swear.

There are probably more, but my hands are cramping and it's making me not want to type anymore. I will update the list once I can move my fingers again.

I'm going to hell...

For the past couple weeks I'd kind of been regretting my decision to go back to Inside Edition. If I was lucky I'd get maybe one or two assignments a day (which I'd finish way to quickly) and then spend the rest of the time I was there counting down the minutes till 5:00.

Then Michael Jackson died.

The past few days have been so incredibly busy that I haven't even had enough time to check the clock. I've probably worked at least once with all of the producers, giving them a chance to learn my name. This of course means that when all of this insanity dies down, I'll be the intern they go to when they have work.

So um thanks Michael, for ya know... biting it.

Well then....

I have a small bladder.

This is especially true when I drink diet coke with ice as was the case this morning.

So because of the small bladder and the diet coke with ice, I really had to pee this morning when I got off the train. Rather than hold it in until I got to work (it's a ten(ish) minute walk), I decided to go into the Columbus Circle mall and use the public restroom. Big mistake.

Now I don't really think what follows could be described as embarrassing. It doesn't even have anything to do with me except for the fact that I was there. I just really needed to write it down. Now back to the story.

So I make my way to the bathroom (which is at the end of a creepy hallway) and upon entering I hear a little sniffling. By the time I get into the stall, the sniffling has turned into wracking sobs. I'm trying to do my business, but I feel really awkward intruding on a private moment. So I finish when all of a sudden this woman is not only sobbing, but screaming. My mind starts to race. I don't hear anyone else so I don't think she's getting raped or hurt. I've seen a few too many episodes of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" so I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that she could be giving birth.

Then the screams get even louder. I'm talking blood curdling. At this point I've finished what I came there to do, but I'm scared to leave the stall. I don't want to walk out at the same time as this banshee who I'm sure will kill me upon sight. So I simply stand there waiting for her to finish.

After a few minutes she stopped, slammed the door to her stall open and ran out of the bathroom. She didn't even wash her hands. Once I was sure she was gone, I exited as well. Having safely made my way back out of the creepy hallway I proceeded to make my way to work, no longer needing to pee, kind of wishing I'd just held it in.