Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Senseless Truth

"While the rent is high, the apartments tiny, the summers sweltering, the cabbies rude, the streets dirty, and the subway confusing, New York is somehow still the best damn town in the world." -Aaron Karo, Ruminations on Twentysomething Life

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Gold digging

Life might not be perfect, but when you wear perfect shoes, it may as well be. Thank-you, eBay.Life might not be perfect, but when your three-year-old cousin proves her partying potential, it may as well be. Thank-you, LR.Life might not be perfect, but when the soundtrack to the night is laughter, it may as well be. Thank-you, Precious Pink, my crutch of an iPod.

Sunday, January 24, 2010


In the past week, I have experienced...

My last first weekend back at college.
My last first brunch of the semester.
My last first day of school.
My last first trip to Chipotle of the semester (we're obsessed).
My last Stonehill semi-formal dance.

I am very sad. =(

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Back with a Bang

After my week-ish long hiatus from the world of blogging, I am BACK with a bang... literally. Today's hot topic is teen pregnancy in the media. (See, I wasn't kidding about the bang.) Here goes: once a beach-front town colored with fond memories of summers when I was still a bikini babe (Granted, I was about 10...), Gloucester, Massachusetts was met with a media storm in 2008 when almost 20 of its wild child female students revealed their far-too-delicate-for-a-sixteen-year-old conditions. But, as you might know, the story is far spicier: the mommies-to-be had actually made a pact to pull a collective Juno -- perhaps in between studying for trigonometry and drinking Slurpees -- so they could raise their babies. Together.

Since this occurrence just screams moneymaker, Lifetime naturally swept up the storyline for its next big movie. Now who doesn't love that "television for women?!" Tune in on Saturday night at 9 PM to relish in the ridiculousness, or at least rock that DVR and replay the rerun!

(Clearly, my quest for some better television viewing habits is off to an unsuccessful start. However, I did watch Senator Scott Brown shut it down tonight on THE NEWS.)

Keep it cool,


Thursday, January 14, 2010


So I've decided to take a little break from blogging for a bit, but I hope to be back very, very soon.

In the meantime, enjoy your January, and this hilarious someecard. I hope it makes you smile.

Saturday, January 9, 2010


As a Long Island girl, I come from the land where attitudes towards our neighboring New Jersey are predisposed to be less than stellar. However, I've realized that New Jersey is probably the best state in the union, for the sole reason that it has provided me with countless entertainment over the past year in specific. From Bravo's "Housewives of New Jersey" to one of my favorite blogs, the creative concoctions of the Garden State have brought me a pretty unparalleled form of joy. It seemed as though nothing better could come from my new favorite state.

Au contraire.
Enter "The Situation."

I probably should have made "watch extremely less trashy reality TV" one of my New Year's resolutions, but after years of abandoning "exercise more" and "eat less" self-promises by January 2nd, I figured there was really no point to re-vamping my television viewing habits. Anyhow, after several weeks of hearing friends express nothing but shock after learning that I was yet to experience MTV's overnight ode to the Guido, I had to give in to Snooki's pouf and brave the boardwalk of the Jersey Shore.

Clearly, I was sold as soon as "The Situation" stepped on screen to brag about his bod. And it's only episode 3. Yikes. Maybe I should consider altering my TV love affairs... or at least add "The News" to the repertoire!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Fail of the Day

Pardon my pessimism (I'm really an eternally optimistic, cup-half-full gal most of the time), but there was a major fail in my vida loca this afternoon. The gym was awesome, filled with more laughs on the treadmill, as was my post-run lunch with old school pal, KS. However, upon returning home, a very necessary piece of mail that I expected to receive yesterday was still as MIA as the gal who revolutionized the meaning of "swaggar like us" while dancing pregnant alongside the jail-bound T.I. during the 2008 VMAs. You see, I ordered a whole new set of (obviously pink) ski clothes for the upcoming season, but the shipping system hit a snafu and my goodies won't be in until after I hit the slopes. Needless to say, UPS has gone straight to the top of my naughty list.

If that's not a fail, I don't know what is. Granted I'll improvise, but I was looking forward to the new duds for my weekend as a Vermont ski bunny. :-(

Communicating with KR

JT jokes that I e-mail too much, which is probably a pretty accurate statement. It's by far the easiest way to get in contact with me, and apparently, even those who live with me have caught on to my thriving reliance on Google's greatest invention. This morning, I woke up to an e-mail from my own father, requesting me to have my "things" packed for our ski trip by noon tomorrow so he can enjoy the Jets game in the afternoon. It was an endearing little note. Oh technology...

The past few days have been quite fabulous, packed with lots of city gallivanting, from strolls through Park Slope and happy hours in the Meatpacking District. Wednesday, after doing some vintage shopping at Beacon's Closet and downing Brooklyn's best pizza with BL, I dined on wine at Art Bar with my two favorite Stonehill alums at my favorite hipster chic hotspot. Five hours later, I was on a train home, ready to do it all over again. A hop, skip, and a second later, I was back on a city-bound train to meet KA and JT. After finally making it to the West Side's High Line Park, KA and I hightailed it to Murray Hill to meet JT, where we enjoyed a delicious dinner at Cask, before embracing our inner Longhorns at the Galway Hooker, where "the big game" was projected on a monster screen. It was like Christmas and a 21st birthday combined for the fair JT, minus Colt McCoy's shoulder snafu(?).

After all the Stonehill reunions this week, I seriously need to get back to my second home!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


After days of claiming to have lost my mind due to immense, winter-break-induced boredom, I've realized I packed far too much into the last ten days of my Christmas vacation. Today, Mamadukes, the sis, and I trekked to Tanger, Long Island's mecca of outlet shopping, nestled between the wineries of the North Fork and the snobbery of the Hamptons. A few too many credit card swipes later, I came home with a whole new slew of wardrobing to equip me for nights on the town, afternoons on campus, and mornings on the upcoming Bahamian cruise. The Ralph Lauren and J.Crew factory stores had far less merchandise after I conquered the clearance. What a thrill!

In more recent news, my favorite Indo-rican is back from a two-week trip through Mumbai and beyond, so in honor of her arrival back to Long Island reality, we're celebrating with sushi, as is the tradition when anything out of the ordinary happens to our fabulous group of friends. Tomorrow, I'm going on a Brooklyn photo tour (self-led, but don't I sound so friggin' fancy?) before happy hour-ing with some of my favorite Stonehill alums, which will be a perfect pre-cursor to Thursday night's festivities, when my current housemates and I re-unite city-style for dinner and who-knows-what. Somehow, all of that will happen before the fam, my brand new ski gear, and I jet to Vermont this weekend for a few slope-side days at a lovely little cottage in Stratton.

Come to think of it, though, I kind of enjoy this jam-packed-ness! Once I'm back from my stint as Pikaboo Street, it will be a mere four days before my final RAGE of a college semester begins... And I really can't wait much longer!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Craziest Purchase of 2010

They kind of have "fashion don't" written all over them, but when I saw these leopard tights from Betsey Johnson discounted to a price more clearance than couture, I had to succumb to the jungle-fever print. I think they could look pretty ferocious with a black dress and pumps... I'll let you know if I get any strange looks!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Laughing while Running (a.k.a. walking on an incline; i was tired)

I've decided that I'm a super bizarre character at the gym. This afternoon, I painstakingly dragged myself from the couch, my computer, and the Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual Sale to the land of the treadmill for an afternoon of calorie-burning to compensate for yesterday's Italian food binge in celebration of my grandparents' 80th birthdays. I parked myself on the machine, my iPod blaring some Jay-Z (I'm quite thug), and started perusing my current read, Ruminations on Twentysomething Life by Aaron Karo. And then I started cracking up. While speedwalking on a pretty painful incline. While the runners around me huffed and puffed, I was in full-out laughter. People definitely stared. Whatev.

The greater point of this post, though, besides my innate strangeness (I also talk in my sleep; just ask my roommate, JT, and she'll be happy to recount a few tales from the early morning hours in Stonehill's most happening townhouse dorm room. Clearly neither of us is modest.), is to highlight the fabulousness of the UPenn graduate made famous by sending e-mails. That's right. E-mails. In a nutshell, Aaron Karo began ruminating on college life in between dodging bullets in West Philadelphia during the late '90s. As a large-living frat boy, he sent tales, stories, observations, and ramblings to friends, who forwarded his thoughts to their friends, who did the same, and so on. Thus, the Ruminations newsletter was born. (Subscribe here. Your life will change.) Since the newsletter, the magna cum laude Wharton grad has published three books: Ruminations on College Life, Ruminations on Twentysomething Life, and I'm Having More Fun Than You. They're hysterical enough to make you laugh while sweating it out on the stairmaster, which for me, is now the only way to work it, work it, work it.

This clip from Karo's stint on the Craig Ferguson show cracked me up. I really want to be his best friend. Enjoy!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Photo Call

2009 in pictures...

January '09: Reunited with DT, Easton, MA
March '09: Motif #1, Rockport, MA
March '09: The Bearskin Neck, Rockport, MA

April '09: Bringing an Alum back to Spring Weekend, Easton, MA
May '09: Jumping for Joy in Cape Cod, East Dennis, MA
May '09: Fleet Week, New York, NY
June '09: My Calling in Times Square, New York, NY
June '09: Top of the Rock in Rockefeller Center, New York, NY
June '09: Pit Stop In Grand Central Terminal, New York, NY
July '09: Happy Hour with Dad's Baby Siblings at the Galway Hooker, New York, NY
July '09: Ice Cream on the 4th of July, Brooklyn, New York
July '09: Wearing Sunglasses at Night on the Cape, Harwichport, MA
August '09: Future Brownstone Homes in Fort Greene, Brooklyn NY
August '09: The Day I Went For a Walk in the Rain to Show Off my New Boots, Brooklyn, NY
August '09: The Day I Met Uncle Jesse in Bryant Park, New York, NY
August '09: SWAGFEST in the Marriott Marquis, New York, NY

October '09: Go Longhorns, Austin, TX

November '09: I Was a Shameless Glutton on Thanksgiving, North Bellmore, NY

December '09: Mr. Stonehill Night, Easton, MA
December '09: A Snowy Stonehill Morning, Easton, MA