Sunday, November 04, 2007
My "Twin"...
...Appears to be in some sort of really terrible improv troupe of 4, that is SO good, Starbucks is their rehearsal location. Her friends keep shooting me nasty looks. I love how i'm the one freaking them out -- they are the ones who are flailing about violently and screaming. They are making animal noises now, which are apparently extremely funny to them. I sure do hope my Twin has a job, because if she is banking on her acting career...I don't think it's going to happen to her. Maybe I should give her some money.
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My Perez Hilton Day is coming to an end
As I write to you from this here SBux, the hipster men in berets and the happy couples holding hands are descending upon the meatpacking district, so it means that it is time for me to return to SpaHa, where I call my home. It has been fun reporting to you from the front lines, but now I suppose I must return to updating you, my dedicated 2 readers, once a week.
In other news, there is this girl in the sbux who reminds me of myself in a very bad, unflattering way. She is overly expressive with her face, her hair is in some sort of whack side ponytail, she talks way too loudly, and she is, obviously, eating a pastry. I've been staring at her for like the last 3 hours, because i am obviously so morbidly fascinated by her, and i can't help but wonder if her life is about as awesome as mine is. I any event, I freaked her out, and she has now moved so she is no longer facing me. Read more
In other news, there is this girl in the sbux who reminds me of myself in a very bad, unflattering way. She is overly expressive with her face, her hair is in some sort of whack side ponytail, she talks way too loudly, and she is, obviously, eating a pastry. I've been staring at her for like the last 3 hours, because i am obviously so morbidly fascinated by her, and i can't help but wonder if her life is about as awesome as mine is. I any event, I freaked her out, and she has now moved so she is no longer facing me. Read more
What do women want?
According to a cross section of people I have just spoken to, women want the following:
Female, Age 23, Student/Blogger:
"I want an art collector, who is a gourmet chef, plays tennis, doesn't work a lot, and wants to live abroad at some point. That's all."
Female, Age 23, Corporate Legal Assistant:
"I want a man who has a job, who will let me quit my job if I want to, who wants to spoon, holds my hand in public, is tall, and has a sense of humor. I think that's it."
Female, Age 23, Public School Teacher:
"I want someone who can make me laugh and likes downtime."
Female, Age 14, 8th Grade Student:
"Layne, why are you asking me this question? That's kind of creepy. I'm going to tell Mom."
As you can see, I think expectations for potential mates sometimes runs the gamut. I wonder how much expectations are tied to geographic areas? Before I lived in New York, I would have answered the above question as, "someone who went to a really good college, has a good job, is taller than me, has brown hair, is funny/makes me laugh, and in turn laughs at everything I say. Oh, and enjoys things like hunting or fishing, and orders beer at a bar", and I would have thought that a completely realistic answer. But I just asked myself this same question, and my expectations have now become, "Graduated from college and has direct deposit". And yet, this is apparently very difficult for me to find. Go figure. Read more
Female, Age 23, Student/Blogger:
"I want an art collector, who is a gourmet chef, plays tennis, doesn't work a lot, and wants to live abroad at some point. That's all."
Female, Age 23, Corporate Legal Assistant:
"I want a man who has a job, who will let me quit my job if I want to, who wants to spoon, holds my hand in public, is tall, and has a sense of humor. I think that's it."
Female, Age 23, Public School Teacher:
"I want someone who can make me laugh and likes downtime."
Female, Age 14, 8th Grade Student:
"Layne, why are you asking me this question? That's kind of creepy. I'm going to tell Mom."
As you can see, I think expectations for potential mates sometimes runs the gamut. I wonder how much expectations are tied to geographic areas? Before I lived in New York, I would have answered the above question as, "someone who went to a really good college, has a good job, is taller than me, has brown hair, is funny/makes me laugh, and in turn laughs at everything I say. Oh, and enjoys things like hunting or fishing, and orders beer at a bar", and I would have thought that a completely realistic answer. But I just asked myself this same question, and my expectations have now become, "Graduated from college and has direct deposit". And yet, this is apparently very difficult for me to find. Go figure. Read more
I am Perez Hilton
Dear All (and by All, I mean, you my 2 readers),
I write to you from a Starbucks on 9th Avenue near the meatpacking district. While the neighborhood is very trendy, I am looking particularly women's college today. I am wearing jeans, a MHC hoodie sweatshirt, and my new balance. Most people go to coffee shops to meet their mate...and I'm fairly certain it's not going to happen for me today. In fact, if I saw anyone who DIDN'T know what I was like back in the "red sweat pants/northface fleece" dark days of Mount Holyoke, I'd probably crawl in a hole and die. I didn't come here specifically to update my blog, but since I am putting off any and all attempts at re-working my personal statement, now seems like the perfect time to update. I will bucketize this post by topics:
LSU Game
I couldn't be happier that LSU won. As I had no one who wished to watch a football game with me in this city, I, in engaging in some sort of whack social experiment, decided to go my local Irish pub to watch said game. Needless to say, I was the youngest person there by a good 20 years. I eventually struck up conversation with some 50 yr old Irish construction workers, who then proceeded to grill me about why I wanted to go to law school, and then bought me 4 beers. It was like Cheers, except Irish, and no one knew my name. By the end of the evening, the told me I should come back again. I'm thinking about becoming a "regular", if only for the stories I think becoming a "regular" at an Irish Construction Worker pub might provide.
Recent Engagements
I logged onto Facebook today, and was, yet again, notified that another one of my friends was engaged. This will make the 5th or so engagement I found out about this week. I thought the average engagement age was like 27/28, but maybe I am wrong. While everyone I know getting engaged petrifies me...I would very much like to be invited to each and every one of these weddings. Not because I have a date (as is clearly evident from the below posts), but because who doesn't love a free party? That probably makes me cheap.
Age
I can't decided if we're getting old or not. Everyday I am bombarded with signs in either direction. For example:
Leelee's 14th birthday party: old
Hearing about people purchasing property: not
Walking around the NYU/East Village area: old
Applying to Law School: not
My parents talking to me about my "inheritance": old
My parents sending me money so I can pay my billz: not
23 as the Michael Jordan Year
I recently heard from a friend that she was so excited about turning 23, because she took it to be the start of her "Michael Jordan Year". I've been thinking about this a lot recently, in a retrospective way, and I've realized perhaps 23 wasn't the best year I've ever had. Reasons are:
- I fell and broke my rib when drunk at a bar in Murry Hill;
- I didn't score a 180 on my LSATs;
- My identity was potentially stolen by some hacker who hacked the Louisiana Student Loan database;
- The ceiling in my bathroom collapsed in the middle of the night;
Let's hope, generally, 24 proves to be a better year. Of course there are still 2 months left of my Michael Jordan Year..so, there is still time, I guess.
Miscellaneous
There are two men sleeping on a couch behind me. I was going to comment on how tacky I think that is, then I had a flashback to the time that I took a nap in a starbucks in Prague WITH all of my luggage, and I think we even had the nerve not to buy anything. I really miss traveling Europe. I think I will definitely go backpacking next summer. If you want to be my travel companion, please let me know. I am very easy to travel with. I have stayed in the Worse of European Hostels, so it really takers a lot for me to complain. Usually, it takes a complete loss of water and or electricty at the hostel for longer than 24hrs. Read more
I write to you from a Starbucks on 9th Avenue near the meatpacking district. While the neighborhood is very trendy, I am looking particularly women's college today. I am wearing jeans, a MHC hoodie sweatshirt, and my new balance. Most people go to coffee shops to meet their mate...and I'm fairly certain it's not going to happen for me today. In fact, if I saw anyone who DIDN'T know what I was like back in the "red sweat pants/northface fleece" dark days of Mount Holyoke, I'd probably crawl in a hole and die. I didn't come here specifically to update my blog, but since I am putting off any and all attempts at re-working my personal statement, now seems like the perfect time to update. I will bucketize this post by topics:
LSU Game
I couldn't be happier that LSU won. As I had no one who wished to watch a football game with me in this city, I, in engaging in some sort of whack social experiment, decided to go my local Irish pub to watch said game. Needless to say, I was the youngest person there by a good 20 years. I eventually struck up conversation with some 50 yr old Irish construction workers, who then proceeded to grill me about why I wanted to go to law school, and then bought me 4 beers. It was like Cheers, except Irish, and no one knew my name. By the end of the evening, the told me I should come back again. I'm thinking about becoming a "regular", if only for the stories I think becoming a "regular" at an Irish Construction Worker pub might provide.
Recent Engagements
I logged onto Facebook today, and was, yet again, notified that another one of my friends was engaged. This will make the 5th or so engagement I found out about this week. I thought the average engagement age was like 27/28, but maybe I am wrong. While everyone I know getting engaged petrifies me...I would very much like to be invited to each and every one of these weddings. Not because I have a date (as is clearly evident from the below posts), but because who doesn't love a free party? That probably makes me cheap.
Age
I can't decided if we're getting old or not. Everyday I am bombarded with signs in either direction. For example:
Leelee's 14th birthday party: old
Hearing about people purchasing property: not
Walking around the NYU/East Village area: old
Applying to Law School: not
My parents talking to me about my "inheritance": old
My parents sending me money so I can pay my billz: not
23 as the Michael Jordan Year
I recently heard from a friend that she was so excited about turning 23, because she took it to be the start of her "Michael Jordan Year". I've been thinking about this a lot recently, in a retrospective way, and I've realized perhaps 23 wasn't the best year I've ever had. Reasons are:
- I fell and broke my rib when drunk at a bar in Murry Hill;
- I didn't score a 180 on my LSATs;
- My identity was potentially stolen by some hacker who hacked the Louisiana Student Loan database;
- The ceiling in my bathroom collapsed in the middle of the night;
Let's hope, generally, 24 proves to be a better year. Of course there are still 2 months left of my Michael Jordan Year..so, there is still time, I guess.
Miscellaneous
There are two men sleeping on a couch behind me. I was going to comment on how tacky I think that is, then I had a flashback to the time that I took a nap in a starbucks in Prague WITH all of my luggage, and I think we even had the nerve not to buy anything. I really miss traveling Europe. I think I will definitely go backpacking next summer. If you want to be my travel companion, please let me know. I am very easy to travel with. I have stayed in the Worse of European Hostels, so it really takers a lot for me to complain. Usually, it takes a complete loss of water and or electricty at the hostel for longer than 24hrs. Read more
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