They call her Christmas Carol

One of my favorite things to do around Christmas is to SING Christmas songs with my family. Not only do I love sitting in the living room, my mom at the piano, singing "Oh Holy Night" and busting out some beautiful 3-4 part harmony for "FALLLLLL on your KNEEEEES," or even the slightly sillier "Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria" sung with some weird counter melody we've developed throughout the years, but I also love creating our own versions of Christmas songs, or new Christmas songs all together. I must admit my sisters, Emily and Kelly, are WAYYY better at this than I am.

I remember walking through a Pick'n'Save around the holidays singing in a round, Kelly starting, then me... then Emily, approximately 8 years old, right on key, but slightly distracted and silly...

K: Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas
C: Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas
E: I can't believe that it is CREAM FILLED.
followed by perfect three part harmony for "everywhere we gooooo."

We still sing that version to this day. I highly recommend you try it out.

Emily also deserves a blogspot shout out for her cover of a classic Elvis tune. Only Emily unlike Elvis realized, who needs a back up singer to do what you can clearly do yourself with a nice little--

"I'll have a blu WOOOOHOOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOO chris WOOOHOOOOHOOOHOOOHOOO withou WHOOOHOOOHOOOHOOO. WHOOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOHOOO."

She likes to pull that one out regardless of season. and actually the first time she sang it to me she was asking me "Case, what's that song that goes WOOOHOOOHOOOHOOHOO wwwWWWOOOOHOOOHOOOHOOOHOO." That's one of Em's favorite games to play with me. not so much a game... she genuinely doesn't know the answer. not like my dad quizing me on who the guitar player for the Eagles is. Either way.... I still always win. Even when Emily gives me lines from movies or descriptions of actors that contain zero English words. Just facial expressions and mumbling. K. Back to Christmas.

My Holiday claim to fame is a nice version of "Feliz Navidad." Luckily enough for me, this one was caught on tape for everyone to remember. forever. regardless of how hard I try to forget it. All of these other Christmas song stories are so fun and I'm so proud to be a part of. this one i'm actually embarrassed about. anyway. The video starts out with the three of us girls sitting around the piano singing some nice Spanish songs, like every Irish/Welsh/Scottish family of young girls growing up in the suburbs of Milwaukee. Then, i decide to jump out of the group, face directly toward the camera and with a real nice guttural attempt at a belt sing "I WANNA WISH YOU A MErRrRrRrY CHRISTMAS." Emily's doing her own guttural "Merry" in the background, too. It doesn't sound good. And even worse is the way I look. I am approximately 10 years old (I know in the video i announce at least 500 times my age, as I had just turned whatever age it was. But i'm having a hard time remembering if it's 10 or possibly 11). I am wearing a Christmas sweatshirt that belongs to my dad (cus that's a cool person for a young girl to borrow clothes from) RED sweatpants, complete with tight elastic bands at the ankles, and bright yellow socks. Did not know i was being taped? I seem to remember being the one to set up the video camera, but how could this be? I'm also wearing glasses that are too large for my face, and probably weren't hip even in circa 1994 and have a poorly maintained perm. again, i don't remember exactly, but i don't think perms were 'in' in 1994, either. i was a really awesome kid. The Spanish tunes were followed by a relatively unprovoked impromptu version of "We Love You Jesus" sung to the tune of that Bye Bye Birdie Song "We love you Conrad" and some marching.

let's stop talking about that video now.

We also LOVE LOVE LOVE listening to the Oakridge Boys Christmas CD (except maybe my brother, who is 7 years older than am... but he does a very good job of putting up with it). I know.. who are we? but trust me its GREAT. We all sing while we decorate the tree. We make up dances. We call Kelly to sing to her when she's at her in-laws (oh yeah... I'm talking very recently people. this isn't us just being crazy kids). The singing is actually pretty impressive. The dancing... not our best work (clearly our N*sync dance is... but these dances are kind of insulting to our actual talent. but So. Much. Fun). To give you an idea, I'll do the best I can in words... and maybe one day Kelly can pick up where I left off when she has her video blog.

Actual Dance steps:
"Its Christmas" (turn in a circle)
"Its paintin' the town" (pretend like you're painting)
"With red and silver bells" (something similar to the shopping cart. a lot of reaching. pick up your feet a little to make it that much better)
"and laughter all around" (left arm in scooping circle across front of body. repeat with the right).

I think you get the idea. If you don't, no worries. I'll be happy to demonstrate.


however. nothing. i repeat NOTHING. can top our original Christmas song. Here's how it came to be.

While visiting family in Butler, PA, Kelly, Emily and I wondered off from the rest of the fam and found a antique/craft/record store. and luckily so. one of these records happened to be "Christmas Eve with Colonial Sanders." Clearly you don't pass something like that up. I don't care if you don't have a record player (which we didn't), or if you find out he doesn't sing any of the songs (which he doesn't). It Colonial Sanders. And he's sleeping in front of a fireplace on the album cover. You give the clerk whatever amount of money he's asking, and you leave the store knowing you just made the best purchase of your life. And then you hope your older sister is as cool as mine to write the following song.


KENTUCKY FRIED CHRISTMAS by the Wright Family (mostly kelly, but I'm giving us all credit.)


The verses, being completely improvisational, vary from time to time. However it was something along the lines of...

Santa Claus came over put a reindeer on his lap
and fed that reindeer some Chicken
that reindeer well he had no hands
but licked his lips 'n said it's good comma finger lickin'

OOOOHHHHH

CHORUS (always the same. I come in with some harmony. There's knee slapping involved)
Kentucky Fried Christmas, its the only way to go
even though i live in missoura
You might wonder, why i say missoura
but its not missouri its missoura.


Don't you wish you got to spend Christmas at my house???

oh no. now i'm homesick. :(

train.

Yesterday on my way to Carrie's after work (an offer of vodka won out over painting, sleeping and cooking)I was listening to my ipod loud enough to avoid everything else going on in the world. duh. I started watching a woman, and as much as I feel rude eavesdropping, I decided to see how much sign language i remembered from the 4 years of ASL i took in college. Turns out, she wasn't signing at all, she was just Italian. And probably from Long Island. But it took me a good 5 minutes to figure that out. and then i watched her about 10 minutes later convinced that no one could talk with their hands THAT much and I must be really rusty... but nope. she wasn't deaf. nor was she hard of hearing. nor were the people she was with.

also, i don't know if i look exceptionally good yesterday, or exceptionally bad (such a fine line between the two) but there were at least 6 different old creepy men hard core staring at me in my 45 minute commute.

also, i don't understand the V train. why does it even exist? does it ever leave the 2nd ave stop? I saw 2 F trains go by, and the V was still sitting there.

if its gonna be at all its gonna be with you

That title will probably have nothing to do with my actual blog. i just like that song. I'm feeling slightly ADD today. and like i'm coming down with some sort of cold. or maybe its just because my room was pretty cold last night (damn no control of the heat in my apartment and a wall of windows in my bedroom) and i usually wake up with a sore throat if that happens. On second thought... its probably ADHD.

Too ADHD for paragraphs. or even complete sentences. so list it is...

* I filmed until 1am on Friday, and still decided it was a good idea to head into the city to meet up with some friends. i was right. it was a good idea. i like my friends.
* On Saturday morning i took a shower at Gregs place when i showed up to set. i thought that was funny. I generally shower before i get somewhere, but i realized why wake up any earlier than i have to when i can just show up and shower while Greg and Jeff are setting up the shoot for the day?!?
* During filming on Saturday I fell asleep no less than 3 times. we got done at about 9, so i had a drink with Greg and Jeff, then bridget told me to come downstairs for a drink since she lives in the same building. so i went downstairs to say hi with my hair all gelled back, no make up on, and sweatpants, and then found out that she was having a party at her place. i felt like an idiot. but clearly don't really care. I ended up just borrowing clothes from her and doing my makeup and hair on her kitchen counter before heading out to Danielle's bday party.
* Drag Queens love me.
* Gay strippers also love me.
* Gay men in general seem to think i'm pretty fabulous.
* I will write more about filming at some point. just waiting for some uploadable pictures from the photographer.
* I appreciate honesty. i think its really really important.
* Yesterday, Roger and I were both in the kitchen, me baking cookies, him washing dishes, when he found a container that they had used for gravy on Thanksgiving that hadn't been rinsed out... or even emptied. He poured it in the sink, and we both had to pretty much leave the room because the smell was so atrocious. rancid animal fat. horrendous.Thank God for Matt who came over and cleaned it out of the drain. I feel like in this situation, most people, especially girls, would be really upset about something like that... but i thought it was really funny. it made me like my roommates more. to all be standing in the kitchen gagging and laughing... there's really nothing like that. I was a little worried that it would taint (haha. taint) my cookies. but they didn't taste at all like rotten gravy. they were just a little overcooked... i'll have to find someway to blame that on the boys, but have yet to figure out how.
* In the past 2 weeks, both of the male doctors i work for have asked me for advice on women. The 2 women in my office talk with me about boys and dating and relationships and babies on a pretty regular basis. But the boys in the office are finally starting to realize what a relationship guru i am (please don't laugh too hard at that last statement). Actually with both of them, i've said something along the lines of "i don't know, that sounds like one of those 'stupid girl' things to do. i have no idea what i would do if i had to put up with that." or "I dont know why women do that. i've never done anything like that, so i can't really help you out." To which my boss replied "you're more of a guy, arent you." i wasn't really sure what to say to that. yes???
* the first even semi-smooth transition of stories to happen in this blog post is about to happen.
* after a long conversation with matt on saturday night, he asked me "do you ever feel like one of the guys other than [realizes what he's saying]...everyday?" nope. pretty much just everyday.
* I'm glad I'm not a stupid girl. i think i'm a girlie girl in all the cool ways... i like shoes. i cry at sappy movies but don't let them dictate my expectations of love. i bake cookies for my friends' birthdays. i go shopping with the gays and pick out outfits for them. but, it seems like all the stupid girls have boyfriends, and i don't. do i need to be a stupid girl to ever actually have a boyfriend? i would like to think not. i would like to think that any guy that i choose to date would be cool enough to not want to date a stupid girl anyway.
* I'm a little sleep deprived (if you couldn't tell). On saturday night, i was talking to my friend Madalyn and had to stop mid sentence maybe a half dozen times to figure out what i was talking about because i had no recollection of what words had just come out of my mouth or what happened next in the story i was telling. insane.
* Despite the crazy loopyness of being so overtired these days, all i wanted to do last night was paint my apartment. if i found my roller... i probably would have.
* I'm supposed to be doing holiday postcards right now for work. i think that sounds really boring. also, a little bit of a waste of my college degree.
* My new goal is to have enough paying acting jobs to quit my day job. even though i really like my day job. how sweet would it be to JUST be an actor. or a trophy wife. but who are we kidding, i'm not really socially acceptable enough for that.
* "I don't even know what good anymore" -Andy Warhol's character in the movie "Basquiat"
* For some reason "Warhol" is a recognized word in my spell check's dictionary. but the possessive form is not.
* I don't understand skim milk.
* I don't know how much sushi is an acceptable to eat for lunch for someone of my size and stature.
* I really want to see the move "Brothers." Who would like to join me?
* I'm gonna try to start using the phrase "You betcha" more when people ask me really serious questions. its really never an appropriate response. I also want to start telling people to "grow up" more. always, always funny.
* Last night that AT&T commercial with Luke Wilson came on TV and I said in utter shock "WOW did he get fat!!!" and Matt looked at me and said "that's what you said yesterday when we watched it." I knew i had never seen that commercial, so I said very matter-of-factly "No i didn't." And Roger looked at me and said "yeah you did. when you were watching Glee." matt said "you even said it in the exact same way." who knew?
* I'm proud of myself for out-crazy-stream-of-consciousnessing Katie Della Mora.
* Just found out filming for tonight is canceled. so do i pick up a paint roller on my way home? or do i cook a nice dinner for myself then play the piano? or go straight to bed before i become anymore crazy than i am right now. I'm also really broke, and if i start painting one wall, i'm gonna wanna get more paint to redo my kitchen and bathroom too. can't.decide. wish i had a corporate sponsor for my life. hmmm... Tune in tomorrow to find out what i decided to do.

just re-read about half of this. its clearly not anything anyone will ever care about, nor is it even all that funny. Katie's blogging rule is she has to laugh at what she wrote at least once when she re-reads it. I"m probably just going to post it cus i'm too lazy to spend time rereading it.

peace out y'all.

DTW

As I was sitting at the Detroit Airport for 5 hours cus Delta sucks... this is the announcement I listened to repeatedly:

"Detroit, Michigan is in the Eastern Standard Time Zone. For the correct time, please check a clock."

Thank you random announcement voice guy. Whatever would i do without you.

an introduction to the crazy

So... every once in a while, my mind takes an idea and just runs with it. unprompted. i just get these very vivid images of something hilarious, and laugh to myself. kind of like ally mcbeal, only i know they're not real. most of the time. but i always kind of secretly hope it will actually happen at some point. Except for the subway rat meetings, where i'm passing from the uptown train in that cement tunnel thats always creepy and unpopulated and smells like pee under the tracks to the downtown platform, and i stumble on a rat meeting where one rat has on a vest and glasses and is standing at a podium and all of the other rats are standing on 2 legs and have clipboards and are nodding intently and taking notes. then they all slowly turn to me as i stand there dumbfounded and the rat at the podium says "excuse me ma'am. can i help you?" and i apologetically turn around and just get on an uptown train even though i need to go downtown just to get the fuck away from those rats. WHAT are they planning???? I have this image in my head every time i start down the stairs to any transfer like this (namely at bridget's stop on the G cust its the creepiest). Actually, i secretly even hope that happens just so i can tell everyone i told you so.

but that thought is nothing new. i think a majority of my readers (the thousands and thousands of you) already know that because you've been with me as i hesitantly look around in corner in absolute terror. Here's the image that i keep laughing about lately.

The bathroom at work is actually down the hall from my office (there's only 2 offices on the 8th floor and i think a total 5 female employs plus a handful of patients.) There's one of the older paper towel dispensers that has individual sheets of paper towel, the kind you have to 'pull with both hands' and then wait for the next sheet to pop out with a little wheel on the side in case it doesn't. There's also, in red lettering, a label pointing to that wheel that says EMERGENCY FEED. which cracks me up. Every time i pull my first sheet of paper towel and am waiting for the 2nd sheet to pop up, i contemplate what would qualify as a paper towel EMERGENCY and invision a woman running into the bathroom in that 30 seconds between sheet screaming and waiving her hands in the air "WE NEED PAPER TOWELS!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! OUT OF THE WAY I NEED THAT NEXT PAPERTOWEL" and i have to help her by turning the wheel because there's no time to wait for the next sheet to pop out on its own. I have yet to come up with what i think this paper towel emergency is. I'm probably going to have to brain storm on that before i.... what exactly? i don't know. but as of right now, i'm unwilling to commit to any specific situation.

I take these little vignettes really seriously. Actually, again referring to the rat meeting, One time Tim made reference to it as we were at that damn stop on the G, "Maybe we'll run into that rat king down there" or something along those lines and i laughed for a little bit, then just felt completely unsettled and got really serious and said "Ok, but its not really a king as much as it a CEO." "right. right. i'm sorry. Rat CEO." Thanks Tim. Luckily for me my friends understand these things about me. they're kinda crazy too.

i like that i'm tagging this as RAT CEO. now i'm praying that someone will do a google blog search for rat ceo and read this and we'll fall madly in love and have lots of babies. who would search rat ceo? If there's someone out there who does, call me.

Neoplasticism Pictures

Last month I modeled in a hair show for some of my old co-workers at good ole Arrojo Studio. Here's the pics from their website!











OK... here's the pictures of ME on their website. There's a bunch of other great pics. The stylists did a wonderful job putting together an amazing show. Check out the rest of the pics at http://www.arrojostudio.com/studio/featured/neoplasticism.html

Sunday Funday

I'm normally not a big fan of leaving my house on Sundays. I'm usually in my sweatpants and glasses with my hair in a ponytail napping in various parts of my apartment. sometimes i drop off my laundry. sometimes i don't.

this Sunday, however, I arranged a play date with Tim. I had canceled on him on thursday because my horoscope said i wouldn't be in the mood for deep conversation, but to not be offended, i'd be ready in 3 days. I was extremely offended. I don't like my horoscope calling me shallow. You know whats shallow? horoscopes. Anyway, that night i was getting ready to leave work and although i was really excited to see Tim because i LOVE him, i started thinking "wow... its been a really long time since i've really talked to him. if i want to tell him about this, i'm gonna have to tell him about this and this and this and i'm not in the mood." touche, horoscope. i will never judge you again.

SO, i text tim and set up a coffee date for 6ish when he was done with his sample sale. then i started watching glee and almost canceled on him again again because i really just wanted to keep watching that show. BUT i didn't. Mostly for issues of pride and self esteem of not actually being that shallow. and because i was desperate to get out of the funky mood i had been in that morning (10am-5pm) and Tim always puts me in a good mood. AND because i love tim. We had a great time sitting at a dinner and catching up and laughing and gossiping, and eavesdropping on the couple next to us who were talking about some 'faggot' and some 'slut' and we wondered if they were referring to us (they couldn't have been... right?). Then we took advantage of the BEAUTIFUL fall night and walked from Madison Square Garden to Union Square where i got on the train to go home.

only, i met up with justin instead for free tequila night. which sounded like a terrible idea for a sunday. but seeing justin sounded like a great one. so i met up with him for a seltzer water with lime and sipped on a tequila sunrise... which was mostly orange juice. Justin told me a poop joke, and i laughed like a school girl. Then, his friend leaned over about 2 hours later and whispered discreetly as the bathroom door behind us flew open and a waive of STANK entered the bar "Someone forgot to use the air freshener." Justin yelled "POOP" in a bar of maybe 15 people all very much in ear shot of this former Kent State Cheerleader. That is why he's my favorite. Then he walked me to the bodega so i could get a sandwich (he talked me out of the fried chicken i really really really wanted) and we found incense called "mj's moonwalk"

maybe i'll start leaving the house on sundays more often.

speaking horoscopes (which i'm in all actuality not even that into) today mine included the phrase "Don't be overly dramatic about your own version of paradise lost." I stopped judging you. please stop judging me. can't we all just get along?

Fun times on the train. this will be a reoccuring segment, i'm sure.

I forgot my ipod at work on friday. so my mind was going extra crazy on the train ALL weekend. Which was actually ok, because there were a lot of funny things happening on the train that balanced out the anxiety. On friday on my way home from work, there were a bunch of guys talking about the Parade for the Yankees (i don't know if you heard, but they won the world series. its a really big deal). I felt like i was watching a sketch comedy group of people making fun of yankees fans with those terrible long island accents. I was sitting next to them and just blatantly laughing at what they were saying. Until this kid who was probably 4 or 5 got on the train who was just tall enough to barely see out the window when standing by the door. this kid was giggling one of those little kid contagious belly laughs and there were literally a good 8 of us adults (i guess not 'us' adults. i'm more of a preteen) just staring at this kid and laughing too. it was awesome. and we all just kept looking at this kid and looking at each other and laughing. For as big of a city as New York is, there have for sure been a lot of moments when it feels like such a small little community of friends. On Halloween i was on the J train and there was this little girl sitting facing away from her mother on a little pink plastic cell phone, her mother on her real cell phone, having a conversation. Her mother kept laughing, so i decided to hit pause on my ipod and eavesdrop. At one point the little girl said "are you lis'nin to me chil'" and her mother said "did you just call me 'child'" to which the little girl responded "Mmmmhmmm." The train was kind of empty at 9pm on a saturday night, but those of us who were lucky enough to overhear this conversation started cracking up. i heart nyc.

that being said. there are also SO many moments on the train that make me want to shoot myself in the knee cap. once there was a lady on the train who had her 18 month child in a stroller in front of her on the train. the baby was crying and reaching for her, she was reading a book (a lesbian porno novel that i WISH SO BADLY i remembered the name of) and had her headphones in. She kept looking at the baby and saying "what? whats the matter with you? why do you keep grabbing at my leg?" Now, i don't have children. and i understand that there are times when communication with a child who don't have verbal skills yet. however. this is not one of those times. everyone knows what that child wants. If you chose to turn the stroller so the child can no longer reach your leg, and continue living in your world of erotica and ipods... you better have brought an ipod for everyone on the train. i don't want to listen to your child screaming. that poor, poor baby.

Anyway. there will be more subway stories to come. some funny. some sad. some gross. all amazing, i'm sure.

Not a girl...

this blog title is dedicated to my roommate roger, who not only will make a joke about me looking like a 12 year old boy, but will also appreciate the brit reference. which i promise the rest of my blog readers i will never make again.

i'm turning 25 in less than a month. yikes. every year i have a tiny anxiety attack about turning older and not accomplishing enough with my life. but this year, i think its real. i mean... 25 sounds old, right? like i should maybe be a grown up?

but more so than sounding old, I'm starting to feel old. which is gross. I'm too tired to do anything after work now. all i ever want to do is put on a pair of sweat pants, drink a glass of wine and complain about the neighbor's dog barking. I now wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. that can't be a good sign. if i eat fatty foods, i gain weight.I don't have a single joint on my body that still works properly. I crave things like spinach and brussel sprouts. I don't understand technology. I still can't use my blackberry and i've had it for 3 months. I tried to 'follow' my friend jon's blog (because he's the bestest and i love him) and it made me pick a different picture for my 'profile'. I thought this was all through google? so why do i have one picture for my gchat, another for this blog and another for following his blog? Also, whats the difference between following a blog, and having it on you 'reader'or 'blogroll'???

old.

on a much more disturbing note, i can no longer do shots of whiskey. In college, i loved doing shots of Jack. I didn't even care if it was warm. I just liked being a bad ass. Now i can't because it hurts my tummy. and i wake up with indigestion. And its hard enough for me to overcome a hangover in my old age as it is.

Other disturbing signs: I get really excited for the pottery barn catalog to come in. I am obsessed with housewares even at places like Family Dollar (the other night while buying my cocoa pebbles... sign of a true grown up... i also considered buying a blender, even though i haven't used or needed to use a blender in about 4 years. I also browsed the placemats, all of which were hideous. oh. and i don't have a kitchen table). I also love looking at office supplies, but always have. Every fall since graduation i get a little depressed that i don't get to go back to school shopping. i don't think that makes me old, but i thought of it, so i typed it.

Most terrifying sign: I'm starting to like pop music. Not just beyonce, who is clearly amazing. But like.. John Mayer, Matchbox 20, Taylor Swift's new song about being fucking 15 years old, That Train song (although in my head the lyrics are adam sandler saying "meestah meestah" instead of the train guy saying 'mister mister'). WHO AM I???? i used to have such good taste in music and hate when sappy shit like that played on the radio. although i genuinely like the meestah meestah part and think the younger hipper version of me would like it too.

At the same time, i don't really feel like i'm "growing up" all that much. i still live in a filthy apartment with 3 boys. we always have beer cans--and usually 40's-- on the end table. By end table, i mean piece of drywall that we've place on a Rubbermaid bin in front of our couch. All of which i absolutely love. not really the filth or the beer cans or the makeshift end table, but the atmosphere.

a majority of my girl friends from high school are engaged, married, mommys... i'm no where near any of that. and don't *think i* want to be.

Professionally, i think i'll always think i should be doing bigger and better. But I can also actually recognize the fact that I'm doing pretty well for myself these days. yay for that.

its a weird middle ground. i'm not sure how i feel about it.

Also around my birthday, and sometimes on random days anytime of year, I think if i'm walking up to somewhere that is abnormally quiet that its going to be my surprise party. Seriously. for as long as i've know that surprise parties exist. and even now that i'm old enough to know that if i walk up to my apartment on July 15th and the dead bolt is locked and no one is making any noise that there is a 99.9% chance that is NOT my surprise party, that .1% still gets me excited.

Maybe I'll write a blog...

I've been considering writing a blog for a while now. Like... since I moved to New York a year and 2 months ago. Then I thought I'd start one for my one year anniversary in New York 2 months ago. Finally... I'm doing it. mostly because i am so funny and think i should do the world a favor by sharing my funny thoughts. Ok, actually there are only a handful of people that think i'm funny. ME being my number one fan. Most people just think I'm a weirdi. thats ok with me. I really like me. and i really like writing.

I've also decided in the past week that its time for a new leaf. I'm going to be really focusing on the Acting/modeling/writing/music thing... and that is all keeping me very busy, which is really really good. I'm also going to be focusing on only surrounding myself with people that i like and that support me.I've given up on the idea of ever dating anyone in this city. and thats ok, i have amazing friends, thats all that matters, right? (my co-worker gave me a shirt that says "white boys. fuck all y'all." and i love it. thanks niki!) I'm going to be more selfish... in a good way. And i'm going to fill my life with as much fun and laughter as humanly possible. After all, i'm young, and in the city of my dreams, pursuing a career i've been passionate about since i was a kid, i have 3 roommates who are so fun and funny, and i have awesome friends.

I don't always do things like capitalize letters or use apostrophes for contractions or proof read my stream of consciousness writing style. and i can't spell. and i'm a polite, well educated young individual, however i think the word 'poop' is hilarious, and sometimes things that are not P.C. are really funny. also, i sometimes have a bit of a potty mouth. sorry if you find that sort of thing offensive... or if you're my dad and you're utterly disappointed in the way i turned out. those are the things you should know that about my my blog.

Also, more so than me being funny, living in new york is so funny! and i'm an idiot. funny stuff happens literally everyday. and what else am i supposed to do with these gems of stories? so i will blog them, and one day make a fantastic movie about being crazy in new york featuring me and a bunch of homeless people on the subway. For now, if you're bored at work, you should read Tim's blog and his 'bored at work' entries, and then you should read mine.

so thats my blog. I may or may not use it for professional purposes too... like bragging about all the cool shit i'm doing and how i'm dealing with all the fortune and fame. or maybe i'll start a more professional blog... thoughts? also, i might describe the outfits i'm wearing as everyday i put together a true masterpiece, and not enough people get to appreciate it. I'll probably start this thing off with a bang and post more later today.

do i need to come up with a clever way to sign off?