I've Got Sunshine On a Cloudy Day

I don't know about you, but I will be welcoming 2010 with open arms. Wide open arms. I specifically remember my feelings towards ringing in 2009. I sat at home on winter break for five weeks, and dreaded the turn of the new year. I wanted to hang on to 2008 forever. 2008 meant I'd be forever 21, 2008 meant I'd stay in college forever, 2008 meant that the real world would hold on for just a little bit longer. But then it was time for 2009. I wasn't excited about this new year, I had grown up knowing that 2009 was an important year because it was the year I would graduate college. And come midnight on December 31st meant that my graduation date was that much closer, the real world was looming. I remember that New Year's Eve. It was one of my favorite. Everyone was home, and by everyone I mean all my friends from home were in one location. Although a few of us scattered for that particular night, we had been together for a joyous holiday season. We gathered again on t

This scene, the scene of me right here sitting on this big comfy couch typing and deleting and typing again seems like it could be a movie scene. My feet are up, my hood is up, the heat is up. There is a foot of snow outside, I'm beside the window where the white Christmas lights shine brightly, offering me a better view of this computer screen. Tomorrow I will be driving home for the holidays, another possible movie scene. I like being alone when I drive home. I actually look forward to it. It's some of the only alone time I get away from my computer, away from my cell phone and television. I plug in my ipod, put on my special playlist, and turn the volume to the point where I can't really hear myself sing along, which is probably a good thing. I do a lot of thinking in the car at this time. Thinking, singing, sometimes crying. And driving, of course I have to focus on my driving. But as I pack up my room and take down the decorations to bring home, I think, what is hom

A lot can be said about a little green bird. Recently the new obsession with birds involves the website Twitter. I don't know who created Twitter, or why exactly, but yet again it's another online website that my friends and I have become addicted to. It's rather sad how kids these days grow up and all they know revolves around the internet. I haven't quite caught up to the iPhone or Blackberry phase yet, but at least Twitter/Facebook/and my own blog are free. Back to Twitter. Why do I like it? Why do I need to go on every few minutes for an update of what my friends and favorite celebrities are doing? I mean there was a reason I didn't go to the St. John's soccer game on Friday night yet I find myself home clicking the refresh button to find out the score. Oy. Why do I get my news from Twitter instead of CNN.com? It's much more exciting to look at Anderson Cooper's face than a big red CNN logo with headlines. Technology these days is shocking. I get

You should see my room right now. It's that time of year again- back to school season. And back to school this year is very different than it has ever been for me. I'm going back to graduate school, because somehow I made it through 4 years of college in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I can't even begin to describe the last 4 years and everything I have learned, experienced, and had the opportunity to do. Which is why I won't. This "blog" is about my room. (Hense, the first sentence!) So, back to my room. It's a mess, but more than that, it says so much about me and how I have grown up through my college experience in the last 4 years. When I left for Queens New York in August of 2005 my bedroom at home had blue walls- a perfect shade of plain blue. I had got milk ads everywhere, funny magazine cutouts, drumsticks from the at the time rockstar boyfriend hanging on the walls. I had a few shirtless men cutouts as well most likely, and more photographs

Carrie Bradshaw is my inspiration for beginning this blog. I don't like using the word "blog" because then I feel like I categorize myself as one of those oddly unique people who has a deep dark side to them (or something like that) but really it's just because I like to write and I can't find a pretty green background on Microsoft Word. Anyway, I'm not sure that I totally LOVE Sex and the City, I mean, great show, but sometimes it's so completely not in my direction or thought process that I can't even relate to it. Although every group of friends tries to find their own Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and even Samantha. Every group of friends tries to emulate the classy and fabulous lifestyle of living in NYC and drinking cosmos every night which to be completely honest I've never even had one. And I'd be too nervous to steer away from my drink of choice to try one. Within the show there is very little that I can relate to. Even though I have li

There is something that I really love about the early morning. Early early morning. When the sun is still hiding but the sky is lighting up letting you know it’s going to rise any minute. The air is still, the birds sound peaceful and the world is still asleep. Although, I suppose that depends on where you are. At my home in Connecticut it’s very peaceful, I’d love to wake up and just sit on the back patio, take in the nature that surrounds me and watch the sun rise. The sky goes from dark blue to gray to light blue with that beautiful hint of pink and orange following the trace of the clouds above. I’d love to clench my coffee mug and just truly relax. When I am in New York City the quiet isn’t as quiet, but it’s not as loud as you might expect it would be either. The sky still paints the same picture in the sky, only the hint of gray is more obvious and I suppose that’s due to the smog. There are still birds and the birds still sing a peaceful morning song