tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83169257788432163632024-03-13T07:48:07.354-04:00HeLLz BelLZMove forward
Face the dilemmas
make love and peace
struggles of life
the wall of worries
open your mind
clear your voice
look for something
pick a good choice
forget about mistakes
of errors and strifes
learn how to smile
survive for lifePrincess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-2231132611104977852009-08-18T10:38:00.003-04:002009-08-18T11:18:18.847-04:00Rollin' with the Punches<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Hey all I would like to update you on my life thus far. Things have not gone as planned but whatever does ya know. Life is about roadblocks and how you deal with them. So all summer I worked my ass off trying to find a job in New York City, but being a recent graduate in this economy is BRUTAL. All the film production jobs that would be taken by people of my caliabar are being taken by people who have been in the business for years because they can't find jobs either. It's a vicious cycle let me tell you. I would get interviews in the city but I didn't even have enough money to get on a plane. It was irratating to say the least. SO I had to take a step back and rethink what I was going to do. I'm living at home, which is an adventure in itself and have two jobs now. I am working at a production company in Tampa called ScatterBrothers Productions. Currently we are working on a reality show for fox about professional deep sea fishermen. It's a cross between the Hills and Deadliest Catch. Fascinating:/ It's something I can put on my resume though right. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The second job which is my main job is a total backassward from what I want to be doing. I am an elementary school music teacher at Countryside Montessori in Land O Lakes Florida. All Gasp! Yes laugh it up the bad ass KISS/Cheap Trick lover deals with little kids all day long. This shows how bad the Florida school systems are...they hired me without a teaching degree. It has been an adventure to say the least. I have had to pull out all the stops and call people I haven't talked to in years(old band teachers, ex boyfriends, every member of Delta Omicron) Cuz Let's face it I have NO IDEA what I'm doing. Here's What I know. Music is part of my core. I have done since I was really young and I have a distinct unconditional love for it. It is one thing to know how to do but to be able to teach it is a totally different experience. I have been trying to analyze how my teachers/prof in the past taught us what we know now. This is quarter note...but why does it get one beat Ms. Lynzi(they call people by their first names down here) IT JUST DOES! So I have been on the MENC website for the past 2 weeks and talking to so many people. The kids are group 1-3grade and 4-6grade. It's hard to teach something you would teach to third grader to a first grader and visa versa. I mean they are a totally different levels developmentally . That's an obstacle I haven't quite conquered yet. Then I think if Roberta Guaspari can teach kids from 6-12 how to play Vivaldi on the violin... kids have to be smarter and able to grasp more than I thought. </div><div>There has been this part of me that did not want to tell ANYONE because I was embarrassed. I was afraid people were going to get mad(all my music ed friends) that I got this job right out of the gate and they are still sitting in Band Org studying their ass off. I have gradually broken in the news and people are more helpful then anything else. I'm mean this just happened and I am only going to be here for a year(until I save up enough to go back to New York) Watch I say that and I am going to actually like teaching little kids. Oh NO! Alright everything happens for a reason and I just have to relax and go for the ride. So if anyone has any Music Ed advice it would GREATLY appreciated:) </div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-58954254646370286442009-05-24T11:11:00.005-04:002009-05-31T18:37:40.597-04:00My life Part II<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><div>I have graduated from la universidad and now what. Oh well I'm moved back into my parents house and pretty much want to slit my wrists. I can't find a job in new york because I'm not living in New York. Every company that calls me back wants me to intern for FREE...and fly up to do an interview. I am not working for FREE anymore. I refuse. so until someone has the heart to take a chance on dear on Lynz I am here in Florida. I got the old speech last night that I am not trying hard enough to get a job and I can't expect to get employment in New York right after college. Listen I worked there already twice. I I put off going to NYU to save money and now I want to go. I don't want to wait 5 more years. I can't expect to get anywhere in my career sitting in Florida not meeting people. New York and I fell in love and really want to start my relationship. Okay thats weird that I said I was in love with a city but I am. New York is like a character unto itself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I found this on a friends blog and I wanted to do it, so here I go</div>1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Not really.. but My dad was drunk and my mom was on heavy pain meds when they made the spelling of my name. Lynzi<br />2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Last night. I was crying that I wasn't going to be anything in this world and my dreams were going to be crushed.<br /><br />3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Some people say I have doctors handwriting I don't really care because I usually type everything<br /><br />4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? roast beef<br /><br />5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? uhh I sure hope not<br /><br />6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? shit yeah I'm pretty sweet.<br /><br />7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? everyday...my dad thinks I'm serious most of the time and gets mad at me.<br /><br />8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? I got them out with much pain when I was 5. The only time I have ever been in the hospital since birth. knock on wood<br /><br />9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? oh yeah...I have always wanted to do that. <br /><br />10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Frosted Mini Wheats... but I haven't been aloud cereal since I am on my strict diet of nothing. <br /><br />11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No it's unnecessary<br /><br />12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I could kick your ass...better watch out!<br /><br />13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Butter Pecan<br />14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Usually if it's a guy it's their butt or lips. idk </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;">Girls it is usually their hair.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br />15. RED OR PINK? BLACK<br /><br />16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My tendency to flip out on people and myself.<br /><br />17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? <br /><br />18. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Barefoot at the moment with newly painted pink toes but usually I am wearing black converse.<br /><br />19. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? cottage cheese<br /><br />20. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The sound of the waterfall in the pool area.<br /><br />21. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Red because everybody would want me. <br /><br />22. FAVORITE SMELLS? Laundry soap,film, pine trees, Interlochen cabins, My grandma making dinner, a nice smelling man. <br /><br />23. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Mi amiga Heather, We are planning our escape to New York City<br /><br />24. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Stole it from him...but he's pretty much the coolest guy ever!<br /><br />25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? I hate sports and sports broadcasters(who are glorified frat boys). EXCEPTION during the olympics I watch Swimming, diving, gymnastics and during the winter olympics ice skating. Thats all<br /><br />26. Hair Color? brown<br /><br />27. EYE COLOR? green<br /><br />28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No. I used to wear glasses but I went to vision therapy and it corrected my vision<br /><br />29. FAVORITE FOOD? a fantastic steak dinner. steak, baked potato and salad...the works.<br /><br />30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I have an active imagination so after a scary movie...night time is not fun. <br /><br />31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Angels and Demons....mom fell asleep<br /><br />32. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? lime green with sparkle trim tank and a grey tank over top<br /><br />33. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer!<br /><br />34. HUGS OR KISSES? It all depends.<br /><br />35. FAVORITE DESSERT? Banana Creme Pie<br /><br />36. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? I'm actually not reading a book right now. I need to calm the fuck down and do that. <br /><br />39. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I have a laptop no mouse pad needed.<br /><br />40. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Dinner and a movie...I didn't watch TV<br /><br />41. FAVORITE SOUND? <br /><br />42. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles<br /><br />43. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Rothenburg, Germany.<br /><br />44. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I don't have any special talents that people don't already know about. <br /><br />45. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Toledo, OH</span></div></div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-80672752008083029152008-09-09T17:50:00.012-04:002008-09-09T20:31:17.391-04:00Summer Wrap up 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RHKDfuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7koo6CjfNrU/s1600-h/th_DSCF4326.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RHKDfuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7koo6CjfNrU/s400/th_DSCF4326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149589958950626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RBfAhnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TBaKna1eY1U/s1600-h/th_DSCF4359.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RBfAhnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TBaKna1eY1U/s400/th_DSCF4359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149588436223602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RfTm55I/AAAAAAAAAPg/-2cnLaaXKSA/s1600-h/th_DSCF4798.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RfTm55I/AAAAAAAAAPg/-2cnLaaXKSA/s400/th_DSCF4798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149596441470866" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RRcURtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/J-Wc9Lif5eU/s1600-h/th_DSCF4799.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2RRcURtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/J-Wc9Lif5eU/s400/th_DSCF4799.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149592719902418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2Roi8XcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cmgGIS8d2wM/s1600-h/th_IMG_0560.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb2Roi8XcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cmgGIS8d2wM/s400/th_IMG_0560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149598921711042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb19t0DsYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-OP8zScYWRs/s1600-h/th_DSCF4039.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb19t0DsYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-OP8zScYWRs/s400/th_DSCF4039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244149256738288002" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay Blogspot won't let me upload large pics anymore sooo this is all you get. The pic in the top left is Sasha, Terence's two year old son. Working are way clockwise...Heather and I in a vintage eyewear store, then there is Dave, and the heather and I again in the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island, there is me editing SteveSongs(soon to be on PBS) and the last one is Heather, May and I at Satkos are favorite Sake Bar.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMb1OgCOREI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uARKTM3vBWE/s400/DSCF4828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244148445585753154" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Heather and her purple pants...another pic from the Timesquare adventure.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxdrcToiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-3M3hcjsk0A/s1600-h/DSCF4515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxdrcToiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-3M3hcjsk0A/s320/DSCF4515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144308299473442" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Well below we have Terence Williams...Creative Director Extraordinaire ...hung over and snoring away on the couch. That was the morning that I came in and he demanded that I go get him eggs benedict, coffee, and fresh squeezed orange juice..oh and of course the New York Times. He gave me his credit card and told me to get what I want and come back in an hour because he smelled like city night life and wanted to freshen up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxd175YOI/AAAAAAAAANA/5V9fad8Dw40/s1600-h/DSCF4558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxd175YOI/AAAAAAAAANA/5V9fad8Dw40/s320/DSCF4558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144311116325090" /></a>We can always look but never touch the labels...oh well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxecrzlfI/AAAAAAAAANI/0WTwSyR5FbE/s1600-h/DSCF4553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxecrzlfI/AAAAAAAAANI/0WTwSyR5FbE/s320/DSCF4553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144321517819378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxeqfH5mI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Fw56M7O1nA0/s1600-h/Photo+65.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxeqfH5mI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Fw56M7O1nA0/s320/Photo+65.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144325222721122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxejEzOeI/AAAAAAAAANY/mXh8_e3qtOg/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbxejEzOeI/AAAAAAAAANY/mXh8_e3qtOg/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144323233266146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwPolPV3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SThBwl7ziVo/s1600-h/DSCF4327.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwPolPV3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SThBwl7ziVo/s320/DSCF4327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244142967501838194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwP2IErtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bCte66tmkME/s1600-h/DSCF4207.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwP2IErtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bCte66tmkME/s320/DSCF4207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244142971137601234" /></a>That to the far right is Heather in her new Sexy haircut.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwQEgnEgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kySiuul8P_A/s1600-h/DSCF4309.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwQEgnEgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kySiuul8P_A/s320/DSCF4309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244142974998614530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwQZSQI8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FL-4wtR_XjU/s1600-h/DSCF4780.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwQZSQI8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/FL-4wtR_XjU/s320/DSCF4780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244142980575536066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwQXvLhnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hBVMibayvmw/s1600-h/DSCF4554.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbwQXvLhnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hBVMibayvmw/s320/DSCF4554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244142980159997554" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Heather and the Brooklyn Bridge pic that I took lying down...it's not exactly what i wanted but it works.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Rockefeller Center...what can I say..it's always lit up and a beautiful place to just chill<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-40219069997978059062008-09-09T16:50:00.007-04:002008-09-09T17:49:29.723-04:00Summer Wrap up 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbmJ8-_NzI/AAAAAAAAALo/i_TGyO3anPk/s1600-h/DSCF4200.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbmJ8-_NzI/AAAAAAAAALo/i_TGyO3anPk/s320/DSCF4200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244131874783049522" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br />THESE PICTURES ARE VERY OUT OF ORDER ACCORDING TO HOW THE SUMMER WENT>>>BUT SINCE I HAVE LIMITED TIME TO SIT DOWN AND COME UP WITH THIS BLOG>>>>I THOUGHT I WOULD JUST DO IT LIKE THIS....SO HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS FOLKS HERE WE GO<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbmKlveBFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CoxbcMNRRkA/s1600-h/DSCF4848.JPG"></a><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbmLQ3zmpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/s2c_jsWLdlc/s1600-h/DSCF4828.JPG"></a><br />Obviously below we have the Yankees Game...This is the last season in the stadium before they tear it down, so i'm glad I got to go. That game was probably one of the hottest days of the summer so we didn't stay for the whole thing...actually we only stayed for 2 innings. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Above is a dog i babysat all summer... youare going to ask...Lynzi what is this precious dogs name? I couldn't tell you. It starts with an N and its greek. Thats bad I know...but Ifelt bad asking more than once how to pronounce the dogs name. This was Christos's daughters dog so I would go over on weekends when she would come and watch the dog while they would go out. Christos Pathiakis is the editor at the production company I worked for... His daughters name is Persephone if that tells you anything...about how greek they really are. He would pay me $10 an hour to watch his TV(that took me an hour to figure out how it worked because it's hooked up to a recording counsel.)</span> <br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> </span></span> </span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Again Yankee players...not a huge baseball fan but here they are...</span></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblL_6O-oI/AAAAAAAAALA/YrLnrRa8J2Y/s320/DSCF4083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130810416528002" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblMJ0QYQI/AAAAAAAAALI/FRYp1lysYDU/s1600-h/DSCF4086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblMJ0QYQI/AAAAAAAAALI/FRYp1lysYDU/s320/DSCF4086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130813075808514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblMXL_XPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_eLbmDkCHZk/s1600-h/DSCF4088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblMXL_XPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_eLbmDkCHZk/s320/DSCF4088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130816665017586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">ME in the stifling heat...this is also the day that May, Heather and I walked out of three different resturants because they were too expensive.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblNWcheFI/AAAAAAAAALY/hHECV1t-k_U/s1600-h/DSCF4094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMblNWcheFI/AAAAAAAAALY/hHECV1t-k_U/s320/DSCF4094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130833645795410" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">FLOWERS ...around the east village where i worked and played they have all these gardens where you can go and read or sit. They also have sculpture gardens which you see in the third picture down. I got a lot more pictures of things than i did people which looking back kind of sucks.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbjgVBKlpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vy5pn0ArKR8/s1600-h/DSC_1631.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbjgVBKlpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vy5pn0ArKR8/s400/DSC_1631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128960656873106" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbjgwZjySI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e50vNly0oEw/s1600-h/DSC_1720.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbjgwZjySI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e50vNly0oEw/s400/DSC_1720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128968006945058" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbjiI_F2BI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RFCK70Viz1M/s400/P1011344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128991786686482" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Brooklyn Bridge...one of my favorite places. It was only one subway stop on the 5 express train downtown. You can see the statue of liberty, pier 17 and it's exactly 1 mile longs so it's good for running</span>.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbjhWYpXeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-0dH6FRUnxk/s400/DSCF4299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244128978203663842" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I love this pic but you be the judge...my boss had me go take location shots of time square at night for this commercial they are shooting in october. So they had me go out and do it. I was so paranoid that Terence(my very temperamental but lovely british boss) would hate them..but he loved them and sent them off to Germany.</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbikkm8HUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e8GcH8GLZTM/s1600-h/DSCF4510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbikkm8HUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e8GcH8GLZTM/s400/DSCF4510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127934049688898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Reflection of radio city music hall in the fountain by the hilton hotel </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbik4_30LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ygfYcaXxCrM/s1600-h/DSCF4537.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbik4_30LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ygfYcaXxCrM/s400/DSCF4537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127939522973874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Remember the Mansion story...probably not so I'll tell it again. May my roommate was in PR and interviewing for a job. For the interview they hooked her and all her friends( that would include me) up at Mansion...a hot New York Night Club. Just the cover was $30...which was normal, the drinks were $15 a piece and a table was $750. Me and my fine self get in for free, drink for free and don't remember half of the night. I remember I was smoking inside of a New York City establishment, which is totally illegal. AND I had a very hot frenchman pouring me my drinks..."a whole bottle of grey goose for me...why thank you kind sir."</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbilBzOVnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/myTOLfhza0A/s1600-h/DSCF4618.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbilBzOVnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/myTOLfhza0A/s400/DSCF4618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127941885843058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbiln-I7KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PDDnZVjVCIc/s1600-h/DSCF4619.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbiln-I7KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PDDnZVjVCIc/s400/DSCF4619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127952132172962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">another Time Square night time pic...this is on 42nd st between ave 6 and 7...by Bryant Park.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbim6fb7WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/47TewlPuGao/s1600-h/DSCF4460.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbim6fb7WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/47TewlPuGao/s400/DSCF4460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127974283537762" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The outside of Bobs Your Uncle...on 6th st between Ave B&C..if you ever want to stop by.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbh_CkyPwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b7m9Xy66DYM/s1600-h/DSC_1278.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbh_CkyPwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b7m9Xy66DYM/s400/DSC_1278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127289258688258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbh_WLVWzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ej24ZGbNo6Q/s1600-h/DSCF4019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbh_WLVWzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ej24ZGbNo6Q/s400/DSCF4019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127294520646450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbh_ri8_JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MEVJ9zM5qBA/s1600-h/DSCF4021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SMbh_ri8_JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MEVJ9zM5qBA/s400/DSCF4021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244127300256857234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">TO BE CONTINUED ON THE NEXT BLOG...</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-88781114593820401942008-06-03T23:40:00.008-04:002008-06-04T11:02:59.654-04:00More NYC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYYnEx9WBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bhP7I29nGBA/s1600-h/DSCF3984.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYYnEx9WBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bhP7I29nGBA/s400/DSCF3984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207877078677805074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYYnZURb-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/m5HOXdvutIc/s1600-h/DSCF3987.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYYnZURb-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/m5HOXdvutIc/s400/DSCF3987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207877084190437346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYVBRboLVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IwQbba8vaWA/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYVBRboLVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IwQbba8vaWA/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207873130703891794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYTlopX8SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lNvFPoryXag/s1600-h/DSCF3969.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYTlopX8SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lNvFPoryXag/s400/DSCF3969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207871556387598626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYPkCMoc7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/sCpdYV89-vQ/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">Louis V...I will buy from you one day. But for now I will do the whole Bag, Borrow or Steal thing.</span><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div></div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-56715752346400246332008-06-03T23:02:00.000-04:002008-06-03T23:02:47.810-04:00New York City week 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYE7rEt1VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/K9C1a_5gW4E/s1600-h/n1908378_43568073_9786.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYDfVwhhEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tYYCbGOyldY/s1600-h/DSCF3897.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqbYaLYlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q1AjelwpV1M/s1600-h/DSCF3623.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqbYaLYlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q1AjelwpV1M/s320/DSCF3623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207474456532574802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqb1TaG7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jhoV7l70anw/s1600-h/DSCF3622.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqb1TaG7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/jhoV7l70anw/s320/DSCF3622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207474464288807858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqcfYXXaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jo4h_Ob6z-U/s1600-h/DSCF3656.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqcfYXXaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jo4h_Ob6z-U/s320/DSCF3656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207474475583888802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqciB7yjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dw1DD7hNvL4/s1600-h/DSCF3659.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESqciB7yjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dw1DD7hNvL4/s320/DSCF3659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207474476295113266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I have made it one week in the big apple and so much has happened. Let's start with a brief overview.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> I am staying at NYU 's </span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SESs0AWmFgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JQUTuq8Ox5M/s200/DSCF3673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207477078595081730" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Palladium dorms which are just CMU's dorms in highrise nothing special. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The world moves fast around here so you got to move or you are gonna get you ass run over!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">First order of business besides work was to see the Sex and the City Premiere, which I did. It was my first red carpet event. I wasn't really walking down the red carpet...i'm not that cool. I did see the cast of sex and the city plus Fergie, Donald Trump, and many others. I was in crowd of thousands so the pictures did not turn out well, which i'm bummed about. Just seeing them all was worth walking in the rain. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Second order of business is work. I work at Bob's Your Uncle, which is a film production company in the East Village. There main line of work is branding for different TV stations and programs, such as Starz, Hallmark Channel, Spike TV and currently working on commercials for sesame street. http://bobsyouruncle.tv / </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Well my job as the intern has been doing "intern" tasks such as answer phones, ordering lunch in french, and meeting with my boss's relator to find a new office space. So I have been all over the city with my new friend Glen the relator to the stars. He knows the Speildbergs...come on really. Actually he does and fixes sarah jessica parker, madonna , Harrison Ford and the late Heith Ledger up with their fabulous pads.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SES3P3Ff9LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/d7mIQCGQVag/s320/DSCF3819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207488552260072626" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have been having a lot of fun and get along with the city and the locals really well. I have been having a little trouble with confidence. Back home your fashionable, cute and suave. You get here and it just hits you like a brick wall that you are not in Kansas anymore. The people in my internship program are all LOADED. They have their Jimmy Choo shoes, their Louis V bags and their Gucci sunglasses. I come in with my target flip flops and my sunglasses from Walgreens. My suitmates have their Louis V make up bags sitting on the toilet. God dammit that is a $600 bag just chillin on the toilet seat. My roommate and I are both in the same boat in that we are both from the mid west. which is VERY apparent in this city. She is more fashionable than me so she has kind of pushed me along. It so true when they say if you can make it here you can make it anywhere. With a few pointers from Glen I think I'm on my way to reaching success. Just act like you have money and push your way through the crowd. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Celebs I have seen on the street thus far:</div><div>Mary Kate Olseon </div><div>Bobby Flay</div><div>America Feriera (Ugly Betty)</div><div>Fergie </div><div>Meredith Viera</div><div>Matt Lauer </div><div>David Cook</div><div>(I don't go uptown all that often so except on weekends and that is were they are mostly) Soho is a good celeb spotting place as well, but it's next to chinatown which scares me). </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYDfVwhhEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tYYCbGOyldY/s320/DSCF3897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853856052053058" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYDfxVWk9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9kji3cdTrWY/s320/DSCF3891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853863454282706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYDguKAdCI/AAAAAAAAAII/E_VNk3LaTEM/s320/DSCF3894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853879781258274" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYE7rEt1VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/K9C1a_5gW4E/s320/n1908378_43568073_9786.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207855442321855826" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/SEYDfi-Oj9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pY_eYjAhFsk/s320/DSCF3888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207853859599192018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /></div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-49797478069869111162008-03-29T09:15:00.003-04:002008-03-31T18:12:32.057-04:00Arnel Pineda<a href="<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXj0R9AmS_s&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXj0R9AmS_s&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>"></a>
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<br />Here's my opinion. Steve Perry is one of the top rock vocalist of all time. He decides to go solo, then he decides to retire, then he becomes a farmer. Steve is not coming back people...he can't sing anymore...his voice is blown out. That would be a big clue to all of Journey to just hang it up. If Robin Zander decided to retire from cheap trick or Paul Stanley from KISS the band would stop. Maybe gene would continue KISS but I wouldn't go. They say Arnel sounds just like Steve...I don't want somebody just like steve. I WANT STEVE PERRY! Steve Perry had a stage presence like none other I know. His voice was pure, powerful, and i never get tired of listening to him. Can Arnel pull it off?? YOu be the judge.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-24365936389178026092008-03-25T21:18:00.003-04:002008-03-25T21:28:26.393-04:00Kiss on mad tv<a href="<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkIx_2tkvQQ&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkIx_2tkvQQ&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>"></a>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-53528242595387394422008-03-21T17:40:00.004-04:002008-03-23T20:18:37.586-04:00extras!<div>Some more random thoughts that you may or may not read. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">1. Since I have been running things are getting tighter. </span> Even if you the people can't tell yet it's coming off. The first thing you all will notice is that my boobs will decrease in size. I wish my extra ass and thighs would go. Nope my girls are the first things to go. I realized this this the other day when my usually full bra was a little empty. fuck! I'm gonna have to get one of those padded things that are so uncomfortable. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">2.My 21st birthday is on May 9th</span>. same day as Tommy p but he will be turning 58. oh geez thats a huge age gap. Of course I need gifts but your presence at my birthday bash tour will be enough. We will start in Traverse City and work our way down to Lansing. I will not be driving. Somethings I would like for my birthday</div><div> -new running shoes(orange or some other bright obnoxious color)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Journey Greatest Hits DVD<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-a fat long haired cat in which I will name him Stanley and then I will get another and name him Paul.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-the finishing touches to my Cheap Trick record collection. <br /></div><div> -Robin Zanders solo album</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-I would like to win the lottery so I wouldn't have to ask for anything. </div><div> - happiness(maybe meet a nice guy this summer between the ages of 25-30. who is NOT married. i'm so over that shit. </div><div> -peace on earth(whatever...not with georgey boy in office) <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">3. I took a trip up to T.C for "Easter"</span>. Seeing that I don't go to church anymore I didn't think it appropriate to go home with Emily and her very religious family. Since my grandparents were lonely I decided to keep them company on Saturday night. See I am nice! We watched <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Ten Commandments</span> on ABC for like 5 hours. That should never be played on T.V its long enough to begin with, then you add commercials and it becomes 5 hours long. </div><div>You know when a certain place is associated with really strong memories every time you go back to that place the memories just flood your mind. Well hello who could forget this summer. I'm laying in bed at my grandparents house and couldn't stop thinking about Nick...well that was not welcomed. I put on my ipod to some Detroit Rock City and thought that would drown out my thoughts. I sound like a crazy person. At least I didn't have any run in with the cops and he didn't call me. yay! he's officially gone. moving on...</div><div> I've never really run in T.C before so i decided to take a little jog down the peninsula hahahahaha Hats off to all of you that do the Bayshore Marathon because that road really SUCKS. I only did 1/4 of center road and I was worn out. My grandparents live on the top of the first big hill on Center Rd. So going down towards NMC was fine but coming back up...lets say i just walked. Well I have a long way to go to get in shape but it's a process. </div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-39786278907916924612008-03-16T20:51:00.008-04:002008-03-19T20:52:40.557-04:00St. Patty's Day 5k<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R93AunPAX6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/S5ZdQX7pZEY/s1600-h/DSCF3403.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R93AunPAX6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/S5ZdQX7pZEY/s320/DSCF3403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178507053584375714" /></a>Probably many of you know that Emily and I are on this mission to run a half marathon. So we had to start small with a 5k. I was a swimmer all my life not a runner because my asthma got in the way. The doctor said that swimming would help my breathing troubles. Running was just too frustrating, but in december I wanted to try again. Well Emily has been kicking my ass into shape with 3 miles a day snow, rain or shine. I take my inhaler twice before I go running and it seems to help but there is still that tightness in my chest. I learned the other day not taking a drug for your asthma and just taking the inhaler can damage your lungs. well shit. You know what else can damage your lungs...smoking. well I'm screwed twice over. I'll get it figured out or as Korey Brown says work it out Lynzi. Anyways on Sunday was my first race ever in life and I did pretty well. My time was a little slow at 30min but considering that I walked for a total of 1 min it wasn't too bad. If you want to see this mighty duo run or want to join the mighty duo we will be at the following locations. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">AMA run for access to Care(5k)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">East Lansing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">April 6th</span></div><div><br /></div><div>RAT race (5k)</div><div>Mt. Pleasant</div><div>April 26th</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); ">Beat the Grandma(5k)</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Grand Rapids</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">May 3rd</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pace for Prevention(5k)</div><div>Tampa, Fl</div><div>May 17th</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">MG 5k in May(5k)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Grand Rapids</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">May 17th</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Sgt. Doreen Scrimenti Scholarship Race(5k)</div><div>Staten Island, NY</div><div>June 8th</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Major Eugene McCarthy memorial Run</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Brooklyn, NY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">June 14th</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Mint City 10 miler</div><div>St. Johns</div><div>August 9th</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Coldwater Mini triathlon (Maybe ...I don't like the coldwater lake...it's full of leaches eww)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Coldwater, MI</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">August 23rd</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Eight Mile Run </div><div>Mackinaw Island</div><div>September 6th</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">2008 Gazelle Sports Bridge Run(10k)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Grand Rapids</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">September 20th</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Detroit Free Press Half Marathon</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Detroit</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">October 19th</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Great Turtle 5.7 run</div><div>Mackinaw Island</div><div>October 25th </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-7955331839838741952008-03-11T21:02:00.005-04:002008-03-12T00:09:44.584-04:00ACE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R9cr3XPAX5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/sTjCuoAiVbM/s1600-h/DSCF3353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R9cr3XPAX5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/sTjCuoAiVbM/s400/DSCF3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176654526815428498" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> ACE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FREHLEY</span>... I was only 3 feet from the master...within <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">groping</span> distance!! He touched Chelsea instead..boo! Maybe because she was lying on the stage with a beer in her hand and her boobs falling out of her top. This was the last picture I got before my camera ran out of batteries. I missed capturing the smoking guitar...pissed!! One side note on the Ace concert. I was talking to my friend <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sarah</span>, one of the many, and she came up to me the other day. She said do you know Ace <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Frehley</span>. I said of course do you. She said not until Friday night did I know who he was. Then she went on to explain how she waited on him at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">restaurant</span> in the casino on Friday afternoon. Nobody knew who it was until they took his credit card back and saw his name on it. Then the manager had to tell all of the girls that yes that is ace from KISS. Then everyone started freaking out and going up to talk to him. Lucky bitches. They didn't even know who he was until that night. He ordered a wet burrito and a diet coke if anyone wants to know. Seeing Ace and Paul makes me want to see KISS real BAD! On the contrary to what many may think I have been a KISS fan since 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> grade. Not as long as Scott who has been in love with them since he was born, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">definitely</span> discovered them on my own. Seeing people like this live is an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ethereal</span> experience for me. I can't explain the feeling of a live concert like this but I feel the music all the way inside of me. Just for that moment I am lost in the awesome craziness. almost better than sex..not really...maybe if you were getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">fondled</span> while at a concert it would be better than sex. Anyways this is just a cry out to Paul, Gene, Tommy and well I really don't know who the drummer is right now but come to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Michigan</span> so I can bask in the your glory. There will be lace panties thrown your way. I would prefer it if you came before I graduate...I will buy a meet and greet pass I don't care how much it cost. I'm taking donations! Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-38045045337538213682008-03-09T16:43:00.003-04:002008-03-09T21:04:10.656-04:00Mr. Unavailable!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am trying to break this habit of falling for unavailable men. I don't know why it happens, but I'm trying to figure that out. I think I just pick bad guys...their either creepers, married, or totally not interested. How can you not be interested in me...i'm fuckin sweet. Wow that was a little conseded. I think I fear real relationships mainly because I fear becoming like my parents. Or being with somebody like my father. There is a trend with the women in my family to play meek, mild women role. They do everything that there husband says to do. I don't like that outfit, it makes you look fat. Okay i'll go change. Or Go make dinner..and they automatically do it. My favorite is when my dad calls my mom every hour to see where she is and what she is doing. I'll be damned if I am in another relationship like that. Where they love you when its convient for them, but other than that you're kind of on your own. I had a relationship like that off and on for 3 years. I finally realized that he was like my dad and i was acting like my mom. He was controlling me and he made me feel like all the problems in the relationships were my fault. When we would break up I would go crawling back because I thought it was my fault.(yeah we broke up and got back together 4 times) That was the end of relationships for a long while. Wait thats right I haven't had a real relationship since my freshman year. Every time I watch sex and the city , it makes me feel better about the lifestyle I lead. More than I like to admit I get lonely and pissed off that I don't have a boyfriend. All of my friends are hitched so I am always the third wheel. Everyone tells me people I should date or people that would be good for me, but I'm just not attracted to the people they throw in front of me. It's not like i'm a total loser i do get action and could have gotten laid by a least 5 men that i know of the Ace Frehley concert. as i said before creepers or married men included in that 5. not a good plan. All we could do anyways would be to have casual meaningless sex. I don't think i could do that...my emotions would get the best of me. So the big question why do I attach myself to people that can't reciprocate. People tell me I do this because I'm afraid of getting hurt and attaching myself to unavailable men will spare me in some way. They say because I know nothing will ever happen with this unavailable man that I shouldn't expect anything. Just do it for the fun. When you start getting in a friendship/emotional relationship with that person and start caring about his well being you're kind of screwed with the not getting hurt thing. Am I over analyzing this relationship thing...should i just chill the fuck out and bang any guy that comes along and totally disregard my emotions. I'm only 20 years old and already have this wall up and only certain people, my parents not included, get past it. I don't think that's very healthy. Now that I'm just babbling i think i should stop and ponder on my own time. Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-90431496452944160742008-03-08T11:08:00.001-05:002008-03-09T16:22:44.846-04:00are you a republican?!?!I thought this was interesting.<br />To be a Republican you need to believe that:<br /><br />1. Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary<br />Clinton.<br /><br />2. Saddam was a good guy when Reagan armed him, a bad guy when Bush's<br />Daddy made war on him, a good guy when Cheney did business with him,<br />and a bad guy when Bush needed a 'we can't find Bin Laden' diversion.<br /><br />3. Trade with Cuba is wrong because the country is Communist, but<br />trade with China and Vietnam is vital to a spirit of international<br />harmony.<br /><br />4. The United States should get out of the United Nations, and our<br />highest<br />national priority is enforcing U.N. resolutions against Iraq .<br /><br />5. A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but<br />multinational drug corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind<br />without regulation.<br /><br />6. The best way to improve military morale is to praise the troops in<br />speeches, while slashing veteran's benefits and combat pay.<br /><br />7. If condoms are kept out of schools, adolescents won't have sex.<br /><br />8. A good way to fight terrorism is to belittle our longtime allies,<br />then<br />demand their cooperation and money.<br /><br />9. Providing health care to all Iraqis is sound policy, but providing<br />health<br />care to all Americans is socialism. HMO's and insurance companies<br />have the best interests of the public at heart.<br /><br />10. Global warming and tobacco's link to cancer are junk science, but<br />creationism should be taught in schools.<br /><br />11. A president lying about an extramarital affair is an impeachable<br />offense, but a president lying to enlist support for a war in which<br />thousands die is solid defense policy.<br /><br />12. Government should limit itself to the powers named in the<br />Constitution,<br />which include banning gay marriages and censoring the Internet.<br /><br />13. The public has a right to know about Hillary's cattle trades, but<br />George<br />Bush's driving record is none of our business.<br /><br />14. Being a drug addict is a moral failing and a crime, unless you're a<br />conservative radio host. Then it's an illness and you need our<br />prayers for<br />your recovery.<br /><br />15. Supporting 'Executive Privilege' for every Republican ever born, who<br />will be born or who might be born (in perpetuity.)<br /><br />16. What Bill Clinton did in the 1960's is of vital national<br />interest, but<br />what Bush did in the '80's is irrelevant.<br /><br />17. Support for hunters who shoot their friends and blame them for<br />wearing orange vests similar to those worn by the quail.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-88030148525592457642008-01-21T00:05:00.000-05:002008-01-21T01:07:00.317-05:00Mount Pee pee!Okay so I'm back in Mount Pleasant... I have been for about two weeks but haven't gotten a chance to blog at all. Surprisingly I love my classes this semester. All of them are very enjoyable except for spanish which i'm having a little trouble in. What should I have expected... I cheated on the placment test and ended up in a spanish class thats too hard. Thats why your parents said never cheat you just get screwed in the end. Anyways I'm still trying to clear up a grade from last semester. So heres the dealio. I need a speech class to actually sign my BCA major. I know I'm three classes away from finishing it and I haven't actually signed the piece of paper yet. I put TAI off to the last minute figures. I would have had a B+ in the class but since I took two trips to see my parents my absences racked up and now I have a B-. Just an FYI I need a B to sign my BCA major. So I never do this...I made an appointment to meet with the prof to discuss this dilemma. I rarely whine or bitch about my grades only when it is very important to do so. AND this is that moment. I am NOT paying 900 fuckin dollars to take that stupid class again just because of a few absences. I will seriously write him a check to get him to change that grade. I'm not reducing my self to sexual favors but anything else would be acceptable. end of rant one. On to MLK weekend... I always found this weekend to be humerous. A man that valued education so much and we're taking a day off of our educational duties to celebrate him. It seems a little ironic to me. Anyways this weekend has been fabulous. Katie G, Melissa Lane, Emily and I went to Emily's grandma's house and just lounged around. It was the most fabulous two days ever!! We watched disney movies, went sledding in sub zero temps and gossiped about the music building. Awesome. Oh this is where I found out I was actually sleeping with someone. This is a funny story...sort of! I can't mention his name because we're just not going there right now. Apparently I have been sleeping with this older guy for a long time and he comes over and everything. WHOA... really... news to me. I'm like am I leading a double life or are people in the music building acting like they are in highschool AGAIN. That would be the latter. Seeing that i haven't had any intimate action in 6months getting laid would be very nice. Thats besides the point... when people (aka freshman who lead by example for Shannon Roberts) I don't know come up to me and then start aproaching my friends asking me Oh are you fucking so and so,is he good in bed. blah blah blah. I'm like first of all I don't know you and you're only asking me because you can't ask him because he would fuckin kick you in the face. I know I talk about him a lot and he is one of my favorite people in life right now but that doesn't mean I am screwing him. sorry for the extreme run on sentence and the use of the word like. So music building, my life is NOT your buisness and i'm not fucking who you think I'm fucking...I am actually very very much single. sorry for that I just had to get that off my chest. Back to my fabulous weekend. Besides the bump about my secret sex life the gossip was pretty tame. After not taking a shower for two days and eating 5 bowls of popcorn we were ready to come home to Mount Pee Pee. Em, Patrick and I watched the green bay packer loose in ridiculous -24 degree temps and then I drove to my apt in the crazy temps. This weather is supposed to wait until Jazz weekend. Never fails every jazz weekend there is some sort of ice storm and sub zero temps. Alright enough of me how about you. I like new york in june how about you....I like a gershwin tune how about you. okay i'm singing a judy song again I need to go to bed.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-28158692657700121192007-12-17T20:52:00.001-05:002007-12-17T22:38:28.840-05:00Update from the sunshine state Part IWell the semester is over finally! I'm pretty sure I passed all of my classes, it was getting a little scary there for awhile. The Thursday of exam week I was done with school so I headed up to Traverse City. I wasn't even in town yet and I got pulled over by a cop. Oh joyus day! Well I deserved it I was going 75 in a 55, but everybody goes that fast on 115 it's just a fact. But since I looked cute and the cop was nice he only gave me 5 over instead of reckless driving. I didn't do much that night but bum around. I had lunch/dinner at Chilies with Chelsea and then went shopping while she was working at North Peak. After she got out we went back to her house and hit the hay because we had a big day of Snowboarding a head of us. Finally Friday the day I was waiting for snowboarding at Crystal Mountain. Since this was the last time I was going to see snow in 3 weeks I decided to kick the shit out of the slopes. Surprisingly it was not crowded making for an awesome day of no lines, sweet jumps, and some very tasty cheese fries. After that it was time to go home to Mount Pleasant to pack and then drive to Emily's so I could get on a plane for Florida the next afternoon. So my flight was supposed to take off at 1:25 but since the Detroit Airport was covered in ice my plane was late. My plane ended up taking off at about 2:20 from MBS but I had to catch another flight out of detriot that was going to leave at 3:25. We land in Detriot at 3:15 but didn't get off the plane until 3:20. I had 5 minutes to run from C terminal to A3 and if you know the DET airport...thats pretty far. Well I hauled ass in my ugg boots to make it just in time, just as I got on the plane they shut the boarding door. Thank God because if I didn't get on that plane the next plane took off the next day at noon. I got to Florida in one piece and apparently "brought the cold weather with me" It's a very comfortable 60 degrees but people are bringing out their winter parkas. It's very ammusing. As of late I am just relaxing, watching christmas movies, helping my brother with his homework, and trying not be attacked by the creeper next door. He did come to the door around 10am when I was watching A Haunting. He's like Can I come in and keep you company...you might need someone to hold you during the scary show you're watching...uhhh NO!(VOMIT). He started to push the door open and said dude i don't want to fuck you and I shut the door in his face. Through the door he said well if you need anything I'll be next door everyday this week. After I locked all the doors I went and held my dog and continued my show. Obviously he didn't get the fact that I don't want to see him. Well Shit, thats when I decided I'm going to school with my mom tomorrow. Thats all for now. More updates from the sunshine state later.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-7042628212852900192007-12-07T22:11:00.000-05:002007-12-07T22:55:21.727-05:00Almost There!Well the last day of classes was today. Thank the fucking lord. I'm supposed to be typing my term paper about Liszt and his sexiness but I have no motivation to do anything right now. Well except for typing my feelings for everyone to read. It's been a rocky semester to say the least. I took too many credits...21 to be exact. Well everybody said I was crazy but being the Taurus that I am said Fuck you I can do it. Well i should have listened. Instead of having A's and B's like I usually do I have 2 C's maybe three. I feel like a fuckin failure when I get a C in a class. To the the point where I look at my life in the future and see myself working at McDonalds. I know that I am blowing it out of proportion and life will go on blah blah blah. Right Now I feel like shit. I think that explains my drinking a half a bottle of wine, half a bottle of champain and smoking some illegal substances the other night. I just wanted to forget that the classes I'm floundering in the most are the one's in my major, well second major. How's that for a happy day. I thought sightsinging was bad...NO I did fuckin fantastic in that class compared to Broadcast History of New Technology or Cable Copyrighting where the teacher is not a big fan of me. The prof always says to me your writing is fantastic but you didn't underline this or you didn't double space these two lines. The assignments were all out of 11 points, and when he marks off for shit like that it makes for a pretty bad grade. AND the final project was a storyboard presentation. We had to make a 30 second Television commercial about a certain product. My assinged product was a mini chopper and on our assigned day we had to make a 10 min presentation. I spent hours working on it, drawing, gluing things together making sure everything was perfect. What did I get a C- yes all that work for that. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I got marked down for using my pointer incorrectly..apparently I pointed with the wrong hand. I looked at my board for more than 5 sec instead of looking at the class that was like 5 point deduct. Oh and my favorite minus 4 for being gone on Monday. Well I couldn't help that now could I... My father scheduled my plane so I got back on fuckin Monday night. I mean I can see if I didn't try in the class and got those grades but to put my intelligent Lynzi brain on top of it and get those grades...makes me feel really LOW. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5....hold on I'm counting to ten........10. Okay mad rage over. But What I don't get is last fall Emily and I went out almost every weekend getting totally plastered and got way better grades than are getting put in the grade book this semester. At the end of last year I thought hey no more lessons, no more sightsinging, no more theory...school is going be a piece of cake. Well there are harder things to deal with than singing 3 lines of music in front of scott harding or playing a 20 min jury in front of the piano faculty. Those are things that I know how to do and do well. I play the piano well sightsinging was still a little iffy there at the end. Just the singing part....I am big fan of dictation. Things like this meaning the bad grades make me sit and think if I am going the right direction in life. We'll find out soon enough. I might just get my piano degree, become a hobo and sing khum ba ya around the campfire. Or I just need to calm the fuck down and go write my term paper about Liszt's sexiness. Good night. yes it's only 10 till 11 but I'm tired .......... Good night moon. Good night Cow jumping over the moon Good night brush and a bowl full of mush...I can't remember the rest.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-36660873688565108052007-11-28T14:14:00.000-05:002007-11-28T14:45:22.576-05:00My Happy PlaceThat makes me sound like a crazy person but seriously this is one of my favorite places on earth. I have been a lot of places. Maybe it is because of the happy memories this place holds or just the beauty of it but I love it. <br /><br /> This is 12-mile beach campground it is located about twelve miles from Grand Marais, MI down a dirt road. These were probably some of the happiest times in my life. Camping was a real staple in my family, we did it all my life. In the summer this is where we went. I feel like I'm this old grandma looking back on her memories. No I'm just telling ya whats up. I also feel if I don't stop to see the good in life I'll be consumed by the bad. So here is my good. <br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R02_jaLxEuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q7AZPvEF9-M/s1600-h/DSCF1748_1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R02_jaLxEuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q7AZPvEF9-M/s320/DSCF1748_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973364944605922" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03Ab6LxEvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ePFz2P644as/s1600-h/DSCF1719_1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03Ab6LxEvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ePFz2P644as/s320/DSCF1719_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137974335607214834" /></a><br /><br />These pictures are from a few years ago. Not the golden age of twelve mile but once I get those pictures out of storage I will scan them in. Below this is something my brother, me and all are other friends we met up there used to do. Cliff Jumping. To get to the beach you have to go down a dune. Instead of going gracefully down we leaped over trees and stumps on to the sand below. Looking back we probably good have broken body parts but we didnt' care. <br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03BX6LxEwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpINXmEg_ew/s1600-h/DSCF1684_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03BX6LxEwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpINXmEg_ew/s320/DSCF1684_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137975366399365890" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03CFaLxExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6IIqgAYdCzg/s1600-h/DSCF1682_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03CFaLxExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6IIqgAYdCzg/s320/DSCF1682_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137976148083413778" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03CkaLxEyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5_0N6FIqITE/s1600-h/DSCF1683_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03CkaLxEyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5_0N6FIqITE/s320/DSCF1683_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137976680659358498" /></a><br /><br />Another thing we used to do was play sand football...this was serious business we would keep score and make out plays. We would play for hours and when we got hot we would jump in Lake Superior. It wasn't just my brother and I we met a couple other families up there and year after we would go back and see each other. We met actually over horrible circumstances, somebody drowned and all of our families went to save this guy. Well the guy didn't make it but all of us have a life long friendship. I learned to play the guitar around the campfire the first song I learned was Small Town Saturday Night by Hal Katchem. It's a corny song but it was fun. We inserted different words to say 12 mile on a saturday night. Probably about every night we would sing that and Wayne would play his guitar and harmonica. Oh glorious days. Anyways I'll talk later about fun times at twelve mile when I get more pictures. <br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03E46LxEzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p29dF0u97ms/s1600-h/DSCF1718_1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R03E46LxEzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p29dF0u97ms/s320/DSCF1718_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137979231869932338" /></a>Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-86149175474041211402007-11-18T20:55:00.000-05:002007-11-27T13:39:39.834-05:00HomeThey say anywhere can be home as long as your with you're family. I disagree with that statement. Right now I feel like I don't have a home. I know this might sound like I'm whinning or whatever but just shut up and listen. I have been cursed out of Traverse City by the evil Jehovah's. Even though I love that place and I spent ten years there my family isn't there anymore just an empty house. Everytime I go back something bad happens. So I think the evil Jehovah's Witnesses cursed me when they had there meeting about my wrong doings. Then there is Mount Pleasant well who wants to call this home. That sounds kind of harsh. I have had a lot of good times here in Mount Pee Pee. Like trudging through the ice storm becuase we just had to have the first season of Grey's Anatomy, 11am theory freshman year: reading the sex column before Scott came in the room and listening to A.J Garr make some crase comment about it, staying up till 2am doing his take home quizzes that 80% of the class failed,telling Shannon to shut up when she tried to teach the class or do sudoku, crying before sightsinging test. hahahaha Now that I don't have to take those it makes me laugh to think how dumb I acted. It's just a singing test it's not brain surgery. Speaking of brain surgery watching our Sunday night specials of Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy. Oh Dr. McDreamy. More fun times sneaking alcohol to the Herrig classroom and drunkenly practice till all hours of the night. No wonder i didn't get anything done. Most recently drinking a whole bottle of wine during midterms becuase i couldn't handle having 21 credits. Also the Emily and Lynzi adventures which we always seem to get into some sort of trouble. The Paul Stanley concert, that wasn't trouble the party before it was but the concert was amazing. Our Halloween adventures to MSU and the Midland Cemetery. We always have our creeper, dude- bro, college boy stories. Never a dull moment. Then all the parties that none of remember because we drank too much tequilla. <br />I didn't me to go down memory lane but it makes me feel better to think about the good. Most of my friends are here in Mount Pleasant but it's not really a place I can fall on. A place where I can say honey I'm home. But if I have to make it that way so be it. <br />Now for the Florida stories which most of you have heard and some that I shouldn't say but am going to anyways. I have never felt uncomfortable with my family until this past holiday. My dad is off in lala land not realizing that my family really doesn't want to be there. He thinks it's cool it's 85 degrees on christmas. Everybody is secretly angry at each other but won't say it out loud so there is this think tension in the air. Especially with my grandparents because they moved up to T.C to be with my parents, and then two years later my parents moved. Oh boy Merry fuckin Christmas. To top it all off they have this creeper nieghbor and of course he is attracted to me. Because I am the old guy creeper magnet. Usually I am game for that but this guy made me feel really uncomfortable. I only knew the guy a day and he starts making sexual comments towards me. When I am attracted to a guy that is fine but when I am not... it's NOT fine and I get really freaked out. It doesn't help that he is married and has one year old. They are my parents only friends and were around all the time. He would find ways to get me alone. When my parents werent looking he would whisper crazy nasty stuff in my ear .asdlfkasdlfasdf He would say shit that should not be said to me. Yes I am 20 and this shouldn't bother me but it does. Okay lets back up I didn't his once before yes...but with a guy who I had feelings for. If the only thing Nick wanted was to get in my pants he didn't a very good job at getting there. He was not creepy, got to know me, and we became friends. Then everything else happened. This guy was like bam I am going to be a fuckin creeper. I can't tell my parents because they will say one of two things...I am just trying to stir up drama or they won't believe me at all. They are such nice people or he wouldn't do anything like that. blah blah blah<br />This is part of the reason I don't want to go down because this guy is pretty foward about what he is doing. He doesn't have a job, but his wife works. There is going to be week where I will be home alone becuase my parents will be working. FUCK THAT What is stopping him from coming over and doing the nasty. I will carry a can a mase around in my pocket. I swear to god I will burn his retinas out if he trys to do anything. He is ruining my chance to feel at home. Maybe I'm blowing this way out of proportion but strange place plus creeper next door equals Lynzi not staying there for long. I am going to live with Robin Zander peace!Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-56981889904457457682007-11-11T20:59:00.000-05:002007-11-22T23:08:53.352-05:00A few of My Favorite Things!good times at CMU.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze3FICsHEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n8qjjhHPS08/s1600-h/DSCF2742.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze3FICsHEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n8qjjhHPS08/s200/DSCF2742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131771599097961538" /></a><br />The ice storm of '06<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0Nl3vXrdqI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Dq8DcRf62g/s1600-h/DSCF0450.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0Nl3vXrdqI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Dq8DcRf62g/s400/DSCF0450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135060008415491746" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0ZSPvXrduI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z9QPjIJuymA/s1600-h/DSCF0458.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0ZSPvXrduI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z9QPjIJuymA/s320/DSCF0458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135882855429928674" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0ZRRvXrdtI/AAAAAAAAADg/7RRuH5iekzQ/s1600-h/DSCF0440.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0ZRRvXrdtI/AAAAAAAAADg/7RRuH5iekzQ/s320/DSCF0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135881790278039250" /></a><br /><br />Adrian Morris..she did more in 17 years than most people do in a lifetime...may I see you again someday love.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze2sICsHDI/AAAAAAAAABs/FJPOBjDCBoE/s1600-h/adrian+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze2sICsHDI/AAAAAAAAABs/FJPOBjDCBoE/s200/adrian+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131771169601231922" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Zach <br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NkUvXrdnI/AAAAAAAAACw/y3wRyGuLmb8/s1600-h/zach1+001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NkUvXrdnI/AAAAAAAAACw/y3wRyGuLmb8/s400/zach1+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135058307608442482" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NklvXrdoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZWIxdyuvbD0/s1600-h/lynzi20.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NklvXrdoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZWIxdyuvbD0/s400/lynzi20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135058599666218626" /></a><br />Zach used to hide in the dog cage when we played hide and seek. he didn't realize that the cage had holes in it so obviously we could see him. We also caught him eating dog food once. <br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NkvfXrdpI/AAAAAAAAADA/nueLBSPu_MA/s1600-h/zach24.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NkvfXrdpI/AAAAAAAAADA/nueLBSPu_MA/s400/zach24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135058767169943186" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NmXvXrdsI/AAAAAAAAADU/5AlJ_BpZj9M/s1600-h/DSCF2546_1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/R0NmXvXrdsI/AAAAAAAAADU/5AlJ_BpZj9M/s320/DSCF2546_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135060558171305666" /></a><br /><br /><br />My Rockstars<br />Tommy P my 12 string bass sex god. haha I have issues<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze574CsHHI/AAAAAAAAACM/UFLtAL9IqAg/s1600-h/n21711789_31367792_833.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze574CsHHI/AAAAAAAAACM/UFLtAL9IqAg/s200/n21711789_31367792_833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131774738719054962" /></a><br /><br />Paul Stanley...or Stanley Harvey if you want to be precise. l like Paul Stanley better...but I would never want my last name to be Lynzi...thats just wierd.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze5yYCsHGI/AAAAAAAAACE/W8aSWqHAaoc/s1600-h/paul-stanley-photo-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze5yYCsHGI/AAAAAAAAACE/W8aSWqHAaoc/s200/paul-stanley-photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131774575510297698" /></a><br /><br />and then there's Steve...he got me through the summer of 07... just don't stop believin<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze5rYCsHFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fWaIuP74ifU/s1600-h/steve_perry-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WgLF2-B2GQ8/Rze5rYCsHFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fWaIuP74ifU/s200/steve_perry-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131774455251213394" /></a><br /><br /><br />MORE LATER...this is a good start though.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-39933389379732665702007-11-07T22:03:00.000-05:002007-11-14T22:09:22.770-05:00I give Public Schools a F!!!!!Yes I give the public school system of american an F for failing to teach my generation to use their BRAIN. Let me give you a little background of where this rant is coming from. I am in TAI 170 which is a freshman level speech/theater class. yes i am a junior but I put it off to the last possible moment. These kids...wait I don't want to say kids..peers don't know a god damn thing. Things that should have been learned in middle school. For an example syntax or metaphor or smilies(i think that was 5th grade). Nobody knew what these things were I just sat back in shocked at the low literacy of all of my peers. I am not trying to sound naracassitic but honestly people read a book. Another thing that bothers me when my peers didn't know authors or styles of writing that are commen to every other educated person in the world. Sylvia Plath, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Charles Dickens, and some didn't even know Shakspeare. Well that folks is just a tragedy.<br />I'm not blaming them i am blaming the teachers in highschool for not teaching them these things. Or teaching it in a poor way so it didn't stick in their brains. Maybe I was blessed with a great education or maybe it was because my mom is a teacher or Maybe it's just because I listen in class. I don't know but come on America lets get people learning because aren't we supposed to know the basics BEFORE we come to college. College is like an extended learning, so we can broaden our minds to new and greater things. Maybe learning syntax and metaphores are new and great to some people. If that is the case that is really sad. The problem of pointless classes is getting better the more higher level classes i take, which is to be expected. <br /> Back to the real problem of our pre college education. I think it all started...oh my god yes I am thinking. I think it all started with the concept of standardize testing. The bane of my exsitence. I am not a great standardize test taker AT ALL. To sit and regurtitate facts for a fuckin computer is pointless to me. Why is my intelligence measured by a set of questions that is not about anything but taking a test. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea? This is more apparent in History where the teacher only teaches what is going to be on the test and nothing else. Well yes JFK was assainated on Nov 22, 1963 by who they thought was lone gunman or thats what the teachers told us. That was it, thats all we got. No questions, nothing later it was to be used in ABCD or E answer. Now THAT is streching the mind. <br /> I am just asking to cut the No child left behind act BULL SHIT and starting teaching.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-39922033739006771262007-10-26T19:35:00.000-04:002007-11-07T22:02:49.058-05:002 Tickets and an Angry Phone Call!Traverse City Round 2. It started off a lot better than the last visit. I wasn't staying with my grandparents...they didn't even know i was in town. I was hangin out with some friends and Oh and the cops are out and about as well. So I got pulled over for drunk driving last night. HA! I wasn't even drunk...I was thinking go down to bootleggers and wait for the drunks to get in their cars. Why are you pulling me over? Well apparently I had improper lane use. It was at 11:00 at night with nobody on the road and it just decided to pull me over. I think he was board. I said "Can I help you" He said "Give me your drivers licence and registration and I'll explain later." Okay well one problem I couldn't find my registration. Well fuck. So he took my liscence and told me he thought I was driving like a drunk. Whatever I drive a Saturn they blow in the wind of course i'm going to have improper lane use. I told him I was coming from North Peak and all I was doing was picking up my friend from work. <br />Which wasn't true...I was doing doing some major flirtation with this 34 year old...so hott. Well he asked out but called me later to tell me had a girlfriend. whatever i'm over it.<br />Anyways I told him I wasn't drinking but he continued to not believe me. He told me he smelled alcohol on my breath so he told me to follow the pen. I almost lost it...i started laughing really hard, which didn't help the matter any. He gave me a warning and a fix it ticket for my lost registration...by the way it was under the seat. The next night after Rocky Horror in the exact same spot the cop pulled me over AGAIN. Well at this point I was fucking pissed off. My friend Chelsea was telling me I had to suck up to the cop...NO if they piss me off I'm going to act like I'm pissed off. I am not Fake. Well after that whole ordeal i just wanted to go to bed.<br /> No trip to Traverse City would be complete with out a run in with Nick McAllister. I didn't actually see him but heard his sweet little voice on the phone. I was on my way out of town on M-37 and my former co-worker called me and asked me if I wanted to come over to the resturant. Well No. Why that is a very stupid question. Yes scott there are stupid questions. I started going off about how I didn't want to see Nick ..what an asshole fuck him...yeah i kind of lost it. All of this time I was on speakerphone. and I hear Nick's voice start yellin and carrying on in the background. Yelling at me. Man you a are fuckin 43 years old get a hold of yourself. The only way you can talk to me is through other people because you don't have the balls to apologize to my face. So i hung up on in him never to hear from any of them again...so i think. I'll probably have more stories when I go up there again on the Nov. 17th.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-31842887004849946622007-10-21T17:19:00.000-04:002007-11-29T19:43:00.550-05:00Songs that SpeakKelly Clarkson Lyrics...they speak to me. <br /><br />Looks like I made a mess again<br />Heartbreak everywhere I step<br />This fire is getting hot again<br />But I touch the flame ‘cause I’m a curious cat<br />Creeping where I don’t belong<br />Finding out what I knew all along<br />Crying all alone<br />And it’s all my fault, all my fault<br /><br />Yeah, I did it again...again<br /><br />Oh, I’m getting tired of believing <br />Even sicker of pretending<br />That it’s not so bad, just wait it out <br />Oh, I think you’re feeding me lies again <br />The only good man left wasn’t him<br />And that’s how I feel right now so just let me be<br />Let me be<br /><br />It seems every time I find a good man<br />He’s got a good little wife<br />I’m not jealous but I won’t lie<br />I don’t want to hear about your wonderful life<br />And babies everywhere I look<br />Trophy wives with their little black books<br />At this rate I’m gonna end up alone<br />It’s probably all my fault, all my fault<br /><br />Oh, another dead end…again<br /><br />Oh, I’m getting tired of believing <br />Even sicker of pretending<br /><br /><br />That it’s not so bad, just wait it out<br />Oh, I think you’re feeding me lies again<br />The only good man left wasn’t him<br />And that’s how I feel right now <br /><br />Bitter pill that I’ve swallowed<br />Just how low can my heart sink<br />Fairy tales from so long ago<br />Save them for someone that’s not smart enough to know<br /><br />‘Cause I, I’m getting tired of believing <br />I’m through pretending<br />Yeah I’m broken and sad so I’ll sit this one out<br />Oh I think you’re feeding me lies again<br />The only good man left wasn’t him<br />And that’s how I feel right now<br /><br />How I feel right now<br />How I feel right now<br />How I feel right now<br />Let me be<br />How I feel right now<br />How I feel right now<br />How I feel right now<br />Let me bePrincess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-63515448197869999572007-09-30T20:39:00.000-04:002007-10-21T17:19:10.605-04:00Letting Go!Letting Go of things or events that have happened to me in the past seems to be a problem. When I get my heartbroken by death or love it takes a long time for me get over it. Then things trigger the event like a song or a place then the tears start to flow...it's just a mess. For an example the weekend I went back to Traverse City where I stayed with my grandparents. My parents don't live there anymore. I went to the beach to look at the amazing moon. Who was getting into his car but Nick McAllister. well fuck. Do I go talk to him? or Do I keep sitting on the rock by the water and pretend I don't want to jump on him like a mad women. Well I chose wisely some say and I kept sitting there. As I was driving away Journey came on the radio, then the water works turned on. Now that I look back it was probably pretty funny to watch but at the time I was hurting extremely badly. People that don't know the story of my love-affair with Nick McAllister really don't know what I'm talking about but that's okay. Don't read this Blog because i'm not going to explain it again. Anyways this whole encounter made me really upset. I mean i haven't touched him, talked to him or even listened to the voice messages in over 2 months. Which considering my track record is great. When things get broken off in a weird or abrupt way such as this I can't let it go. I need closure. But this time I had to provide my own closure, which through talking to friends and Scott Harding I have accomplished. Accomplished as in when people bring up his name I don't get really upset and start crying. Do I still think about him...Yes but I think of him as a relationship/affair past. Someone that I cared about, had good wronchy fun with, and thought I was cared about in return. Notice I didn't use the word love...I think that word is too often thrown around and people don't really meant it. Also Nick makes for a good character in my next screen play..Yes Nick your dirty laundry will be airing on the big screen. Ha! Don't piss Lynzi off or she'll exploit you. just kidding:) Wow! I didn't really mean to say that, but since nobody reads this I think I'm safe.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-27324933666800915172007-09-22T21:49:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:53:11.319-05:00StealingWhat happens when someone steals from you? You get pissed and shake your fists to the heavens. But what happens if that person was your best friend. My best friend stole from me the first week i got to school this year. She was in my apartment and went into my bathroom while I was sleeping and stole a lot of my Mary Kay make- up. Which I know make-up is superficial but its the principle of it. You just don't steal from your friends. Also she stole $50 from my roommate. The way I found out was I went over to drop off some groceries i picked up for her at Meijers and there was my make-up sitting on her dresser. Also the money I used for Meijers was my roomates. I didn't get mad on the outside, I just took the make-up told her that it was mine and left. She tried to tell me that we have the same make-up which was total bull. Now it has been about a month and up until last week she hasn't called or even acknowledged my presence. I don't like being the person that holds these grudges, it makes me feel like total shit. It makes me heartbroken when i sit back and realized what I've lost. I lost one of the only people that understood me. Understood my thing for older guys and all of my quirks. Our phrase was "We don't judge here" Which we didn't...we spilled our guts to each other and gave our advice but didn't pass judgement. Now it has been 4 weeks since I 've called her or she has called me for that matter. She has not even said I'm sorry. We are in the same fraternity, Delta Omicron and she just acknowldged me for the first time the other day at open rush. I'm now thinking that I was too irrational in my thinking because I miss her like crazy. I miss the things we used to do, concerts we used to go to, and all those hours we spent on the phone. I hope things will get better with her, and we can get back to the way things used to be. OR is that the final straw, a friend stealing from you..should that be the reason to end a friendship. I don't know???Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316925778843216363.post-59373645103340498902007-09-22T10:23:00.000-04:002007-11-08T23:28:52.896-05:00Stalkers, Crazies, and CreepersWhat is with crazy guys? The guys that don't seem to let go of the relationship. The guys that are creepy, stalkerish, or they have some sort of mental issues. Those type of guys seem to flock to me and my friend. Some examples because these stories are always fun. The most recent one was my friend to protect her identity I am going to say Ashley and her "boyfriend" Joe. Joe was the most overproctecive boyfriend I have seen in a long long time. He called at least 10 times a day and asked what Ashley was doing and why. He would emotional abuse her and didn't respect her whats so ever. Whenever she would go out with us Joe would call "I don't undestand why you are going out with them, you should be talking with me" He was so selfish and didn't give her any space. Ashley didn't know how to stand up for herself. She would let joe walk all over her "Oh Joe is just like that...he said he's sorry for treating me like crap...he'll never do it again. Whatver that is load of crap. He would also manipulate her, and twist her words around to make him look like the victim . ALWAYS... So the other night after she spent 2 hours on the phone with Joe crying because Joe was yelling at her for hanging out with us. She kept saying I'm sorry Joe I'm so sorry. blah bah My roommates and I had an intervention with her. We sat her down after the converstion and said Ashley this can not go on any longer, he is not a stable person and her treats you like CRAP. She said I know...I don't know if can break up with him. I said you have too...he is not going to change no matter what you say or do. We decided to do an experiment ;since he calls 10 times a day we told Ashley to not answer the phone for the entire day. We told her the only call you should make is the one that would break the relationship. I am not joking you...he called over 200 times. What kind of crazy ass does that. Fuck. All his messages were him crying and then they started to get threatening. This was a big red flag to Ashley that said I need to end this tonight. I was so proud of her that night when she took charge over the phone. On the other end of the phone i've never heard anything more pathetic in my life. He was actually crying, i call it blubbering, to her and saying I'm sorry I'll change..I have changed ...I will make your life perfect if you give me one more chance. Ashley has given him more than enough chances. The converstion got to the point where it was funny. After two hours of him carrying on she ended, she told him to let her go and he was not to come up. Joe said no we have plans I'm coming up. NOOOOO! Well we new then that things were going to get ugly. About three hours later he shows up at the door. He started banging and we didn't answer. Then he goes around to all the windows and starts throwing things at them. Thank GOd we live on the second floor. We finally just said fuck it and we called the police. They came and escorted him off the property. Ashley fearing for her saftey got picked up by her cousin to go have a relaxing weekend. <br /><br />That is just one of the many crazy people I have encountered in the past 6 months. My stories include things such as creepers at parties that won't leave me alone, to a bipolar boyfriend that one day loved me the next day I was fat whore, to a certain married man that just broke me. What 40 year old puts all that emotional stress on a 20 year old. I am type of person that has the constent need to help and fix people. Once he started telling me his sob stories...I got attached emotional and later physically. WHERE DO I FIND THESE PEOPLE???? And where are the normal people. The people that treat with respect, compliment you, people that don't get up on you on the first date. Where are you? I know of one...the person that appears from the outside perfect but who the hell knows anymore... I can't trust anyone...but I percieve him to have all the right characteristics of a good, respectable yet totally fab male figure. He is happily married with a little girl so i have learned my lesson there...hands off. I have known him for about 2 years and form now on he is going to be my standard for men. Things that he does that guys that I've been with should take some fucking notes: Complimenting my outfitts and everyones for that matter, he notices little details: like if someone gets a hair cut, treating everyone with the respect the way they deserve, he is very intelligent: i can actually have a decent conversation with him imagine that, a great listener, and oh he knows how to dress. He is very comfortable in his skin which shows, but not in a pompas assholish way. Those are all the general things and then we have the fact that we have similar tastes in music which most of our conversations are based on. And we have similar political views so that makes life a little easier when you don't have to defend yourself all the time. Why don't people like him exsist in the single world. My god! I am just at my wits end with all of this shit. I am tired of people getting too clingy and stalking me, not treating me with respect and fucking breaking my heart.<br /><br />This song is by Sugarland...kind of sums up how I feel. <br />"Stay"<br /><br />I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall<br />And I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call<br />It's just another call from home<br />And you'll get it and be gone<br />And I'll be crying<br /><br />And I'll be begging you, baby<br />Beg you not to leave<br />But I'll be left here waiting<br />With my Heart on my sleeve<br />Oh, for the next time we'll be here<br />Seems like a million years<br />And I think I'm dying<br /><br />What do I have to do to make you see<br />She can't love you like me?<br /><br />Why don't you stay<br />I'm down on my knees<br />I'm so tired of being lonely<br />Don't I give you what you need<br />When she calls you to go<br />There is one thing you should know<br />We don't have to live this way<br />Baby, why don't you stay<br /><br />You keep telling me, baby<br />There will come a time<br />When you will leave her arms<br />And forever be in mine<br />But I don't think that's the truth<br />And I don't like being used and I'm tired of waiting<br />It's too much pain to have to bear<br />To love a man you have to share<br /><br />Why don't you stay<br />I'm down on my knees<br />I'm so tired of being lonely<br />Don't I give you what you need<br />When she calls you to go<br />There is one thing you should know<br />We don't have to live this way<br />Baby, why don't you stay<br /><br />I can't take it any longer<br />But my will is getting stronger<br />And I think I know just what I have to do<br />I can't waste another minute<br />After all that I've put in it<br />I've given you my best<br />Why does she get the best of you<br />So next time you find you wanna leave her bed for mine<br /><br />Why don't you stay<br />I'm up off my knees<br />I'm so tired of being lonely<br />You can't give me what I need<br />When she begs you not to go<br />There is one thing you should know<br />I don't have to live this way<br />Baby, why don't you stay, yeah<br /><br />and thats my sob story for the day I'll stop now! oh and I didn't beg...I felt like it but retrained myself.Princess of quite a lot!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543102055541417660noreply@blogger.com0