Giving notice

I moved to New York in the summer of 2006. In the fall of that year I wrote this:

If you aren’t careful, New York will eat you alive. It will open its gaping jaws and swallow you whole into the steaming subway tunnels below. Lately I’ve just been hoping one day it will spit me out.

The time has come (the walrus said). Tomorrow is my last day of work at the only job I’ve had since college. In fact, I’ve been here almost as long as my college career, 3 years this past month. This week is truly bittersweet.

I have a case of the lasts. The last cupcake, the last Wednesday, the last time I eat here or there or see this view. Worst of all are the last goodbyes. Everyone says they’ll keep in touch and visit etc etc. But realistically, I’ve done this before, and like it or not there are people I won’t ever see again. The only thing I can hope is that I made the most of my time here.

For better or worse, I am getting out of dodge in four days.

better than I could say it myself

New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down

New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down

Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage

New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down

about to subscribe to Super Tween magazine or something

This is embarassing, but I’m going to admit it.

I heart Robert Pattinson. I do. Sure, he looks kind of unwashed most of the time, and he does make weird faces sometimes, but despite all that, I find him to be super hot. I just saw that he’s filming in New York, and I am more than a little tempted to go downtown and stalk the set. But I won’t. Because I am more mature than that. Maybe.

ps I also recently set my DVR to record every rerun of Gilmore Girls on TV, and I’m loving it. And remembering how much I like Sam Philips.

nostalgia, Disney channel style

Disney is currently showing the “classic” film Aladdin. (Am I really old enough that movies from my lifetime can be considered classics? That’s not to say I don’t agree…)

I’m obviously watching it, and getting the most wonderful sense of nostalgia for (of all things) summer camp. I can remember singing the songs while popsicle juice dripped down my fingers. Especially the part in the One Jump Ahead song, Aladdin sings “I steal only what I can’t afford” and they’d we’d yell out ‘and that’s everything!’

Then sophomore year (of college, don’t judge) the Bee and I used to sing A Whole New World to each other, or just randomly IM each other the phrase ‘every moment red letter.’

Seriously though, this is such a good movie. They keep tigers and tiny monkeys as pets!

this is so….

That’s the subject line of the email I received from my dad this morning. Here’s the body, it comes from Dear Prudence on Slate (an addiction of mine):

“Nose tw, Ind.: Hi Prudy, I know this is a bit out of left field, but I don’t know who else to ask. Is there a term for when somebody has the exact same nose as you do?

If you have the same parents, you’re siblings. And if you have the same job, you’re coworkers. If you play basketball together: you’re teammates. Same nationality: compatriots. Same house: roommates. But what’s the term when you have the same nose?

I ask because I have the exact same nose as Roger Federer.”

If you’ve never met me or my dad, you wouldn’t get the joke here, but if you have, I hope you appreciate it.

See that nose there? Well I have the same one now, and I’m still waiting to grow into it. I’m not sure if there’s a term for having the same nose as a celebrity, but the term for my situation is family.

PS – Aren’t I adorable?

contents will self-destruct in…

Emlocke did it, then Heather from Singing With My Heart (which I just recently started reading and dig), and since I don’t have anything interesting to write about, I figured I’d copycat.

My bag and it’s contents:

I bought this bag last August as a present to myself when I got my driver’s license.

Orbit gum
5 bobby pins
3 pens
Work pass
Coconut body lotion (from a winter survival kit sent from a friend)
LG Chocolate phone (red)
iPod in a case that’s too big for it
Pharmacy in a bag
Tissues
Planner (rarely used)
Powder compact (used only for mirror)
Assorted lip balms/glosses
Citrus hand lotion (also from winter kit)
Assorted cards (library, Starbucks, etc)
Keys (NY apartment, PA home, GW Men’s basketball schedule from ‘05-’06)
Wallet
Sunglasses in case

I should admit that there are usually crumpled receipts in there, but I cleaned up for you.