2 years later...

... and what have I done?! acquired more lines of credit, amassed more STUFF, and been to more happy hours.

in fact, so many happy hours that I forgot that I had started a blog (?)

good, at least I have something to show for myself.

the first half of this year (and hopefully the last, too) will have many life learning experiences and I really am going to record them this time.... but first, work to do...

The Dodo's:
Cute boys, awesome skills, 1 mustache.

The Interface explains their love: "The group's thunderous drums, frantic strums and soaring vocals have given the alt-folk movement the shot in the arm it so desperately needed. With the new addition of vibraphone player Keaton Snyder, the Dodos continue to evolve and keep us listening."
Listen here:

why oh why couldn't i go to see you play at the music hall last night? the main reason was that tickets cost $17 and I had $16.47 in my bank account. as part of my new "no-creditcard" mentality, i was forced to simply go home, eat some saltines, and cry.

just kiddinggggg.... although i couldn't make it to the show, i did enjoy some alone time in my apartment. i live with 3 other girls and we get little to no time to sit in silence. i love these girls but after a long day of work sometimes i really like not saying anything.

Realization.

As I sat on my hands and knees on the floor of the Bedford Ave. L train station and watched the train I had just missed roll away, I couldn't help but think to myself LOW POINT. You see, this began one of the worst Mondays in a long time. I knew deep down when I got dressed that morning and realized that not only were my tights the perfect color contrast to my dress but my shoes looked fantastic, that things were only going to get more difficult. What caused me to find myself on the floor of the subway platform on hands and knees was the fact that those perfect pumps were not made for jogging down stairs so as not to miss the train. My matching tights were torn and my knee bleeding. My finger was also scraped but that didn't bother me.

So, I thought, I'd stop into Duane Reade and buy some new tights... right?! Wrong... you see, this particularly nasty Monday happened to follow a weekend in which I ever so productively lost my wallet and maxed out my credit cards at the same time. The tearful conversation with my mother after I realized this caused me to reevaluate. Which of the millions of decisions that I have made since moving to NYC put me in the situation I had just found myself? All of them, I suppose, but some probably more than others.

So I am starting anew. Only able to spend less than or equal to my meager paycheck, I am determined to become a balanced and productive member of society... while at the same time attending as many live shows and happy hours as humanly possible. Join me as I celebrate a new job, living in a new apartment, and a new mentality that we must make the most of this life - no matter what the circumstances - because it's the only one we've got :)