What U Know About That????

So, it's been QUITE a crazy week since I last posted. Let's recap.

Thursday, I managed to go to a mediocre NYC sushi restuarant and nearly choked on my asparagus veggie roll in front of the many patrons...

Friday, managed to get holla-ed at in new ways. As in, hey you, Fendi girl, yeah I'm talking to you with the Fendi sunglasses. Also embarked upon my very first weekend class. Conflict management. So my prof was late to class right, and when she came in I was like, oh, she's black! (No wonder she was on CP time, lol). Joking. So she's amazing, we have a good class period. Saturday also consisted of this wonderful class, all the way from 9-6. But it was ok, cuz we had breaks. Erin and I fully utilized these breaks by taking advantage of the school carnival and riding the free rides. Of course this caused us to come into class after breaks late, but hey, it happens.

Sunday was cool cuz I met a nice lady at church, and from now on we're sitting together at church.

So yeah, my weekend was boring, I can admit that. But I had 2 tests this week. On Monday, I took the first one. Actually, it was still a good Monday though. I'm starting to like the library a lot. Don't read too much into that. Being there just puts me in a good mood sometimes.

And work also puts me in a good mood. Tuesday was so freakin awesome, I was reallly living up to my smiley nickname (why the heck do so many ppl in general end up calling me that? isn't it NORMAL to smile????). So I had some office fun, got lots of work done. Found out that I am my boss when she was 22 years old. It kind of freaks me out. Not because I don't *want* to be like her. I mean, who wouldn't want to be like her? My boss is seriously gorgeous, she's like got perfect bone structure and she looks like she's 25. And along with that, she's got an amazing career, she's driven and intelligent. It just freaks me out that I know someone who is so similar to me (and yet we're not related). But at the same time, it's nice to know that she gets me, that she understands. I keep wondering if we would be friends if we met outside the office.

Oh, so now to my hell, which has been going on since yesterday. So I'll start from the beginning. After class on Monday, I was really hungry. I was going to go to Bulldog Burrito, but then I thought that it would be nice to get some turkish food. So I went all out, I bought meat pies, lamb kebabs with rice, salad, bread. It was tasty. I had so much food that I had like 3 meals worth of food. So I had a meat pie at work on Tuesday. Tuesday night I had salad and the lamb and rice (which also had peppers). Immediately after eating it, I was like, oooooh don't feel so good. But I knew that I had to study for my exam on Weds like whoa, and I thought that it would pass. So I went to Starbucks to study with Erin at around 9. By eleven, I couldn't stop complaining about the pain, so we went to Erin's place and she gave me some Alka Selzter. I think she should've videotaped me, I was moaning and groaning in pain and I couldn't drink all of it. I was like, oooh my tummy's too bubbly. So basically, did not get lots of studying done, but i knew I'd study before the exam. But of course, it didn't end up that way.

I stayed up all night, cuz my stomach was hurting so badly. Finally, I ended up getting sick in the trash can and toilet a few times, and making trips downstairs to the dumpster (it happens). By 5 AM, I had been up all night, and I emailed the prof to let him know that there would be no testing that day for me, since I'd be running to the potty throughout the entire proctoring of the test. Goody. So I spent my wedsnesday not going to the library to work, and I slept a lot. I ate alot of toast and plain Japanese udon noodles. Oh, and I spent the day feeling ill with chills, sick tummy, a headache, and swollen lymph nodes. At least I got to catch the Tyra show in the morning. Oh damn, I forgot to watch Top Model last night. Tears. Well, I slept most of the day.

Oh, and ya'll will so laugh when I tell you what I'm going to say next. So when I was getting ill that night, guess what I was screaming and moaning? "oooohh Jesus,ooooh dear sweet Jesus! Help me Jesus!!!". I thought Vanessa was going to wake up, if she would've, she definitely would've laughed like crazy. It was funny.

I skipped NYC today too, cuz I still had chills and my tummy still was hurting. I had pancakes with butter and maple syrup this morning. I ate rice for lunch and dinner. I also went to Shaw's to get ice cream, cuz I needed some dessert. Not exactly real solid foods, but I'm sorta getting there. I fully intend to eat Bulldog Burrito soft tacos for dinner tomorrow. I've been craving them. In fact, I've been craving a lot of stuff.

In other news, I think that God doesn't want me to do anything remotely sexy, which is why I have been going through this "breakthrough" thing for around 3 weeks. Guess I won't be getting a sugar daddy anytime soon. Oh darn!

On Tuesday, I witnessed some really messed up stuff on the subway. So you understand that our office is in Chelsea, so there's a lot of gay men. So there was a couple sitting across from me. Some women came and sat next to me and were saying soooo much crap about this couple, loudly. Who knew that ppl would talk stuff about a gay couple, minding their own business? Who knew that there would actually be narrow minded people like that in the world's most open minded city? Pissed me off beyond belief. I was almost crying cuz I was so upset. It was my first time witnessing gay discrimination like that firsthand.

Need to study and go to bed. Oh, and checked my fortune on my Dashboard, and it said "Alls well that ends" (in bed). Night kiddies!

Loving It All, and Taking It In

So, on with my NYC/ boring school saga, haha.

Last week on Thursday, I woke up at 4 AM (yeah, you read that correctly) to go to the Bliss Sample Sale in the financial district. If you know Bliss, you know that they have luxorious spa products, and I've been in need of some spa treats cuz of the increased stress in my life. So I got there at 8:00 AM, and I was the first one in line to go into the warehouse. They had a lot of good products, and I was also lucky enough to get 2 of the softest cotton shirts in the world for $2.50 each. So basically that was my first real sample sale in New York, with the women rummaging through bins looking for nice colored lipsticks and eyeshadows.

On that same day, I decided that I would go to the park and eat lunch. In the elevator ride down to the lobby, three ladies from the 9th and 11th floors introduced themselves to me:) And as I was walking to the park, I found out that they were walking that way too, so we walked together. Then, we all ended up going to a cute restaurant called Curry In a Hurry, and we sat and chatted it up for 2 hours. By 2:00 that afternoon, I had made 3 good friends. See, anything can happen in New York!! So that was really exciting.

Friday at work was cute too, simply because I *think* that I'm quickly becoming an office favorite. I haven't had a chance to get to know everyone because I have work to do and I want to get it done, but being on the same level as everyone in the office (socially) is very important to me right now. I'm such a dork, but I want to make a lot of good friends here. And the people actually seem nice enough that I can do that. It really is like the workplace William and Mary, and that's probably why I adore it so much.

I feel like my outlook is changing cuz of work too. I'm around women who are in that stage of their lives where they are deciding whether or not to have kids, and now I'm becoming all kid oriented. There have been breakthroughs, guys! I like kids now! Ever since those kids sang at church, I've been on a oooh kids are cute frenzy!! Crazy, right? The girl who always said, "I hate kids" is now saying that she actually likes them! I'm even considering having little boys, gasp. Now that is major. All of you know how I was always saying how I hate boys and I'll never have gross, play in the mud with earthworms and crap little boys. But now I'm actually changing my views on them. I can't believe it!

I went to the spa on Saturday too!!! Oh, I needed it so badly. My therapist was like, don't come here again with all of those knots. I was in soo much pain before I saw her, and she had to resort to painful tactics to get the knots out, but I'm feeling so much better now.

Ooh, this weekend, Erin, me, and Lauren and her boyf, etc went to Hula Hanks. I was a Hula Hanks v, but no more! Hula Hanks is basically a tropically vacation wannabe place, which is actually quite appealing to me. Tropical drinks to your heart's content. Dancing too. So I had somewhat of a good time there. Erin and I then proceeded to go to King Falafel, and we were asked where we were from by the Syrian employee. Sigh, it's so sad, people think that I'm from some place exotic. All I can do is say my great grandmother was native american. Ooh, the other day I was mistaken for being middle eastern, so there's hope for me and the arabs, hahaha.

Church was really good, I did something dorky and introduced myself to an individual. He was sitting in the pew behind his family. Him and his dad seem to have a good relationship, it's so beautiful. I think I said hi to Pastor Candice too. It's so funny, she seems like so important to me, like the president's wife or something. And I don't know how much she realizes that the things she says to people immensely positively affect them. But she's great.

I went to the beach on Sunday too, to attempt to get a tan. Whoa. Shedding the high yellow of the winter, hahha.

Yesterday I was greeted with a "hey you". It was possibly the most sexiest greeting that I have ever heard in my entire life. It was like one of those 4play greetings that should be used for bedroom purposes only. Sigh, it was HOTT!. It's going to be added to my 4play list. Although, I guess that it's like number 2 on the list, because I only have one other activity on my 4play list.(trust me, it's not all that bad) But that's for another blog entry, hehe.


I'm studying and being a poo all today at the library. But for the rest of the week and next week I have hot lunch dates lined up in the city!

Musings

When confronted with the statement that, "you don't possibly understand, because as an only child, you've had everything handed to you, never had to work for anything in your life and you're just pampered", it kind of gets me fired up. No individual has necessarily said those exact words to me, but I've heard variations of the phrase. Obviously what a person thinks about me or anyone for that matter is between them and their own self-esteem, but I thought that I'd clear things up, once and for all. And this is that first and only time I'm writing an entry like this. For all of the young, ambitious only children out there.

Growing up, the two phrases that I hated more than anything in the world were "you can't have it" and "no". Luckily I didn't hear those very often. But the times when I did, I happened to negotiate with my parents until I got what I wanted. When I heard those words, those words that made my heart break and anger surge through my little body, it made me want to break the barriers and fight for what I desired most in the world. After getting what I wanted so many times, I knew that I had high expectations, and I refused to receive anything less. It gave me the persistence, the drive, the passion, the motivation that I currently have today.

Time and time again, people settle. People make excuses and rationalize. People settle, whether it be on a school, job position, salary, etc. But they rationalize it by saying oh, it's ok that I didn't go to this school because my education is the same as that top tier school. Or it's ok that I got this position, because it's 5 minutes from my house. Or it's ok that I'm making less because I'm satisfied. In my opinion, I think that people say this stuff to make themselves feel better, to boost their sorry egos. Why? Because they can't accept that they didn't try, whether it was because they were afraid they would fail or because they were too lazy to make a difference in their own lives.*And it's a really difficult to fathom, because I'm not the type of person to make an excuse for something. If I didn't get it, I didn't get it.

(*and no this does not apply to the disadvantaged)

But to say that only children obviously haven't worked for anything, that's a little bit of a judgment call. In fact, I think that it's ludicrous. Who cares about what I've gotten from my parents, consider me blessed cuz they can actually afford it. If anything, it's changed my outlook on life for the better because I set high goals. I've had a lot of accomplishments, and maybe it seems like they were easy to come by, but maybe it's just cuz I make it look easy.