D.U.I, I mean D.I.Y

What with this new scene? 
Will it die, like a trend? 
And is there an age cut off to the point of what is appropriate for an adult?

04-25-09 9:30AM est 
SIDE NOTE: 
I will reveal what magazine I worked for at the end of my internship.


Wouldn't have it any other way

03/26/09 9PM est
Finally! The first celebrity I have seen since moving to NYC is... DRUM ROLL!.....! 

John Lithgow! yes! "footloose, rev yeah! i won't let my skanky daughter dance!"

following the next day I rode the elevator to my internship with
Nina Garcia from Project Runway. I was a little taken back because 
1. I love Project Runway
2. I thought she worked w Elle Magazine...? Low and behold she has switched to Marie Claire!


Has anyone seen their new reality intern show, "Running in Heels"? I don't have a tv...nor have i searched for it online

P.S They both look exactly like the look on screen


Photograph gotten off Google images



Tylenol PM should come with a WARNING:

Dreams will be fucked up. 


I have at least 3 people who have agreed with me on this today... 3-23-09 10AM est


Whipped

3-9-09 3AM est

Well hello young voicetrous man three stories below. 
(I know I just made up a word but you probably breezed by it without question and with its full acceptance into the sentence. No?) 
I know you probably think you are being considerate to your roommates by stepping outside to talk on your cell phone, but hearing about Hayley and how you won’t be schlepped around like one of her previous boyfriends leads me to believe that she has already tamed you.

You didn’t have to accept her call at 3AM, but you did, which supports my original hypothesis. This Hayley matter has got you, and/or you enjoy the pathetic petty drama, and crave its nonsense.
  So on that note, thank you for waking me up so abruptly, just to let the street know that you won’t be subject to Hayley’s previous tactics…



They Like Me!

3-5-09 8PM est 

So besides my first week at my internship, I got butterflies in my stomach yesterday because my intern manager got the okay for me to go on an off site photo shoot as the assistant to the magazine’s Photo Director! Huh, maybe I’m doing something right! 


NYC just seems to get smaller and smaller


Playing the Quiet Card


2-18-09 7PM est

So its been about a month and a half since I have been working at my internship and I have been slowly easing my personality into the work room mixture. I have been observing everyones personalities, work habits/ethics, quirky mannerisms and their humor, and especially if they do not take humor well. My goal starting today is to say hello to everyone I pass, and come out of my shell because this industry is networking, and if you don't have a personality, you're a nobody, just a boring wall flower that asks to go on a lunch break.










Photograph gotten off Google images 1950s-1970s U.S. propaganda



Dearest  Mom,

2-16-09 12:10AM est

I am scared. I’ve hit the bottom, like where the remnant of wine stains the empty glass.  Blood is money and money is blood in all its workings, progress, future, history, business, prosperity, corruption and life…If it weren’t for you and dad I’d be nowhere. I’ve been trying. I feel like I’m already in the real world. Getting that head start, a taste of reality, which is what I have come to find what the term “real world” really means. It is cold and controlled. There are great people out there who want to help, and get people back on their feet if they miss step. I don’t know if I’m ready to enter that reality. Not necessarily corporate lifestyle but this different reality in general, where people claim “the man,” whoever they are, keeps the population moving like cattle; off the train, up the stairs, just to make another transfer and make ends meet. It's an endless cycle.

I love the bright lights of entertainment, but it is so unpredictable and materialistic. So much so that I have become lackadaisical and bored.

I want more to do with my spare time because if I am unoccupied I begin to think and worry too much.

I worry about money and spending on networking/drinking and socializing. I am scared I will not be able to support myself, let alone pay you guys back for everything you have done for me.

All I know is school and how to learn and I love knowledge and being active. I am trying to make a change, a difference in the world. Make a mark, even though that is very cheesy sounding. I guess it can just be as little as making someone smile.

I have come to find that one reason for grades in school and transcripts, they are just a report card to show employers how and if you work well, which I hate because I work very hard, but only because I am passionate in everything I do, plus if it has my name on it, it better be good.

I am lazy now. I feel scattered. And there are many possible factors I have gone over and over again in my head to explain it; I am in a new environment, I am passing the month mark in NYC, it’s the winter blues, I am surrounded by the unfamiliar, not confident in what I am doing or where I will go from here. I am great at a lot of things but I am not excellent in one, and that bothers me. These issues are occupying my mind and soul from completing my own personal projects and school work. There is also my own hesitance to take chances, even as little as leaving the apartment and getting lost.

I know there are no real answers to my concerns and “problems,” and that they are just a part of discovering life and how unforgiving it is at times. But what scares me the most is what will happen when I am alone, independent and I will not be able to turn to you and dad for guidance.

There really is no answer…just hypotheses and fuck ups.


- Your Daughter 

Holly Miranda

1-27-09 3PM est

NYC is a really small town, not only have I ran into a friend from UMass on my street randomly, but last Monday I ran into my friend Will from London who I have not seen in four years at Club Zebulon in Brooklyn. And on top of that, his girlfriend grew up with my friend Lauren who I went with to Zebulon to review the band Holly Miranda, Will was playing in that evening. What a fucking small world…crazy. 


PLZ Pass On! Rooms for RENT!


1-26-09 3PM est

Why is it so fucking hard to find a subletter! I hate writing email after email with people who doesn't come through.

I am currently paying two rents, one in hipster BRKLY and one in 60sville Amherst, MA. If anyone reading this needs or knows of someone in need of a room for rent in either Brooklyn, NY (Williamsberg) or Amherst, MA, PLEASE PLEASE get them in contact with me! 

Here are the links to the craigslist posts;

1. Williamsberg APT: 
http://newyork.craigslist.org/brk/roo/1008150291.html

2. Amherst APT: 
http://westernmass.craigslist.org/sub/999791985.html


1-24-09 1:23AM est

It smells like feet and lilac in my room.

(Thought I'd share)

Watching Michelle Obama Laugh


1-20-09 11:45ishAM est


"SASHA!" 


thank you Rev.


I Have a Place and a Corner to Chill On


1-12-09 5PM est

Look what I found Yesterday while on a brunch date with my friends Steve and Sarah!!! 
Wanamaker Place! I am a Place! Hott damn! Now everyone can explore Wanamaker. Do you really want to??? And funny enough there is a Starbuck's at the end of my corner, huh they knew my addition to caffein all along...


York

1-10-09 5PM est

Have you ever written or said a word multiple times that it stops making sense?
You don't recognize it as a word with letters that go cohesively together to make sense in your language. Well right now the word York looks foreign to me. I know it has roots in English but it just stopped making sense a few minutes ago. 

York - the new York of York in Great Britain. Also a region...what else does it mean?

The name 'York' ultimately derives from the Latin name for the city, variously rendered as EboracumEburacum or Eburaci. The first known recorded mention of York by this name is dated circa 95–104 AD and is an address on a wooden stylus tablet from the Roman fortress of Vindolanda in Northumbria.[7]- is a walled city, sited at the confluence of the rivers Ouseand Foss in North YorkshireEngland. The city is noted for its rich heritage and it has played an important role throughout much of its almost 2,000 year existence.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/York

Jumping Is Dangerous

1-10/09 4:30AM est
I jumped the turn style and got a bruise on my leg....booo :( and drunk. I also found a broken firehydrant ...it was different. Welcome to New York!


CONVO:

ME: i jumped the turn style and got a bruise
Dunc: HAHA
ME: My leg hurts
Dunc: Badass
ME: More like dumbass
Dunc: haha, well if ya dont have the 2 dollas u gotta do what u gotta do
ME: i did and i put it in, the machine said i didn't have the funds so i said fuck you and jumped it
Dunc: hahaha im proud of you in nyc for a week and already a criminal
ME: no!

End----4:38AM est

Sprung out of my bed to see what was the matter: Handicapped Van


1-7-09 6AMish est

Ok who the fuck is the asshole in the handicap bus laying on their horn at 6 in the morning when I still have and hour and a half to sleep? What the fuck? I am awoken abruptly this morning by a jerk who decides to double park to run into the laundry mat across the street from me while a few minutes later a caravan of handicaps roll down the street. Mind you, the handicapped van CAN fit between the double parked car and the other car parked on the other side of the street. So instead of giving a few toots to let Mr Double Parked know that someone is trying to get by with ease, the handicapped driver lays on his (yes I am positive it is a man) horn for at least 10 seconds, multiple times. I wake up, immediately saying "what the fuck." So I tear open my curtains, with devil eyes emanating toward the handicapped van, imagining that I am opening my window (classic) and screaming "Are you for real?! Shut the fuck up?!" and giving him the finger. As I am thinking this, the handicapped driver is slowly making his way past the double parked and the car parked on other side with at least 5 inches leeway on each side of his gimp van. 

Sorry, I shouldn't have said gimp, but it is 6AM and I was slightly unconscious writing this and very angry. (NOTE: The apology was written this evening.) 

BUT to the handicapped driver, I hate you. 

Regards. Wani. 


Asshole.

New Year, Immune System Down


1-5-09 11:43PM est


Hey All, 


So I finally made it to Brooklyn and I'm in my apartment by myself...Kinda freaked out cause I'm a Boston girl, now in a huge city and all I can think about is someone breaking into my place and possibly, I dunno, raping me. Something as awful happening...My parents stayed with me last night. Yeah I know, I'm 23 and still need my parents by my side while I sleep, but it's a lot easier to sleep. I love my apartment and my roommate. The only thing is, his friends are crashing here for a week while their apartment is out of commission for a bit and I'm worried they won't lock the door or something of the sort, or bother me...I don't know them, or what kind of people they are, and I am my mother's daughter, so I always think the worst is going to happen...(My mom is Irish Catholic...Is this a common trait? To not trust anyone, and that in every situation to think the worst?)

Any who, I have decided to write a post because I thought it might calm me down. Sort of did but my imagination is f-ed up. I'm going to try and sleep soon cause I have my first day at the internship tomorrow and I'm still sort of sick. Oh did I tell you all I have MONO?...

Maybe not, but I do, and I guess I've had it since Thanksgiving, blah...and because I WAS NOT AWARE OF THE MONO I wore myself out and got strep throat, which can occur with mono but is not common...cool (wiki it.) My pediatrician (-child doctor;student in college;under parents healthcare;not able to find the time or try to find a real adult doctor;usually screwed six months after graduation) put me on antibiotics, I felt better and New Years 2009 came around. So me being dumb, went out to Cambridge and partied thinking I was all better....hmmm. So I had a relapse and got a cold. Throat closed up again, went back on antibiotics, started feeling better yesterday, but now I have pink eye, and a fabulous outfit for tomorrow. Don't worry I got medicine for the pink eye (or more appropriately called conjunctivitis), Erythromycin (not sure if I spelt that right) and am NOT contagious but I look high in my left eye. 

On that note, now that I have finished bitching, I feel better and it is time for sleep. 

Lesson of the day: Cleanliness is next to Godliness (It'll make sense if you read my day to day tomorrow 1-6-09)


Point and Time


12-21-08 6:45PM est

I am very scared to move to NYC. Many people ask why. Why? Because all I know is school. But then again school is all about how to learn. And isn't that life in a nutshell? The scary part is the independence. I don't beieve in the "Real World" shit, I would much rather call it, a different reality.