Tag: memories
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Comic Con 2013
On Friday, I cased the joint and made myself familiar with all the booths and artists present. On Saturday, I was dressed somewhat in costume – wearing my replica of the 4th Doctor’s scarf from Doctor Who and regular street clothes. This resulted in getting hit on A LOT. I was surprised how many people…
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Blogtember #20: Back in Black
I have no idea when I received this bottle of black nail polish, but I know it was before I moved to NYC, so that makes it very old. I noticed it has started to take a turn for the worse, and decided it needed a proper send-off. Black is the color of sadness. The…
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Blogtember #12: The September Issue
Today’s Blogtember prompt calls for “only photos.” I wanted to get a little meta with it: take photos of photos. See, my friend Matt and I always get together in the beginning of the fall to share Pumpkin Spice Frapps and ogle the September issues of the big fashion magazines. And then he moved away. …
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Blogtember #11: Love Actually IS Possible
Halloween 2004 The night before was a huge party in the apartment I shared with two friends who I met at community college. Decorations still everywhere – orange and black and fake spiderwebs camouflaging the real spiderwebs. When does a busy college student have time to dust cobwebs? The next day was my American history…
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Blogtember #8: Be True to You, Whoever You Are
When I started blogging, it was in the hopes of making more friends like myself. Through blogging, Twitter, and online publications, I became fascinated with all these awesome women and their lives – such as Nat the Fat Rat, Rachele the Nearsighted Owl, and Emily McCombs of xoJane. Each of these women, and so many…
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Blogtember #6: I Don’t Care
From the moment she saw me like this, her face crumpled into a grimace of disgust. Whispering tersely into her companion’s ear while glaring at me, they inched through the crowded train to be further away from me. She had seen the bandage covering the second half of my fresh tattoo, and she wanted nothing…
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5 years
On September 8th, 2008, my mother and I loaded up my van and took turns driving down to Forest Hills, Queens, for what has turned into the adventure of a lifetime. To say that this anniversary is a big deal to me would be a gross understatement. Living here is the realization of a dream.…
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Blogtember #4: Nothing to Fear
When I sat down to, as today’s Blogtember prompts, write a story about a time I was afraid, I could think of none in recent history. Going back further, however, I remembered there was a time when I was always afraid. I was afraid of losing the people I loved, of getting hurt, or embarrassing…
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Blogtember #3: Like My Father Always Says…
There is, at my parents’ house, a trivet sitting on the stove, belonging to my father and bearing this Elbert Hubbard quote: Source: mywordstuffs.blogspot.com As a kid, I thought it was funny. Redundant. “Well, of course you don’t make it out alive… That’s the point!” As an adult, the saying has become a frightening warning.…
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Blogtember #1: The Twilight Zone
In five days, it will be five years since I became a New Yorker. New York City is a city of immigrants, from other parts of the world and all over the world and sometimes – maybe – out of this world. When people ask where I’m from, I earnestly and honestly answer, “The Twilight…
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29
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Today I turn 29! A funny thought this morning: is it what I thought it would look like? No, probably not. But it’s interesting and I can’t wait for what’s next all the while I’m loving the present. Happy Birthday to me!(Wait til ya see my cake!)
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Charlie
Are you guys ready to be shocked by something horrible? I found this old photo when I went back home to visit last month: Holy crap, who is that? Yup, it’s me. Me and Charlie, partying like it’s 1999. I think that photograph actually was taken in 1999! Old Charlie is the family dog, and…
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Sharing is Caring…NOT
I consider myself a very sharing person. Therefore, I am a very CARING person. But you have to draw the line somewhere: Are you an over-sharer? Or do you refuse to share? Is it weird that I don’t like sharing any of these things? “Share” in the comments!
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Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid
One month ago, while trudging through what The Weather Channel described as a “severe” rainstorm to deliver a ghost tour, just hours after having the outline of my chest tattoo done, I realized that I am kind of a badass. Look at me, a year ago. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to live…
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Close Encounters of the Chance Kind
Me and my Big Brother in a Chance Encounter, seven years ago! They say, when you go looking for a connection, you will never find it. Specifically when you go looking for love, it will elude you. You have to let it come to you. Readers, I have tried to make friends through blogging so…
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Always Find A Reason
Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s a quote floating around out there somewhere that goes a little something like: “Unhappy people will always find a reason to be unhappy.Happy people will always find a way to be happy.” If not, well, you heard it here first. I’ll happily be the one who said it,…
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Non, Je Ne Regrette Much…
“No Regrets” is kind of a funny motto. If hindsight is 20/20, how do you know you’re not doing things you’re going to regret all the time? I try to live with as few regrets as possible, and yet there are always things nagging at my brain that I wish I has done differently. But…
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Ma Vie En Rose
Last week’s cold, rainy Friday, I went off to finally get my rose tattoo done. After years of turning it over in my head, fantasizing, and saving up money, months of appointments and consultations, and days of preparation for the pain, I finally went through with it and felt…amazing. During the appointment, the pain was…
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Don’t Get It Twisted
This one time, I nearly had a heart attack. I was at work, doing my thing, when I suddenly became aware of an acute, piercing pain directly over my heart on my breastbone. It hurt so much I couldn’t breathe. I started to launch into self-calming mode: I started to talk softer, took deep breaths,…
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Dazzling Firecracker
Whenever I feel self-doubt, sadness, or worthlessness, I remember my one-and-only theatre review from a performance of The Master Builder from two years ago. the famous final lines of The Master Builder, which I’d always dreamed of uttering Playing Hilda Wangel had been a dream of mine for a decade. Getting the part, speaking the…