5 more work days til December

Yes, you read that correctly. Between now and Dec, I have T-giving in Houston/NOLA, and then the DR with the pretty one, the smart one and the slutty one. (In case you are wondering, I was dubbed the "hard-working one"--as sad and pathetic it is...it is fairly true).

I've started thinking more and more about how I am going to go backpacking when I quit my job. I think quite a bit about the day I am going to quit my job...but that is neither here nor there. ANYWAY, there are some places I obviously want to go again, even though i've been there (London, Edinburgh, Prague, Spain), but there are some other places I haven't been that I want to go to -- Vienna, Greece, South of France, Croatia. I think this backpacking trip is starting to sound incredibly elaborate, but I think I need to start planning now.

Have we all met Tina ? When I saw this clip the first question that came to my mind was, "Who is this girl in my bedroom from 1999?" Then, my second question was, "Who is this girl who stole my glasses and general look from 1999?" Then I came to a most startling realization: I am Tina, and Tina is Me. In middle school, I listened to backstreet boys. If I had the means, I probably would have made youtube videos JUST LIKE THIS. Part of me wants to email Tina, and to let her know that life won't always be like it is for her -- making videos on the internet from her bedroom...picking flower petals to find out if Justin Timberlake loves her, or loves her not. I wanted little Tina to know that one day she, too, could Live the Dream as a paralegal in New York City, and she could do glamorous things like I do, such as getting blackout drunk at Dorians, or fighting with people on the subways...or getting approached by homeless men. Yes, little Tina's future is very bright.

Love to you all, my two French Readers. Bon soiree, mon amis!

Note: I have just watched Tina sing "Everybody Backstreet's Back", and I want to state for the record that while Tina may remind me of my younger self in looks, behavior, and room decor -- I was an awesome singer growing up. I may have since lost any gift I had these last 2 years of living in new york screaming at people/not singing...but at one point in my life, I was ranked the #1 in the city of New Orleans. Yes, I'm sure you, my 2 readers, know this because I mention this fact (which occurred 6+ years ago), on a weekly basis...I think it bears repeating now. Read more

At Least it's almost the weekend....sort of...

Well...another night out. Just got home. I have recently discovered that I have a real problem transitioning from dinner to going out mode. I basically can't do it. Does anyone have any suggestions as to how to do it? Right now, I could have been at Tenjune -- but what am I doing? Lying in bed watching Project Runway on DVR. I really am Living the Dream. Read more

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. Read more

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

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

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

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Subway Musings

-This morning on the subway, I started reading the Financial Times over a random co-ed's shoulder. I thought this would be the moment where Random Co-Ed would catch my eye and say, "Here, lets share the paper", and then I would have insta-boyfriend. This did not happen, and instead he turned around, shot me a nasty look, and then folded the paper so that I would no longer be able to read it.
-Who are these women with extra large engagement rings, who ride the subway in sweats?? I have realized that even if, by some off-chance, someone DOES ask me to marry them, I think I will never quit my job. When I took 3 days off to study for the LSAT, circa hour 8, I almost applied for a part time job at pinkberry to kill some time for the rest of my 3 day vacation.
-Who are these people who lean against the pole during rush hour traffic??? I hate these people so much. I've tried fighting back any way I can, but usually my "fighting back" ends up meaning that my hand is crushed behind someones back, and i look like i'm inappropriately touching a stranger.
-Sometimes when I ride the subway, I like to pump the Eric Prydz, "Call on Me", on the IPod, and pretend like i'm in Europe. But then some a-hole in an a-rod jersey pushes me out of the way, I drop my purse and everything falls out, people kick it around and then a mariachi band tramples me. Read more

Random Thoughts

- I've started to watch way too much tv, so now, in lieu of television, I am going to try to try and read 2 hours a night. I will start tonight...right after I watch this ep of Gossip Girl;
- Remember when I used to say, "If I meet a guy who had read Daisy Miller, and would understand a Daisy Miller reference/make a daisy miller reference, I will run off with him immediately"? I thought about reinstating that policy, but then I realized that most of the guys who approach me don't actually know how to read. Sadness;
-I will probably be getting my LSAT scores later this week...so if you see me sitting in the fountain at Wash Sq. Park eating from a take-out container of Saag Panir and gently sobbing, you'll know why;
-It looks like the advertisers for Viagra are getting really bold. I just an ad where the song, "Viva Las Vegas", had been changed to "Viva Viagra". Remember when these ads were like older men in shadowed light whispering, "i've got a secret.."???
-My 14 yr old faux little sister recently wrote a song entitled, "Rejection", about her breakup with the 8th grade class stud. She was very upset about this situation, so I put it in perspective. I told her, "Hey Leelee, you might be writing songs about your painful breakup with the class stud, but when I was your age, my song lyrics were like, "why did you steal my beanie babies, burn them and video tape it?". She shut up. Read more

Begging on the Streets

As my two readers may not be aware....I recently found myself in what could best be described as, "a sticky financial situation". I had...how do I put it delicately...no money. I had heard my whole life, "if you're rich in spirit, and you have a roof over your head...you can never be poor". Whoever told me that was a liar. Having 0 money is terrible. Paying for subway rides with pennies and nickels is terrible. Becoming a dollar menunaire at Mickey D's is terrible. But, like the same person who lied about the rich in spirit BS told me, every cloud has a silver lining. My poverty allowed me to empathize for beggars. Before the week of poverty, I had thought, "HEY GET A JOB. I DID", everytime someone can on my subway train and started, "i'm sorry to bother you..." But during the week of poverty, everytime i saw a beggar, i would tell them, "i hear you, man....I just paid for this ride with some pence from the UK!" . HOWEVER, all of that having been said, I'd like to take some time to give any of my homeless beggar readers out there a few tips:

Keep it nice
I can't tell you how many times i've seen beggars lash out when things don't go their way. One time I was walking home, and there was some woman on the street begging who started out so nice and was like "sweetie..i need money..." -- I did the obligatory "look down and pretend you didn't hear" move. Obiviously Woman on the Street didn't like this AT ALL, and she responded with, "well you look like you've never had to go hungry for too long". Hey, you just called me sweetie -- now you're telling me i look like i've never skipped a meal?? Any shot you had at my turning around and giving you some spare change has flown out the window. Yesterday, on the subway, one particularly aggressive beggar yelled, "SLUT", to this awkward librarian type with glasses who didn't look up from her book to give him money. I, of course, didn't make matters any better b/c even after he got off the train, i turned to the entire train and asked, "wait, did he just call that girl a slut??" Awkward Librarian looked like she wanted to die.

Show some creativity
There are some homeless people who really show some creativity -- they sing, they tap bricks on the ground to make noise, they breakdance, they hum really loudl while rocking back and forth. I like to see this, and I am definitely more inclined to give you money if you, in whatever way you can, "worked for it".

Look the Part
I sometimes see beggars with nicer nikes than I have. This makes me particularly livid, as, right now, I have 2 pairs of shoes I continue to wear with holes in them. Now, I'm not saying I *should* be walking around with hole-y shoes, but I don't think beggars should be wearing un hole-y shoes when they are asking me (girl who is wearing shoes w/holes) for money. Read more