Let's get together and feel alright.

Well it has definitely been awhile, and I stand by blaming that on severe writer's (blogger's?) block. I'll give a little update.


I want to Jamaica! I had the best time ever. It was my first real vacation without my family, and my very first vacation with the boyfriend. It was honestly the best week of my life, in the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Ocho Rios, no problem mon. I must admit, we are pretty cute.

The beach was amazing, and me being the sun worshipper that I am I could not get enough of both the beach and the pool. The sun was shining, the frozen drinks flowing, and the young couple was taking a much needed vacation from the real world. Everything was irie. :) We stayed at the RIU Ocho Rios, and while we got pretty sick of jerk chicken every day, we had an absolute blast. I was adventurous like Heidi the mountain girl... only, minus the 2 braids and mountains--I actually rode a horse, climbed waterfalls, and tubed down a river. And had so so much fun doing it!

I've been back almost 2 weeks and still want to go back there every day. It was paradise, a vacation away from worries like finding a permanent job, having money for an apartment and new car payments, arguing about dumb things like the 'other woman' (better known as the Honda Accord)..... and now, being down in Jamaica and experiencing their culture and being back here really has me wondering; Why worry?

Everything will work itself out in the end, and worrying doesnt do anything but make you crazy. I have been less stressed out and less in a frenzy since I got back...and even though we are in a horrible recession, the money spent on my beautiful vacation was worth every penny.

Things I shake my head at: Part Deux.

I was reading my last "Things I Shake My Head at" post and it reminds me of "You know what really grinds my gears?" segment on Family Guy, which is considerably funnier.

Even so, I found new things to shake my head at. Yep, total zone of perplexity. 

• People who drink to make themselves feel better. If you're miserable, drinking is the last thing you should do because it only accentuates your misery and other people will then catch on and not want to be near you. Put down the booze and put on a smile. Fun!
• Earrings the size of one's own head. Um, did you realize your earrings are the size of your own head? If your earrings are larger than a Christmas ornament, I officially think I should be allowed to throw tinsel at you.
  

 

• Big dogs. I don't care how friendly your owner claims you are, you have the physical means to tear me to pieces. Therefore, I don't and wont like you nor trust you not to. Plus, you smell bad.
• People who claim it is "nice to have nothing to do on a Sunday" like I did earlier today. I hate having nothing to do, especially if it is on a weekend when I should be doing exciting things and not be going to the gym solely for the reason of passing time. Yes, that is what happened today. So. sad. At least I ran off some pent up frustration about having nothing to do today. So you people, myself included, need to reevaluate your lives.
• Those who blast obnoxious reggaeton music in strip mall parking lots. Really? Seriously?
• The fact that Edward Cullen is not real. What a shame. I'll even go with an "aww, shucks."
• The neighbor that lives down the street and feels the need to A) rev his engine to scare my little dog, B) rev his engine whenever myself or my brother drive by, and C) rev his engine to pull into his driveway. Um,  you don't need to rev your engine for people to notice your car. It's a bright neon color, I can notice it from a mile away.

That's a wrap for tonight.

I can guarantee there will be more to come.

early summer in the city.

I'm in the best mood ever. It's an absolutely beautiful 90 degree day in Boston today. Women are in the midst of cute little lunches at outdoor cafes here on Boylston, men are in chipper sunny moods over the Sox winning streak. Spring is the best time ever to be in Boston. There is absolutely no place else I'd rather be, which means I need to save every cent this summer (after my trip to Jamaica that will put a nice dent in my bank account) so I can afford to live closer to--if not in--the city. It is where I'm happiest, it has been since I was a little girl. I love the people, I love the fact that no matter what day it is there's always something going on, and I love the feeling I have when I am here. Like I am a part of something bigger than myself. It's kind of hard to explain. I wouldn't live in any other city besides Boston-- because even though it's a city, there is such a sense of community here it's unbelievable. We have the Red Sox. We have the Celtics. We have the return of the Bruins. We have the North End and Southie and the gorgeous public gardens. A few days ago I was beeping Twitter's horn.. now it's all about my city. There are just few things that can make me so happy and excited. Boston is one of those things. The beach too. And Christmas time. And of course, seeing Kevin.

Ah, the simple things. :)

#1 blurb.

I wish I could better say what's on my mind. I think I'm kind of chicken when it comes to certain things.

tweet tweet.

I really am trying to get my friends to JUMP into Twitter. So far, the only success I've had is with my MOM, and I still dont think she really gets it.

Direct complaint from Kathy Richmond: "I'm twittering the Red Sox and they're not twittering me back! How come!?"

Friends have been asking me questions like "Who cares what other people are doing?" or "Who cares what I'm doing?" and also "I'm already on Facebook so why should I be on Twitter?"

I am definitely not claiming to be an expert on Twitter, but I am a huge fan and hope to get as many as you guys as possible to be as smitten with it as I am. I've only been on since January (thanks to Maria who got me hooked and knows far more about it than I do.) She said I'd be on it more than Facebook, and at first I didn't think I would be and I didn't really think there was a point to it. Well bud, you told me so.

I rarely go on Facebook anymore, and I used to be a legitimate Facebook Addict. I'll only go on now just to upload pictures or creep on people when I'm bored. It's all Twitter's fault.

HOKAY friends & Kevin, this is why Twitter rocks hard:

Have no patience like oh, I don't know, me? Twitter is QUICK. Follow the people you want to follow. For instance, I like to get local news updates ASAP--even before they hit news websites & tv broadcasts. Here's some that I follow.

7 News

Boston.com (from the Boston Globe)

Wicked Local (Eastern MA Region)

Eagle Tribune (Merrimack Valley)

That way, I can get a ton of the latest local news by going to one site. I don't even have to read the whole story, since each "tweet" can only be 140 characters or less. That way, if the story looks interesting I can click through and if it doesn't, I can ignore it. And no need to deal with annoying pop-up ads or not being able to find what you want. (Toot toot, I'm laying on Twitter's horn right now.)

My boyfriend who for some reason is completely anti-Twitter (I think it's partly because I am anti-Hondaforums) asked "Who cares what other people are doing?"

This is my answer: EVERYONE cares what other people are doing.

People join Twitter to keep up with friends, family, your favorite celebrities, co-workers, job prospects, news stories, etc., or ALL of the above.

I am following this job-search Tweeters whose sole purpose on Twitter is to post social media/PR/Ad/Marketing jobs (since those are fields of my interest) that I may not see anywhere else.

Social Media Job tweets posted jobs from any of their followers. For example, if a company is hiring an Advertising Associate in Boston, they can Direct Message @SocialMediaJob, and @SocialMediaJob will tweet the job, letting the follower (me!) see it.

CAREERALISM gives advice from top career experts on anything regarding finding a job, keeping a job, and moving up in the workplace.

I am also following my co-workers on Twitter because since we share similar interests through work, reading their tweets is beneficial to my knowledge of PR & the media. For instance, one of my co-workers recently tweeted from the rally to save the Boston Globe at Faneuil Hall, so that was pretty cool to read about. I am also just a small intern in a sea of people with tremendously impressive experience in public relations, journalism, advertising, business, marketing, etc. so I think it is a really good idea and opportunity to establish a social networking relationship with them. I love being able to share Twitterspace with people who have really done such awesome work on so many things. (Maria, obviously talking about you & our binding day.)

I don't happen to follow any celebrities outside of Joel McHale (host of E's The Soup) because I find him to be irresistibly hilarious, although he rarely updates which is sad for me. Oh, I also follow Paul Pierce because I convinced myself he'd give me free Celtics tickets (no shot.) But come on, we live in a society absolutely OBSESSED with celebrities. My friend Meg said she would love to know what Britney Spears is doing all the time. (I didn't judge her so neither should you.) She showed skepticism on it actually being the real Britney. AGAIN, it's THE REAL BRITNEY.

Now some of her updates are from her management team & website, but I've scrolled through and a good amount of them are from her herself.

Still don't believe me guys? Go to her site: http://www.britneyspears.com/

And scroll down to "Friend Britney"

Then... friend Britney. Go ahead, see what trailor park shenanigans she has gotten herself into hour by hour!

Twitter is also awesome for sharing links & quick pictures (via Twitpic) with your followers. Ask me if you need help, I think I can say I'm not at newbie status anymore. :)

So that is my free advertising for Twitter for now. It's awesome, I love it, you should too. So join and follow me. I'll follow you too.

The only time I'll ever Tweet is on Twitter. Cause let's face it, birds are terrifying.

Peter Pan Complex

I find myself having a mild panic attack about the future a good once a week now. This is not good. Yesterday, I was at Kevin's brother's house & everyone was talking about job security and loans and retirement plans so casually, while I was freaking out on the inside. I feel like I am five steps behind everyone else and there are things standing in the way that are preventing me from catching up. I understand the economy is bad, but how much longer do I have to wait before I have some sense of security? That I have some sense of knowing when I will be able to move out of my parents' house, when I will be able to put money down a new car, when I can start making the first steps to being a fully independent adult. 

Of course I am not the only one, and there are plenty others in the same boat I am. But there are also those who are not... which makes me think- where did I go wrong?

I am forever nostalgic over the times where these worries did not exist. I remember when I was so carefree, when I did not worry about things like building equity or taxes and I yearn for those days when I could just sit back, relax, and coast.

That probably doesn't sound very grown-up right now. 

it's see ya later.

My best friend is moving to North Carolina on May 1, less than a month away, and there is nothing I can do about it. That's the first time I've actually admitted that to myself. I guess people moving away is a part of growing up, and I am truly  struggling with the concept of growing up. Not because I am not mature enough. Not because I can't handle responsibilities that come along with it. It is because once you're an adult, the ride is over. Everyone goes their separate ways, everyone is focused on work and bills and actually making something out of their life rather than just enjoying it. The small things become less significant, and the big things become more serious. There are no more careless summer nights, drinking sangria and playing cards with friends in a backyard gazebo and laughing until your sides hurt. 

And so I know I'm being a baby about it, but I am having a hard time with the fact my friend is moving away and she wont be there for me. She can't stay for me, and she can't stay for her other friends or family that will miss her, and I know that. She's so excited to be doing this for herself and she should be. She has a wonderful guy down there that I know will take care of her. I think, though, that the saying is true- There's no place like home. And while I hope North Carolina is all she wants it to be, I really do hope she moves back here some day. Marisa is like my sister. I think I may put her on a pedestal because she truly is the only person who has never let me down. I went through a lot that she was right next to me for. Happy times. My high school and, especially, college years Heartaches and breaks. The loss of my grandmother. The loss of my first love. She was there for me in ways nobody else could be, and I only hope I am as good of a friend to her as she is to me.

I know, it's not like she's dying, she's just moving away. And she'll be there to talk to and laugh with on the phone and over the computer. But it wont be the same, and I hate change. And that's just something I have to get over.