Thursday, 29 April 2010

concrete jungle

me ky & kel red eyeing it out to the n.y.c. thank you jet blue.


so i live in new york apparently. it has been a strange past week and the fact that i don't know exactly how long i will be here doesn't necessarily help my sense of what's going on. anyway, i thought i would give a brief update on my few days in the big apple.

a few weeks ago i found out i wouldn't be starting my actual internship until may 3rd, but the fact that i already had airfare meant i had a week to do nothing. or everything, depending on how you want to look at it. it has been real fun but i'm getting realll antsy. every day my friends come home and tell me how their days were and i start PSYCHING MYSELF OUT. yarg. also, this place is expensive. the fact that our first trip out of our home found us at anthropologie would suggest that we aren't doing much to help ourselves avoid temptation... just have to get it out of my system though right? so far it's been gotten out on a lot of delicious food, museums, and bookstores. central park is the gloriously free exception. it's been a great week in the city and soon enough i will be a hard working woman again.

so here is my home. welcome to the Ihouse, where no one speaks english!!! i was just glad to know it wasn't the iHouse.

in reality the "i" stands for "international." it's located in harlem, or if you're talking to your parents, "morningside heights." we had one interesting experience getting off at the wrong subway stop. i was just grateful it was daylight and i was with men. ben turned to me and asked how i liked being the minority for once. i guess there aren't many other mormons who live in harlem...

anyway, lots of columbia students live here and most everyone is from some crazy place. the first day alone i met someone from cameroon, (i swear that's a place right?) azerbaijan and iraq. some of the other cougars are not fans but i'm borderline obsessed with this place. it sometimes smells like a hostel and the bedrooms are TINY.


at one point i attempted to touch both walls with my legs whilst sitting on my bed. i can't make it quite to the wall, but i can touch the dresser. i think that should count. my window has already been windblown into my room and SHATTERED all over everything but they cleaned it up in a few hours while i was in times square. so what can i complain about?


oh the blanket. so one of the blankets they gave me looks like someone skinned an ewok.


see. super close up. it has shards of the forest lodged in it.

but they gave me another pretty one to use. i use the brown one to do situps on since i can't go to the fitness center here yet. another long story. but ohhhh! i got a mini fridge for my room the other day so i can maintain a healthy weight gain.

there is this gorgeous park right next to us, as well as a cathedral.

also, ulysses s. grant anyone? his tomb is about 15 seconds to the right of my front door. one of those things you never thought you'd say.


my bathroom. communal, but nice.


the people who live here are so great. seriously the nicest, friendliest roomiez i could ask for. we have a dining room in the bottom that has surprisingly good food, a lounge and even a pub. (you know, international for 'restaurant.')

so it's great! so far.
it's different being here this time. i think the way you see this place changes depending on why you're here. i'm not trying to act like i'm a local because i'm not. but on the subway all i see now is work. people here just work and work and WORK. some because it's the only way they can survive, some so they can prove they deserve a job, some because their wife has to keep shopping on 5th ave. i've ALWAYS dreamed of living here. it seems like such a glamorous thing to do, thank you sara jessica parker and jen aniston. but i think our blinders are being removed.

the energy here is amazing. it's also exhausting. the job opportunities here are overwhelming. they also take every minute of your life. i think every one of us would tell you we don't know exactly why we love doing what we do, or how we ended up here. every person i talk to who's in advertising or knows someone else who is tries to warn me that we work long hours. but guess what. so do doctors. and finance guys. and the doorman who stands in the bottom of your building all night.

so good thing i like what i'm doing right? let's hope i can say that tomorrow...ha.

i have no idea where i'll end up. but for now i feel so lucky i get to try out this whole manhattan thing. here goes nothing.

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

we get it.


so many things i could say. most of them including fake leis and roxy stickers. for now i will keep it simple-i'm not a fan of car graffiti.

Monday, 12 April 2010

today i really miss her.

shellers attempting to juggle when we were in spain. just found this at my parent's house. i am sad.

Friday, 9 April 2010

pants?

so lately i've been faced with what i would consider a minor moral dilemma. it can be summed up in one little word-LEGGINGS. i feel invincible when i wear them them, almost like i'm wearing nothing at all. but some see leggings as the next threat to mormon modesty, the spaghetti-strap tank of the 2000's.

so i got real letter of the law one day and consulted my dictionary widget, where leggings are defined as: "tight-fitting stretch PANTS worn by women and children."

ok, so kids wear them. but hey. the dictionary said they were PANTS!! the freakin dictionarayy.
after reading this i was empowered to wear my leggings out of the house. then i got to campus, where suddenly i felt as though i was jogging by my bishop's house in booty shorts and a tank top. judging stares and guilty conscience!!! yuggg.

immodesty is not my goal in wearing leggings, i swear. but i, like all of you, purchased these boots from target this year.

anyone want to share how you stuff your jeans in these babies? i took my method from the lovely kellee cook. you start with tube socks. put sock halfway on. roll up jeans. fold pant leg over, creating a 'peg effect.' finish putting on sock over jeans, securing the peg in place.

unfortunately, the only socks i own that are long enough to do this with are either neon and fuzzy or holiday themed. gets realll awkward when you have to take off your shoes at a party in march and you're wearing bright orange socks with embroidered witches on them.

in general i have avoided wearing leggings in favor of the pant-pegging, so as to avoid this dilemma altogether. but one night i went to salt lake to hang out with some heretics from the U and felt like a downright SCHOOLTEACHER. (not that i don't have hot schoolteacher friends.) i kid you not EVERY girl there was sporting leggings. they didn't even have long shirts!!! i hate those moments when i cannot deny that i live in a bubble.

my mother experienced some similar legging-wearers.
"they just wore leggings!! just...leggings and a shirt!"
"yeah, mom. people wear that."
"just leggings? tight, on their buns? i could see..." (descriptive hand gesture)
"yes mom."

of course, leggings aren't the only name by which this 8th deadly sin is known. there's the occasional stuck-in-the-80's title, leggins (lay-gn's), stretch pants, yoga pants, or my new favorite, JEGGINGS!

ladies and jentlemen, i give you THE JEGGING.

mmm anorexia never looked so good.

can't we call them something else? leans? spandings? pights? either way, these things are the rationalization that will solve all my woes!!! right?? tight as leggings with jean-like features! the problem is, i had this one dance costume, which somehow didn't make this post, that was black dance pants with denim-esque rhinestone "pockets" on them. i thought they were so hot. i think i even showed up to a social gathering straight after rehearsal 'on accident' one time but i can't be sure. one of those memories i've tried to tamper with, horace slughorn style.

anyway, i cannot decide which direction my moral compass is pointing. if anyone has an opinions or solution to the question of what 'pants' truly means, i implore your advice. thank you.