Lost In Cyber Space.

Where would my life be without the little thing
I like to call The World Wide Web.
You know what I'm talking about...the internet.

The best thing since... well...
since, EVER.

I am pretty much infatuated.
Going just a few short hours without it,
I tend to get anxious...cranky...
and I put my infamous brat face on.

That's right. Don't mess.
Amanda hasn't had her daily does of Googling...Perez...E. Jean...
and everything else that
keeps me somewhat sane.

*Date back to last year*
The ladies and I are getting ready for a fun night out to the bar.
Hair...check. Make-up...check.
Sexy, slutty outfit...check.
Internet...........DOWN!

Ahh. I am squeezing my foot into my black stiletto,
while chatting to my love bug across the hall,
via Instant Message, when out of no
where I lose the connection.

The internet connection was lost throughout
our entire building. My stomach was doing funky flip flops...
and noooo, it wasn't because
I just saw a yummy man and was in love.

Ehhh. I couldn't concentrate.
I had lost all motives to go out and have fun.
The idea of not being able to put up
my away message was devastating.
I was at a loss of words.

After 20 minutes of my peeps
talking me out of my slump...
I managed to shove my other shoe on,
dab on some perfume...and pretend
to behave like my computer
was still connected just as she
should be.

*Present Day*
It's pretty strange the
way I let some network
connection control me.

But truth is...I just can't help it.

When someone talks about
never going online...or not knowing
how to use the web...my hearts aches
for them. I feel bad for their life.
No joke, dudes.

So in the land of the WWW
I'M SIGNING OFF NOW...

TTYL.
:o)

Being A Grown-Up Isn't Half As Fun As Growing Up. . .

After an eventful evening of laziness
and watching back to back showings of
Uptown Girls...I couldn't help but
get some warm and fuzzies.
Naturally.

Despite how everyone else in
the world feels about this movie...
I love. Yeah. That's right. I love it.

The second time around though
got me thinking.

Molly struggles with
the idea of growing up.
Getting older. Moving on into
the land of adulthood.

But c'monnnn folks.
Who sat down and made up the rules?
The rules that said when we have to trade
in our Barbie and Ken dolls for suits and
briefcases?

I think make believe and wishes are
much more appealing than reality.

I've decided to pull a Molly Young.

So until I am ready...
I think I'll pull the covers over
my head-and sleep this one out.

Diary Of A Nanny.

Babysitting. Best job yet!

No lies. You can't go wrong...

I love babysitting. Okay. Maybe not
love...but I do enjoy it a lot.
(And it's pretty awesome for a college student.)
Maybe because I love
my buckaroo, Simon. Coolest 4-year old evaaaa!
I have been with him since he was six months...
and I am overly attached.

The benefits are fabulous.

Great money...in cash...no taxes.
Free food.
Children go to sleepy sleep early.
Fabulous hours.
Get homework finished WHILE getting paid.

Sweet deal.
I dig it.

Maybe I'll drop out of college
and become a professional nanny.

Isn't Julia Roberts looking for someone
to watch her little potato spuds....

Saving A Dime.

Saving money is the pits
I seriously h.a.t.e. it.
Maybe because I'm not very good
with the concept. In fact...
I am v. v. v. baddddd with it.
Ughh.

I just can't do it. No matter
how hard I try.

I have very little money...
but a very big appetite for
very expensive things.
(Problem.)

It seems that no matter
what I do...my bank account somehow
manages to be in the negative numbers.
How? I really don't know...

Maybe it's the lack in work
that I do, or don't do.
Being jobless makes it hard to
save AND earn.
Obviously.

It isn't even that I don't like
working...I just don't like doing something
I don't want to do.
Can ya blame me?

Tried retail...ick.
Tried waitressing...for a few days...BIG ick.

So. I am unemployed.
With a few minor gigs on the side.
But let's be serious. That isn't
helping me any when it comes to
saving up for my New York City apartment.

I feel like I have tried
everything to cut costs and feed my piggy bank.
But he looks more anorexic than fat and filled.
If he were a face in Hollywood, they'd be
sending his ass to rehab as quickly as
Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush got a
divorce.

Maybe I'll write to Oprah.
She is all about helping everyone.
Open marriages. Gays. Transgenders.
Rape Victims. Homeless.

Why not a 23-year-old with a lack in
money management?

Mommy Dearest.

My mom is one of the biggest frustrations in my life.
Don't get me wrong...I love her to death...but I'd be lying
if I said that she didn't make loving her so hard.

I went through a phase where I didn't even really
like the woman. We are so much alike...yet so
different at the same time. She is impossible
to figure out. As hard as I try to be her friend...
she makes me sometimes not even want to be.
Is that terrible?

This little spat is coming from a scenario that JUST happened.

My sister and I were in the living room watching 90210.
I had DVR'ed a few episodes off the Soap channel.
I normally don't get much time to watch them...so this afternoon
I decided to do some highlighting in my Sociology book/study,
while indulging in some of the Peach Pit Crew.

Next thing I know...my mom pulls in from work.
I knew it before she even got in the house that
she was going to have some problem with us watching
TV and taking up "her space." Ughh.
But I gave her the benefit of the doubt...and was hoping for the
best. Mmmm. Nooo. Of course. She is not even five steps inside
before she says, "Oh man...what are you girls doing?"
And of course it is said in that Cindy voice that makes my skin crawl.
WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO CARE THAT WE'RE IN THERE!

I try to ignore her...but she keeps up the nagging.
Push. Push. Nag. Nag.
I don't understand why she let's such small things bother her.
Like us being in the living room is holding her back from
something? It's weird.

So this escalates into me turning off the TV and
throwing a hissy fit. Because I JUST CAN'T HANDLE IT!
All she needed to do was come in and say...
"HEY GIRLS! HOW WAS YOUR DAY?"

But apparently that was just too difficult for her
to mumble out.
So now I'm annoyed.
Livid.

And ready to throw some elbows.
Ha.

If only I was more leveled-headed and not so
stubborn and/or a major brat...I could have acted
more mature...instead of flipping my lid.

But hey! In the words of Carrie Bradshaw...
COULDA, WOULDA, SHOULDA.

Someoneeee.

We are all searching for someone. That special person who will provide us what's missing in our lives. Someone who can offer companionship or assistance or security. And sometimes if we search very hard, we can find someone who provides us with all three. Yes, we are all searching for someone. And if we can't find them, we can only pray they find us.

Just How Girly Are Youuu?

*The Truth About Girls*

- midol is like crack. end of story.

- we will never be too old for sleepovers.

- gossip isnt a sin. its an art.

- we arent ashamed to cry. - we must go to the bathroom in groups.

- we have this thing called feelings. dont hurt them.

- we dont wake up looking pretty. it takes time and effort.

- sometimes is just never quite enough.

- we need girls nights OFTEN.

- we hold grudges and we never forget the things you say to us that hurt.

- it doesnt matter who dumped who or why. whenever we see an ex with another girl, it always bothers us. not because were not over you, but because we know we used to be that girl.

- makeup can hide so many things, like puffy eyes from crying to huge scars from a broken heart.

- never ever ask a girl what she weighs; or imply anything about her weight being too much or too little. just don`t do it.

- never ask a girl if shes being so bitchy cause of PMS...cause other things annoy us...

- as much as we say we didnt like u that much...we did.

- girls notice every little thing so be careful what you say and do.

- our eyes are located in our heads. not our chest or butt. when youre not looking in our eyes, WE KN0W.

- we get a feeling in our gut when things are wrong.

- sometimes we trust you because we want to even when we know you are lying, and it hurts.

*stolen from collegehumor.com*

Oh Life...

Life is such a crazy little thing. It works in mysterious ways. I always get creeped out thinking about it in general. I’m a firm believer that you’re supposed to meet everyone you come in contact with. Such as, there is a reason that these people were brought into your life, for one reason or another. There is a reason that my best friend is the same best friend that I have had since first grade, and that I transferred to Cabrini and met the people I did. It is weird to me to think about my life and how I survived it without some of the people I now know. Life. It does what it wants, and I feel like I am totally not in control of what is going to happen.

Every day holds something new. There is always something to be discovered and someone to meet. The possibilities are endless and no one ever knows what is waiting for them tomorrow. It is strange to think that tomorrow you could meet the one you’ll marry, or break up with the one you thought you would be with forever. Right now someone is dying and a new life is being brought into this world. The cycle never stops. This is what makes life such a mystery and so entertaining. It fascinates me. Such as, in a car accident with four people, why do they all live but one? Or all die but one live? I feel like there is a reason for all of this. I will never quite know the reasons, but I play the game in my head with everything.

Life. It’s magical. No one can ever quite keep up and it always speeds up when you need it to slow down the most. It’s unpredictable and that is what makes it so wonderful. It’s always in your face, and there is no escaping it. It’s life. It comes whether you’re ready or not.

A Real-Life Super Hero.

He doesn’t fly around in a cape, or pull anyone from burning buildings. He can’t climb up any wall and he doesn’t have x-ray vision. He is a rather simple man by all means. He does simple things and expects no glory at the end of the day. He does the grocery shopping and cleans the house (sometimes). He gets a kick out of driving his children and their friends around and has attended every event of their childhood stardom. He goes to work and he pays the bills. He would rather sleep than mow the grass. He doesn’t miss a Flyers game and stays true to his Bronco’s even when they are having the worst season of their life. I’m proud to call this man my dad. He is one of my favorite people in the world. For a million and one reasons, I admire him. I know that my dad is always going to be there no matter what happens and I know that no matter what I’m going through, I can always count on him...