Life in New York

So you know how I’m marginally obsessed with home decor lately? Well, I think I have narrowed down my ideal color palette (based largely on things I already own, naturally).

It started when I fell head over feet for this little piece of gorgeousness. (Sidenote: If I ever get married in the spring, you may see this again.)

From that moment on, I haven’t been able to get seafoam green out of my head. Especially when combined with gold. Lurrrve.

So I did I quick Google image search for “seafoam green decor” and came up with these little beauties:

And because I must have bookshelves:

Swoon.

Things that drive me crazy:

1. The vending machine at my office has many things for 90 cents, but EVERY TIME you put in a dollar or four quarters, it NEVER gives you back your dime. NOT ONE SINGLE TIME. And Lord knows I can count on one hand the times I have had exact change.

2. I’m ALWAYS starving at 11:41 a.m. Which would not really be a problem, per se, if not for the eating habits of my fellow New Yorkers. This is another reason why I miss my friend Michelle. Part of our similar relationship with food included the time when we shared a cubicle as interns for a year in college. We both were starving by 10:30 (a downside to eating breakfast at 7 a.m.), but for some reason eating lunch at 11:45 is less shameful when you have a partner.

3. I’m moving this month. Probably in like two weeks because it’s looking like that’s the only unscheduled weekend for the people who are helping me. And I have packed literally nothing. Um…anyone have any boxes they want to lend me? And/or ideas of where to procure boxes…?

Did I mention I haaaaate moving?

So yeah. Thanks for being ultra negative, blog. I’m actually not in a pessimistic mood today. Just tired. And hungry.

I don’t have a lot of requirements for my dream home. To be more specific, I have two.

1. I want a garbage disposal. I know. I know. They jam up literally all the time, they’re knocked completely out of commission by something as pathetic as a chicken bone, and it makes it about a million times more likely that something like THIS will happen to me.

But the thought of spending my entire life having to avoid rinsing a dish in the sink or be forced to clean out the drain trap with MY HAND is enough to make me politely look the other way in terms of those potential cons. (Besides, what are the odds that my disposal will be haunted…right?)

2. Bookshelves. Lots. This requirement is actually much more important to me than the first one (although the first one is still important. Deal with it.). As you know, I love grammar and reading, so this should really come as no surprise.

So why do I bring this up now? Well, as some of you know, I’m getting ready to move into my first place sans roommates. Which means the decor of which is left to my sole discrection.

Now, naturally I cannot create THIS look:

Or this:

But I do have two of these bookshelves (that I built with my bare hands. You may recall.). So…I could maybe do something similar to this:

Heck, it’s a start.

Images courtesy of Delight by Design and Habitually Chic

So, you know how (in general) I keep my crippling fears to myself? Well, prepare for me to break that rule. A little. Just this once.

My deepest, darkest fear? Being embarrassed. In my opinion, there is truly no worse feeling than humiliation.

If you read this blog regularly, you’ve probably realized that I don’t take myself THAT seriously. (And if you don’t read this blog regularly, what’s WRONG with you? Of course I’m kidding…but seriously.) But despite my penchant for self-deprecation, it’s a whole new animal when you cross that oh-so-fine-line from laughing with you to laughing at you.

For example, remember how I get nervous about team sports because I don’t want to get yelled at for letting people down? That stems from my fear of embarrassment. (I’m serious; that girl who yelled at me SCARRED me for life.)

Another aspect of my life that is forever effected by my phobia? My sleeping patterns. More specifically, my ability to sleep on trains, planes, and virtually any other public sphere. You already know that sometimes I just can’t sleep, but this is different. I could be legitimately ready to pass the heck out, but unless I’m tucked away in my bed where no one is LOOKING at me, it won’t happen. Sorry, Charlie, but I’d rather go through life all bleary-eyed than chance the possibility of drooling, snoring, or otherwise humiliating myself by doing something weird/gross in my sleep (AKA, looking like THIS guy) where someone could see me.

So WHY is any of this relevant? Well, if you’re referring to “relevant to life in general” and/or “important world affairs,” this blog is never relevant. So get off your high horse.

But it IS relevant to my life because in a month I’m moving a bit farther from the city where I work, meaning a longer commute. On a train. In the very early morning. When my natural inclination will be to sleep. But I won’t be able to. Because of the aforementioned fear.

I know what you’re thinking: “WILL SHE OVERCOME HER FEAR TO ATTAIN THE SLEEP SHE SO DESIRES?!” (Ok, maybe you’re only thinking that if you’re Don LaFontaine.)

But you know what? Maybe, just maybe in this brave new world where I share deep dark fears, I will be able to sleep on a train. I’ll keep you posted.

Photo courtesy of Amir Zamani

So, remember that time (almost a year ago) when I won tickets to Shakespeare in the Park?

Well, even though I can say that my life did significantly improve from that point on (though not necessarily due to luck so much as a lot, lot, LOT of effort), my winning streak effectively took a leap off a cliff. As in, I haven’t really won a single thing since then except for Scrabble games against my cell phone.

Until. YESTERDAY.

One of the biggest lessons I ever learned from my dear friend Michelle (besides the best ways to tone my abs in pilates) was that there is a lot of free stuff out there to be had — one simply has to put in a minimal amount of work. Michelle always sends me email forwards to get free things like granola bars and chocolate and shampoo and whatnot, and this has encouraged me to seek out other ways to get free things.

Which brings me to yesterday.

On days when I don’t feel like going outside or when I’m having a night in, I’ll use a delightful service called Delivery.com to order food. Am I proud of this? Well…I’m not NOT proud.

I also frequent a little site called Twitter (have you heard of it? It’s shaking up THE WORLD.*), and one day I discovered that Delivery.com has its own Twitter feed. My Michelle-trained spidey senses started tingling, and I decided to follow it in case they ever advertised coupons or deals or something.

Well, yesterday they posted a tweet that if you re-tweeted it (that’s when you basically tweet the same thing they did for all of YOUR followers, Dad), you would be entered to win a free dinner.

Again, this took minimal effort, so naturally I did it.

And you guys. I. WON.

I had free sushi for dinner. And the leftovers will be today’s lunch. So that’s TWO free meals.

So I guess my luck hasn’t exactly taken a leap, just more of a sabbatical. Here’s to a lucky day every year or so.

*Sarcasm.

Photo courtesy of emmas designblogg

A friend recently pointed out that my past few blogs have been a bit shorter than usual (or rather, he accused me of being lazy).

Ok, so, it’s kind of true. On both counts. In the spirit of mixing more longer posts in with the shorties, here we go.

Updates:

1. Still in the throws of searching for an apartment. Barker and I have a dinner date at home tonight, so I’m sure much Craigslisting will be done.

2. Our landlord has also started showing our apartment. It’s never looked cleaner. (Minus my bed, which is unmade. Oops. Fortunately I will be home tonight in time to whip that into shape before the prospectives arrive.)

3. This week I am getting my hair cut AND going shopping for the first time in a million billion years (Exaggeration. But not by much.). I like to think of it as personal spring cleaning.

4. My college is having it’s annual New York Trip for Magazine Majors this week. They will be traipsing around my office this Thursday. I may or may not have forgotten about the trip until this week. (Inman, if you’re reading this, I’m joking. To everyone else…yeah, I think you know me well enough at this point.)

5. The boyfriend and I have decided to start playing tennis. He is athletic. I am not. But I have a pretty new racket, so of course I’m down.

My goals for April are as follows:

1. Clean out my clothes (again).
2. Find an apartment for the next year of my life.
3. Get better at tennis?

…Ok, I’ve stretched this as long as I can. My friend should be clamoring for shorter posts any minute now.