tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20904635848490655682024-03-08T11:52:39.587-05:00Bubblesecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-2411147144996220912011-12-07T18:51:00.005-05:002011-12-08T14:25:44.749-05:00Anything you can do, I can do betterRecently someone told me that I was not a good writer and that I could therefore not write a book. Well, as someone who has read a lot of books and happens to know a fair amount about the subject, I think I can safely say two things: anyone can write a book and I can do anything I put my mind to. Some may argue that these statements are exaggerations, but I am sticking to my guns. Ever browsed the new releases section in Barnes & Nobles? It is full of crap. Alongside the classics lie atrocities such as “Here’s the Situation: A Guide to Creeping on Chicks, Avoiding Grenades, and Getting in Your GTL on the Jersey Shore” by Michael Sorentino, beach reads about romance and infidelity and any book by Danielle Steel. These books do not deserve a place on the same shelves that provide a home to “Oliver Twist” and “The Great Gatsby.” That being said, anyone can write a book – it just may very well be a crappy one.<br /> <br />As children we are taught that we can do anything that we want and grow up to be whoever we want to be. Our future is ours to mold. We all have dreams as little kids: to be a ballerina or a fireman or the President. As we grow up our ideas change and we may decide that we want to do something else, but we still have the notion in our minds that we are capable of anything. The world is ours to conquer. Do you think Barack Obama’s parents told him he would never make it to be the first African American president? No. So why tell me I can’t do something as simple as write a book if that is something I feel I want to do. So, since this is a petty game, I am going to retaliate to your comment with this: I could write a book if I wanted. And it would rock. It would be better than your book… to borrow a line from “Annie Get Your Gun:” <br /><br />“Anything you can do, I can do better… I can do anything better than you.” <br /><br />Happy December to all - and to all a good night.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-40414249853756240102011-08-19T10:35:00.002-04:002011-08-19T10:52:57.549-04:00FroYo... Friend or Foe?I LOVE FroYo. Love it. What is not to love? But does it love me back?
<br />The search for the perfect FroYo is a a true challenge. Everyone has their personal preferences. I have gone through phases. Back in high school it was all about Tasti Delight . My friend Darlene and I spent many lunch periods trekking over to 92nd and 2nd to score a Tasti Delight treat for lunch. Very nutritious, obviously. Every flavor tasted the same, it was awesome. But over the years and after gaining exposure to the infamous Vermont Creemee, my love for good ol' Tasti D faded. Lately, I have been on a Pinkberry kick. Simple and delicious. Then again 16 Handles is pretty amazing too - you get to make your own FroYo! That place is dangerous though, every time I go in I end up spending at least $6 and eating a pound of junk food. Seriously, mine was a pound once, the lady was impressed.
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<br />So I ask again... FroYo, friend or foe? It is delicious and light, but yet still unhealthy. We justify eating it because it is fat free, but then top it with candy toppings that remove the nutritional value. It is a scam... kind of like diet soda. So should I be spending $5 on a treat that isn't actually healthy?
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<br />Hell yes, it is yummy. And it's definitely better than a lot of other crap I eat.
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<br />So I guess it is both friend and foe, my sweet little FroYo. ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-80235172986237564952011-08-18T18:52:00.002-04:002011-08-18T19:59:05.690-04:00LifeConsidering I refer to myself as a writer, I have been pretty bad at writing lately. Not just in this blog, but in life. I have not felt very motivated lately. Dog days of August syndrome? Or maybe just a general restlessness of life? I am not sure. The summer time has always made me happy, but this summer I am just not feeling it. Sometimes I think about what makes me happy. It is circumstance? Material? Love? How does one find the right balance? Even if we pretend that these things do not matter, we know that they do. It is hard to be happy if you are heartbroken or penniless or homeless. Even if we have everything we want there is always something that is missing. I certainly cannot say that I have everything I want in my life, but I have a good life filled with many great people. I think what is missing in my life right now is passion. I have always been a “late bloomer” so naturally I have yet to conquer the eternal question “what do I want to do when I grow up?” Well, at twenty-five I am certainly a good ways down the road to adulthood and I still haven’t figured it out. I guess that I need to figure out what I really am passionate about. My friend Lindsey is probably the most passionate person I know. She loves life and culture and is never afraid to express herself. Every time I am at her apartment she has just finished a new craft project and I leave feeling a bit envious of her creativity. I would say that I am a creative person, but not in the same way she is. It would take me months to create things that she can throw together in a matter of hours. I find that I quit things because I get bored or am afraid that they won’t come out right. She is able to grab the bull by the horns and just dive into a project. I need to try to do this more. After all, we only live once. So, in an attempt to get out of my boring end of the summer rut I have decided to make some life changes. I am going to explore my passions and hopefully find my way in world. First step? Broomball! My friend Airlie and I just signed up for a Broomball league. We will play once a week and meet some fun new people. Life changing? No. Fun? Yes. Second: new job. Plain and simple I need a change in my life. This is a little more complicated by the fact that I don’t know what I want to do, but any change is a positive one. Third: Language. I love to travel so I am going to take on learning a new language – I was thinking Spanish. Now that I have a plan to change my quality of life I have one thing left to do – enjoy the rest of the summer. It’s almost over.
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<br />Until next time my little chickadees.
<br />ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-30096628333818013162011-04-15T12:43:00.006-04:002011-04-15T16:22:47.298-04:00I’m From BoCoCa… Bitch!Yesterday my roommate, the lovely Miss Jennifer Seley sent me the link to an article from the newspaper AM New York called "You live where? Inside the neighborhood name game." It basically poked fun at the names that have been assigned to certain neighborhoods in New York City. There is of course the most famous neighborhood abbreviation SoHo – which stands for South of Houston street which has been around for years. In the past few years, however, realtors have taken this neighborhood "name game" to a whole new level by inventing new "catchy" abbreviations in order to boost popularity of certain neighborhoods. While some of these new names have stuck, like FiDi (Financial District) and SpaHa (Spanish Harlem - which I personally love the sound of - seriously!) - most have been very short lived. According to this article, some of these lovely new "inventions" include: MiMA (Midtown Manhattan), WaHI (Washington Heights/Inwood), ProCro (Prospect Heights/Crown Heights), BoCoCa( my "hood" - Boerum Hill/ Cobble Hill/ Carroll Gardens) and my favorite in the list- RAMBO (Right After the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) – I kid you not!!! First of all, this is not a neighborhood! Second of all, what did they expect people to say? "RAMBO! THAT’S BAD ASS I WANT TO LIVE THERE?!?" ... Yeah, didn’t think so.<br /><br />So I guess all I have to say is… I’m From BoCoCa, Bitch!<br /><br />I bet when my parents bought our house in 1981 they had no idea that it would ever become a cool enough place to take on a name like BoCoCa - too bad they didn’t live in RAMBO, maybe next time! <br /><br />Tomorrow I will venture to Brooklyn for a friend’s birthday party, so In the spirit of being creative, I made up my own neighborhood name for the most hip one of all – WiBu (Williamsburg/Bushwick). Keep it on the DL though, or the hipsters might try to steal it.<br /><br />It’s been real my friends.<br /><br />Until next time, the "NoMad" gal. (It’s my current neighborhood’s name – look it up.)<br /><br /><br />Check out the whole article here: http://www.amny.com/urbanite-1.812039/you-live-where-inside-the-neighborhood-name-game-1.2817059ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-74526492277574765892011-04-01T11:38:00.010-04:002011-04-01T12:38:45.173-04:00Love songsI was talking to my friend Brittany yesterday. She is getting married in September and is overwhelmed with all the planning that needs to be done for the big day. I can only imagine how stressful that must be. There are a lot of details that have to be planned for a wedding. I am pretty indecisive about a lot of things, so I imagine I will have trouble figuring out what I want when (if ever) I get to that point. One thing I know would be important to me is the music. I always notice the music at weddings and remember what they played. It is easy to crank some Michael Jackson tunes to get the party going, but a truly good love song is much harder to come by. There are so many great classic love songs that are real crowd pleasers - "I Just Called to Say I Love You" by Stevie Wonder, for example. For me though, nothing is better than the classic "At Last" by Etta James. That song gets me every time. Even the thought that someone could love another person enough to sing them that song to them puts tears in my eyes. It is genuine and sweet. You rock, Etta. <br /><br />"At Last" <br /><br /><em>At last, my love has come along <br />My lonely days are over <br />And life is like a song <br />Oh, yeah, at last <br />The skies above are blue <br />My heart was wrapped up in clovers <br />The night I looked at you <br />I found a dream that I could speak to <br />A dream that I can call my own <br />I found a thrill to rest my cheek to <br />A thrill that I have never known <br />Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile<br />Oh, and then the spell was cast <br />And here we are in heaven <br />For you are mine <br />At last</em>ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-51111032674517492252011-03-15T12:50:00.002-04:002011-03-15T12:54:44.397-04:00MarriageApparently 2011 is the year of weddings. In the past month three of my good friends have gotten engaged. I’m very happy and excited for them and wish them lots of happiness. As a kid I dreamed of the day when I would be a bride. I imagined everything about the ceremony in my head – the dress, the flowers, the music – of course when you are seven years old you do not have the best taste and you think wearing a pillow case on your head as a veil is pretty awesome. I recall doing this several times in various fake weddings that my sister threw for me in the backyard or hallway of our house. I was pretty popular back then. I remember my first “love,” Teddy Deary. It was in Kindergarten at Grace Church School. We were totally enamored with each other, not to mention Beatrice Deary is probably the best name ever. I remember wearing a pillow case veil and one of my mom’s slips at our wedding which was witnessed by many beloved bears and other stuffed creatures. I am not sure what happened to my husband after that – we went on to separate schools for elementary school and lost touch, but I always wondered what happened to him. Maybe in a strange twist of fate we will find each other, perhaps we really were meant to be Mr. and Mrs. Deary?<br /><br />Now that 1990 has long passed, I sit here 21 years later surrounded again by marriage. A lot of things have changed in my life since then. Aside from the obvious physical changes, my mind is now in a different place as well. As a little girl you love the idea of a wedding, but you do not know what getting married actually means. You look to your parents as role models and want to do everything that they do. As far as you are concerned you grow up, get married and have babies. Isn’t that how life works? So what does a child who grows up in a non-traditional household do? Do they have a different set of values or ideas about how they should live their lives as adults?<br /><br />In today’s world the divorce rate is nearly sixty percent. Less and less people are getting married all together, and yet it seems that everyone I know is heading down the aisle. Not to say this is bad, I am very happy for my friends and I truly hope they have found long-lasting love. I just feel that society sets up these “standards” for how we must live our lives. We must graduate from college, get a good job and then get married and have children. These values are true especially for women. So if we do not reach these goals are we failures? What if someone doesn’t want children? As a twenty-five year old single woman I already feel the pressure to settle down. You always get the inevitable “who are you dating?” questions from parents friends and if you say no one they figure there must be something wrong with you. Well, maybe there is, maybe I don’t feel like dating a cookie cutter preppy guy who works fifteen hours a day and is still acting like a frat boy at 27. Pardon me for not be attracted to guys who treat you like a piece of meat. New York City is a toxic dating environment and I think us females should be given a little more credit for all that we put up with. I know I still have that seven year old girl inside me somewhere and I hope to be as happy and in love as my engaged friends some day. For now, I guess I will have to keep searching for my Teddy Deary, whoever he may be.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-28326428844472499382011-01-18T16:35:00.005-05:002011-01-25T14:10:51.982-05:00The Good Old Days<em>"I've these dreams I'm walking home, home when it used to be. And everything is as it was frozen in front of me. Here I stand 6 feet small romanticizing years ago... Well these daysI wish I was 6 again. Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman. Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 all these things would be more like they were at the start of me."</em> - John Mayer "83"<br /><br />On days like today where I am having a hard time dealing with things I try to think back to my childhood. I was always a happy kid and lived to have fun. The days before worry or panic, heartbreak or pain-- before you could ever imagine that the world you have always known could come crashing down. The biggest worries I had as a kid were deciding between Oreos and Nutterbutters as an afterschool snack or deciding what to do on my spring vacation. This is not to say that kids do not have hard lives- many of them do and it is heartbreaking, but I was fortunate enough to have a care-free childhood. I yearn for those days sometimes. Today especially. My parents are getting divorced and today (or perhaps tomorrow) will mark the official end. Although I have been preparing for this moment for the last four years, it (like most things) never really seems real until it is official. It is crazy to see how much can change during your life. It just goes to show how you never can know what the future holds. This is a scary thought, but also a good life lesson. I know everything will be okay, but it will never be the same again. I guess it will be a new chapter of life for all of us in my family. It is time to embrace this new phase and hope we all can find the same happiness we always used to feel.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-35553939484274452302011-01-13T15:55:00.002-05:002011-01-13T16:34:03.515-05:00Today at work I...Cut paper. No really, I did. Note to self: when your boss asks you if you would like to do a "mind numbing task," the appropriate answer should be no. Not that I'm not thrilled to know that the $160,000 plus that my parents shelled out to the University of Vermont was obviously well worth every penny. In reality, I think first grade tuition at Packer was probably a more solid investment. After all learning to share and read are much more valuable skills in the real world than learning how to play "slap the bag" and "stump." I bet if I added these skills to my resume I'd be a very sought after candidate for any job. Then again stump is a challenging (and quite dangerous) game so it might be worth considering.<br /><br />It is a new year. I always love a new year - it is a fresh start. Time to let go of the negative aspects of the past year and only embrace the good memories and lessons learned. Because it is a new year I am allowed to make promises about things I will do in the new year. I never make resolutions because I always break them and then feel bad afterwards so instead I will make "promises" or at least attempts at them. I promise I will update this blog more - I only wrote 8 entries last year so all I need is one more than that this year and I will have accomplished something. Go me. I promise that I will always be true to myself and do what makes me happy. That is really all you can count on in life. People often let you down so you must learn to be independent and live life for yourself. Once you are happy with yourself you will be ready to share your life with someone else. I am confident with who I am and feel I am ready for that step. Hopefully 2011 will be a productive and happy year and I will get everything I want. Either way, I promise that I will stay positive. No matter how many times you fall off that horse, you always have to get back on.<br /><br />Happy 2011 to all.<br /><br />I'm off to apply to grad school. Maybe with an MA i'll be ready to move on to glue sticks. Yippe!ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-72983128277926227782010-09-22T15:31:00.003-04:002010-09-22T15:47:02.400-04:00FallTonight marks the official fall equinox. It is also going to be a full moon, quite a nice coincidence I think! A full moon can bring about funky behavior from people, but I quite enjoy it. I think it will bring good luck for the fall. Fall has always been my favorite season. Great things always happen in the fall - back to school season, halloween, my birthday and by far the best wardrobe of any season. There is nothing more beautiful than a sunny, crisp fall day.<br /><br />When I was about 6 I wrote this poem about my favorite season:<br /><br /><em>"Fall"<br />In Fall the leaves fall and in Fall you know the next season is winter.</em><br /><br />Well definitely not a poetic wonder, but it get's the point across.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-76286828684417550322010-09-16T09:46:00.004-04:002010-09-22T15:46:47.137-04:00The latestSo, I have been not so good at updating this blog so here is the latest.<br /><br />Thoughts:<br /><br />Manners – I will touch on this again because apparently the citizens of New York, while they are a bunch of very intelligent people, seem to lack basic social decency. This morning a man (business man dressed in a suit, mind you) pushed me out of the way to get out of the train. I’m not sure how he was raised, but most people would consider this is very rude. First of all, I was in front of you, therefore I should get out first and second of all what ever happened to the concept of ladies first? Then after pushing me and shoving a few others out of the way he proceeded to walk very slow and got passed by everyone. Was that really necessary? Nope, didn’t think so.<br /><br />While I’m on the subject of commuting… Every morning I walk through Grand Central on my way from the subway to my office. I have a total love-hate relationship with Grand Central Station. Obviously the hate side is rather obvious. There are always a million people and they are always all walking in different directions. You can never get anywhere because some one is always in your way and tramples your foot with their suit case. One of the best things is the view of the station from up above – it is quite a strange sight, it is like watching ants in an ant farm. Everyone is walking but they never seem to get anywhere, it is as if they are stuck in a glass case. Often when I come down the escalator after work I can’t help but giggle at the sight of all the people scurrying around, they look absolutely mad. Another thing I hate is the tourists. Yes, it is a beautiful place worthy of taking a photo, but why oh why must you do it during rush hour when people are trying to go to work? I always walk through their pictures on purpose. I wonder how many I have been tagged as “rando” in?<br />The love side – although I hate the crowds and the idiotic tourists I rather enjoy Grand Central (and midtown) because I truly feel like I am part of the working world, the New York scene. Every day on my lunch I like to walk around and people watch. There are so many different types of people out and everybody is co-existing together. It is nice to feel like I am a part of something.<br /><br />Life.<br />It is funny how your life can change. I have been back in New York for a year now and my life has totally changed. It is nice to see how this can happen because when you are feeling down you never think you will be happy again, but if you give it time and have a positive attitude you will find happiness again. The key is to love yourself and to always think positive. If all else fails, simply follow the "The Optimist Creed." My boss has a copy on the wall by her desk and it really does help. Here is one of my favorite lines:<br /><br /><strong>“Promise yourself t</strong><strong>o be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.”</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong>ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-76365499528348175692010-08-02T12:19:00.005-04:002010-08-02T12:31:47.741-04:00Rabbit RabbitRemember as a kid when you would say "Rabbit Rabbit" at the beginning of every month to bring good luck? Being a kid was so silly and fun, I miss those days. I can’t believe it is already August – this summer is speeding by!<br /><br />The Bachelorette<br />Like any normal girl I am obsessed with the show The Bachelor. There is just something about it that is so awful and yet you cannot stop watching. I literally find myself swept up in this show as if I am a part of it. The current season is The Bachelorette staring Ali Fedotowsky. She has selected her final two men out of the original twenty-five and tonight is the season finale – so excited! I really love both of the final two contestants and am so curious to see who she will pick or if she will end up alone. I read some article about the phenomenon of the Bachelor. Why are people so obsessed with it? The article said that unlike many reality shows which focus on break-ups and people pulling dangerous stunts, The Bachelor focuses on love. Women are drawn to this show because the ultimate goal is to find love - whether it happens or not is another story. I have to admit that the show is addictive and does give you hope that love is out there even if it is ridiculous to think you could find your husband on TV. So the trap has worked, I am hooked and like all other women in America I will be tuning in tonight along side friends at 249 Elderige Street to see which fine gentleman Ali chooses. I am team Chris, but of course if he ends up with Ali then he cannot be with me. Mrs. Beatrice Lambton - sure I think it has a good ring - haha!<br /><br />Weekend<br />There is nothing better than a weekend full of roof top parties, seeing old friends and making new ones and of course talking in the street until dawn. It is such a thrill to be young in New York City. There is so much to do and discover in this city. There are many new and exciting places to explore and of course if all else fails there is always good old Arlo & Esme as a fall-back, you know you’ll find some entertainment there, just watch out for the drunkies – they tend to spill a lot.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-20060268974579899342010-07-22T10:38:00.006-04:002010-07-22T10:47:50.443-04:00HilarityI have recently discovered <a href="http://www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/">http://www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/</a> a blog based on the very funny (and true) book. It is by far one of the funniest things I have ever read. Anything that combines sarcasm and making fun of ridiculous people and the things they do is something I cannot pass up. I would love to meet the person who writes this blog. They write here about camping. "Camping is a multi-day, multi-step, potentially lethal activity that will cost you a large amount of both time and money. Unless you are in some sort of position where you absolutely need the friendship of a white person, you should avoid camping at all costs." HAHA. This is only the beginning of the hillarity that awaits you. You must check it out now. Warning: you will get hooked!ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-32956045294869568312010-07-15T14:59:00.002-04:002010-09-16T09:46:19.880-04:00ParadiseI have just returned from a short but glorious trip to Bermuda. I went for four nights with my dad and my sister. We stayed at the Fairmont in Southampton. Bermuda is such a beautiful place. It is not in the Caribbean, but it has the same feel as the islands down there do. It is a very peaceful place – the people are all very friendly and you can tell that they are happy. Unlike most of the Caribbean islands, Bermuda is a very well-off place. The prices of houses and all goods are very expensive as they have to import everything – it is a tiny island (only 22 square miles long!) All of the houses are painted bright colors: pink, yellow, blue, green, orange, even the airport is pink! Paradise. I cannot wait to go back. We spent out three days there going to the beach, eating wonderful meals and watching many ridiculous drunk people dance the night away at the night club, The Cellar. Of course we drank some dark and stormys and rum swizzles too! We snorkeled and walked on the pink sand beaches and one night we went on a glass bottom boat tour of a some reefs and a ship wreck in the Bermuda Triangle. It was heavenly. If you get a chance, go to Bermuda, as soon as possible!<br /><br />Now I am back to the hot city and back to the grind of life. Having a schedule feels good, but it is also nice to get away. For my next adventure I would love to explore Central and South America and I would also love to go to Thailand. There is so much of the world that is still so unfamiliar to me and I cannot wait to explore it.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-9623424399273656042010-06-18T16:34:00.003-04:002010-06-18T16:38:47.616-04:00What ever happened to manners?I really do wonder this every day. People are so rude now a days that it is disgusting. The saddest part is that we as young adults of the 21st century are so jaded that we do not even notice the lack of basic human decency that we are receiving. We have become so accustomed to being treated badly that it makes a basic kind gesture seem shocking. This is not how the world should be. While I am a modern woman of my time in many ways, I still think there is a set a rules that people must follow. When you eat dinner at someone’s house you should eat what you are served no matter if you like it or not. When you get a gift or stay with someone for a few days you should write a thank you note. You should always put your napkin on your lap at dinner. You should help those less fortunate than you in whatever way that you can. Donate money, lend a hand or help out a sick person. These are just basic manners. The other day on her way to work my mother heard a lady cry out for help. She had fallen on the steps down to the subway and had twisted her ankle. Instead of just walking by like all of the other people did, my mom took a few minutes out of her day to help this lady. Together with the help of another good Samaritan they called her an ambulance and waited until she was in the hands of the EMS before continuing on to work. Even though she was on her way to work and a bit pressed for time she still took a few minutes to help someone else. This is what we should expect from other people, but sadly it is a rare commodity.<br /> Another thing I’ve learned about the 21st century and people’s lack of manners is that people do not care. I went to Vermont at the end of May for UVM graduation and to catch up with old friends. A great time was had by all, I always enjoy being back in Vermont, it feels like home to me in many ways. I missed a lot of things about living there. One thing is did not miss, however, is the ignorance of many people there. Some people say that ignorance is bliss, well I disagree I believe ignorance is a lack of caring about others. There are people who are ignorant to the ways of the world - they may not have been exposed to much diversity and they are afraid of things that are different from what they know. This is not their fault but that does not mean it is okay to make inappropriate comments. At a friends party in Vermont one guy called another guy a name. It is a word I hate and I do not tolerate people saying it in my presence. I asked him kindly if he could refrain from saying that word in front of me to which he responded “it’s a regular part of my vocabulary, that is going to be very difficult,” and then he proceeded to use the word just to spite me. I don’t care who you are or how you were raised this is inexcusable. If someone is offended by something you say you just don’t say it that is called respect. Also you should not go around saying offensive comments try to look cool, it is not cool at all, it is pathetic and you should not get away with it.<br /> Last weekend I met nothing but rude people everywhere – hopefully this weekend might bring about a more decent crowd – I won’t hold my breath!ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-4832433595128175882010-06-01T10:11:00.001-04:002010-09-16T10:24:50.916-04:00Oh what a weekend!Memorial day weekend always brings a lot of great things: it is the official kick-off of summer which brings about barbeques, days at the beach, time to catch up with old friends and of course hot weather. Summer in New York City is a unique experience, if you can stand the sweltering heat that is. The streets are buzzing with people who have finally come out of their winter hibernation - every sidewalk café is packed and any roof top bar is the place to be on a weekend night. This year Memorial Day weekend also happened to overlap with fleet week. During the annual fleet week naval soldiers flood Manhattan in a quest to get drunk and meet girls. As a single girl living in New York fleet week is the ultimate experience to partake in. After all, what is cuter than a boy in uniform, right? This year my friend Natalie and I happened to meet some sailors. We were on our way to go out to our usual spot Arlo and Esme, a Lower East Side “fratastic” bar when we saw a sailor on the street. We decided to go up to him and ask him where he was going. He said he was going to meet some of his friends 230 Fifth, a famous (what else) roof top bar. He invited us to come along so of course we didn’t turn down the chance to check this place out. We arrived at 230 Fifth and saw a line around the block but of course Mark (the sailor) just walked right up to the bouncer who opened up the velvet rope and let us right in – it was like being escorted by a celebrity. The bar was as I expected it to be – overpriced and full of lots of tacky girls from outside of New York City. We still managed to have a good time and got to take pictures wearing the sailor’s hats! Fleet week was definitely a fun experience.<br />I have not spent a summer in New York for about five years. As much as I love the city, I hate the humidity that accompanies the summer heat. I have always been away for the summer working in Maine or Vermont, so now being in the city all summer working is going to be a new experience for me. It is only June 1st and it is already unbearably hot – it’s going to be a long summer, but I am going to make the best of it. Happy summer to all and may we all stay cool!ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090463584849065568.post-91065448109009099362010-05-13T10:40:00.003-04:002010-05-13T14:17:06.941-04:00Hello!With frequent downtime at my current job, I have decided that it is time to start writing a blog. My wonderful friend Lindsey has a blog and it is most enjoyable to read. As I am new to this whole blog world, I am not sure what to write about so I guess I'll first explain the title of my blog. <strong>Bubbles:</strong> my mom's good friend Alison used to call me bubbles as a kid. I'm not sure why perhaps because I was bubbly, but the name seems to have stuck with me - I think it is an appropriate name for a blog - after all what is better than bubbles? They bring a smile to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">any one's</span> face. As a kid I always kept a journal, I found one of them recently at my house in Connecticut one weekend. I was reading it and laughing at how consumed my life was with boys. It seemed that's all my life revolved around at 13. While it is always entertaining to gossip about boys, I hope that 11 years later I have a few more things to talk about as an educated young woman of the world. So, for the sake of this blog and the sanity of its readers (if there are any!) I am going to make a promise to focus on more grown-up issues and leave the boy drama for brunch. I have a few topics on my mind that I have been wanting to write about so here goes...<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Unemployment:</strong> I truly feel sorry for anyone who is unemployed. Having nothing to do all day is truly the worst feeling in the world. In September I moved back to New York City from Vermont where I had spent a year working after graduating from college. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I needed a fresh start. Where better to go then back home to New York with all my friends, right? Well yes, New York is the most exciting place to live and has so much to offer. It is also, however, one of the most expensive. After quitting my job and moving home I was faced with a new dilemma - unemployment. It was a very strange feeling knowing I had nothing to do all day, no schedule, I was free to do anything I wanted. At first it felt exhilarating after being so bogged down with school and work for 5 years, but after the first month of sleeping late, catching up with old friends and going out every night it started to get old. My money I had saved up from working was gone and it began to sink it that I was no longer getting a paycheck, it was back to being supported by my parents. I have always been very independent and this was a very hard thing to grasp. After a few weeks of boredom and tedious job hunting I really started to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">frustrated</span>. I would apply to close to thirty jobs a day - every kind of job, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">waitressing</span>, retail, office jobs and I would never even hear back from people. It is the most depressing feeling. I was so depressed and unhappy. I am just as good a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">candidate</span> as every other why would nobody call me? Eventually in February I started to get calls for interviews and was offered a job soon after. So to any unemployed person my advice is: do not give up! Something good will happen you just have to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">persistent</span> and patient, as hard as that is. Also you have to be creative... pick up a side job babysitting or dog walking it will l help pass the time and get you a little spending money. Stay strong, you are fabulous do not let the recession get you down.<br /><br /><em></em><strong>Apartments:</strong> My friend Natalie and I are currently looking for an apartment together. New York City is so expensive. It is insane. Last night we viewed an apartment on 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> street in the East Village. It was so tiny. While small can be cozy, this was just unlivable. There was not a single closet in the entire apartment and the rooms were barely big enough to fit a bed. This shoe box was $2400/month... wow, what a deal! (Not!) And the search continues... Hopefully soon we'll find something good.<br /><br /><strong>Subway:</strong> Dear Subway Riders of New York City,<br />I have enough anxiety being <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">smushed</span> next to strangers in a confined area at 8:00 am, so why do you find it necessary to push your way in to the car before people have gotten off? This really bugs me. It is just basic manners, and is totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">unnecessary</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">because</span> you will have nowhere to stand. Also, when you have been patiently waiting for a seat and someone pushes you out of the way to get that seat, this is considered bad form. And lastly, for the sake of all the people around you, please take a shower! This is just basic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hygiene</span>. Thank you.<br /><br />I hope my blog has been enjoyable. There will be lots more to come.ecirtaeb1116http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591240127984342779noreply@blogger.com0