Thursday, May 31, 2007

Exhibitionist Opening Party at Soho Grand Hotel

Last night we went to Photographer Rudy Archuleta's show opening in collaboration with designer Craig Robinson at the Soho Grand. I had VIP access, the night was beautiful, the drinks were stiff AND free, and the possibilites were endless..

Missing Semi

My brother's wife, Semi, is serving in Iraq right now. I'm not going to pretend I know much about politics but come on now, isn't it about time we bring our troops home? If not for anything else, I want to get off work and attend their formal wedding!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Memorial Day Weekend

It has rained every year on Memorial Day weekend for the past 9 years. I know this because I was on the lifeguard stand every year, freezing my ass off in a hoodie and sweats, soaked by cold ,spitting rain. I believe the lifeguarding curse has been lifted as it did not rain. I went to the beach for 2 whole hours and only complained 3 times of being hot/bored/hungry.

Went to Avenue in Long Branch on Friday night. It would have been fun if 1) I had friends there 2) the dj didn't suck ass 3) someone bought me a damn drink (so expensive!) 4) my stupid polka dot dress didn't keep blowing over my head and 5) the girls with implants didn't think they were starring in a music video.

On Sunday I went to a bbq at Annie's boyfriend Burt's house. Very impressed with Annie's hostessing abilities. I'm not one for bbq's and the all day drinking thing. I'm not comfortable drinking during the daylight hours where people can see me and I have to make conversation with people. Also, I just never understood bbq activities such as bean bag toss, horse shoes, beer pong, wiffle ball, etc..etc.. Why can't people just sit, eat, and drink without having to converse or be active? Nonetheless, I drank a gallon of margheritas, ate 37 wings, 2 hot dogs, and 4 cannolis, participated (reluctantly) in a game of flip cup, and had a smashing good time.

Congratulations Shavaun!

I'm so proud of my friend, Shavaun, for graduating with a biology degree from Rutgers Cook College. It was the biggest geek convention I've ever been to but hey, someone's got to stop Global Warming and clone animals and I'm glad we have these dorks, I mean, bright young scholars, to do it.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Almost 25

I will be turning 25 in 7 days and now is a good time to do a little self reflecting. What the hell have I accomplished so far? Who have I become? Where am I headed?

Recently, I’ve been really frustrated and growing impatient that I haven’t “made it” yet and am not at where I want to be in life which is being a best-selling author (or even just a published author) and screenwriter, and earning a salary to get me above poverty level. My friends tell me, many of whom are a few years older, that I have plenty of time, I’ll get there soon enough. But I just can’t help but feel like I’m a little behind on the schedule of life. Twenty-five sounded so old when I was fifteen, thinking by this age I would be married, own a house, and be well on my way with my career. I am no where close to being married, I rent a tiny little room in a 3 bedroom apartment, and I just realized the career that I have been building for the past nine years is just so far from what I want to be doing. Who was I kidding when I went to the interview? “Do you work well with others?” No. “Are you a hard worker?” No. “Are you outgoing and sociable?” No. “Do you take orders well?” No. “Do you want this job?” No.

I wish I was one of those people who knew at an early age what they wanted to be when they grow up and followed that path their entire youth to achieve their dream. Or I’ve always envied my peers in college who were going to study law because “both my parents are lawyers” or medicine because “it’s my parents’ dream” or business because “my dad would kill me if I didn’t.” I still have no idea what my father does and my mother compensated for his absence by being supportive of anything I chose. Was she happy when I announced I was going to be an Art major? Absolutely not. But she gave no expression either way which was her way of saying “go ahead.” So I sold back my psychology and business textbooks and used the money to buy some canvas, paintbrushes, and oil paints, all of which are now in storage.

I’ve changed my mind a lot and I tend to never finish anything that I’ve started, especially it if seems to be getting a little too complicated or just too much work. From childhood to the present, not in chronological order, I’ve wanted to be a Flower Shop Owner, Ballerina, Singer, Model, Business Woman (any business would have done), Psychologist, Carpenter (I liked building things and cut-off shorts), Police Officer, Club Owner, Architect, Fashion Designer, Pro Soccer Player, Gymnast, Fashion Photographer, Interpreter, Foreign Ambassador, and Actress. I guess what worries me now is that I am going to put more time, energy, and money into being a writer and in a few years I will change my mind again and want to be a doctor or a contortionist and have to start all over at the bottom.

My friends are getting promotions, buying houses, and getting married. I’m always told not to compare myself to others and I suppose they are right. Where would that get me? I could’ve chosen the conventional path and I didn’t. I’m just wasting time by worrying about how happy everyone else is and whether or not I would ever “make it.” I could be writing. Or drinking. Or writing and drinking.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007


I've finally set up this blog, something that has been on my to do list for quite some time, and I just don't know what to write for my first post. It's not that I haven't got anything to say, I always have plenty to say, but it's almost like when you buy a beautiful new journal and don't want the first page to be like a grocery list or something. Maybe that's just me (?) but I feel I have to say something of importance, profound, or insightful. It's just too much pressure. It's like judging a book by it's cover...I judge my journals by the first entry.

I've got nothing.

So I'm going to cheat and skip the first entry. Blogitty blogitty blah.

More to come soon!