Years ago, when my journal went my a different name, I posted and entry entitled "Autumn in New York" (actually, it was Mew York until Joy corrected it). I was absolutely obsessed with that song. Little did I know...

So a quick, numerical run down (you konw, b/c I gotta get things done quick since I'm from NY now)

1. I am a financial analyst. It's busy, lots of work, but it's ok.
2. We signed a lease today. I am going to live, starting Oct. 1, on 73rd and York (Upper East Side). Not bad, not bad.
3. I'm still on the fence about how I feel about this city. I am actually fairly homesick, just for the calm. I liked riding my bike this summer, just listening to music and thinking. Not so much calm here. I love the culture but...I miss the "small big city" feel of someplace like Chicago. It's a big city, it's amazing, but it's just not that...overwhelming. I just feel nostalgic b/c I'm listening to "Blonde on Blonde" and missing the people I knew there who lent me that record (and there were multiple people).

Other than that...keep in touch people :) I'm sick of losing contact with people b/c I leave town. I realized that my life is only as good as the people I know.

Party like a rock start, bitches.


Sleep is for the weak.

Sometimes when I'm bored, I'll adopt accents on the phone. Like a heavy chicAgo accent, just the throw them off. Or sometimes I'll slip weird pronunciation of words (like water, call, anything with an all sound that makes me pretend I have a NY accent) into sentences. That way they're scared of my obvious bad-ass nature. "Oh shit, she's from New York. Get her food for free, garcon!"

2005 Honda 2D Civic for sale! Under 25,000 miles, manual transmission, a beautiful car!
$12,500 (blue book value) but I'm negotiable.
Tell your friends! Chicago/Ann Arbor people alike!

Mom to screaming child: Shut the fuck up!
Man: Yeah, keep telling your kid 'Shut the fuck up' so he can grow up and steal my car someday.


Sorry, no real update, but I guess since I'm moving to NYC I should get used to this kind of conversation.

Updating? Meh, not so much. Posting from "Overheard in New York"? Yea, that's better.

Religious guy: ... And remember, Jesus loves you! He loves us all. Jesus loves you!
Man in back of train: Jesus fucking hates you! Shut the fuck up!


Sorry, I just think it's funny when people are mean.

A tourist mom with three teens in tow halts in the middle of the block, causing two suits and several other people to crash into them.

Suit #1: For the love of God, move, you idiots! There are people walking behind you!
Tourist mom: You don't have to be so rude!
Suit #2: He's rude? You clearly see this is a busy sidewalk, and yet you stop dead in the middle and block all traffic!
Tourist mom: He didn't have to say it so rude -- we are not from around here!
Suit #1: And does that somehow excuse your being idiots and stopping in the middle of a busy street?
Tourist mom: At least we are not so rude in Tennessee!
Suit #2: That explains the idiocy, but it still isn't an excuse.
Tourist mom: That was unnecessary!
Suit #1: Perhaps, but it's true.
Suit #2: Here, maybe this is more polite: Welcome to New York. Slow walking idiots prone to stopping for no reason stay to the fucking right of busy sidewalks, and don't get in the way of the non-mentally impaired locals. Now fuck off.

--50th & 6th



...overheardinnewyork.com

i want a dog. more than anything! ok, to do list:

1)get job for after college
2)get dog
3)name dog sydney
4)convince everyone that pugs do not look like minions of satan

HYPE!! I'm HYPE!!! and it's only 9:45!!!!! But, see, I gotta get hype. Today is the day I tell Gettyimages(Check out Gettyimages.com) that I would be an amazing employee. Not only do I fill TWO quotas (does that even exist in IL?) but I do sales! I work at a magazine! I like pictures! I talked to a rep yesterday at an internship fair, but I wasn't quite on top of my game. Today, I go, guns blazing, spewing company knowledge and slogans. Joy Wei always tells me she doesn't worry about my future b/c she thinks that, when I want something, I do it. No bullshit, man. I will attampt to prove her right. I WANT a job in Chicago, so I'm gonna fucking do it! ok, well, I'm gonna try. Gettymages is a pretty badass company. Offices all over the world, very famous clientele. I'm sure I'm not the only near-grad salivating over the possibility of combining corporate America with my hipster-esque past. I have no doubt there is someone more qualified out here, and I also have no doubt they will be found. So maybe I'm not so confident about my ability to get this position, or even get an interview. But if I'm proactive, actually say intelligent things to the rep, and present my best skills, I will at least be satisfied.

It was fun getting dressed this morning. I had to find an outfit that said "Look, I'm professional, I own some nice pants!"(ok, fine, I borrowed some nice pants) but also says "I'm so artsy and hip it hurts. Wouldn't you love for me to sell your fashipnable film and photography?". I think I have managed to do that. Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just supposed to be wearing a suit? Whatever, I'd rather work for a company that appreciates my passion for what they're doing and my potential skills rather than the fact that my BSchool has told me this is what your wear to interview, have at it! (Sorry, I've been mad at the BSchool lately. They have all the luck! But I only have love for my BSchool friend. For real, yo.)

So wish me luck. Although by the time most of you (all one of you) read this,I will have probably have already been hype! HYPE!!!


www.gettyimages.com/edit----> magazine published by the company


Someone play me the Rocky theme while I go kick some ass.

I have not updated in a long long time, but I had a sudden urge and I needed to deal with it.

You know how songs can make your feel so nostalgic it makes your chest hurt? Well, for some reason, Ratatat does that for me. I know, right? if you konw them, that doesn't seem feasible. But for real. Morgan called me, hanging out with Shaina. So there's two people I really miss, and they're at a club playing "Crips". Seriously, when was the last time you heard that in a club? NEVER, for me. And I suddenly remembered how I used to listen to that song A LOT in Chicago, while walking to the EL, while riding the bus, while walking downtown, anything really. And I got that chest tightness feeling.

I love UM, I really do, but sometimes being in Ann Arbor again makes me feel like I've moved backwards a bit. I always feel like it's silly to get all discontented and things. Especially since I'm a "the grass is always greener" kinda gal. But it isn't unreasonable to think that, after 22 years (give or take) in the same area one might start to get restless. I'm already planning my escape. Chicago is the ultimate goal. Perhaps other cities will come in between, maybe others will follow, but I know I have to get back there. I like it b/c it isnt stagnant. It won't be the same as when I lived there. The people will have changed (either my moving or just growing and changing), I may not live in the same area, hell, I probably won't even know any of the same people. But that's why Chicago works: there's something keeping you there other than the people. It's the possibilities. Ann Arbor....is amazing. It is. But, somewhere deep down, when you live here, the only thing you can hold onto are your old memories, the people you used to know, situations you used to understand. When that changes, everyone still tries to hold on, but it isn't right.


In other news, I am trying to mix it up a bit by doing some more activities. I'm playing violin again, taking ballet again, and NOT working retail(hurrah!). And there's always the fashionable Shei Magazine.

Ever notice there isn't a post I DON'T talk about my love for Morgan and Chicago?