They're probably making nookie?

I love my mommy. She is the cutest person in the world and anyone who’s ever met her knows that they can’t say otherwise. Mommy came to pick me up from school today because I had a lot of stuff to bring home for my (very short) winter break. When I asked her why’s she’d come a few hours later than I had expected she explained that (duh) she was getting her hair done.

Now, this is no old lady, pink boof hairstyle. To my mommy this means getting her blonde highlights touched up, trimming her hair that comes down to her chest and getting a professional straightening. Mommy looks just like all the teenage girls in Staten Island, but way cooler because she pulls it off at 48.

Conversations I’ve had with my mommy in the past week:
ME: Mom, what’s going on? I thought you were going to be here by noon?
MOMMY: Sweetie, I told you I was getting my hair done. I had to get my roots touched up, that takes awhile you know. Then Dawn gave me a trim and blew me, then we straightened it. Wait, I said she blew me? You know what I mean – she didn’t BLOW me, she blow-dried my hair.
ME: Thanks, mom, I would have thought you meant something else…

MOMMY: So, I was cleaning your brother’s room the other day and you know what I found?
ME: I have a good feeling that I don’t want to know, but I know you’re going to tell me.
MOMMY: A used condom!
ME: Oh god mom, I knew I didn’t want to know that.
MOMMY: Yeah, but at least he’s using a condom, right?

MOMMY: I’m so excited about Christmas this year. I’m having all my girlfriends over that I haven’t seen in so long.
ME: That’s nice. Who’s coming?
MOMMY: Well, Marianne, Janet, Diane, and Fran. You know Fran, the single one with two kids? The one that has been having an affair with the married man who won’t leave his wife for her and the boys? That’s what happened when you’re a slut.

ME: So John is in New York (from Florida)?
MOMMY: Yeah, he’s staying at your aunt’s.
ME: Aww that’s sweet. They’re probably having a fun, romantic time.
MOMMY: Nah, he’s only in for a week. They’re probably making nookie.

Oh yea. My mommy is the coolest.

no more pencils, no more books

PLEASE take away the books. Today was finally the last day of classes for this semester. Finally. This semester has been the hardest that I've ever had at Fordham. It's not even because I'm diving into my major or anything. No, if I had five organic chemistry classes I think I'd be okay. Everything's just been so hectic between classes, res life, my job... I'm going on a Global Outreach trip in March and preparations for that are already beginning. Yea, it's been a crazy four months.

I've been awake throughout the nights the past week - last night I was up until 6,30am writing a psychology paperand it's 5,45am now. No reason why - just up. So anyway, last night around 4,30 one of the only other people who was online was JJ and we started talking. It was a nice, normal conversation and that just felt pretty good.

Today is my roomie's 21st birthday. Ahh my baby grew up so fast. We plan to have an official retirement party for her fake ID later when she uses her real one. (Even though that one still says UNDER 21 UNTIL 12/14/2005 which is obnoxious.) That's if we even go out. One too many (eh hem, four too many) cosmos on Saturday and she's actually not even feeling like going out tonight. Where on earth did the age 21 come from? That's so random - when they (whoever did this) picked the age, why not 20? 18 is a nice even number, why jump to 21?

So the next few days are going to continue to be as crazy as the last few were. I've got finals until next Tuesday before I can finally go home for the break. But, yuck, I have work this weekend. Staten Island here I come. I love going home, but only when it's not to work. This weekend is one of those go home late Friday-wake up early Saturday-work all day-try to see a friend Saturday night-wake up early Sunday-work all day-rush back to Manhattan for a 9pm meeting-weekends. And no Tara, my S.F. will not be home this weekend :( haha.

Before I get to bed, speaking of miss Tara, I send props out (that's right I said props) to my dear friend for her fabulous performance in her Song as Theatre class today. She kicked some ass. You too Precious! Also, Kevin, Izy, Jen, Michele, Elise, Marija, Sadie, Mariana and the rest of the dancers at Ailey did a great job last week at Senior Showcase :) Y'all get props too. Rosie, even though you indeed have to take the elevator instead of the stairs now, you rock too! And Nelson dear, I didn't see you dance, but I'm sure you were phenomenal as well!

hmm

For the first time, I'm writing in here with absolutely no purpose. There is nothing on my mind and nothing I feel like discussing, but most importantly - nothing better to do. It's 2,45am. I finished my history paper and now I need to study for my organic chem lab final, but I really just need a break. Hence, my entry.

I ate a peanut butter and nutella sandwhich the other day. It was late, I was hungry and that was all I had. But, ya know what? It was pretty darn good.

Holly's brother just died in Breakfast at Tiffany's. It was sad.

I haven't a clue what to get a bunch of my friends for Christmas. I'm pretty broke and haven't even seen them too often recently to know what they would want.

This semester has shown me how it is possible to be utterly bored and overwhelmingly busy all at the same time.

If you want to create pure crystals of t-cinnamic acid, you must find a solvent that it is soluble in when hot, but not when cold. Dissolve it in the solvent, then when it cools, bam! Make sure to cool slowly - you want them to be pure.

Holly and Paul just got arrested.

China's examination system lasted for over 1300 years.

The only time I'd rather we cold than hot is when I'm going to bed. I want it to be chilly in my room so that I can sleep with the covers wrapped around me.

This week's songs: Guster's "So Long" and Goldfinger's "Here in Your Bedroom"

Okay, I wasted 15 minutes. Back to eluent, fractional distillations and chromatography...

'Tis the Season

There’s no doubt in my mind that winter is my least favorite of the seasons. I dread the cold weather, feel constricted in sweaters and hate not being able to leave my windows open. However, there are some positives to this time of year. Christmastime in Manhattan is absolutely one of my favorite things. It’s such a perfect time and place. At home, yes, the main drag gets decorated with some white lights and green garland, but only in this city does the entire island celebrate the holiday together.

I was walking around today and was overwhelmed with the little things of beauty all around me. On 5th avenue between 49th and 50th streets, there is an enormous building with huge lit snowflakes in every window. Every tree along 57th street is completely covered in white lights. Not just one strand of twinkle lights like my dad would have thrown over the bushes in front of our house, but several hundred hugging the entire tree that would otherwise be lifeless during the colder months.

At the Columbus Circle entrance to Central Park there are tables of trinkets for sale. Jewelry, antiques, pictures… It looks similar to the fairs I remember my high school holding. In the five seconds that I spent walking by it, I was swept away by the sight of the all the people that it brought together. Yes, the Staten Island Mall brings shoppers together as well, but it’s clearly not the same.

While I despise wearing winter clothing, it makes everyone look so cozy. Hats, gloves, scarves and winter coats wake me think about snuggling. Especially when you see them walking by in pairs on a couple strolling down Central Park West. People talk of “summer love” being the best – but that’s usually a fling. Winter has a strange way of making love look so much more beautiful.

Now it just needs to snow.

I'm sorry

From JJ's blog: As for my second girlfriend, I read a blog that stated that see didn’t give herself truly to anyone but her first bf. That hurt so much, not that she didn’t give herself truly to me but that she had said she did. What I had with her will always be a major part of who I am now. I want so badly to hate her but could never honestly mean it. Ok now that I think about it I am mad about my second ex's blog. She said she didn’t give her whole self to anyone but her first bf, why.... why did she tell me she loved me so much. It sucks when you think you know something and you really don’t. Ok I'm done writing about this my ex's have moved on and so have I. For the record if anyone says anything bad about any of my ex's based of my blog I will go buck wild on your ass. These are girls who managed to change my view of many things. One showed a world I never knew, the other showed me who I want to be and who I don’t want to be.

Bellezza's comment: You can truly be in love with someone and still not be able to give yourself over completely. Being hurt in the past can make people scared to put themselves in the position again that caused them so much pain. Your first love takes a part of you away that you can absolutely never get back. "Not being able to give yourself wholly to someone" does not mean that you don't love them - with everything that you possibly can.