Upon Us All A Little Rain Must Fall

I'm approaching the one year mark for when my life began the flip upside-down....and down...and down....and down.....

And, it hasn't stopped. I thought with the New Year, a move, etc... I'd keep getting a clean slate. I've applied to grad school, sought after boys, but nothing seems to provide the solution I am looking for....mostly because the best decisions are made from within. These days my within is torn up wreckage from the tornado of a year I've had.

Last week my mom came to visit. While we enjoyed ourselves at restaurants, a play, and museums we could not escape the torment of my life. What am I doing with myself?! Time and time again we would come back to this unhappy place where I would end up sobbing in Italian restaurants, parks, and hotel bathrooms. I've become so confused I even turned down wine and shots from the seriously concerned waiters.

About two days ago I found out my grandmother went to the hospital. She fell and had to have a hip replacement surgery. It is not the first time she has fallen, but she will have to stay in the hospital for at least 3 or 4 weeks. If it turns out she can no longer be independent, I believe that might be what kills her. What really gets me is that she tripped over her laundry basket when she fell...

...I used to be the one who did her laundry, but I am no longer home.

And now what? Do I stay here? Go back to school? Go home?

I'm told to channel my creative thoughts and that will bring me my solution. What if there is no solution?

Why does there have be so much suffering, pain, endurance, and isolation in order for us to survive?

Piece, Love, and Happiness

What more is there in life than a good piece of pizza?

A cheap piece of pizza.

I'm notorious for my burger obsession. Equally well known among a select few people (most often those accompanying me post-happy hour) is my interest in finding the best slice for the best price. In Bloomington, there was no exception. Bar crawls turned into Pizza crawls, and the best cure the following day was the same remedy as the night before... More Pizza!

Now I'm in New York. This is one place I can safely say I do not like the pizza, with the exception of Artichoke, a place on 14th street in the East Village. Artichoke aside, most pizza here is thin, sauce-less, and tastes stale. I like a doughier version, oozing with cheese, sauce, and toppings, which I was recently told may be caused by using pretzel dough, instead of normal dough! Genius!

However, last night I enjoyed more than just my thin, crisp, slice...I had a pint, too! For $5.00 you get a slice of cheese and a pint! For New York standards, that is a steal! To my luck there weren't any booths left, so we were forced to sit at the bar. My friends, thoughtfully, left me a seat on the end, next to an attractive gentleman. Nearly done with my pint we started talking....and would you believe? He's from Chicago! Land of the best pizza on the planet!

While he went out for a smoke, I confirmed with my friends that we were all done and ready to go. I left my number on his napkin, and said good bye as we walked past him out of the restaurant. Not too sure he will call, but it was a very pleasant lapse in time, away from working, sleeping, or stressing in which I got to have my fun...and, eat it too!

Fruity Pebbles

Girl Roomie: (talking to guy roomie) 'If you're going to get rice crispies, don't get the chocolate or the fruity kind!'

Me: 'Don't be discriminatory towards cereals!'

Guy Roomie: 'Its ok. We like chocolate and fruity ones here.'

ten minutes later...

Girl Roomie: 'I just threw (Guy)'s wallet out of the window.'

Me: 'WHAT?!'

Girl R.: 'Yea, he forgot to bring it with him.'

Me: 'Did he catch it?!'

Girl R.: 'No... I heard a loud thud.'

Loving my new room mates...

Sunday In The Park With Mia

My sister was in town for The Armory (New York Art Fair), and we were able to enjoy the second day of spring together! We met up at Columbus Circle to eat lunch. We ate at PJ Clark's, a famous New York staple. I, as usual, had a burger...as did my sister. Guess it runs in the family?

After a very filling meal, we walked through Central Park. At the other side of the park, we decided to go to the Whitney Museum for the 2010 Biennial. We spent the majority of our time admiring the new up and coming modern artists, from The Armory show.

I am thrilled for the warmer weather...and possibly what else is to come?!...happiness I hope!

I QUIT!

Today I quit my 'job.'

I decided after 6 months of hard labor, that I'm not moving up the company ladder...and, I DON'T want to be a 'glorified slave' or 'super intern' forever. Mostly, I just want to be appreciated and/ or paid.

When I left tonight, feelings of freedom and redemption did not meet me at the door. I did not get a gold star at the end of the day. It will take me a few days, weeks, or years, to feel any sense of accomplishment.

In the mean time, I'll continue working at the gym shop, make some money, and finish my graduate school applications.