Day 5

 Welcome to my new life. Just call me urchingirl, as in street urchin. If you see that girl in the brown leather jacket, toting her heavy laptop bag back and forth through Williamsburg, with a furrowed brow, greasy scowl on her face, eyes lowered to the ground...that's me. Just trying to keep busy, keep my head up, and stay around friends but that's not always possible. Thank god for cigarettes, cheap coffee and cafes with patios and free wifi. These are my new friends. The apartment search seems futile as I'm determined to move back to Williamsburg, my constant security blanket. My home since I left home to move to this crazy city. My very own Cheers, where everybody really does know my name. Just walking down the street with genuine smiles and friendly waves. It is comforting in a way. I've spoken to my mother more in the past four days than I have in the past four months. My one source of true unconditional love. I have been surrounded by friends thus far, but today starts the dealing with this on my own phase. It's ok though. Everything is happening as I am ready for it. I'm still no where near fine. Don't expect to be for quite some time.

The heartbreak blog

Day 3 of project breakup. This one is fresher than fresh. I am lying on our bed in our room as I type this and I am out of my mind with grief. No one can tell me anything that can make me feel better. Crying constantly has become the new normal. There is a constant drizzle outside that perfectly matches up with my emotional state. I'm staying with friends but he's gone this weekend so I decided to come here to see the cat and pretty much just freak out and get it all out of me. I looked around at the room we rearranged together. Read the lyrics of some breakup songs that he wrote. Collapsed on the bed and sobbed through cries of "No...no no!" Smelling him on the pillow the entire time. I don't want to break up. I'm not ready to give up. All I want is him. I can't see out of this darkness. We were so happy. He told me he really did want to marry me once. But now he feels trapped. I know there is probably no changing of his mind, but what can I say? I'm devastated. All I want is to be with him still. He swears to me he has nothing else going on but it's hard to understand then why he's just over it. I don't have the love of my life anymore, and I don't even have a place to call home. I am sadder than sadder than sadder than sad. I don't want to break up.

Holly and the hellions

Massive headache from last night.  Ouch. Puck Fair, bar at the pier, Darkroom, and Max Fish.

We rearranged our bedroom last weekend and it's so great. Tons more space now and a nice relaxing environment to work, play, and sleep in. If you have the space to rearrange your room I highly recommend it.

What should I be for Halloween? I want to be some kind of zombie. Maybe zombie princess, or zombie housewife, or maybe just be a hellion. What is a hellion exactly? Not sure but I like the way it sounds.

I wish my hair would grow faster.

The fall weather is nice, but it makes me want to shop.

I'd really like to play some scrabble this weekend.

That's it for now.

Montauk Madness

 For Labor day weekend, my friend Katie invited me to Montauk to hang with her family. I'd never been, so I happily agreed and we hopped the Hampton Jitney and were on our way. Montauk is great. A quaint little beach town / fishing village and being from the Keys I naturally felt right at home. 

 The first day though we had an unfortunate rainstorm that just wouldn't quit. So I seized the opportunity to destroy Katie and her parents in numerous games of Scrabble. What fun! No really, it WAS fun! I love Scrabble. The Scrabble tournament was actually a highlight. 

 We did however have our one night out on the town. Katie and I went to this adorable place called the Surf Lodge, and our night went on from there.

We met some nice folks who wanted to buy us shots and beer! Yay!

We were so excited, we rubbed our noses together and made a wish!

and POOF, a genie appeared out of a beer bottle.

I'm not sure what Katie wished for, but the next thing we knew, this was happening: 

 After that we really had to get out of there. Luckily we met a rad cabby named Taxi Joe who drove us home and told us dirty jokes the entire ride. Sweet!

 The final day of the trip was spent lounging on the beach where I achieved my final crispy sunburn of the summer. It sure felt good. 

 All in all a lovely weekend. Thanks to Katie and the fam for having me.

 

Back that thang up!

 For those of you who don't think it's necessary to back up your computer files, or even just think, 'Oh I'll do it later' or 'oh even if my computer starts to act quirky I'll be able to save everything before it's too late.'  THINK AGAIN!  I implore you. It's really not so hard to upload all of your photos onto a sharing sight like flickr, photobucket or even facebook. Most of us have ipods to back up our music. That leaves text files like resumes and bad poetry that we're too shy to post on our blogs and those can all go on discs. 

 I am blogging to you from an empty computer right now. I lost six years of digital photos, mp3 downloads (many of which were purchased) and all of my resumes. Not to mention my borrowed copy of word.  (Anyone have an extra copy for me so I can rewrite those lost resumes?) 

 I'm not gonna lie...it totally sucks! So consider this a public service blog on the dangers of not backing up your files. Backitup backitup backitup now! Go, do it. You'll be glad you did. I sure wish I had.

Apparently the same thing happened to Bone-Thugs-and-Harmony once. They also implore you to "Back that thang up!"