Its hot. everywhere. I sat on a bench yesterday, literally just sitting, and i started to sweat. How is this possible? Well, because the city has basically turned into one big, smelly, oven. Even in the morning, its hot. Blah. Just gross.
June 29th, Day 8: if its hot- I am just going to stay inside as much as possible. its not worth it.
peace, love, and sweaty
b
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Beer Pong
This is in no way deep- or meaningful.
But.
2 years out of college, my beer pong skills are lacking. I use to be a champ. We had a work outing last night, and I thought I would rock out. But, no.
So, June 28th, Day 8: Never, ever, ever again let my beer pong skills get rusty. Its embarrassing, and then looks bad on IU. So, Indiana, I apologize for my horrible talent last night.
Peace, love and struggle Friday,
b
But.
2 years out of college, my beer pong skills are lacking. I use to be a champ. We had a work outing last night, and I thought I would rock out. But, no.
So, June 28th, Day 8: Never, ever, ever again let my beer pong skills get rusty. Its embarrassing, and then looks bad on IU. So, Indiana, I apologize for my horrible talent last night.
Peace, love and struggle Friday,
b
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Microwave everything
Did you know, that essentially, everything is microwaveable. meals from last week, cookies, and even baked potatoes
June 28, Day 7: Baked potatoes taste just fine after 10 minutes in the microwave. And yes, a baked potato can be a meal.
peace, love and scraping for late night dinners,
b
June 28, Day 7: Baked potatoes taste just fine after 10 minutes in the microwave. And yes, a baked potato can be a meal.
peace, love and scraping for late night dinners,
b
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Running Late
June 26, Day 5:
without fail, the days I am running late (like this morning), are the same days that there will be construction, delays, detours or someone sick on the train ahead of mine, so my train will be late. So... lesson here, if I am already 10 minutes late, I might as well count on being 30 minutes late.
This has been a reoccurring trend while living in NYC. A very smart friend of mine once told me that, "The city runs on its own time, it does not care about your plans." And its true. I use to get frustrated about it, almost on the brink of wanting to stomp my feet on the ground and throw a tantrum- a full out tantrum, like a 5 year old. But right at the edge of no return, every time, I either see a clown on the subway, on its way to work, a little kid with sunscreen all over its face on the way to summer camp, or my personal favorite, the tourist- and all of a sudden, its ok. Because I realize then... I am actually back living in NYC, and actually enjoying it.
There is no controlling NYC, just have to learn to roll with its punches, and laugh when you want to cry. Giggle when you see a rat in the subway. Dance when you get caught in the rain without an umbrella. And of course, smile and nod when you see a unicycle riding down 2nd avenue. You are in NYC after all.
peace, love, and back on city time,
B
without fail, the days I am running late (like this morning), are the same days that there will be construction, delays, detours or someone sick on the train ahead of mine, so my train will be late. So... lesson here, if I am already 10 minutes late, I might as well count on being 30 minutes late.
This has been a reoccurring trend while living in NYC. A very smart friend of mine once told me that, "The city runs on its own time, it does not care about your plans." And its true. I use to get frustrated about it, almost on the brink of wanting to stomp my feet on the ground and throw a tantrum- a full out tantrum, like a 5 year old. But right at the edge of no return, every time, I either see a clown on the subway, on its way to work, a little kid with sunscreen all over its face on the way to summer camp, or my personal favorite, the tourist- and all of a sudden, its ok. Because I realize then... I am actually back living in NYC, and actually enjoying it.
There is no controlling NYC, just have to learn to roll with its punches, and laugh when you want to cry. Giggle when you see a rat in the subway. Dance when you get caught in the rain without an umbrella. And of course, smile and nod when you see a unicycle riding down 2nd avenue. You are in NYC after all.
peace, love, and back on city time,
B
Monday, June 25, 2012
and... Now I am 24
Happy late birthday, to myself ;)- And thanks to everyone for the well wishes and making my birthday special. For this birthday, I was in Maine all weekend with my main man, T. It was amazing to say the least. Maine is truly beautiful, and if you have a chance to go- I highly recommend going to York Harbor. Its breath taking. I can successfully say that I ate my way through Maine. It's called Vacation land, but man, they know their food. Every meal there was out of this world, the real deal.
But to stay true to my word, of documenting my '365 days to a mature 25,' (which is a lesson within it self.. its kind of hard to document my life, when I am out living it- but it has to happen- I have to prove my point) ... I have to start at the beginning, so here are the first 3 lessons (all learned while wandering around the East Coast):
June 22, Day 1: when you are running on vacation time, running late is alright- and if you don't have anywhere to be, but where you are, there is no rush. T and I got lost, stuck in traffic, and stuck in a storm during our trip up to Maine. But we realized, there was no one to meet, we did not have a time schedule- so who cares?
June 23, Day 2: I need to sleep in a bed. We went camping the second night in Maine... and I realized around 4AM that although my mind may still be very, very immature, my body is not quite there anymore, and I need to sleep in a bed... not on the hard grounds of Maine.
June 24, Day 3: Being in love, really in it, is written all over my face- I can't hide it, its in everything I do- and something worth waiting around for. Its contagious. And I love every second of it. Every second of the crazy, fun, sweet, at times frustrating, and infatuation love. There is no feeling like it.
June 25, Day 4: Calories do not count on vacation. Ever. Enough said. The gym will be there tomorrow morning.
Peace, love, and on to Day 5,
B
But to stay true to my word, of documenting my '365 days to a mature 25,' (which is a lesson within it self.. its kind of hard to document my life, when I am out living it- but it has to happen- I have to prove my point) ... I have to start at the beginning, so here are the first 3 lessons (all learned while wandering around the East Coast):
June 22, Day 1: when you are running on vacation time, running late is alright- and if you don't have anywhere to be, but where you are, there is no rush. T and I got lost, stuck in traffic, and stuck in a storm during our trip up to Maine. But we realized, there was no one to meet, we did not have a time schedule- so who cares?
June 23, Day 2: I need to sleep in a bed. We went camping the second night in Maine... and I realized around 4AM that although my mind may still be very, very immature, my body is not quite there anymore, and I need to sleep in a bed... not on the hard grounds of Maine.
June 24, Day 3: Being in love, really in it, is written all over my face- I can't hide it, its in everything I do- and something worth waiting around for. Its contagious. And I love every second of it. Every second of the crazy, fun, sweet, at times frustrating, and infatuation love. There is no feeling like it.
June 25, Day 4: Calories do not count on vacation. Ever. Enough said. The gym will be there tomorrow morning.
Peace, love, and on to Day 5,
B
Thursday, June 21, 2012
who was Anne Frank?
During my lunch today, I decided to site outside on a bench on the Hudson River. It felt like 100 degrees outside, but under a tree next to the water with a breeze (yes, a hot, almost smelly breeze, but a breeze), it wasn't so bad. I have been reading Anne Frank for about 3 weeks now, and wanted to take the lunch hour to myself, and finish it outside, get out of the office and away from the creme colored walls that surround me all day. Reading the last 20 or so pages outside, in public, was probably not the best idea I have ever had... but it already happened, and everyone saw me cry. Not the first time, and not the last.
I was hysterical reading the last few pages, I could not contain myself. This book, journal, that I was suppose to read as a kid, has more of an effect on me now than I think it would have if I read it in middle school or high school. I have learned about the Holocaust my entire life, being religiously Jewish, growing up culturally Jewish, I have been to the Holocaust memorial in Israel and in Washington D.C, my grandmother and her sisters were Holocaust survives. All of that knowledge, and all of my learnings have come to a head, just today, during a hot Thursday afternoon lunch on the Hudson.
What I realized, what overcame me, is that Anne Frank, the 16 year old Jewish girl, was just living her life, day to day, dealing whit all of the problems normal 15 year old girls go through: fights with her parents, crushes on boys, changing, morphing and growing, yes, she could have become a great writer, who changed the world with her fictional stories. She was not a humanitarian, she was not a soldier, she was not a queen, she was a girl, trying to figure out her life, and just live it. And it was taken away from her- she was robbed of her future. No one on this earth has the right to take away someone else's future. That idea, that statement, I cannot get out of my mind.
How cruel can people be, and in all her struggle, near the end of her time in hiding, she even said, "It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart." Even with the terror right outside her door, and the threat of her future being stripped right from her hands, she had the faith in people, faith in the human. She saw the top of cruelty from her little window, and even then, she believed at the end, people are good. How amazing. Up until the day of her last entry, she kept growing, changing opinions, maturing, learning and absorbing everything.
In my head, we are all a bit of Anne Frank. And what I learned from her, listen to my undying craving for more and the understanding of my own internal struggle. She struggled to find who she was, going back and fourth, even having a "good Anne" and a "bad Anne" and the balancing act between the two.
What I am going to do in memory of Anne, and the other 6 million, never stop finding my 'more'. because Anne, and so many others, did not get the chance to continue their searching. Its the least I can do, as a Jewish woman, as a 23 year old, as a US citizen, as a human resident in our crazy and ever changing world.
Peace, love and my more,
B
I was hysterical reading the last few pages, I could not contain myself. This book, journal, that I was suppose to read as a kid, has more of an effect on me now than I think it would have if I read it in middle school or high school. I have learned about the Holocaust my entire life, being religiously Jewish, growing up culturally Jewish, I have been to the Holocaust memorial in Israel and in Washington D.C, my grandmother and her sisters were Holocaust survives. All of that knowledge, and all of my learnings have come to a head, just today, during a hot Thursday afternoon lunch on the Hudson.
What I realized, what overcame me, is that Anne Frank, the 16 year old Jewish girl, was just living her life, day to day, dealing whit all of the problems normal 15 year old girls go through: fights with her parents, crushes on boys, changing, morphing and growing, yes, she could have become a great writer, who changed the world with her fictional stories. She was not a humanitarian, she was not a soldier, she was not a queen, she was a girl, trying to figure out her life, and just live it. And it was taken away from her- she was robbed of her future. No one on this earth has the right to take away someone else's future. That idea, that statement, I cannot get out of my mind.
How cruel can people be, and in all her struggle, near the end of her time in hiding, she even said, "It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart." Even with the terror right outside her door, and the threat of her future being stripped right from her hands, she had the faith in people, faith in the human. She saw the top of cruelty from her little window, and even then, she believed at the end, people are good. How amazing. Up until the day of her last entry, she kept growing, changing opinions, maturing, learning and absorbing everything.
In my head, we are all a bit of Anne Frank. And what I learned from her, listen to my undying craving for more and the understanding of my own internal struggle. She struggled to find who she was, going back and fourth, even having a "good Anne" and a "bad Anne" and the balancing act between the two.
What I am going to do in memory of Anne, and the other 6 million, never stop finding my 'more'. because Anne, and so many others, did not get the chance to continue their searching. Its the least I can do, as a Jewish woman, as a 23 year old, as a US citizen, as a human resident in our crazy and ever changing world.
Peace, love and my more,
B
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
stop with facebook
recently I have been on a Facebook binge. I cannot stop. I check it so often, my news feed does not even have time to refresh. I am not sure if it is an addiction, or just an impulse. But it has GOT to stop. I have plenty of work to be doing, but its like taking a sip of water right now. I finish something at work, take a breath, check facebook, and go straight back to work without missing a beat. Weekends, I never check. Don't even have the scratch to check. But once Monday morning rolls around, its all i can think about.
My Facebook binging comes and goes- like waves. I have no idea what causes it, other than one day, I realize, shit, why am I on Facebook, AGAIN??? seriously, its not ok. I know I could care less what a random girl that I wasn't even friends with in high school is getting for her baby shower (she got preggo with some random guy, but for some reason, everyone in her circle (or it seems on Facebook), is treating the unborn kid like a king already- little does the unborn king know that his mom got knocked up after a one night stand. Like honestly, WHY DO I LOOK AND MAKE THESE STORIES UP IN MY HEAD?? No, I don't know if that is exactly what happened, but its the imaginative story I make up in my mind when I am browsing through the never ending pages of Facebook.......
Self improvement needed ASAP- aka Self Control.
My Facebook binging comes and goes- like waves. I have no idea what causes it, other than one day, I realize, shit, why am I on Facebook, AGAIN??? seriously, its not ok. I know I could care less what a random girl that I wasn't even friends with in high school is getting for her baby shower (she got preggo with some random guy, but for some reason, everyone in her circle (or it seems on Facebook), is treating the unborn kid like a king already- little does the unborn king know that his mom got knocked up after a one night stand. Like honestly, WHY DO I LOOK AND MAKE THESE STORIES UP IN MY HEAD?? No, I don't know if that is exactly what happened, but its the imaginative story I make up in my mind when I am browsing through the never ending pages of Facebook.......
Self improvement needed ASAP- aka Self Control.
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