Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Sometimes you have a knife in your bag...

And when you go through a metal detector, it is not a good time to have one.

I'm just saying, that every once in a while, or you know, like every day that I show up to my internship, that I walk through a metal detector.

And yesterday, I, like the oh so super healthy eater I am, brought an apple with me.

So you know, I brought a knife with me....


And like an idiot, I walked through a metal detector, sent my bag through an X-ray scanner, and well... forgot about the knife.



Team embarrassing? Check yes, please! Seriously? Who brings a knife into a secure building, where there are courts in session?

Only this girl.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sometimes, you just have to be a rap star


We all remember JS, correct? Well, I guess she is now JZ, but that's besides the point.

The above picture is the birthday present she sent me! Love it. And now, I shall explain.

A few weeks ago, I went on an interview for my internship. It was a "pre-placement interview" just to make sure that we all got along and would be able to work together for an entire academic year. Blah blah blah, it was fine, but I got blisters, and they hurt and I may have cried like a little girl. But whatever.

Anyways.

The director of this agency, called me by my last name "Lill" the entire time. As in, was introducing me to other members of the agency, other supervisors, staff members, etc., as Lil Whitney.

Now, I know we all may be totally confused, but I am actually NOT a rap star. I know, it's shocking, and we are all totally taken aback. But alas, it is true. I am indeed not like Lil'Kim, Lil'Wayne, Lil'Bow Wow (who apparently is just Bow Wow these days, but that's besides the point, can't you see?!)

Mind you, this woman called me Lil'Whitney for a 2.5 hour interview. And then I started getting introduced to Asst. District Attorneys as, "This is Lil'Whitney, she's blah blah blah an intern blah."

At this point, you are correct, I lost my mind, and was like... "Um. yea, actually it's Whitney, and not Lil, and I am not a rap star as cool as that might be."

Because seriously, as awesome as being called Lil Whitney is, and being put in the same category as such rap star and R&B greats as the previously mentioned music all stars is totally flattering, I couldn't go on living such a false existence.



However.... if you would like to buy some of my product to help my new founded rap star career, you can always get yourself a lovely Lil'Whitney hat too ;)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

An anniversary people shouldn't have to have

Today is the 6 year anniversary of my Uncle Don's death.


And still, like it was yesterday, I remember every detail.

From sitting in a girl down the hall's dorm room, getting ready for a fun Saturday night out on the town.

From calling my boyfriend, and my friends.

From trying to figure out how I was going to get home.

From missing a week of school.

From wishing more than anything I could not go back to school.

From standing with my sisters and my cousin at the casket at the end of calling hours, in silence, with tears running down our faces because we couldn't go up alone.

From wishing I could take the pain that my mom, her parents, and my cousins had to face.

From praying that I would wake up and it would all be a dream.

From knowing that the last time I spoke to him, he ended the conversation with "Da-Niece, have a great time at college, and don't get into more trouble than I would."

From realizing that our family dynamic had forever changed.

And on this day, I remember the laughter, the Budweiser, the crazy water gun fights, the memories, the vegetable dip on my hands, the serious talks and threats at my graduation party, the trips to get thrown into pools, lakes and whatever other body of water was around.

And I wish more than anything, I was able to tell him one more time how much he meant to me.

*photo taken courtesy of Sarah at Love has many Flavors

Friday, September 17, 2010

I don't throw "haunted" out there often, but seriously...

My apartment is.... Haunted.

No, this is not a "Happy Early Halloween" post.

As cool as that would be, that is not what this is.

This is a "Holy crap my apartment is haunted and I promise I'm not making it up even though I thought it was just a microwave that was broken, but now JM and I bought a new microwave and holy crap that one is turning on by itself when it's not plugged in too WTF!!!!" post.

It's scary as all get out. And right now, JM is at work, and I am as far away from the microwave as possible. Because 1) it is creepy. 2) it is haunted and 3) it's brand new and still turning itself on when it shouldn't be.

WTF. I know this apartment building is old. And I know JM and I had a super cheap microwave before, and it was probably just short wiring itself.

But now, the new $70 microwave that we bought yesterday? Yea. That one is turning itself on too.

And, seriously. WTF. This is bananas. Like Rachel Zoe project, watermelons and bananas. Stupid.

And creepy. And it's still another 5 weeks until Halloween. Creepy.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Speed limits are so stupid.

Sometimes.... you get pulled over by the police.

Heyyyy, and sometimes it's me.

Because apparently on the hill by my house, the speed limit is only 30 miles an hour.

First off, let me say that 30 mph is the MOST ridiculous speed limit I have ever heard of in my life. It is like.... watching paint dry. It is so slow.

Apparently, going 53 is a much better speed.

Want to know what's even better though?

Living across the street from the police station, and having the police officer who pulls you over say.... "Yea, I thought I recognized you and the car. Please be more careful."

Thank you, kind policeman, whose name I don't know. I appreciate the lack of ticket, and I promise, I will drive your insanely slow speed limit from now on.

At least, up that hill. ;)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I'm baaaaack....

Hello blog world, it has been a while.

I have received word from LA that I haven't written in well....


a really, really long time.

I'm sorry. I don't know why so many of us feel the need to apologize for not writing, but I promise, I'm coming back.

Quick recap of the past month (ish) of my life:

Spent a week at home with the family. Laying in the pool, eating Rochester food, and loving Wegmans. It was great, relaxing, and full of sun, which for Rochester, is a tad bit of a miracle.

And then I came back to Albany, enjoyed days of sleeping in, adjusting to my life as a newly full time unemployed person, and worked at a restaurant around the corner from the Saratoga Race Track.

I met girls that are fantastic. Actually, the sentence that came out of my mouth day 2 of working there was "You know, I have never met girls quite like you all before, especially being the new girl in a restaurant. This is fantastic."

It's great. And it's a 35 minute drive from home, which means I have time to think, and just be ME in my car. I love it.

I would have won $5,000 on the Travers Stakes...

had I actually placed my bet.

Gah.

My birthday was last week. The big 24. So I guess I need to do some re-editing of this site, as well... perfectly imperfect at 23 doesn't work when you're 24. Eh. Whatevs. Keep reading k?

My boyfriend, the lovely JM, "proposed" using ringpops for my birthday. Yes, he is still alive, and no, there was no other ring to back them up. It's fine, these things happen. He thought it was funny, and our friends, well.... they're impressed he's breathing still. It's ok, I still love him :)

We joined the JCC, aka Jewish Community Center. We aren't Jewish. It's great. There is a pool where I can swim laps. Yay. Hopefully my hair doesn't turn green, but hey, if it does, it'll just be a great new look.

School has restarted, and after a LOVELY 2 days of "field orientation" or as I am lovingly referring to it as, the worst way to spend 12 hours which I will never get back ever, ever again, I am getting back into school mode. This year, I am promising that I am going to actually do the readings. JM is very supportive, and so, this has become my new life:

I have become best friends with my coffee maker again. Be impressed, I promise, I'm back :)