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Be into it.Archive for August, 2008
Rule #3
Sabra and I have added a new rule. And here I am to unveil it for you:
Rule Number 3: Money tips the scale.
For example: If someone asks me out and I could go either way – yes or no, if it seems as though they may be well off, I will say yes.
Simple enough. And makes so much sense. And life easier.
Top 5.
I am not a phone person. There are a select few people I can talk on the phone with at length.
Top 5 People I Can Have A Lenghty Phone Conversation With*:
1. Dan Casey
2. Rob
3. Sabra
4. Kata
5. Becca
*Note: These rankings are representative of the present. They do not include past relationships/friendships etc.
Delivery Man Update
UPDATE:
Delivery man called that night he commandeered my number. At 2am. I was sleeping.
He also called the next day. At about noon. To see what I was doing. He then told me to call him the next day to hang out.
Bizarre. Fucking Bizarre.
WHAT.
… is my life.
No seriously. The bull shit that happens to me is really unbelievable. Or maybe not totally unbelievable, but just happens too often to be believable.
As I am back in Syracuse, there were two crucial things on my to do list. They were:
1. Leah’s Sunflower Chicken Salad Sandwhich from A La Mode
2. Vegan Burrito from Alto Cinco.
I was able to do work on number one this afternoon on my way to Home Depot to buy paint. After an exhausting/productive day of painting my room. I decided an appropriate award would be to check off number 2.
After about 14 unanswered calls (and I do not exaggerate on this number), I decided to drive to Alto Cinco and confront them on their poor phone skills. Frustrated that I have to leave the house covered in paint (literally, my eyelashes have paint on them), I drive by Alto Cinco only to see that THEIR LIGHTS ARE OFF AND CHAIRS UP ON TABLES.
WHAT.
Pissed off I come home and order chicken fingers and curly fries from Acropolis.
20 minutes later my phone rings. I answer – guy says “Hi I have a pizza delivery at I think I’m at your door.” Strange way to let someone know that information but I ignore that and open the front door.
Delivery boy (pretty decent looking) proceeds to give me my food and I pay (and give a generous tip for his humor) he says thank you and ads on a “so what are you girls doing tonight.”
I’m sorry what.
After we giggle and say hanging out he invites us to come to his house and then to a party on Comstock.
He says just come over to which I say – and say what, oh hi you delivered my food? (slightly degrading and offensive, but thats honestly what I would have said because – what. what are you doing.)
He then WHIPS out a piece of paper and says, “well ya know what..”
and POINTS to the DELIVERY SLIP and says while pointing:
“Thats your name. And thats your number.”
OH! DONT WORRY! THATS NOT CREEPY AT ALL!
What?! WHAT THE HELL?! WHO TOLD HIM THIS WAS OK TO DO!?
Honestly, at what point in his life did someone say, if you ever are delivering food to a cute girl, it is totaly reasonable to dig out her name and number from the delivery slip, because, hey, you already know where she lives. This way you can REALLY stalk the shit out of her.
Thank god for Syracuse. You never fail to be the sketchiest place on earth.
peace, love, and stalkers,
natalie marie.
Last.
Today is my Last day of work in this office.
Saturday is my Last day in NYC.
It is also the Last day of my Last summer as a college student. I do not have next summer off. I no longer have the luxury of summer vacations, or being a sloppy mess during the week.
I cannot express in words how absolutely crushed my heart feels right now. Good thing I am in this office alone, because I am very, very near to tears.
This summer brought on a lot of new things for me. I don’t think I am a different person, but the people I keep closest company with have drastically changed. It was the Last thing I ever expected to happen.
I lost my best friend this summer. And this is one of the hardest things I have ever had to admit to myself. I may have lost her far earlier and just not realized, but I am now acknowledging that when I speak of her, I will no longer preface her name with “my best friend”. It’s strange – there was no fight, no falling out, no pent up anger and frustration at a past action. She literally slowly disappeared from my life. And it seemed as though no matter what I did to try and maintain our friendship, she did not put in her required amount of effort. It can only be so long before I had to decide whether or not the hurt was worth the trouble, when all she did was let me down. And it is regretfully, heartbreakingly time for me to say that she is gone.
This may be the saddest feeling in the world.
On a lighter note:
I’m very thankful to the friends I still have, the ones I became closer too, and the new ones I made. I’m so incredibly happy with them and to make trips to see them wherever they are.
I’m actually even thankful to the creepers/randoms I met this summer (ie. Vlad, Guido, Goldman Sachs Guy, Aspen Bellman, Aspen Townie, Rob TenJune —- mind you this is how they are all listed in my phonebook). Without them, my summer wouldn’t have been half as awkward, frightening, out of control, or entertaining as it has been. Thank god.
At least I can say for my last summer, I went out with a bang. (Figuratively, of course.)
peace, love, and awkward mornings,
natalie marie.
I Am A Fake.
I say a lot of cynical bull shit.
But at the end of the day, I’m just another girl looking for her prince charming.
peace, love, and fairytales,
natalie marie.
Cinematic Adventure Is Right.
Note: This post was originally composed on July 12, 2007. It was then edited, and more text was added.
After bailing on GS guy I had a free night on my hands. I enlisted Jose as my trusty film critic companion (he did graduate TRF from Newhouse after all) and bought There Will Be Blood. Although this may seem random, it wasn’t. As much as I had heard about the movie and wanted to see it, I doubt that I actually would have ever gone out of my way to actually watch it. It wasn’t until Ryan (shout out to my homeboy) gave me the most confusing review of the movie, that I decided that it was a movie I had to see.
And so, I popped into Best Buy where they only had the single disc version (which by me was ok), and purchased that bad boy.
I have never been so silent, nor blinked my eyes less in the 158 minutes of that film, than in my entire life.
Daniel Day Lewis is the most underrated, under-radar actor of the film industry. He and Ryan Gosling. But Ryan has many years left.
But seriously. Robert DeNiro? Al Pacino? Really. I mean, they had their breakout roles, but Daniel is Marlon Brando calibur.
The Dark Knight? Holy shit. Normally, when I go into a movie with high expectations, I’m desperately disappointed. Not this time. I was clearly not prepared for the complete mind-fuck that was this movie. The one thing I wish (as does most of America apparently) had changed was Christian Bale’s choice with Batman’s voice. (I would put a link to a video here, but I’m just going to forwardly point out that if you haven’t seen the movie by now, your life probably isn’t worth living.)
I’ve actually encountered a few people who have not been impressed (ass holes). It is my general feeling that these people have a) not seen the first movie and don’t QUITE understand what was going on, b) are saying they weren’t impressed because they just want to be THOSE people who are too cool to like anything everyone else likes, and/or c) are fucking idiotic pricks.
I can’t wait to see it 7,000,000 more times.
peace, love, and entertainment,
natalie marie.
Sabotage.
Oh hey. That’s the story of my life.
You know how they say, crazy people don’t know their crazy? Well at least I know. Or maybe I’m not actually crazy? Who cares. Either way, I am an addict. And my drug is sabotage.
I hate boys. This isn’t true. Not at all. In fact, I like them a lot. Too much actually. Which is why when I am in a relationship, I become this crazy person (in my eyes). I make decisions that effect my life based on another person. That is crazy. CRAZY.
Now, I realize that to some extent that is what you DO when you’re in a relationship, however, at the age of 21 (almost 22), I am in no way at the point in my life where I SHOULD be making decisions based on the lives of other people. That is stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.
ERGO!
I sabotage any potential relationship with whom I may care about in the slightest (note: I am speaking of romantic relationships with boys, not friendships with girls). This includes, but is not limited to sabotage in the following ways:
- speaking of other romantic interests
- speaking of other romantic situations, (ie: dates, being hit on, etc.)
- speaking of sexual interaction with others
- running away (my personal favorite) ie: not responding to phone calls, text messages, FB interaction, IM’s etc. Basically, I fall off the face of the Earth, and for all intensive purposes, could be dead. The only way they know I am alive is that my phone is on and/or I continue to have FB interaction with everyone else, including mutual friends.
This sabotage, I realize, is a way of protecting myself from any kind of situation where I may end up heartbroken. (Thank you Matthew Rivera.) But it is also the only way I can put a stop to becoming THAT GIRL. The one who gives up everything for a boy. Because I would. Will. I just am not ready. It’s not the right time for me.
So here I go again. Sabotaging another one. What a shame.
peace, love, and destruction,
natalie marie.
