Unopened Letter to the World

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 18:39:50 GMT

the love of my life, the guy who made me so complete, the kid who broke my heart so many years ago, is getting married. where do i go from here?

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 02:27:22 GMT

Same stuff, different day. Life is scary.

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 16:01:42 GMT

i decided i am going to move to california after my birthday, what i'll do there, I don't know exactly but at least i will be happy. I visited my nonno recently and he was totally unreconizable. Me and my brother promised to stay longer next time, I hope we can get out there soon. 21 in ^ months, that's crazy! i could have sworn I just turned 18.

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 00:06:57 GMT

I eat that turkey, then i take a nap.

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 04:12:25 GMT

I had a dream about my dad last night, and this time, he wasn't sad. He was happy and we were hysterical laughing at the most dumbest thing, but oh my god, he was so happy and I was happy and laughing. And it felt so good to be in his prescence and just being happy. We didn't talk though. That's what I don't get. I never get to talk to him. This was really the only dream that we were actually smiling. Usually we're mad. I never understood why he was always mad at me in my dreams. Last nights dream was special. I can't believe we were actually laughing. huh.

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 22:49:04 GMT

I can't believe how much I miss people. It is starting to hurt. Like honestly, I want to chill with people I havent seen in a while. I miss that. And just randomly seeing people. I can't wait to move back.

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 15:59:56 GMT

You Know You're From New York City When...

You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.

You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.

You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.

Hookers and the homeless are invisible.

The subway makes sense.

You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.

You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".

The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.

You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.

You consider Westchester "upstate".

You think Central Park is "nature."

You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.

You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it?s a "steal."

You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.

You pay more each month to park your car than most people in the U.S. pay in rent.

You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid.

You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed.

Your closet is filled with black clothes.

You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s, and when you did, it terrified you.

You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents.

You take fashion seriously.

Being truly alone makes you nervous.

You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.

Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."

America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.

You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.

You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.

Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.

$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.

You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.

You don't notice sirens anymore.

You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns.

Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.

You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.

You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.

You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.

Your door has more than three locks.

Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it.

You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.

You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.

You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license.

You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.

You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent.

There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.

When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.

You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.

You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are in effect.

You know what a bodega is.

You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats.

Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....

You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas

Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.

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Sat, 29 Oct 2005 15:45:04 GMT

well, got so trashed last night. my head is spinning. my expecations of him were shattered last night. we're different.

Oh my.....

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 14:59:44 GMT

I found a piece of white hair this morning. I woke up late, went into the bathroom and found it while fixing my hair. So I absolutly hate Pa. Can't wait to come back. If I stay here any longer, I swear, I will kill someone.

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 00:32:27 GMT

I like the weirdest boys.

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 15:07:14 GMT

I hate to say it, but life is not fair.

Mon, 17 Oct 2005 14:56:38 GMT

what does it mean when your nervous and anxious all the time. Oh, this is for jen, i have a story to tell you.

English

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 15:44:18 GMT

English is a terrible subject.

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 00:22:19 GMT

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Wed, 05 Oct 2005 20:50:06 GMT

Just a few more days and I'll be in Massachusettes. I can't wait till the convention. I hope I don't get nightmare's from all the scary movies.

Sun, 02 Oct 2005 19:05:52 GMT

Oh my god, so the kid who I thought was going to drop put, didn't. YAY! Gotta mak it to the boys now.

huh?

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 14:02:38 GMT

I am not going to English this morning because I did not finish my paper. Oh well. I have a test in Radio today and I just took practice quizzes and I am absolutly going to fail, maybe. I got an 88 on my commercial. My teacher said that it was cute and I have a Betty Boob voice. Hmm. Yeah so I am going to leave for class in a little. It's so fucking cold. Massachussettes next weekend. Yay! Haven't been there in mad long. I CAN'T WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 03:27:56 GMT

I am in a talking mood and I have no one to talk to. Trying to get my shit together for school is insane. I wish I had a study buddy or at least someone here to push me and get me off my ass. It's different, being 2 states away because my friends aren't there to just be with me and really I think that's all I need. I have convinced myself that I need medication when all I guess I really need is a hug. Hmm,

Sat, 24 Sep 2005 02:44:00 GMT

i watched instant star and i've decided i want to become a singer and date my producer or a rapper, which ever comes first....

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 23:34:27 GMT

Season Finale of Instant Star in an hour!!!!!!!!!!!

school

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 01:36:01 GMT

I had a nice panic attack in school today. I cried twice trying to hide behind a wall while talking to Kris. I think English brought it on. I don't have thesis for my paper yet and I got worried. My crush didn't come to class today and that made me sad. I am currently re-writing my commercial. I don't know why I get like this. Must be a family gene. I don't know. How am I suppose to be a DJ if I drop out of school? I wish it wasn't so hard. I found my CSI handbook just before and I cried. There's nothing like that school. There's nothing like Staten Island. Lord, what the hell am I doing here?

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 02:31:03 GMT

wow this is the second time im writing this and i cant remeber what i said. hmm, something about doing my sociology homework, the text is boring but i really like that class, also something about aderral or however it is spelt,need that for the learning disability,my space absolutly sucks today,still don't know what im doing in college,failed a radio test cause i didnt know how to set the levels for burning the cd,must retest next monday when everyone in my lab will get to hear my commercial which im not looking forward to,my crush didnt show up to english on monday,hope he is there tomorrow, oh and isnt it great when your finally getting over someone and unexpectedly they jump back in your life? I FUCKING LOVE IT!

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 14:38:39 GMT

how long do hangovers last? i feel like shit

Sun, 18 Sep 2005 19:42:14 GMT

i;ve got a crush, hehe, i get nervous when i talk to him,hehehehe. last night was fun, my new favorite bored game is pass out, which i did. i got a message from my english teacher saying that me and the kid next to me cheated off eachother. ha! this bitch is going down. and hey lauren, don't be sorry for having feelings.

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 15:28:11 GMT

im in english right now, its so boring, someone kill me