early 2000's tv

OTH ( meant to be said like OMG). i am slightly late, ok 2 years late. but whatevs. i just finished the 9 glorious seasons of one tree hill (in just about 6 weeks, don't judge me). why dont they make shows like this anymore? just regular people, no vampires or witches or anything. just regular people, going through regular things, in spectacular ways. had i watched this show in high school when it actually aired, i may have never gotten married. because my expectation of love watching naley (nathan and haley, i die) would've been so ridiculous.

i was a nathan fan from day 1. even when he was a little turd. he was still so cute, in that bad boy a*hole way. but watching their love story develop and grow, along with their family. amazeballs. chad michael murray was annoying, and whiney. if you were a fan of him, gross.too emotional. he thought too much, nathan just acted. also, no one will ever love you or me as much as nathan loves haley. 

dead.

there are no shows on tv right now like the ones from the late 90's early 2000's. the teen dramas. gossip girl, gillmore girls, one tree hill, dawsons creek. NONE. name me one! and its sad. there are no cult classics for teens anymore. and it makes me sad. but thankfully there is netflix to fix that. although, they may find some of the fashions weird, platform sandals and halter tops. so cool, i die!

i highly recommend to anyone, in their mid twenties, to go back and watch any of these shows. they were called feel good shows for a reason. they make you feel good! watching OTH i literally felt good, cried, laughed. everything. it was an emotional roller coaster that i am glad to say i got right back on (so fucking lame). 

i think when i have kids ill continue my no cable living. just showing them the classics netflix has to offer. they will never learn the same life lessons they can from dawsons creek as compared to say, vampire diaries. unless of course your child is a vampire, then by all means, proceed. the set up is always the same, but always works. popular cheerlearders/jocks vs nerdy book kids. they somehow form an alliance and their worlds cross and they unite the school, fuck they unite the whole town (which is always small and so cute).

get on the early 2000 teen drama bandwagon. youll love it.

jay-z with my mom

this christmas i received what every white, middle class, mid-twenty year could hope for. jay-z tickets to the magna carter world tour at the barclays center. not only that, my mom bought them for me and accompanied me. it was amaze balls. but first, let's recap our journey to get there.

we (my mother, myself, and my hipster sister cassandra all patrons of the concert) decided to go down to atlantic avenue early so we could eat before the show. we said we'd leave at 6, eat, and make it perfectly for the concert that started at 8. (cassandra will later say she was never part of this conversation, but she was) mom has an obsession with the marriott and wanted to eat there, which was fine with me (until we also discovered just how far apart the 2 locations were).

the day of the concert i wake up, watch some one tree hill, fry chicken cutlets for phils lunch, shower, and get dressed. it's now 5pm and i tell phil to drive me to my mothers. he doesnt understand why i need to go to her house an hour early, but i explain that they will need a fire under their asses to get moving. sure enough, i get there and my moms on the computer and cassandra is m.i.a.

mom gets ready in record timing, but we still have no idea where cassandra is, and shes left her phone at home (the steam is rising in my body at this point) at 615 i am convinced we are skipping dinner and will have to now wait for her to arrive, whenever that may be, and just head to the concert. at 630, she graces us with her presence. SHE'S NOT EVEN DRESSED. at least she was showered, so it cut her getting ready time in half (which was fine because mom was in the kitchen frying eggs for the dogs anyway).

we get into the car and i tell my mom to take flatbush, the obvious route to the barclays. she insists that shed prefer to take the belt to the bqe to the atlantic ave exit, to avoid stop and go on flatbush. i dont get it, but we drive on. were on the belt for about 30 seconds when we hit a hole that must've been formed from an asteroid hitting earth. this was immediately followed by 3 smaller holes. as we slow down and realize the tire is losing air quickly i notice 7 cars pulled over, all changing their tires. RIDIC. we get off by clementes and have 2 options. call AAA or call someone to help us. (keep in mind we're already running late and these two momos still want to eat) i call phil, who was probably just setting himself up to watch a movie. he comes and changes the tire all in good time. its about 730, we venture on.

we park on dean street and they see a diner. its too close to show time, and i let them know, that if i miss him coming on stage, i will kill them. they didn't seem alarmed as we ended up eating in the diner across the street. i thought itd be better to use the bathroom here than in the barclays. to get to the bathroom you had to go into the basement (that had an unusually short ceiling), through a storm door, and a small hallway. i went quickly before this night turned into the opening scene of an SVU episode.

we walk the 4 blocks to the barclays and its about 830. this was my first time there. its a pretty awesome venue. so brooklyn. once we were in the building i felt better. we got our drinks and headed for our seats. 45 minutes later (yes at 930) jay comes on stage, and the rest is history.

what a fucking show. honestly. its just such a good vibe. like partying with thousands of people who are relating to the music in different ways, but appreciating it all the same. an hour and a half later it was over. my 6th (must be 6 by now) jay-z concert had finished. for a night that started off with uncertainty, it surely ended up big pimpin' (see what i did right there).

baby its cold outside

i know, i know. i haven't written since christmas eve and you're all freaking out thinking i ended my blogging days. but have no fear, i am back. i've just been busy, you know, keeping up with my summer 05' sleeping schedule. oh you don't know what that is? that's when you go to sleep at 5am and wake up at 2pm. i basically had 2 weeks off of work, and it was glorious. but yesterday i returned. and to be honest, was too damn down to write anything. the monday after being off for 2 weeks is a really sensitive time in a persons life. i was teetering on homicidal/suicidal. but now that it has come and gone, i feel back in the swing of things again. (is that a good thing? being in the swing of things?...i digress)

i hope everyone had a wonderful christmas (yes i'll say christmas on here, it's my page)! i say chrstimas because i refuse to say 'holiday'. we all know what i'm talking about. and it's not x-mas, how lazy are you? i also hope everyone rang in the new year with someone they love. whether it be family, friends, or an actual lover. 

i don't know why people on facebook get so mad when someone makes a status about the weather. obviously you can look out your window and tell its snowing, but maybe im just writing about it because im so excited. or maybe you dont know its 103 degrees out because you havent stepped outside yet, so youre welcome! they actually waste their time writing an anti-weather status, thus drawing more attention to the weather they so desperately wanted to ignore.


so today is freezing out eh? no but for real, its 7 degrees and the windchill makes it feel like 12 degrees below zero. we are literally in a polar vortex. A POLAR VORTEX. (has my second dream come true and my life is actually a movie?) i almost expect to walk outside and see chinese tourists frozen in their places with their cameras pointed at the freedom tower. 

my legs were literally burning this morning walking to the bus. i also managed to get a brain freeze just from walking against the wind. i immediately thought of my survival skills and how if i got lost in the woods in the middle of winter, id definitely die quickly. i also thought about how freezing to death must be horribly painful. then i thought maybe freezing to death wouldn't be so bad if it meant i could stop walking and not go to work. but i kept walking, didnt freeze to death, and am here. anticipating the cold wait for the bus after dark tonight.

the bus was a pleasant safe haven today. i mean dont get me wrong, the MTA still sucks dick. BUT the bus was perfectly toasty with a side of quiet. i often sleep more soundly on the bus than in my own bed. go figure.