Forecasting my pain
Karma is a bitch, so is payback and all that crap. Last week I was mocking my friend Julie for being such a pansy, complaining about being on her death bed due to a kickboxing class. The “hurt” resulted in her not going to work out the whole week and also taking a pain killer to go bed (and function).
Fast forward a week later, today…and Julie invited me to experience it for myself. Now I am absolutely, 100% without a doubt, NOT IN SHAPE. But I’m getting there, this is week #3 of my “back into the groove” and going to the gym. So I gladly accepted her invitation to join the “pain”.
Fast forward an hour after the class, as I’ve just finished my dinner and I can slowly feel the onset of soreness coming. I never realized that ear lobes can hurt. ouch. help. fml
(will update tomorrow)
WordPress app
I just updated my WP app and realized that I’ve been missing out on all this “on the go” blogging.
2010 is already to fast for me
It’s January 30th, I don’t remember January 12, let alone the other 18 day since then and now I find myself on the cusp of February. I’m also headed to my 7th month living in the city, I can’t believe it’s been 7 months.
There has been so many great things about being in NYC, but one of the not so great things has been my lack of commitment to this blog. I was so prolific at one time, but Twitter, Facebook and Foursquare seem to be enough for me to broadcast my life in tiny pieces rather than focusing on words and paragraphs.
I want this to change, 140 characters doesn’t seem enough. FML
The thought process of painting
I have officially been in my new place in the Upper West Side for a month, and since the first day I have been wanting to paint the walls of the apartment. Those who know me, are fully aware of my “sometimes” impulsive personality. This impulse usually lends itself to things like buying an expensive jar of olives with anchovies despite never actually trying them; but feeling guilty because the store clerk gave me a whole lesson on the process of sticking it in the olive.
So where is this impulse when I need it most? By now my walls should have been painted “artichoke” or “roasted squash”, but nope, not at all. I’m over analyzing and scrutinizing the idea of painting, I also suck at anything remotely creative (that includes manual labor) so this being a DIY job scares me as well.
Ugh, I need some olives
Don McLean scared me today
I was headed to the 1 train this morning, fully indulged in my daily routing of hitting “shuffle” and anticipating music to show up from days of ex-girlfriends passed -while secretly looking for some Miley Cyrus, followed by Wilco. So back to the daily routine, in the middle of my walk I had “American Pie” hit my ears. Crossing streets and avoiding 8 years old’s on the way to work, I got to the lyrics “the day the music died” ..queued up, I started “so bye, bye…Ms American..WHAT!?” My iPod went DEAD.
CREEPY or an OMEN or ???
Gulp
It’s my life
And I feel like I’m spiraling out of control at the moment. Remember when you dream that you’re falling and you wake up with your heart in your throat and you’re breathing in panic mode? That’s me everyday recently. So many back and forth in my mind about what is next. I have an upcoming birthday that is just haunting me, and I’m over the whole “age” thing but I just think it stinks that for the most part that day will be spent alone. I’m too new to the city to really have a “birthday weekend”. I’m considering going on some type of trip but I really can’t afford to spend money on a weekend getaway when I’m in the process of moving out and into a new place.
It’s time like these that I miss my car and Target (bummer)
What’s getting me through these anxiety ridden days? Laughter
U2 360
Even though I’m guilty of bashing U2 albums, I do enjoy seeing them live. I haven’t missed a concert since…uhmm, Zoo TV Tour? My memory is foggy, but I do remember seeing that tour. Live performances do a lot for me, which is one of the reasons I dislike Dave Matthews so much. Everyone says they’re so great live, but the ONE time I saw them, the sucked.
Back to U2, so I’m seeing them tonight and tomorrow at Giants Stadium. Tonight we have the crappy seats, and tomorrow we have the slightly crappier seats. Full reviews will go up later and of course I will be tweeting and status updating like an addict.
staying afloat
The “dream” of living in New York City was fulfilled, but I haven’t really felt good about being on solid footing yet. I was very fortunate to get work within 3 weeks of moving here. I then was able to move into a sublet situation that can be a long term thing if I resign a lease. BUT all of a sudden things have gotten really murky and I can barely think about next weekend, let alone next month.
There have been numerous times in my life where I have had to deal with very difficult people, and I usually found a way into their heart (or good graces). The situation that I’m in right now appears to be the most difficult challenge yet. So what does one do? I’m too old to be caring about whether someone likes me or not (and I’m pretty sure this person doesn’t). Though I do care about the environment I put myself in (work, life, social) and right now one of those environments is sucking my spirit.
What to do, what to do
