My God, I can never keep up/finish anything I start. Ever. Such is true of my numerous failed blog attempts.
Seems like the only blogs I enjoy reading are beauty blogs. And I don't want to make this into one. I just hate talking about life. What's the point? No one's listening. And the ones who are listening, or want to listen, most likely already know of life events through another form of communication.
So...
Adios?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed.
It's been a minute since my last post but there's not much to update. Still don't have an absolute answer on the school thing, or even the living thing. Good thing it's only May.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I will not give in to retail therapy, I will not give in to retail therapy...
Who am I kidding? I already have.
Life's been dull; my bestestestest buddy I had down here in S. FL has ventured on to bigger and better things via school. Sad and lonely times ahead. [/emo]
That whole thing has me thinking about school myself. I know I need to go back and just finish it. No more breaks, no more random MOVING, no more wishing for greener grass on the other side. Ya know? I just gotta suck it up and get my degree no matter where it is. But I feel like I get this inspiration more often than I should. It's like... go to school, get sick of it, go on vacation, fall in love with the place I went on vacation to, and then move there. I gotta stop doing that. For once I need to stop saying "I want" and start thinking "I need."
Oh come on, Cristine. We've been through this before.
What?
You set goals. You're good at that. But then you get distracted and don't see them entirely through.
So what? I'm living my life. Making new experiences, seeing different places. It's better to do this while I'm young, right?
You're not getting any younger...
What's that supposed to mean?
It doesn't matter. This is just something you can't keep getting into and falling out of.
Oh don't be dramatic. I'll do it. I'll make the plunge, settle down somewhere. I'll do what's best for me in the long run, even if it's not ideal.
Mhmm. Start thinking with me, your head. Stop thinking with your heart.
You think that's easy to do? This is me we're talking about. How about this. You let me know how. K? I'm all ears.
The options are in my head, and I'm thinking.
Life's been dull; my bestestestest buddy I had down here in S. FL has ventured on to bigger and better things via school. Sad and lonely times ahead. [/emo]
That whole thing has me thinking about school myself. I know I need to go back and just finish it. No more breaks, no more random MOVING, no more wishing for greener grass on the other side. Ya know? I just gotta suck it up and get my degree no matter where it is. But I feel like I get this inspiration more often than I should. It's like... go to school, get sick of it, go on vacation, fall in love with the place I went on vacation to, and then move there. I gotta stop doing that. For once I need to stop saying "I want" and start thinking "I need."
Oh come on, Cristine. We've been through this before.
What?
You set goals. You're good at that. But then you get distracted and don't see them entirely through.
So what? I'm living my life. Making new experiences, seeing different places. It's better to do this while I'm young, right?
You're not getting any younger...
What's that supposed to mean?
It doesn't matter. This is just something you can't keep getting into and falling out of.
Oh don't be dramatic. I'll do it. I'll make the plunge, settle down somewhere. I'll do what's best for me in the long run, even if it's not ideal.
Mhmm. Start thinking with me, your head. Stop thinking with your heart.
You think that's easy to do? This is me we're talking about. How about this. You let me know how. K? I'm all ears.
The options are in my head, and I'm thinking.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The Lovely Bones
As narcissist Cristine sometimes likes to say, "they totally made this movie for me." But really, this type of movie is so incredibly up my alley it almost hurts.
It's also the closest thing to my all-time favorite and life-changing 2 1/2 hours, What Dreams May Come. They hit on the whole communication between dead and living thing, which always thrilled me. Not to mention the inspiring heaven visuals that make me wonder what's really up there. Yea, movies are generally made to be entertaining, but once in a while you see one that actually gets to you. For me, it's What Dreams May Come and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Dare I say that this comes close?
In my old age (hehe) I'm becoming less tolerant toward overdone Hollywood-type movies and appreciate the art and creativity behind movies such as this. I just love when a movie actually makes you feel the "it" factor. You know, how it kind of "puts you there" to feel death, heaven, and of course the part that interests me the most - communication with he who has passed over.
Great movie. Best I've seen since Eternal Sunshine.
It's also the closest thing to my all-time favorite and life-changing 2 1/2 hours, What Dreams May Come. They hit on the whole communication between dead and living thing, which always thrilled me. Not to mention the inspiring heaven visuals that make me wonder what's really up there. Yea, movies are generally made to be entertaining, but once in a while you see one that actually gets to you. For me, it's What Dreams May Come and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Dare I say that this comes close?
In my old age (hehe) I'm becoming less tolerant toward overdone Hollywood-type movies and appreciate the art and creativity behind movies such as this. I just love when a movie actually makes you feel the "it" factor. You know, how it kind of "puts you there" to feel death, heaven, and of course the part that interests me the most - communication with he who has passed over.
Great movie. Best I've seen since Eternal Sunshine.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
There's a reason why New York has an abundance of songs named after it.
Has anyone ever made a song about Florida? Besides "I'm in Miami biiiiitch."
I AM HAVING THE WORST CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK EVER. The last poem I wrote, "One", seems like 8,342 years old. It's not like I don't have anything to write about, either. I've got plenty of inspiration, believe that!
Seeing my parents tonight for dinner in Dania Beach.
And... that's just about it.
I AM HAVING THE WORST CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK EVER. The last poem I wrote, "One", seems like 8,342 years old. It's not like I don't have anything to write about, either. I've got plenty of inspiration, believe that!
Seeing my parents tonight for dinner in Dania Beach.
And... that's just about it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I'm so fat, I eat flavored lipgloss.
^^^True story.
Anyhoo, much to say, and not much time to say it as the Aviation sector of my job owns me...
Parents will be here this Thursday, yay! And I'm so dying to plan another short trip or something. Texas in June is tentative. So yea, um, that's something. I'm also thinking New York around my birthday in July... we'll see.
Miami was just, for lack of a better adjective, awesome. Scooted outta work around 4:30 last Friday, grabbed my bag, and headed down. What an amazingly enormous city on the water. Miami is just "bigger" than Fort Lauderdale in all ways. Buildings are bigger; reminds me of NYC. People are "bigger" not in the literal sense, but in the way that everyone is just always "done up" more. I'm talking guys with tans so deep I'm not sure if they're Italian or black. I'm talking girls with a full face of makeup at the beach (how do they get TAN wearing MAKEUP???). Everyone is just so glamorous and eye-catching. Not my scene, to be honest. The second I get home from work I'm scrubbing my face off and throwing sweatpants on my fat ass. So that kind of life is nice to visit for a weekend, but I don't think I'd be able to keep it up 24/7. Allegedly, not all parts of Miami are like that, but the area surrounding my hotel (Ganesvoort South Beach) was indeed "like that" to the nth degree. (May I note a random topless girl at the rooftop pool party. Really, no shame.)
Lots of laughs, dancing, alcohol, and of course our weekend tagline: I'M IN MIAMI TRICKKK (we even got matching t-shirts!), poppin champagne, getting a little too tipsy at dinner and napping until 1 in the morning before realizing we should probably head out, and, of course, excessive amounts of sun.
So it's back to reality for Cristine yet again. Wish I had more to say but the most interesting events have already passed.
Anyhoo, much to say, and not much time to say it as the Aviation sector of my job owns me...
Parents will be here this Thursday, yay! And I'm so dying to plan another short trip or something. Texas in June is tentative. So yea, um, that's something. I'm also thinking New York around my birthday in July... we'll see.
Miami was just, for lack of a better adjective, awesome. Scooted outta work around 4:30 last Friday, grabbed my bag, and headed down. What an amazingly enormous city on the water. Miami is just "bigger" than Fort Lauderdale in all ways. Buildings are bigger; reminds me of NYC. People are "bigger" not in the literal sense, but in the way that everyone is just always "done up" more. I'm talking guys with tans so deep I'm not sure if they're Italian or black. I'm talking girls with a full face of makeup at the beach (how do they get TAN wearing MAKEUP???). Everyone is just so glamorous and eye-catching. Not my scene, to be honest. The second I get home from work I'm scrubbing my face off and throwing sweatpants on my fat ass. So that kind of life is nice to visit for a weekend, but I don't think I'd be able to keep it up 24/7. Allegedly, not all parts of Miami are like that, but the area surrounding my hotel (Ganesvoort South Beach) was indeed "like that" to the nth degree. (May I note a random topless girl at the rooftop pool party. Really, no shame.)
Lots of laughs, dancing, alcohol, and of course our weekend tagline: I'M IN MIAMI TRICKKK (we even got matching t-shirts!), poppin champagne, getting a little too tipsy at dinner and napping until 1 in the morning before realizing we should probably head out, and, of course, excessive amounts of sun.
So it's back to reality for Cristine yet again. Wish I had more to say but the most interesting events have already passed.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Falling in love...with brownstones
My weekend really was everything I hoped it'd be and more!
Flew into JFK Monday evening, pulled in around 9pm. Made it to the hotel no later than 10:15 and the gals started showing up around 11. Had a few cocktails at the hotel bar before heading out to Houston St. for some bar hopping. What a fun mess of a night that was had. Following that was consumption of NYC hot dogs and $30 worth of minibar snacks (which consisted only of a 6-pack of Oreos, bottle of water, and mini Pringles - RIDICULOUS HOTEL PRICING MUCH???!!!)
Saturday morning was spent shopping on Madison Avenue. I only went into a few stores, THANK GOD, because I did enough damage at Ann Taylor. Took the subway to Brooklyn in the afternoon and checked out Park Slope. It was breathtaking! I've been to Brooklyn before, but only when I was young so I never truly saw it for what it's worth. Actually standing in front of those gorgeous brownstones... it was just a different type of feeling. And it was trippy to think of how my parents grew up in Brooklyn and I grew up all over the place. Wondering what life would have been like had I ever lived in Brooklyn got me thinking. But, I digress.
After lunch (Brooklyn pizza!!!) was Prospect Park which I only dipped in ever so slightly. Had to meet some people for dinner shortly after. But it was nice. Would have been nicer on a warmer day, but that didn't stop a zillion people from jogging and biking and taking their leisurely strolls.
Headed back to NYC for dinner on the upper west side where I tried really hard not to get distracted by the huge glittery Sephora standing before me the second I got off the train. Distracted was an understatement. I literally ran up the escalator and breathed a sigh of relief upon entering my zone.
After leaving Sephora and again getting distracted by retail glory (hello Gap), I finally made it back to the hotel. Got ready for what would become quite a successful 3-hour dinner with "Uncle" Mike and some of his friends. Everything from politics (luckily we are all pretty damn liberal) to dream analysis and oldies music was discussed. Stuffed my face with a huge dinner and of course, dessert.
Went back to the hotel and watched Flashforward and passed out immediately after. Easter morning soon came and it was time to head to Long Island. Hung out with uber cool family and had me a few glasses of red wine.
Back to Grant Street I go. After stuffing my face with Easter dinner for some reason I was still hungry (the reason being that I'm a fatass) and ordered an insane amount of Chinese food.
FACT: I'm tired of typing/using my brain right now, so I'm going to make the rest fast.
Passed out early on Easter and ordered Pete's Deli the next morning (!!!!!), did my last minute packing and caught the train to Jamaica to the Air Tram to the terminal to the plane to Ft. Laud.
AND HERE I AM.
It really was an awesome weekend. I look forward to returning again. I get another taste of NY this weekend when I meet my gals in Miami. I don't see myself blogging until after that, so I'm out until next week. Ciao!
Flew into JFK Monday evening, pulled in around 9pm. Made it to the hotel no later than 10:15 and the gals started showing up around 11. Had a few cocktails at the hotel bar before heading out to Houston St. for some bar hopping. What a fun mess of a night that was had. Following that was consumption of NYC hot dogs and $30 worth of minibar snacks (which consisted only of a 6-pack of Oreos, bottle of water, and mini Pringles - RIDICULOUS HOTEL PRICING MUCH???!!!)
Saturday morning was spent shopping on Madison Avenue. I only went into a few stores, THANK GOD, because I did enough damage at Ann Taylor. Took the subway to Brooklyn in the afternoon and checked out Park Slope. It was breathtaking! I've been to Brooklyn before, but only when I was young so I never truly saw it for what it's worth. Actually standing in front of those gorgeous brownstones... it was just a different type of feeling. And it was trippy to think of how my parents grew up in Brooklyn and I grew up all over the place. Wondering what life would have been like had I ever lived in Brooklyn got me thinking. But, I digress.
After lunch (Brooklyn pizza!!!) was Prospect Park which I only dipped in ever so slightly. Had to meet some people for dinner shortly after. But it was nice. Would have been nicer on a warmer day, but that didn't stop a zillion people from jogging and biking and taking their leisurely strolls.
Headed back to NYC for dinner on the upper west side where I tried really hard not to get distracted by the huge glittery Sephora standing before me the second I got off the train. Distracted was an understatement. I literally ran up the escalator and breathed a sigh of relief upon entering my zone.
After leaving Sephora and again getting distracted by retail glory (hello Gap), I finally made it back to the hotel. Got ready for what would become quite a successful 3-hour dinner with "Uncle" Mike and some of his friends. Everything from politics (luckily we are all pretty damn liberal) to dream analysis and oldies music was discussed. Stuffed my face with a huge dinner and of course, dessert.
Went back to the hotel and watched Flashforward and passed out immediately after. Easter morning soon came and it was time to head to Long Island. Hung out with uber cool family and had me a few glasses of red wine.
Back to Grant Street I go. After stuffing my face with Easter dinner for some reason I was still hungry (the reason being that I'm a fatass) and ordered an insane amount of Chinese food.
FACT: I'm tired of typing/using my brain right now, so I'm going to make the rest fast.
Passed out early on Easter and ordered Pete's Deli the next morning (!!!!!), did my last minute packing and caught the train to Jamaica to the Air Tram to the terminal to the plane to Ft. Laud.
AND HERE I AM.
It really was an awesome weekend. I look forward to returning again. I get another taste of NY this weekend when I meet my gals in Miami. I don't see myself blogging until after that, so I'm out until next week. Ciao!
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