The story of me...oh my!

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Its amazing...

Ever since I can remember music has always helped me through the hardest and happiest times of my life. At first I thought it was normal that music can speak to anyone like that, but it doesn't. I know people that don't even pay attention to the lyrics. Who literally don't understand them. It amazed me. I always put myself in the mix...you know in that situation. Whatever theme song my life was going through...it was me! I was that girl he was singing about...or I'm the one who let someone go and I now regret it...or I'm that girl who is gonna be ok! Its a great a feeling...but I guess its bitter sweet as well...because I was also that girl he hurt and now he's with someone new. Music is so lyrical. You, as a listener, can interpret your own meaning. At work today someone told me...."You know every time I see you, youre singing!!" In response I simply replied...the day I stop singing you know something is wrong...

So... The theme song of my life now....?

Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way
Cause i cant continue pretending to choose
The opposite sides on which we fall
The loving you laters if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times

My memory is cruel
Im queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn i'd heard him say it ten thousand times
If only i had been listening

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always between the lines
Between the lines

I thought i thought i was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So i've learned to listen through silence

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me be
You and me always be

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on
Wait for me i'm almost ready
When he meant let go

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always be
You and me
Always between the lines

Sara Bareilles:
Between the Lines

Muah ah ah!!!

Instead of working, I decided to sit at home and watch the Mets game...with a special someone...lol! :) For now I will entertain you with my witty and spontaneous comments on Spongebob Square pants!! I have about 10 min till the game...we're getting anxious...

I can't believe more people don't watch this show. Its HILARIOUS!!!!! Like for ex...so spongebob and patrick are waking up for the day and are all rilled up to go on their jelly fish fishing adventure. But its set up to be this superhero, sidekick theme music and theyre going through the "bat cave" type scenario and get their gear on. So they get to the door with their get up gear looking all tough guy and sweaty ready to kick some jelly fish butts when all of sudden it turns to this spring time themed music and they go skipping through the fields of flowers. I KNOW!! FUNNY!!! Its so light hearted! Its nice, for once, not to see all the non-sense of reality tv shows...

wOW..10 mins went by fast! Lets go Mets!!!!

Here I go again...

So, its been almost 6 months since I moved to the city. I started this blog about a month after I moved here...and so far nothing. I realized how wide-eyed, goal orientated, and hopeful I was. I know one of my first blogs was about how I lacked that inspiration, but to be honest its worse now. Woohoo. ugh. BUT, I'm having the time of my life thankfully. I've had some pretty eye opening experiences here. I can say that I have grown so much. Seriously, I have never been like this. The month of February was really hard for me. I almost thought it was some sort of bad karma. But for what?? New York....she took me in and started chewing.... I was on the verge of tears nearly everyday. I was waiting for her to stop chewing and spit me out so that I can move on with my life. FINALLY...I was able to see that things happen for a reason. I guess I have always believed in that. So, I took things day by day. Made the necessary adjustments and continued to go about my life. Although nothing will ever be clear as day for me...things are going better. I still work at Zoe Townhouse, but I was offered a new job with B R Guest. Its a new restaurant called Wildwood Barbecue. They're supposed to be the best of the best in the restaurant industry. I was talking to my dad this morning telling him how excited I was to start this new job and he was like "Yeah, thats great you should think about going into management..."

Note to self: I'm here to somehow fulfill my dream as a Broadway performer....management is not in my plans...

But like every good daughter...I agreed.

Laurianna is growing up. We send each other letters all the time. But its very hard to be away from someone you love so much...especially if that someone is your younger sister. I'm here for her. To prove you can do anything if you believe in yourself. I believe in myself. I believe in her to grow up into beautiful girl and achieve her dreams...whatever they may be. I'll support her no matter what.

oh my...

Don't you hate it when you get a word stuck in your head? For the last couple of days I've been saying chillax...Crap. I hate that word! I'm constantly saying it and its driving me nuts!! The definition of chillax...not that Webster's dictionary actually have a definition for it...is chill and relaxed...simultaneously. So, seems like a good word, but its annoying to me. I think I'll stop now...you know since I've vented about.

Today was swell...thats a neat word...swell. I'm not going to say exactly what happened to me today...or the fact that I was the bravest person today, but I will say its refreshing. There.

I had this thought earlier. What borderlines rudeness? Being fairly new to Zoe, I think we've all come to know each other pretty well. I love that, but there are times when I have no idea when the kidding ends and work begins. It should be automatic. We're here to work...play time is over. But does that give you the right to be mean? Rude? I think we're comfortable with each other, but theres something weird going on...and its crazy. For instance...how about a thank you? No, its all about what you didn't do and how you did it wrong. Anyway...I'm making no sense and I practically falling asleep....night.

That feeling in the air...

So, I've decided to create a blog...scary. Does that make me a New Yorker? I guess not.

I have this sudden burst of inspiration though. That is definitely something that I have been lacking. I don't know why either. I moved to the city hoping for a change of pace. I'm not saying things haven't been going great, but I have lost focus on my true goal. So we have to ask ourselves... How did we get caught up in the hustle that is New York? New York is filled with every last drop of hopes and dreams. Some are more motivated than others... that is generally a true thought for most people. I see it everyday. I see it in the subway on my way to work...people reading the latest New Yorker, Vogue...Backstage. So, the New York Hustle. Recently I've known it to be the late night outings with friends and adventures around the city....the hustle part? Crawling into work the next morning. I believe it is perceived differently by other people. I guess it changes when your priority changes. Or does it? A "hustle" is different for everyone. The lady at canal street hustled me...dang it! I can't win. That is definitely something that is so true.

Thats it...inspiration gone...time to watch Elf!