newness.

lots of new lately. new york, new apartment, new roommates, new job, new office, new sights, new sounds, new..err...umm relationship status.

Because of course, only I, Nicole Katrina Cunningham, move to New York City and meet a Cuban/Italian Aries that lives in Miami but hey, such is life.

So yea, lots of new lately. I mean, I love it. No complaints. I think its good to switch things up every now and then; never get too accustomed to one setting or another because you'll never grow as an individual. Several people from Miami have been telling me lately that they too would like to move over to NY at some point so I say Just DO IT. Just GO. a Nike/Visa commercial all at once. Why not? If you love it, great. If you hate it here, oh well, you move home. But whats the worst that can happen? Life is too short to have regrets and if at the age of 46 your thinking 'coulda, woulda, shoulda' Then, you have a problem.

Even if things do go a lil astray, its always a learning experience. I mean I came from a job in which I would come and go as a I please, I would lay on my desk and talk on the phone and definitely go on Facebook more than on Lotus notes. Here? I text under my desk, I dont even dare go on the phone unless im on a lunch break which I keep to strictly ONE hour and I sure as hell wouldnt even dare go on facebook on the job. but its a good thing. We all need boundaries and to be brought down to earth every once in awhile. Whats a snotty lil 24 year old doing thinking she can get away with anything when there are people that work day and night to earn minimum wage? So thats basically how I look at everything. Especially when someones being pouty.

Dont pout. Just dont. Its not becoming of you. If some of the people I see on a daily basis arent pouting, you sure as hell shouldnt be pouting either. Pout if you have cancer, no job, or some health issue you have no control over. Even if you do though, dont pout. Life is pretty awesome. We have a sun, a moon, clouds that make cool shapes, trees, funny people, water, and sometimes even a fountain diet coke. If you can make the best of those simple ingredients, you are the luckiest person to have ever lived. If you cant, then please just learn how to.

This blog has no structure. I remember when I first started writing and had thought-out sentences but I just dont seem to be able to do that lately.

Speaking of the weekend (just kidding, we werent speaking of the weekend, we were speaking of my ADD), my sister Trista came to town. Jimmy and I met her, her husband, and some friends for dinner. What type of conversation was brought up at dinner?

"So when did you guys become official?"

"How great is it to fall in love in NYC?!"

"What do you love most about Nicole?"

"When are you two coming out to California to visit?"

Who does that to someone?! What would have happened if Jimmy and I werent that comfortable with eachother and then she asked 'when did you guys become official'? Im pretty sure that goes in the rule book under questions NOT to ask when first meeting someone. lol..oh Trista, gotta love u!!! (ps. go to her website http://www.tristalerit.com. Shes basically phenomenal, and im not just saying that cause shes a Cunningham. Oh another thing, she asked if she could do a photoshoot of us?! haha. 'how to lose a guy in 10 days', literally.

Other cool things that happened this weekend:

- I joined the rest of humanity and finally saw 'The Hangover'. Two thumbs up. I will NOT, however, quote them on any facebook statuses.

- I saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time ever. FROM 3543 MILES AWAY. But I saw it nonetheless. This was in passing though, like we were running late to the movies, I looked to the right, saw it, took a pic, and that was that. I am still owed a statue of liberty visit.

- I was given an in depth tour of the Downtown Cipriani's Residences. I will live there. Fact. Manicures, french toast, and wine cellars at your disposal 24/7? sign me up.

- I think I ate a lil bit of everything this world has to offer us. thats a simple statement. no need to elaborate

...so yea, I plan on bringing the consumption of calories down from 6,000 to 2,000 from now till..uhh.. Thursday. Going to Miami on Thursday. Alex #2 roll, I'm coming for you.


pss. one more random statement. I hope whoever reads this blog lets the music load before reading. if my blog is my movie, music is my movie's soundtrack. please do me the justice. thanks.

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too tired to compose full sentences. but I have still have some thoughts to throw out there.

• yesterday was the saddest day in new york city. everyone on the streets looked sad. i dont know why. i tried to find out.... but nothing... on a brighter note, today, everyone looked happy. therefore the world must be happy.
• i want to be brunette again. i have a problem, im fully aware. but i still want to be brunette. whats a girl to do?
• my sister just came back from summer camp. i asked her what the best part of summer camp was and she answered "i got a boyfriend, we exchanged email addresses, he lives in fort meyers". shes 11. shouldnt her answer have been "the blob"? oi vai.
• im obsessed with cereal, all types of special k, vanilla almond, strawberry, plain, wheat, blueberry. its a serious obsession. it must be consumed at some point during the day
• speaking of obsession, i can honestly say i eat at subway more than jared. im the new jared. haha.
• yesterday i came home early and sat on the couch and then i said "hey, i live in nyc, why am i indoors and not exploring?" then i took a stroll. for some mysterious reason, i ended up in macys. damn feet.
• jimmy d is coming to town tomorrow. im pretty excited. will we go to the statue of liberty? highly doubtful. still excited? super.
• my older sister and her hubby are also coming to town. we are getting patsy's pizza and frozen hot chocolate at serendipity. are you jealous? you should be.
• 'the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog' is a sentence that contains every single letter of the alphabet.
• i have no shows. i used to have lost and gossip girl but i havent been able to keep up. im sad without my shows. everyone needs shows : /
• i get sweet random messages from people about my blog and it makes me smile, thank you :)
• i walk down the street, think of something funny, start laughing and pick up my phone simultaneously so it looks like someone just told me a funny joke and im not just a craz-o.
• i eat lunch by myself almost every day. not because i dont like people i work with, but because i love eating lunch by myself. its my favorite part of the day. i call ash and dee, sometimes jimmy d, sometimes my mom. not chant and lees. sorry chant and lees.
• ive been attempting to read twilight. i cant get into it. Eat Pray Love is still my fave.
• my mom says she raised me to be unrealistic and shes sorry. i said thanks, thats probably the best thing anyone could have ever done for me. everything is realistic, even those things believed to be unrealistic.

Daddy's Girl

I lost my dad on February 9th, 2006. He had been sick with heart problems and emphysema for awhile so the call
I receieved that day was one that was expected but still something I wasnt ready for. If it wasnt for Coldplay's "A Rush of Blood to the Head" album, I think I might of lost my mind. Their music was my constant companion for an entire month straight, and even though there wasnt much significance to their lyrics, the melancholic rhythm and voices were enough to give me the calming effect that was necessary at that time. That day, I texted everyone saying what had happened and to please not try to reach out to me until I was ready to speak to them. Im not the type of person that will go and cry on a shoulder or hug someone when Im sad, I tend to keep things inside and to myself so it was a really strange experience for me and one that I chose to go through alone. I stayed in my room for an entire week and didnt even email my teachers that I wouldnt be going to class. It was irresponsible but i just couldnt do anything that required thought or reason.

Losing a parent is a strange feeling, especially when your 20 years old and didnt expect it to happen for a long time. We spend all our young lives trying to push those thoughts out of our mind and then all of a sudden, boom, its right there and you have to face it when you just wanna crawl into a corner and hide out for awhile. I was about to turn 21, my boyfriend of 4 years and I had just broken up, and now I had to go back to Kentucky, where I had visited my sick father two weeks prior and relive it all. I wish I could say it instantly made me a stronger person but it didnt. My grades dropped, my relationships dwindled, and I had a fear of loving or feeling because I thought "whatever this sucks cuz its all eventually going to end so why even care now".

It took me an entire year to finally speak about it and I realized it was the worst mistake I made. Instead of dealing with it then, I bottled it up and let it all explode at once. Thank God, I had chantel, there with me on the bathroom floor crying an exact year later on the anniversary of my dad's death. My mother and family were there for me too but being the
Colombian hardcore women she is, she basically said to woman up. I didnt want to though. I wanted to feel and cry and talk and experience it all, so I could live it, learn from it, and move on.

Im not saying you move on from losing your dad, but you take whatever positive experiences you can from it and learn from anything that was negative. The only negativity I had to deal with was that I didnt take advantage of enough moments with him and I kinda always expected him to be there. At this point he was living in Kentucky and I was in FSU, focused on myself as the selfish 20 yr olds we all usually are. Kentucky was 'boring' but I was planning on eventually going. Nope, the next time I went was to say goodbye. My last memory of my dad was showing him pictures from my Italy trip. I remember he tried so hard to not cough while I sat next to him on the bed and it killed me inside. I knew he didnt want me to see him in this condition because he was my heroic father so at times I would lie and say I had to go get something so he could cough, nap, and feel as sick as he really was.

My brother, sister, and I returned for the funeral and I had my Coldplay blasting in my ear, during the plane, during the long drive to barbersville, and everytime in between. He was burried in Barbersville next to my grandma and papa and in the same town that is the original birthplace of kentucky fried chicken (dont be jealous of my ancestory, juts dont.). This experience did bring me and my brother and sister closer, they were living in California at the time so we promised we would make it a point to visit more often.

My fathers memory lives on in each of us. My brother, Tim, is his spitting image. Hes into computers, the newspaper, and being 'wise' just like daddy. My gorgeous sister Trista is a reknown wedding photographer in Orange County, my dad spent 90% of his life behind a lens capturing images from around the world, he is definitely looking down and so proud of her many accomplishments. My mom says I remind her of him so much. My quiet demeanor and love for all things international, as well as my work with charity. The best christmas's of my life were spent in Honduras, where my dad was based for work. He would organize toy and candy drives for all the towns children. It didnt cure poverty, but it did put a smile on the face of children that have spent most of their lives just trying to survive.

Its a cliche phrase but I really do feel my dads presense all around me. He is my guardian angel; there have been several instances that ive been driving and not noticing and all of a sudden a force comes that stops my car right at the perfect moment. Hes made me learn to appreciate life, to not put anyone or anything on the backburner, nothing is promised. The only thing that is written in stone is that we will all eventually die, the rest is left up to us.You can make the best of it, or make the worst of it. What do you choose to do?

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, especially my step dad, sergio. Since hes been my step dad since I was 6 years old there has never really been a disconnect. He thinks of me as his birth daughter, and even though I have a different birth father, its all the same. Its the ones who raise you and love you and are there for you unconditionally. Actually the only time I used the stereotypical " your not my father!!" phrase was when he insisted on dropping me off directly infront of Knights of Columbus instead of at the corner, where all the cool kids are dropped. Aside from that, I love him more than words and am so thankful my mother was able to meet him and have my beautiful lil sisters. Every family is different, none of them are perfect. They are the ones who have seen you through the worst of the worst and would never judge, never shun, and never turn their back on you.

And for all of my fellow daddy's girls out there who have lost their dad too many years too soon, I hope you too have come to learn that heaven doesnt really seem so far anymore..

Look at me!

Actual BBM convo I had yesterday with anonymous:

(background info: old friend, haven't spoken in awhile, see them Friday, they say they read my blog, find out we both have bbms, exchange pin.)

me: hey, long time. so, tell me. what do you think of my blog? I know you're dead honest so I want to hear what you have to say.

anonymous: hey, its cool. I like it, entertaining to read.....

me: but.....

anonymous: but I can see how a stranger would think its a little "look at me! look at me!"

me: I cant believe you think I'm "look at me!", Its not like I'm talking about celebrities, champagne, or penthouses. Im just talking about life.

anonymous: I'm not saying I personally think its 'look at me!', I'm saying that others may. I mean its not "look at me! I'm so cool!" but its like "look at me! these are my thoughts!"

me: uh..but its my blog, they are my thoughts?

anonymous: i guess.

me: i have over 2800 views and only a handful of friends I personally that know read this. maybe those strangers actually do want to look at me?

anonymous: oh man, look at you!

Chantel M. Bigglesworth

I write this post for several reasons. 1.) I screwed up royally on Chant's bday and proclaiming my undying love for her is the least I could do, and its still not even enough and 2.) When I think about Chantel and her antics, I could easily burst out laughing in the middle of a funeral. or in the middle of a business meeting, as I did today.

I needed to share these thoughts with the world because what I love most about this child is that very few people would actually believe she says and does the things she says and does.

I would do this post no justice if I didnt take a stroll back in memory lane to 7th grade, when I first met this skinny, twiggy, girl with a mushroom haircut, shiny braces, and a huge ass. I dont remember much but I think it went kinda like this:

Chantel : Hey Nicole, Im Chantel, and im leaving westminster next year to go to a new school so how about on our last day of school, we dress up as spice girls and do a dance performance for the entire student body right here in the courtyard.
Nicole: Sure. As long as I can be Posh Spice.

True story, ladies and gentlemen. We try and think back to our reasoning behind this but there is none. We literally had three days of dance practice at chantels house, came to school on the last day with costumes in our back pack, spread the news to everyone to be at the courtyard at 3pm, and then literally danced and sang to "Spice Up Your Life". She was Ginger, go figure.

Chantel, the lucky bitch, then ofcourse switched schools and this is when I realized she got the better end of the deal. No, she didnt need to come back to 8th grade and see all the same people she ushered into the courtyard that infamous day. But we, the rest of the spice girls themselves, sure as hell did. Chant and I lost touch, Id see her occasionally at Sunset Place wearing ridiculous outfits straight out of RAVE but thats as far as our communication levels went. She did, however, invite me to her 15th bday, and me being the most random person in the world, went and actually slept over her house. This is when I realized she wasnt the same lil Chanty with mushroom haircuts and water bras.

Lo and behold, she was sent back to Boot Camp aka Westminster her Sophomore year. She came to school on the first day with yellow, blonde hair and two white stripes for bangs. She now thought I was a nerdy, sheltered loser, and I thought she was a freako who would just sit behind me in class and draw mushrooms on these love letters shed send to her fellow weirdos. Our parents remained friends and then my mom became her mom's realtor. This meant Chantel and I had to hang out after school and go see houses together.

We both eventually started to grow on eachother. We did what all my friends and I did sophmore year, we went to Sunset Place and house parties named CRAVE and Peaches and Cream ( i know you all went too, dont lie). We realized we had a common denominator, a love history with several Belen boys so we kinda hit it off. One day I even told her that I didnt like those two white streaks she had in her hair and at 11pm that same night, she proceeded to dye them so they'd match the rest of her hair color. You can kinda say I tamed the dragon. Then I brought her along with all my other nerdy, sheltered friends and we sorta created a mixture of nerdy meets wild.

Lots of insanity happened those next couple of years but I realized that as wild as this cherry pop was, she had a heart bigger than the statue of liberty ( and you all know I think that's HUGE). She was always there to beat bitches up, literally, and always there to write you a cheesy ass note. However, we also definitely had our differences that would lead to some pretty disastrous fights ( i once almost walked home from TCBY, that's how bad it was). Then one huge, dumb fight came along that sent us on a two year hiatus from eachother.

At this point, Ashley, Lisa, and I had gone to FSU but the memories of chant didnt fade. Ash and I would ponder when, and if, we would all become friends again. One magical day, the reunion took place, tears were shed, hugs were given and its as if NOTHING had ever happened. It was mystical and wonderful and we never questioned anything ever again. This rebirth of friendship took on a life all of its own. Chantel and Diana moved up to FSU and this is when the Five of us become The Vultures.

Junior Year of FSU was, and still may be, the best year of my life. Inside jokes like no other were created and Chant, Dee, and I would go out every single night. Chantel and I never fought again. We realized that we had way more in common than we thought but at the same time were also very opposite. Our differences united us and I guess you can sorta say we became a tag team. We realized what we really enjoyed in life was eating, scheming, and making fun of ashley together.

Then a trip came along that started an entire new era of our friendship. I call this the 'Era of The BIGGLESWORTH'. See, we took a trip to Vegas one eventful memorial weekend and a certain conversation took place on that plane that would change my life and happiness forever. This is when I realize that no one will ever understand us and our humor and that, itself, is what makes this friendship truly amazing. You see, chantel was hungry. and Instead of saying "im hungry, I want that snack pack that stewardess is offering for $10 dollars", chantel, who immediately evolved into bigglesworth that second said " uh xcuse me ma'am, my intestines are cramping, could I propaganda you for that snack pack in exchange for the small fee of 10 bucks?". But im sad, because that doesnt do it justice. nothing is the same unless its heard in the voice of the biggles.

After that weekend, anything said, had the Biggles accent added to it. Things such as "yea, so?" and "well, hello sir" eventually became 100000 x's funnier. They became so funny that Id call chantel randomly just so she could say "yea, so" and I could laugh for hours on end. She became my instant comedy act and any moment with her was just that much more delightful. She even had a bigglesworth face shed say it with.

Other things Id call her and make her say include:

"Da Dilly d2s, Im twenty years old, im surrounded by beautiful men, no complaints here"

"i just sat back, ate my dorritos, and watched the madness"

"well thank you sir"

To this day, Chant is my Cherry Pie Biggles Buddy. Weve lived together in Latitutde and had pizza sundays, abc.com evenings, and wine nights on the balcony all while contemplating life and its many tribulations. There is a certain aura to her that I will probably never feel from any other person. She can understand where you are coming from even when she is thinking something completely different, she can tell you the advice you already knew but had to ask her for reassurance, and she can cheer up you like no other person in this world with a simple 'yea, so?'.

I can only hope some of you can have friends that are half the friend that she is; Never there to judge and definitely always their to forgive. 30 Years from now, no matter where we are, who we are with, or what we are doing, we will always have the strongest bond full of the strongest memories humany possible. And when we take our trip to Vegas to celebrate our 60th birthday, we will definitely once again propaganda the stewardess for that same damn snack pack. Happy Bday Biggles, welcome to 24.

So old, geez.

Pictures of Strangers

I took my self sightseeing on Saturday and caught wind of a habit that seems to be growing in popularity here in New York. People love to take pictures of strangers. But not just any stranger, only those that have something interesting going on. It can be a ridiculous outfit, an odd behavior, or something that you just wouldnt see on a daily basis. As I strolled through Times Square and sat on the new lounge chairs they have going on (the next best thing since sliced bread), I noticed a rather peculiar man who sat on a bench with a gargantuan camera in his hand. He caught my attention and I was determined to find out what in the world he was so disscreetly trying to pictures of.

All of a sudden, these two red-headed, freckled, fannypack-wearing sisters strolled by. On rollerblades. He had his camera up and aiming in the speed of light. I realized exactly what he was doing and I liked it. This man was taking pictures of the random, marvelous things you see on a daily basis here in this glorious city. He looked over at me and I laughed, and he smiled. He knew that I was on to him but that I appreciated it and would not blow his cover. He then influenced me to do the same.

I took the pictures I would normally take at Times Square (even if I went every single day for the rest of my life) and I was off to find my own works of art. I sat on a bench on the Avenues of the Americas and just observed. It wasnt too long before my first subject came bustling by. It was the hairiest man Ive ever seen carrying a HUGE Tiffany's box. He was a character straight out of a Jim Henson Movie (the one with actual people). And his strut wasnt just a quick step, he was stomping the grounds at a ferocious pace and had the biggest smile from ear to ear. Either he was really happy he was about to be forgivven for his misdeed because whatever was in that Tiffany's box was great, or he was on his way to proclaim his undieing love to the woman hes waited his entire life for. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. I didnt have the audacity to capture the image full frontal so I waited till he passed right by me and got a side angle. Practice will make perfect.

There were several things I saw and would have loved to take a picture of, but as I said, Im not a vain Asian and refuse to just blatantly do it. I sat myself down on a Central Park bench with my hot dog I just got from the street vendor. Next to me was an old man who looked like hed been sitting on that bench all his life. I took a sly lil side shot of him, it took me several attempts to get it but I got a decent one. Then I got a lil daring and whipped out my camera, pretended I was looking at pictures on it, and took a picture of a man changing his shoes across from me. And THEN, I blatantly took pictures of the ice cream eating tourists who sat next to me cause they were looking the other way. Someone on the bench in front of me saw what I did, I looked at her like I had just stolen a cookie out of a cookie jar, and she walked away. Awkward.

I realized I wasnt too good at the strangers thing so I gave it a rest. At this point, the man next to me had decided to lay down completely. I think he almost rested his head entirely on my arm but I didnt even flinch. Let the man rest. While I was sitting there, with my over sized, bug-eyed glasses, phone on one ear and ipod in the other, chomping away at my hot dog, a guy walked by, turned completely facing me and my dear friend laying on the bench next to me and snapped a picture! I think I had the biggest smile ever for that picture because I was so happy that he considered me to be an intersting stranger at that exact moment! I mean its not everyday you see a blonde girl in a flowery, pink dress with an ipod, blackberry, and hot dog, basically sitting with a bums head in her lap so I guess it must have been a cool shot. Especially if it was in black and white. So thats it, Im going to become a professional stranger-picture-taker. Im going to create a massive album of all the characters of New York City and when I am 50 years old, Ill pass it on to my daughter and tell her to go do the same. Ive just created a family tradition, right here, right now, and you my friends, are witnesses.

The Case of the Vain Asian

So I was riding home on the train the other day, glancing around, covertly trying to scope out the scene when I spotted this quiet, quaint, mid 20s Asian girl. She sat there in complete silence and stillness and my mind wandered off into Nictopia wondering," where is she from? Why can't I tell the difference between Asian countries and their native people? Does she speak English? Is she really sad or does she just naturally look sad? Why am I so dumb and stereotyping people?" All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she whipped out her uber high tech cell phone (stereotyping again, Im sure it was just a blackberry )and started taking pictures of herself. But I mean like sexy 'stare at the camera with that 'deer in the headlights' type of look. I was flabbergasted that I had thought that was the last thing shed all of a sudden do but I was even more surprised that she had the audacity to do that right there, on the 7 train amongst its 37 passengers.

I think the only appropriate times to take phone pics of yourself is either (a.) In the back of a cab,intoxicated(b.) At a club with some random person you think deserves to be in your phone pic cause that's how random seeing them is, intoxicated or (c.) In the privacy of your home, sober or intoxicated.

People in NY have more audacity than anyone I know. They sing down the streets, dance while they're standing in line, and blatantly take sexy phone pics in the dead silence of the 7 train. I think they are the few people who live by the cliche "sing like no one can hear you and dance like no one is watching.

Me, I don't even bother singing and I definitely dance like 'all eyez on me'. I don't even hum out loud cause I'm shy, embarrassed, awkward. I don't know why. I can be either extremely outgoing and non-shy but at simple things like that, Ill hide in a corner hoping I go unnoticed. Maybe I'm insecure? I mean it takes a really confident person to just not care what others are thinking and while I may think I'm confident, why do I lower the volume on my ipod enough to check if my humming or singing is audible?

Other things that make me question myself are simple daily events like bumping into someone by mistake. Even when people bump into me by mistake, I'm already apologizing, looking down, and running away. How weird is that? Its something I constantly wonder about. I mean I'm not saying I'm casually bumping into people all day but those times that its happened, Ive always been the one to apologize. Screw you jerk, you bumped into ME! Stand up for yourself, Nicole! Well, this may be a lil one sided because I have elbowed people out of my way on my way to the bathroom at a club. But those sober days down the streets are the ones that really get to me.

Another thing I do, if I see that the train is about to leave, and I'm about 10 steps away, I wont run and try to get in it like most people do. You know why? Because I think I'm going to trip, fall, or just not get let in and then everyone (those random 5 people in the train ill never see again) are going to think I'm a loser and laugh at me. How insecure is that?! Now THAT, that really annoys me because it would save much time if I were one of those "runners."

I seem to have this constant fear that I am going to trip or fall in front of a large group of people. In Miami it was really bad. Like you could hardly pay me to walk across a traffic light on the Beach because of that little fear. Ive gotten way better, I don't even notice the other cars at all anymore. Sometimes, though, I walk like a "geisha". I take itty bitty Japanese steps depending on what shoes I'm wearing so that I don't fall.

I think we all have the right to trip, fall, dance, sing, take pictures of ourselves, whenever and however we want. Im writing this post as a reassurance to myself that no longer will I hide in a corner and wish I could hum along to Beyonce while I'm on the train. I'M gonna sing out loud, gosh darn it!! And you know what? If at any point I am feeling sexy enough and Dow-eyed enough on the 7 train, on my way home, after a long day at work, I WILL take pictures of myself and send them to all you ... you wait and see..

As for now, I'm off to walk to central park, I may even wear heels and walk really fast in front of the streets lined with 32095 cars waiting to judge me. jk.

Top 7's

To commemorate my one month anniversary of living in New York, I thought I'd make a list of some top random sevens. There is no method to this mayhem, I'm just going to blurt out random thoughts.

Top 7 Things I love about New York
1. My morning commute to work down Lexington Ave and on the 7 train. Never a dull moment. Except when the peep's are sneezing. get away from me.
2. The brownstones I see out my window. And the people living inside them. Im sure they feel the same way.
3. The nightlife of the East Village. Hippie galore, bridge and tunnel, uber trendies, and drunk tourists
4. The fact that I can see the Empire State Building from wherever I am. Too bad I cant say the same thing about Miss Liberty :/
5. My roommates and their expansive wardrobes, ridiculous drunk obscenities, and our undying love for evening cereal bowls.
6. Two words :Times Square. I still have only been able to go that one time...i WILL make it back again, though.
7. The food. Even subway sandwiches are made better here. We have Spice Market, Chickpea, BLT, and NY's Finest Pizza. and awesome hot dog and peanut vendors. I could go on...

Top 7 things I wanted to do in New York and have already done.
( Some more shallow than others)
1. Went to a Charity Benefit at Ciprianis- Wall St. and another one in a trendy loft
2. Walked around for hours at Central Park by my lonesome and thought deep thoughts.
3. Thoroughly explored the Guggenheim and the MET. Asked people "what do you think the artist was trying to say?"
4. Spent a weekend in the Hamptons. Sorry I never blogged about it, there wasn't much to tell. except that one night Teddy said "we just wanna dance"- but you had to be there to appreciate that.
5. Attended a rooftop party/bbq and met artsy people.
6. Ate at Sbarro in Times Square.
7. Saw my favorite celebrity, Shannen Doherty. Brenda Walsh will forever be my idol in life. She tamed Dylan McKay, I mean come on.

Top 7 things I still want to do in New York.
1. Walk by a filming of a Gossip Girl episode
2. The damn Statue of Liberty.
3. Go to a Broadway show and/or radio city music hall.
4. Meet a poet, rock star, artist.
5. Live at my dream building in Chelsea in the pent house
6. Work for the United Nations.
7. Go to Bungalow 8( does it even still exist?)

Top 7 things I miss about Miami
1. Pitbull in the club. I mean they occasionally play it but its really just not the same. I need the Latina's to get crazy
2. The chach's. Jersey girls just don't suffice. Well.....kinda..
3. Ash.Chant.Dee.Lees. my vultures. my loves. my life.
4. Mi familia...blanca serge meg and andi....life just really isnt complete without them. Good thing we speak every morning and every night.
5. My car, roxanne. ( Who is sitting on my driveway, someone sublease from me, dammit)
6. Driving to the Key on Sundays for no reason whatsoever with Noble Nobbe to film music videos.
7. The ocean and all its sea creatures that I fear yet miss. I could never live hear without the ocean less than 10 minutes away.

and in the spirit of honesty,
Top 7 reasons I'm currently smitten with james doddo, esq
1. he went out of his way to ensure that I had my fountain diet coke drink saturday morning. Bottled diet coke is just not the same and he understood.
2. he let me order fizzy water even though im pretty sure he did NOT like it but pretended he did.
3. he strolls, not speed races through the city.
4. he cant tell the difference between MGMT and Lil Wayne but he definitely knows his James Taylor.
5. he told me "your hands were profusely shaking" when we first hung out. I mean if that doesn't break the ice, then what does?
6. his favorite thing to ask me is "thoughts?" Usually guys ask questions like "what are you wearing?" or "whta are yuo ding?" (at 4am). for someone to ask me thoughts? melt.
7. he admits that Im a princess. true story.


that last part was very uncharacteristic of me but a wise person once told me that 'these are life's experiences' and since this is a blog about life, then why not.