Monday, November 22, 2010

Totally invested

First some Peace Corps news, or rather no news. RAS made me do it. I e-mailed the nurse. She has apparently not gotten to my medical packet yet, due to other applicants. I just wanted to make sure they didn't forget about me.

Went and saw "127 Hours" this weekend (as well as Harry Potter. Which was awesome). I left that movie with a mix of emotions. First off, I LOVED it. The story, the cinematography and the acting was so great that you really feel like you are in the crevasse with Aron Ralston. I would recommend this for everyone to see, really go see it. The end is a bit unnerving to say the least (if you are not aware of Aron Ralston's story look it up), but also cathartic. Really, really good movie.

This has been an odd weekend. I have managed to run into not one, not two, but three exes (luckily all were in good terms)(how odd is this? I live in a city of 8 million people). I was stuck on a train with a guy that hit on me, and when he hit on me I lied to him about where I lived (he lives in my neighborhood, I,falsely, said I lived in Park Slope), this was awkward. We both recognized each other. Then while watching 127 Hours I recognized the producer as someone I have dated. This weekend has been a "This is Your life" marathon of most of the people I have dated here in NYC. I'm a little scared to exit my apartment at this moment to see what else God can throw at me. My luck the stalker I had in Arkansas will show up. I"m not taking any chances. My couch is way to comfortable and forgiving of my behaviors.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

What a day

So get up, shower, watch the daily show and head across the street to pick up the other half of my breakfast: an orange (in case you were wondering the first half were some Cheerios). I peel it and put the peel in the trash outside the store. First couple of triangles go down fine. The 4th one ruined my day. No, it tasted fine, it wasn't overly mushy, it looked safe. Little did I know it was harboring a secret. A nasty, evil secret. Some would call them seeds. Now normally seeds and I have a "you go your way I will go mine" type relationship. Well seeds have started a war they do not want to start. This particular seed sent a message, that can only rival the message that the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand sent. Namely, we are about to unleash a dental hell that you have not experienced yet. In non-dramatic fashion, my filling fell out. I screamed. An old lady next to me screamed. Whether or not I overreacted is up to interpretation. I calmed down a bit and went over my situation. Examined the possibilities. 1) "man up" and go to work where I would have to spend at least 2 hours with a client at the welfare office. In pain. 2) go back to my apartment and moan and cry. In pain. 3) go to the dentist. In pain. I chose 3. I called work, and at this point felt a little bit like I was in shock (mind you, after 4 years of braces and braces-like things I am not a fan of the dentist. Plus there is the fact that I have had 2 cavities in my lifetime and both dentists determined they didn't need to numb anything, which was painful. So yeah, I have trouble with the dentist now). I called work and told my boss I wouldn't be coming in as I had, and I quote, "some errands I have to run that coincide with work." I hang up and realize that made no sense whatsoever. I called my co-worker and asked her to remind some of my clients of some things and then hopped on the subway.

Chinatown-dentist. Filling re-filled.


I spend the next 6 hours laying on my couch watching random shows. I watched all of Walking Dead which is so completely awesome words can not express. My extreme love of all things zombie is loving this new show.

I finished up the marathon of Harry Potter that had started over the weekend with my knitting club. Made plans on going to see the movie. I am so hyped for this movie, though upset part 2 will not come out until summer when (hopefully) I will be in Peace Corps. So all NYC peeps, I am leaving it up to you to send me a bootleg copy. On a side note, I am overly hyped for this movie, though maybe not acting on it like I did last year. For those who do not know last year I attended the midnight screening, where I joined friends in line at 8 PM. Yes, I waited in line for 4 hours. To top that, I was literally flying home 3 hours after the movie ended. I went straight from the theater to the airport. I am a geek.

Now I am watching some Law and Order SVU. (I can almost imagine people going "And, why do you think we need to know this?" Well you don't, and I don't really care. I was bored today and felt I should pass the boredom on)

Also knitting like a mad woman, I've finished a pair of mittens, 2 pairs of fingerless gloves and a pair of socks in the past month. Guess what people are getting for Christmas!

No news from Peace Corps

Monday, November 8, 2010

Don't think they know me

Woke up this morning, looked out the window. It is sleeting. I don't know how anyone else reacted to this, but my first thought was "WTF (in reality I actually said the whole thing), it's sleeting!" This was followed by the thought "It's not even Thanksgiving, my God by the time it is really winter NYC is going to be covered in a blizzard." The next thought was "I'm hungry." So I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I volunteer on Monday's at GMHC (Gay Mens Health Crisis, a wonderful agency that serves the HIV/AIDs population. It is filled with wonderful and caring people; clients, staff and volunteers alike. It is also one of the first and biggest of its kind. So if you have come into some money and want to donate to a great cause, check them out). I help out in the kitchen, mainly serving food and talking with the guys. I really love volunteering there, even though I don't think anyone really knows my name. Everyone just calls me sweetie. This causes some anxiety in that if someone calls verifying my volunteer experience, if they don't specifically ask for the curly haired female who works on Mondays no one will know it is me. This is why I talk in the third person and introduce myself to everyone every chance I get. I'm growing on them, even if they think I am weird.

Taking some French lessons in hopes it will help me be a better candidate for Peace Corps. So far I can say hello, goodbye, good evening, good-night, good morning, thank you, please, go to hell and can count to 100. oh, and chocolate. But that I learned from working in the hostel. The french guests wanted everything chocolate so I picked up on that word quickly.