currently on my mind:

  • back in New York for 5 days
  • but don’t want to work
  • just want to have date nights and chill at cafes all day
  • dying to be on a beach
  • or at a resort in Mexico
  • I really wanna go to Montreal this summer
  • oh, summers in New York City, I better not miss out
  • June 1st deadline - can I make it?
  • what is my resume?!
  • ALL the job applications
  • branding branding branding
  • why don’t more friends call me on Skype?
  • I would kill for chicken and waffles right now
  • shower please

I have mixed feelings about this trip. For one, I realized my tolerance slash patience for traveling is getting shorter. I can’t stand or understand or even begin to cae for tourists, entire family vacations with ma and pa holding a guidebook and taking photos and videos every where they walk, I don’t understand why’d you want to be a backpacker, I don’t get visiting only major cities, and I hate tourist traps especially those stupid sightseeing buses.

At least frenchie was happy and easy to deal with. Poor guy had to deal with a few times of me freaking out over minor mishaps.

I absolutely do not like nor appreciate Judgemental Jerrys in Europe. Sorry, Portugal that I don’t know your language and can only speak Spanish but I’m also not from Spain so leave your attitude at the door, thanks. Speaking English is worse to me than butchering your pronunciation.

The native tongue here is confusing, though I kind of am intrigued. I should have tried to learn something but I had no time.

Walking, eating, and drinking, is all I did. I can only remember very few specifics. Mostly, my days were enjoyable and highly exhausting. My evenings were romantic and sweet and quiet and what I’ve been waiting for.

I hate taking photos now. Meh, hate is a strong word. Maybe I just don’t even care to anymore. Why bother? No one will understand what that moment was like, or the scenery or the breath taking views. It’s all in my mind anyway, and for only me to appreciate.

What was I supposed to see here? Where were all the monuments and stuff? I probably missed something. Oh well.

I’m not entirely satisfied, though I don’t think it has to do with Lisbon or Portugal rather a bigger need to be elsewhere. For a longer amount of time. And not return home.

Being an expat is not my thing, I don’t get that decision either. Teaching English or moving in with a lover seems so not original, I don’t know I’m kind of over those stories. Sorry, I know.

I return tomorrow might. Part of me hopes we get stuck and have to stay in Madrid over night. I’ll be fine with my tortilla and cafe con leche and Spanish speakers.

this iPad is dumb.

I’m in a very PR (not the Rican one, the “my job” one) slash Beyonce “I don’t currrrr” kinda mood. because -
10am meetings with food PR people are quite fantastic, especially when you get to eat a restaurant that just opened up last week in SoHo that the barista hates you for paying at the end of your meal but you could care less because the entire place is fucking adorable and the guy running the show cuts his own wood which he used to decorate the space, but then also raises animals in his house Upstate and you’re just like THATS SO COOL
food PR people who know their shit don’t bullshit their way around running big ass events and I can dig it
I can’t wait for March 27th
blazer, jeans, and spring boots kinda weather
also crisp, clean air and sunny days mean new sunglasses and dresses ya’ll
spontaneous walkabouts through SoHo means stopping by EuroCheapo offices for a quick catch up
meeting your boyfriend for burritos at Madison Sq Park and enjoying what a fucking doll he is
getting excited that working from home in the spring means taking half the day to be out and about and pushing work til later
remembering that at the end of the day I rule and the rest of those fuckers don’t so I can do whatever I want
coming home to Brooklyn to an empty apartment 
getting excited to redo your wardrobe, clean out your closet, and making a list of apartment moving stuff to do so you can peace the fuck out in 2 months

I’m in a very PR (not the Rican one, the “my job” one) slash Beyonce “I don’t currrrr” kinda mood. because -

  • 10am meetings with food PR people are quite fantastic, especially when you get to eat a restaurant that just opened up last week in SoHo that the barista hates you for paying at the end of your meal but you could care less because the entire place is fucking adorable and the guy running the show cuts his own wood which he used to decorate the space, but then also raises animals in his house Upstate and you’re just like THATS SO COOL
  • food PR people who know their shit don’t bullshit their way around running big ass events and I can dig it
  • I can’t wait for March 27th
  • blazer, jeans, and spring boots kinda weather
  • also crisp, clean air and sunny days mean new sunglasses and dresses ya’ll
  • spontaneous walkabouts through SoHo means stopping by EuroCheapo offices for a quick catch up
  • meeting your boyfriend for burritos at Madison Sq Park and enjoying what a fucking doll he is
  • getting excited that working from home in the spring means taking half the day to be out and about and pushing work til later
  • remembering that at the end of the day I rule and the rest of those fuckers don’t so I can do whatever I want
  • coming home to Brooklyn to an empty apartment 
  • getting excited to redo your wardrobe, clean out your closet, and making a list of apartment moving stuff to do so you can peace the fuck out in 2 months

Social Media Educator

I like that my job is just basically talking to people. 

I like that the bulk of my time is spent emailing people about making awesome shit happen.

I like that people ask me about X and I can point them to Y and Z.

I like that people come to me for advice time and again.

I like that above all else I prefer quality over quantity. 

I like that when I come to this office and sit at this table, my name comes up in conversations or calls or meetings.

I like that people are impressed by my age and my accomplishments.

I like that people think of me as simply a connector or resource.

I like that I get to spend some mornings writing notes at a lecture.

I like that I get to go to events and conferences and catch up with people who I haven’t seen for months.

I like that no matter what I have to go through, at the end of the day, this is my career that I’ve chosen and fully have control over.

2:20pm

  • fuck I have to leave in like 20mins
  • I can’t give my secrets away to you people, you gotta give a little jeez
  • there’s a laundry list of things I need to promote without being a whore about it
  • FastCo. Design is my new porn
  • I could totally nap right now
  • please everyone pay me now?
  • adult responsibilities is for suckers and I cannot deal
  • no one talk to me for like 12 hours
  • WHY HASN’T ANYONE BOUGHT TICKETS YET?!
  • I’m still hungry
  • so many emails
  • sorry I’m being so lame to you today
  • my new job is just to read and talk about food - where to start?!
  • overwhelmed

this blog has turned into the chronicles of a lazy, miserable bum 20-something girl who spends too much time alone in Brooklyn

intermittently with some drunken, optimistic moments but mostly embarrassment and disappointment.

I have no travel plans, so there goes that portion of this blog.

work is boring and currently I’ve given up til the second week of January, so no complaints to rant about right now.

my camera broke so no fun “here’s why I love NYC” pictures to show you, sorry.

all I do is sit around in new pajamas and watch endless hours of movies and TV shows (which you know I already do so well) and get emotional over the stupidest scenes.

now I’ve started to become proactive in dating, and it’s the most nerve-wracking experience. which is why I turn to Thought Catalog pieces like the one I’ll be citing in my next post to fill me with humor and satisfaction in knowing I’m not the only neurotic bitch out here.

unfollow or stop reading, I won’t be offended.

or, stick around and I’ll promise to try and be that girl who travels a lot and has an awesome job again.

KCOOLBYE

currently continuing my week of movie marathons. and wondering why people feel connected to other human beings only through drugs and alcohol. as if I couldn’t be more of an outsider to this whole logic of becoming an adult. also this movie is pretty much like “Broken English” so I can understand why it was such a hit.

currently continuing my week of movie marathons. and wondering why people feel connected to other human beings only through drugs and alcohol. as if I couldn’t be more of an outsider to this whole logic of becoming an adult. also this movie is pretty much like “Broken English” so I can understand why it was such a hit.

end of year refocus

I already started making my end of the year but really start to the new year resolutions list. it’s really less business focused seeing as 2011 was a BIG success in my professional life, and more personal accomplishments. 

I turn 26 in a few months, that’s gross. and despite how far I’ve come in many ways, there’s some basic adult life things I just really have not yet mastered. like, going to the doctor on your own, or having enough money to buy a big girl bed, or keeping cash on hand to avoid ATM fees. real simple shit that I just ignore because I’d rather do something else or have someone else take care of it for me. 

another priority is making time to help friends. but only the ones who are worth my time and energy, especially since it’s pro-bono love I’m giving here. 

also, find better friends. especially ones who want to eat simple food with me, not dumb healthy, latest craze diet, oh I only eat fusion kinda shit. 

who’s with me?!

today

  • spent the first half of the day managing my own press
  • argued with an editor over an article that I’m too proud to compromise over
  • ate two breakfasts late in the day
  • hung out at an afternoon BBQ party for my friend celebrating “non-office workers”
  • which was made up of NYC bloggers dropping names like bombs
  • since when is knowing some blogger a cool thing?
  • got on the subway with Luts from 30 Rock. yes. really.
  • tried not to laugh about riding the subway with Luts out loud, instead LQTM
  • if you get LQTM you win a high 5
  • went to a launch party for a new girl centric career/lifestyle
  • where there was an unfair amount of good looking approachable men
  • but women I would probably never spend time with
  • gave NYC tips to newbies
  • thankfully ran into a friend of mine who just quit her awesome job to start her own business
  • complained about the event not having water, ate a lot of cupcakes, and made fun of people
  • am now tired and it’s only Tuesday but I have a thousand jobs ahead
  • want to rent a cabin in Vermont this winter

in other news:

  • one week from today I’ll be blowing kids’ minds at RiderU, having coffee with my old professors and NJ friends, and devouring beers and cheesesteaks in Philadelphia
  • if I could ever get this damn car rental finalized
  • I still haven’t eaten a real meal since working non-stop the past 48hrs
  • crushing 3 presentations at once
  • gig hunting like a mad woman
  • smiling at the weather
  • needing an official office space

real quick, before I forget, Tuesday morning observations:

  • since getting this stomach virus I’ve changed my diet a little - more fruit and coconut milk/healthy drinks, less heavy meat and oils 
  • so, breakfast was a banana and vitamin
  • I KNOW DON’T JUDGE
  • wore comfy clothes to stay cool, but super cute
  • BECAUSE I HAVE A LUNCH DATE, KINDA
  • on the subway I managed to score a seat
  • then I gave it up to an older woman with her 3 grandkids
  • who were so adorable the entire ride, naming all the subway stops and asking about their day ahead
  • at one point one of them started crying for no reason and the grandma went “Whats wrong dear? why so depressed? cheer up, life’s not that hard” 
  • and I thought “geez, I need to man the fuck up too”
  • realized I’ve been getting off at Spring St - about 5-7min walk FARTHER DOWN than if I take the 6 to Bleecker St 
  • after working here since May, I just realized this. but am too lazy to change my routine
  • BECAUSE I’M PEACING OUT FOREVER ON THURSDAY
  • on the way to the office a woman just stood there as her little dog took a shit in the middle of the sidewalk
  • to which I wanted to reenact Larry David and say “THE DOG, WITHOUT THE BAG, IT’S INCOMPLETE!” but instead gave her the stinkeye
  • no one pissed me off in the elevator, miracle
  • new girl at my desk is THE WORST because she talks nonstop but says nothing! there is no point to any of the comments she makes
  • to make it worse she told us today “I took a cab to work this morning, I was too lazy to walk”
  • she moved here from LA, mind you - fuck me
  • proud of myself for arriving at 9:30am instead of 10:30am
  • crossing fingers for a good day
  • I just wanna go home and make an aragula salad

hearsay

it’s mind boggling how people you’ve blown off for whatever reason in your past, suddenly resurface into your life by happenstance.

in the past week I’ve managed to reconnect with an old flame, catch up with a college friend who I haven’t seen or spoken to in 2 years, and hung out with a girl who I thought was my enemy. all have been surprisingly forgiving, nice, and welcoming to me and I’ve been left dumbfounded at how these relationships got all screwed up because of simple miscommunication.

sometimes I think I’m too hard on people. first impressions are very important to me. but then again, I’ve let go of people abruptly even after knowing them for years for 1 mistakable action or comment or behavior. some I regret, others I could care less about. for me, sometimes I just need a friendship time out. people become unbearable when they’re constantly around or not around enough makes me angry. I’m a selfish friend, I admit. I want a partner in crime for life - not for right now, but forever. but i can never find that. friends come and go really and I’m ok with that. as long as the right ones stay, and the bad ones leave. I don’t feel like I need to single out the details of why I have left some in the dark, frankly I’d just sound like a crazy person. but what it comes down to is a single moment of “Oh.” where I realize this friendship will never last, whether its a clash of personalities, a pet peeve, a comment made, or an action taken too far. something completely unnoticeable to the outside world, yet completely apparent to me will happen where I go “ok I’m out.” and no one really ever gets that.

not all of us get along and not all friendships are life-long.

it’s also amazing the type of person I am held to be by different people. to a lot of people I’m sassy and funny. others consider me a role model and mentor professionally. others see me as a complete negative nancy. I feel pulled in different directions and get a little apprehensive around different groups, not sure which Alisha I have to be. I’ve always been one to stick to my guns, you either love me or hate me. there’s no in between. I’d rather you love the entire package, than find one little thing about me to nitpick at or be bothered by. but I can never guarantee what perspective people will hold of me.

I don’t know if I’ll be one for second chances, or if I’ll change my demeanor on how I treat others. I’m very adamant about my likes and dislikes with the people around me but it’s a bit unsettling to find people trickling in and out of your life because of something you heard someone say about you/them. I don’t think I can control that, but I’m glad there’s at least a few who will allow me back in if I ever want in.

I guess I’ll try to be nicer.

lazy Sunday bed time thoughts

it is the second week (or is it more than that?) where I’ve spent an entire Sunday in bed. I’m becoming dependent on my TV marathons and pillows while the fan blows in my face.

here’s what’s going on inside my brain:

  • thank GAWD this pain is going away
  • I have an urge to make use of my new suitcase and pack pack pack
  • I need to sell a bunch of shit on eBay or Craigslist stat
  • gotta finish this Bed-Stuy food/bar crawl guide
  • is it August yet?
  • I can’t believe I scored comp’d stays for all my trips - suck it PRETENTIOUS TRAVEL BLOGGERS OF THE UNIVERSE
  • this month will be of broketude
  • I need to get rid of all my bags, anyone want ‘em?
  • in exchange for a satchel bag, and new bikini bottoms
  • dude from Catalonia at Berry Park, please come back and marry me
  • "I can’t GIVE this away!"
  • Big Bang Theory is my life right now
  • so is Gordon Ramsay
  • I need more friendship slash travel visits
  • my nails are too long
  • I NEED A HAIRCUT and highlights
  • its time I find new jobs
  • oh, this time last year… FML