Wishes Are The New Wants.

My friend and I were
recently talking about
our wants. Our wants in
life and our wants right now.

But the more and more
I think about it, the more
I think about how wants are
so greedy, so negative.
Don't get me wrong, we all
have wants. There is no
denying that. But I mostly
feel like a brat for going around
saying, "I want this, I want that"
considering all that I really
do have...and how very little
others have. I sometimes take
for granted how lucky I am just
to have a roof over my head.

My mom has a ton of wants.
I have to hear about them all
the time. I get really frustrated
and mad at her for this. And I
feel like I am constantly reminding
her of everything she should be
thankful for...and how she should
feel lucky. But thanks to her, she
also makes me realize how pathetic
wanting sounds. And how selfish it
really is. But of course...we can't
always help it. And lately...I feel
like my wants have been skyrocketing.

So I've decided to turn my
want list into a more positive
sounding list. Instead of wants...
why not wishes? Because who
doesn't love wishes? The word
wish just sounds so much
more uplifting and happier and
yes...positive.

And while I know that I am
just simply replacing the word
want with wish...but I don't
care. If it makes me feel better...
and makes me feel less pathetic,
than so be it.

Wishes. . .

-I wish I was living in New York.
-I wish someone would offer me a job.
-I wish I knew what my ex-boyfriend was up to.
-I wish I didn't care what my ex-boyfriend was up to.
-I wish I had a boyfriend.
-I wish to never get poison ivy again.
-I wish my friends all lived close together.
-I wish my sister would stop taking my things...and not lie about it.
-I wish my phone wouldn't lose service.
-I wish the Phillies would win today.
-I wish pants weren't always so long on me.
-I wish rent in New York wasn't so expensive.
-I wish had a new car.
-I wish I could go back to Ecuador.
-I wish I didn't fight with my mom so much.
-I wish I had more money sitting in my bank account.
-I wish I knew Joshua Jackson personally.
-I wish I really knew what went on the night Heath Ledger died.
-I wish that Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise are in a really healthy marriage, because the magazines seem to think they aren't.
-I wish people didn't have to suffer.
-I wish I would have passed Physics.
-I wish I had a good singing voice.
-I wish I didn't "wish" so much.

Okay. That looks like a good list
for now. So I think I'll stop
there.

Do Tell.

So the Olympics are over.
Yes. I know. And to be honest,
I'm quite glad. I was getting
rather sick of them. Considering
they were taking over EVERYTHING.
Seriouslyyy. Everywhere I
turned there was something
about the Olympics.
E! kept talking about Mr.
Phelps...People had the little
gold medalists on the cover...
US did an entire spread...
and the darn events made front
page of our local paper every single
solitary day! ARG!
(They even took over in
bloggy world...)

BUT. My mom just came back
from her usual teacher meeting
before school starts type of thing.
She was telling me that as a little
"welcome back faculty" deal, the
principal wanted to have an ice
breaker for all of them. So they
went around the auditorium and
all had to say what they would
excel in as an Olympic event.

If could be anything. For instance...
my mom said power walking and talking.
Some other people's answers:
laying out on the beach, knitting,
cooking, yoga...and so on.

So I'm curious...if you had to
chose an event, any event
that you'd perform in the Olympics
for...what would it be?

Me? Oh. I'd be a rawkstar
in a few different events.
Perhaps public speaking, organizing,
shopping, tanning. . .

But. If I had to choose just one
thing...I'd so win the gold for
stalking. Stalking of ex-boyfriends,
wannabe boyfriends, celebrities,
new sucky girlfriends of ex-boyfriends...
yeah...there'd be very few
who could compete with my
mad skills, yo.
(Except for maybe Kara.)
And eh...this is probably not
even an activity that I should
be proud of...but oh well. I'd wear
my medal with a smile.

Your turn. . .
Go. . .

Wahoooo.

It's 12:27am...and I'm still
awake. Well. Normally
I'm awake at this time...so
it's really not a strange thing.
But I wouldn't normally feel
compelled to open up blogger
and write a little somethin'
somethin'. But looky...here
I am. So what brings me to
you at such a peculiar time, eh?

Well! Because the Phillies
just kicked some butt,
thats why! Duh.
And when I say kicked some
butt...I really mean they
just beat the Mets. Yes.
They just beat the Mets
and took first place.
HOLLLA, boys!

They needed this win, clearly.
And well...it wasn't looking
pretty in the early start
of it. Down 7-0 in the bottom
of the 4th is never a good
sight. BUT...they aren't
called the Fightin' Phils'
for nothing. And soooo.
In the bottom of the 13th...
game tied at 7-7...Chris Coste
hits the winning run! Yesss.
I love when exciting things
like that happen. I really wish my
butt was at the game tonight.
What a rush.

So now...tomorrow night...
same place...same team...and
hopefully another same winning
event!

Oh how I love baseball...going out to a game...the Phillies
and the yummy players that play the game!

A Tale Of Pictures.

I went walking on the Power Trails yesterday
with my dear friend, Erika.
(The one that saw Tom and Katie.)

It was 5 miles. But with good company
and a million things to talk about...it hardly felt
like we walked one mile.

All the power lines.

Erika and I have the same sneakers.
It would figure.

Four snazzy feeties.

We saw a bunny!

I'll be back later in the day. But I felt
like writing something at this
very moment.
And when I say writing, I
really mean putting pictures
up. Oh wellllll.

A Sighting!

I am downright obsessed with
celebs. Some may find this
weird...pathetic...lame.
Whatever. Call it what you
will, but their lives excite me.
And it's just fun. Psh..

I'm lucky enough to have
a few friends that are equally
as ridiculous as I am when it
comes to Tinseltown.
(One even more ridiculous
than me...but I LO.V.E. him for that.)

Anyways. While out last night
with some of my FAVORITE
people from high school...and
Kara's added boyfriend from
Long Island, I get a phone call
from another one of my favorite
people from high school. Well...
she was actually my favorite
person from elementary school
as well...and just continued with
the title throughout the years.

So, since I'm out...I don't answer.
Because well, I was at an outside
bar and it was all sorts of loud.
But then I quickly remembered
that she was in Manhattan with
the boyf seeing South Pacific.
So I was thinking maybe she was
calling to tell me how it was.
So I dig back in my purse to retrieve
my phone, only to see that I have
a text message from her.

Well. My dear friend was calling
to inform me that her and the
boyfriend were just ten seats away
from Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes
during the show.
GASP!





























(Here are the sweet parents of adorable Suri from that night.)

Now Miss Erika is not one
of those crazed celebrity lovers
I mentioned above. But she
knows the basics, and I mean...
I'm always talking about them
to her. And she does know that
Tom and Katie are one of
my most LOVED Hollywood
couples. (I have a few on the list.)
So this news was quite exciting for
me to hear. I call her...we chat
briefly...she tells me that they
were surrounded by security,
wearing all black and that the
show was great.

I was quite jealous of my fabulous
friend...but really excited for her
because it was her first encounter
with a celeb.

I actually intended for this to
be a real quick, "my friend saw
Tom and Katie" kind of post...
but I got totally carried away.
Hmpf!

It's Saturday.

Just some randomness on
this gorgeous Saturday
afternoon. . .

Britni over at PlayMore,LaughMore,LiveMore
granted me with this fun award.
(Thanks, girl!)










I am quite excited. I know it's
just a silly blogging award, but
it's my first blogging award.
So YAY! I know I have to pass
it along...but I'm saving another
day to do that. Because well,
I just am. Psh.

Kara is home in Horsham for
the weekend with her boyf.
I'm happy about that. I haven't
seen him in forever and I just
always love seeing her Jessica
Alba looking face.
(Kara should have her own label on my blog)

Last night I felt awful. I never get
cramps. I never get sick from
that monthly visitation thing.
EVER! So much to my dismay,
I was stuck in bed feeling terrible.
I was one unhappy camper.
But I did read an entire book. . .

That brings me to Girls Poker Night.
Um. Did I like it? Did I hate it?
I'm still deciding. I had heard
many good things about this
book. But I feel like I was lied
to. Mmm. Don't get me wrong.
It wasn't the most horrible
book I've ever read, it just wasn't
what I was expecting, either.
I very much so loved the ending,
however. So I was glad about that.

I love my home friends.
I do. But I truly miss
my college friends. I hate that
we haven't seen each other since
May. (Well...I've seen a few...)
It's sad that we're not all
still together.

My job search continues.
And it just isn't continuing well.
UGH.

I'm so ready to move out.
To have my own place.
But the job to support my
own place needs to come
first. Right?

It's almost my birthday.
Yes. I'm almost 24. And
I feel really good about it.
I LURVE birthdays. Especially
MY birthday.

And I guess that's all for
now. I could keep up with
the rambles...but it's already
4o'clock...so I feel as though I
should make something of myself.
Yeahh. I guess I'll go do that.
I hope everyone is having
just the most fantastic weekend
thus far. (I hate when people use
the word 'thus' but I just felt like
doing it.)

Shop With The Best Of Em'.

I just finished my Shopaholic book.
Shopaholic takes Manhattan, to
be exact. And boy did I love it.
In fact...I loved it more then
the first one. (I think.)
No. I did. Probably because
of my mini obsession with all
things New York. Mmhmm.

But I just adore Becky Bloomwood.
I relate all too much with her
problems in being addicted
to shopping, and overspending
on her credit cards. Hey. It
happens to the best of us, right?

I wish that my problems however
were oh so easily answered.
And having a cute and rich
successful man to come home to
as well wouldn't really hurt.
At all. But I won't complain.

So yes. The book was just
fabulous. Cute, quirky, witty,
and adorable Becky strikes
again! She's quite a smash.
(And even better. I love that
I can picture the wonderful
Isla Fisher playing her role.)
It's so exciting. Because I
think she'll just be dazzling
as the part.

So anyone who hasn't read this
book yet...I suggest you pick up
a copy of the first one and dive in.
It's for the shopper in us all!

Plus...you'll totally want to read it
before the movie comes out in
February.

I Need A Hobby or Something. . .

So. You know how I said
I had big important things
to write about? Well. I guess
I lied. Or as I like to call it...
fibbed. Yeah. I just fibbed a
tad bit. Because okay...I can't
really think of anything to
write about. As in...I don't
really have anything super
entertaining going on.
Oh the life of an unemployed
gal. Pshh. Anyone know of
any openings in the New York
area...in the PR, communications,
writing, editorial, fashion, marketing
industry...do inform me.
Pretty, pretty please!
(I actually do have an interview
lined up for Monday...we'll see how
that goes.) Pish posh. I don't
even know if it's a job I
really want. Correction...
I don't think it is. Uh oh.

Mmm. I guess I could mention
slash talk about the long
awaited episode of The Hills
last night. But I feel like I've
talked about that a lot today.
I liked it. I'll say that, though.
I think Lo was being a bugger...
but she came back at the
end. MTV and all their
commercials really urk me.
I look forward to next Monday.
Can't wait to see what is in store
for The Hills Gang. OH. And...
Spencer...seriously. He is so
gross. Not only is he totally ugly...
but his personality just really
makes him hideous.

Am I the only person that
likes Jessica Simpson's song,
Come On Over? Because well,
I really enjoy it. And I feel like
people are bashing it every where.
Now don't get me wrong. I think
Jess has gone down hill quite a lot
since her split with Nick, but I am
digging this country vibe of hers.
Like whoa. So I can't help but be
a little excited about her country
CD. Something about cowboy
boots makes me smile. Hmpf.
Anyways. It's my new current
song crush. Because ahem, who
hasn't ever said these words or
felt this feeling about someone?
Psh.

Soooo. For anyone who hasn't
yet seen her video...here it is.
(Only downfall...you never get
to see the dude's face. That bothers
me a little...or a lot.)

I have stuff to write about. Really.
I do. Big important stuff. Well.
Okay. Maybe not big important...
I definitely have stuff to write
about. However. Because of my
huge excitement slash anticipation,
I have chosen to discuss Lauren,
Audrina, Lo, Whitney, and (ack)
Heidi.

The girls are back, baby! And I
feel like it'll be good times, tons
of drama, lots of drinks, many
tears, new guys, and friendships
breaking. (But I'm really hoping
this doesn't happen...seeing as
Lauren and Audrina are on the
rocks. PSH!)

I am a big 23 (24 in just a few
weeks) n.e.r.d. And I don't
even care. I love it so much.
I have a slight obsession with
Miss Conrad. I mean, naturally.
How could you not? Granted...
I've heard many of people
say otherwise. But I just
ignore such comments.

So I hope that everyone else
who is just as happy as I am
for the big premiere tonight enjoys
it immensely. And even if
by chance it happens to
be totally overrated...enjoy
it anyways.

Cheers to 10pm!

Hello Gorgeous!

My Top Ten things I am very
much crushin' on right now.
All related to making one pretty. . .

My lips thank me every

day for applying the dear
Rosebud to them.

My lashes swoon for DiorShow
Blackout. I think they will
reject every other mascara
that comes their way from now on.

Ever since my poison ivy
incident, I don't go anywhere
without this little sucker.

This stuff is great. However.
I have it in Hush Hush. With
SPF 12...a sweet little tint...I'm
always set.

This grand product is ever so
helpful after a night of one too
many drinks. Seriously helps
rejuvenate my peepers.

This divine and ginormous bottle
of Queen Helene always has
me smelling like a Hawaiian Princess.
(AND...it's only $2.99 at Target.)

Panama Jack is SO the man.
This is the best after sun moisturizer.
Keeps tan fresh, keeps sunburn cool
and under control. (Mine has a pink
cap...and it's a softer smell than the
gold cap...but both totally do the
trick!)
I get so many compliments when I
squirt this luscious smell
upon my bod.

Viva La Juicy!
I don't actually own this...YET.
But today in Bloomingdales, one of
the fragrance ladies sprayed some
on me...and by golly...I smell friggin'
glorious right now. Therefore. I
will own it...eventually. If only
this wasn't $86...and I wasn't
trying to save money.

Dark purple nail polish. I just
can't seem to get enough of
it. I'm currently wearing some.
And currently loving it.


What are some of your MUST have,
can't live without beauty treats?

Twelve On Thursdays.

Twelve Foods I Really Love.

-1. Pickles.
-2. Pizza.
-3. Shrimp.
-4. Rigatoni Noodles.
-5. Doriots.
-6. Salads. (Southwestern, Caeser and Greek are my fave!)
-7. Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers from Wendys.
-8. Hard boiled eggs.
-9. Breakfast sandwiches.
-10. Bacon.
-11. Cheese danish.
-12. French fries.

(So hard choosing only 12...)

Why Him and Her Can't Just Be Friends.

I've said it once and I'll say
it again...guys and gals can not,
by any means, be just friends.
It's impossible. For no other
reason than the sheer factor that
sex always gets in the way.

I don't care what people say,
it's true. At one point or another
there are feelings between the
two people. Maybe not on
both sides, maybe not forever,
but it's inevitable...at least one
of them develops some sort of
want for their so-called "friend."

Go ahead. Say what you will.
Disagree. But you're wrong.
Seriously. You are. Unless...and these
are the only justifications...and
even within these justifications
it sometimes doesn't matter.

One of them is gay.
Or they're both gay. Clearly
they won't be attracted to the
other. HOWEVER...
a very dear friend of mine was
IN LOVE with her gay best friend.
She seriously thought she could
and would convert his very gay
ways and turn him into a vagina
loving fool. (But she couldn't. . .)
But that didn't stop her desire
of lusting after him. (They even
made out on more then one
occasion...completely sober, too.)

It's your friend's boyfriend or
your friend's girlfriend. I am
friends with my friends boyfriends
and girlfriends. And I've never, and
can guarantee they've never, developed
even a smidge of a crush. Because
well. No. It just wouldn't happen.
And it shouldn't happen.
But again. I stand corrected...
A very Handsome friend of mine
was dating this girl. We'll call her
Pickles. (I really, really, really didn't
like Pickles...but that's so not
the point.) Handsome friends
roommate, we'll call him BF, because
thats exactly what they were, BEST FRIENDS,
was and had been pining over Handsome
friends girl for years. So while
Handsome friend thought that BF and
Pickles were just good buds due to the
fact of their relationship, there was
so much more behind it.
(FYI...BF and Pickles are totally engaged
now, and Handsome friend doesn't speak
to either.)
PS...Love Actually is also
a prime example.

Moving on. . .

So there you have it. Two
ways that perhaps a guy and
girl can be just friends. But like
I pointed out...it's not always true.

Guys are sexual human beings.
But then again, lets be honest ladies,
so are we. I've heard some
of the most raunchy comments
made by women. Animals we are, I
tell ya'! Which is why, when
being just friends with our unattached
male bud it's hard to resist the urge to
jump his bones. Don't lie.
Same goes for guys, though.
Duh. I know it's true.

Now look. Before you attack
me by saying that you've had
guy friends or girl friends that
you've never liked in a romantic
way...let me say this. I believe
you. Trust me. I do. Because I too have
had guy friends that I've never wanted
to make out with or hop on top
of.

WHAT I AM SAYING IS THIS...
if you're not feeling it...chances are,
the other side of the equation is.
He or she is wallowing in tons
of weird emotions for you.
It might not last very long...
but it sure as heck is there...or was
at one point there.

Because. I'm telling you...
guys and girls can't be just friends.
It's impossible.

And I rarely think something
is impossible. . .

Because I told you I'd give you a
shout-out...and you inspired
this post...hello, Miss K.

YAY!

Thanks to the sweet darling over
at The Prep-E-Girl...some of us
had the pleasure of participating
in a swap. Not just any
swap though. No. A Christmas in July one
to be exact. And boy was it a hoot.
I was so excited to receive my package...
and if I didn't already think I had
the coolest partner, then she sure
proved herself worthy after opening up
my delicious box!

After tearing the flaps opened...I was
pumped to see the pretty
red and green tissue paper.
How festively appropriate!

I first opened the adorable "thank you"
card!

First we have M...
for Monogrammed. I can't wait
to use my wonderful stationary!
E...for everyone needs to relax and
revive. Essentials just for me.

R...something red and green.
How great are these towels?
L.O.V.E.

R...WAS for something to re-gift...
but altered to something original for
an original girl.
I love my Glee Gum. I'm such a gum
whore...so this was perfect!

Y...something you want for yourself.
I am wearing my tasty Pink Fruit Loop
lip gloss right now. LOVE it. And the
pink mirror!

All my fabulous gifts...M.E.R.R.Y.

Thanks so much, girl!
I LURVE it all!

I Introduce You. . .

Bloggers: Meet Simon.
He is the cool little five
year old that I babysit for.
And occasionally gloat
about. I'm extremely
obsessed with him. Because,
um, he's just THAT fabulous.
Basically. He has a mind
of his own. He's so very
smart, talented, and adorable.
He recently just for his
haircut. Thursday to be
exact. And this is what he
not looks like. So grown up.
So handsome. Just in
time for the beginning of
Kindergarten. Wait until
all those Kindergarten ladies
get their hands on him.
He's a heartbreaker, I tell
ya! Actually. No. He's a
sweet, sweet cherub face.
Until he loses...because then...
he's just not a happy camper.
Typical five year hold behavior
though.

I just got a text message from his
mom saying that he was crying
because I wasn't coming over
to play with him tonight. So. I
wanted to give him a holler. Because
he'll totally get a kick out of this.




















He thought it'd be a good idea
to put his Power Ranger costume on
ten minutes before bedtime. And then
he insisted on doing jumps, kicks,
and spins. The Power Ranger team will
be happy to have him as a part of
their clan. For sure.

Ya'll should be jealous that
you don't know this tiny
rawkstar. Because walking
around singing such songs as,
Sweet Home Alabama and
5o'clock Somewhere, that is
exactly what he is. A rawkstar.

Resolute.

I know it's not New Years Eve,
which means that it isn't
quite time for resolutions
yet, but lying in bed reading last
night got me thinking.

I started this book,
I Just Want My Pants Back,
and it's quite humorous
so far. I suggest you
all run out and buy it.
(Or order it off of Amazon
for about a dollar.)

Anywaysss. It got my
brain tick-tocking away.
And it ultimately led me to
today's post. Even though
the book has N.O.T.H.I.N.G to
do with New Years or resolutions.
Like, at all.
Hmmm. Oh well.

As I was giggling at this
man's life in my book, I decided
to create a list of things that
I should and shouldn't do
from now on.

So here are my
Forever and A Lifetime Resolutions.
Not to be confused with the silly,
no one ever sticks to
resolutions made in January.

Top Ten. . .

-I will always wash my face
before going to bed, no matter how
much alcohol I have consumed.
Including the extra step of scrubbing off the
eye make-up. (I slack on this...)

-I won't ever hesitate taking
pictures. If my camera is in
my bag, I will definitely be
capturing the moment.

-I'll learn to save a dime. Turning
off the TV when walking out
of a room, turning off the
water in between brushing
my teeth, turning off lights...

-My return policy when it
comes to calling people back
lacks big time. So I will
now do my *best* to call
back within a day.
(That's fair, right?)

-I m.u.s.t stop being so
nit-picky.

-I will learn Spanish, and not
give up the second it starts
becoming too difficult for me.

-I'll make more of an effort
of keeping in touch with people
I should.

-I'm going to start taking
my own advice. It's good stuff!

-I'm going to stop driving
by his house. It's been
four years. (But okay...maybe
just once in a while it will be
alright?)

-I will no longer put an
expiration date on certain
things. Such as, finding a
job, marriage, children...
Everything happens with
time.

There are a few more that
didn't make the top ten list.
But I will surly be keeping
them in mind as well.

Dustfeathers. Brooms. Mopping.

I arrived home from
an eventful evening at
the bar last night around
quarter to three. It was
then that I decided I
should finish
The Undomestic Goddess,
because sheesh, it has
been taking me way too
long to read. And when a
book takes me too long,
I lose interest...and start
to forget A LOT of what is
going on. Plus. I have so many
more books that I'm excited
to read. (cough...nerd.)

So at around 5am, I read the
last few sentences, and closed
the heart-warming words
of Sophie Kinsella. Which
PS, I really like her!

Anyways. The book was super
cute. Silly. Predictable. Lovey dovey.
Everything a gal could ask for.
I was satisfied...fell in love...
and wondered what it would
be like to escape life the way
the leading lady did so.

PLOT: Big time lawyer, Samantha,
ends up making a huge mistake that she can't
quite deal with. She hops on a train, ends up
in a place she doesn't know, only to accept
a job as a housekeeper...
However. Samantha doesn't
have the first clue of housekeeping.

To find out more...read it!

But yeah. If only life were as
simple as jumping on a train,
changing career paths,
locations and never looking
back. I mean, I guess for some people,
maybe, it is that easy? Mmm.
At first, of course, it wasn't
so easy for Miss Samantha...

BUT...if you could...consequence free...
where would your destination of choice be?

Not So Fabulous, Actually.

Psh. I am so disturbed.
So. I just finished watching
the Lifetime rendition of
The Fab Five: The Texas
Cheerleader Scandal.
And I just can't seem to
get over it.














How could a group of five
high school girls get away
with so much? Have that
much control over their
parents? Over their teachers?
Over their community?
It seriously baffles me.
And sickens me that someone
didn't kick the crap out
of those little punks.
Now I know. One should
never use violence...and you
shouldn't teach a lesson about
violence WITH violence...but
I really think those girls needed
a major tune up. And sometimes,
that's just the answer. As far
as I'm concerned.

As I was watching, I was getting
so MAD that their parents were
DEFENDING them. Yes. They
actually thought their child
could do no wrong. Which
clearly is where the problem began.
They obviously weren't told
"no" much growing up. And they
were able to talk to, and probably
are STILL able to talk to their
parents any way they like.

The portrayal of these brats,
which is an extremely light term
I'm using, gets under my tanned
olive skin like you couldn't
imagine.

Sure.
Talking on cell phones
in the middle of class, posing in
sexual ways, backstabbing, bribing,
all might seem like normal
catty high school girl behavior.
But these losers were far from
the normal high school girl.
They thought they were bigger
than big.

I truly admire the teacher who
stood up against everyone and
fought for what she thought was
right. What IS right.

I wish that each one of those
so-called "Fab Five," got a
taste of their own medicine.
Or is still getting a taste of it.
(I mean that in the nicest way
humanly possible.)

And the saddest part of the
entire situation...the part
that really gets me...
is the fact that none of the
*probably* even care what they
did, how it affected others, or
the real damage in it all.

OH. And I highly DISLIKE that
the media and public know them
as the Fab Five. Because when I
think of FAB...I think Fabulous...
which equals classy.
And pshhh, they are far from
fabulous...and they don't
have an ounce of class.
As far as I'm concerned.

PS...on a sweet plus side...
Jenna Dewan, the cutie
from Step Up, and HottieMcHottie,
Channing Tatum's girlfriend
is quite superb in it!