This Yellow Taxi Cab In Which I Ride

It's a new year and I have been out of the house a couple of times so far. Which essentially means I'm not fulfilling my resolution of hybernating until spring. Although, this morning (it's really almost noon), I find myself in bed and not wanting to get out of it regardless of how much crap housework I have to do today. I have heard the phone ring twice and my cell phone buzz once and I haven't made any moves to detach myself from the bed. One of the times-that-I-left-my-house-so-far-this-year was suppossed to be fun and somewhat fulfilling. It turned out to be awkward and I left. I went to an open mic night in Fultonville. I had first heard about the open mic some time last summer and had every intention of attending some time. It is held once a month in a basement in a church. I finally made myself go (telling myself it was my new year's resolution to put myself in new situations) this past Saturday night. I arrived at about ten minutes to seven, found the sign u...

I wasn't planning on writing about 2009 until 2010, but I'm awake and I can't sleep. I had a rather trying day at work today and have been feeling quite unfulfilled since then. My hope is that unloading some thoughts into this blog-thing will result in enough easing of my mind in order for me to fall asleep. It has now become a ritual on the blog for me to write about the past year on New Year's day. First, however, I re-read the previous New Year's day post and compare and contrast (apparently) last year's self to this year's self. The 2008 post is found here. The first thing I noticed in re-reading the post is that a lot of positives occurred throughout 2008. There were lights at the end of tunnels and I generally seemed to make steps in good directions. One thing that I didn't post about that day, but was on my mind non-the-less, was my relationship with Stephanie. It was about that time that things started to feel not-right. There were many discussio...

Being that I celebrated Christmas/my-birthday with my family on the Saturday six days before actual Christmas/my-birthday, the 25th of December was rather uneventful. There were no candles to blow and no wishes to make. There was no out-of-tune and out-of-sync singing of happy birthday . And there were no spankings and/or a pinch-to-grow-an-inch. Especially, there were no hugs. There was very little socializing (I attempted to go to a gathering at a friend's place, but no one else was gathering and so I left so the boyfriend/ex-boyfriend -- she and he couldn't seem to agree -- could be there without the oddity of my random being-there-ness). Even so, I felt mostly fulfilled, as I had received many merry-and/or-happy-birthdays from friends and family via facebook messages, myspace messages, text messages, and phone calls. I also got to spend my birthday (for the first time in my entire life!) doing just exactly what I wanted to. And for this year, I wanted to play a video game t...

It has been a very buys last two weeks. I haven't had the time to sit, organize my thoughts, and blog. I'm not quite sure where to start. It really has been that busy and my thoughts are a whirlwind. Two Thursdays ago, I attended Open Mic as usual. It was a good night overall, and I feel as though I did a particularly good job on my Christmas song, Frozen . I also played Endless . After playing I received really wonderful compliments from some people in the audience. One was from, Tom (think), who hosts an open mic in Fultonville at a church once a month. He was quite impressed with Frozen , which made me feel very good. I have to say that it may be one of my most well-written songs as far as the whole package is concerned. On Friday and Saturday, I did some Christmas shopping and started making my black santa hat (yes, I bought materials and sewed a santa hat for myself -- I can be quite crafty). I wrapped gifts for my family and put them underneath my tree. The doing of these...

Ho Ho Hosting Caffe Lena's open mic!! Lots of christmas songs. It's freezing cold outside but feels warm in the caffe. Friends and songs. It doesn't get any more christmas spirity than this. Love it!! Ho Ho Hosting

It's not very late on a cold December Sunday. Even so, I am in bed (which is where I spent a good portion of my day) being warm and sleepy. The headache that I have had since this morning is finally subsiding and I feel that I may be able to fall asleep peacefully without being in pain. The comfort of this realization has prompted me to open up blogger and write. You see, it has been a while since I've blogged. Two weeks, as a matter of fact. And I should have a lot to write about. The problem with having a lot to write about is that when you do open blogger a whole bunch of things start to happen: 1) You have no idea where to start 2) You fear that you'll forget to write about something 3) You leave out bits and pieces of things in order to prevent yourself from writing a lot 4) You know it's going to take a while to get it all down, so you give up and leave it as a draft. All such thoughts are going through my head... Still, I haven't blogged in two weeks and I ne...

It is now Sunday. Which means I am three days late writing about day six of my vacation and two days late writing about seven five. I'm a bad blogger some times. I have been very busy since being home. There was a gathering Saturday night at a friend's house and I have had to unpack and tidy things up after the unpacking. I picked my cat up on Saturday and slept A LOT. I guess I was partially jet-lagged and partially behind on sleep. I have also been taking care of the sunburn that I had gotten on Thursday and haven't written about yet... Okay. Time for the catch up. I woke up Thursday morning (Day 6 of the Vaca) in the late morning and went straight for the poolside. Of course I put on sun tan lotion and took extra care to make sure I covered my back. In fact, I put on SPF 15 first and then added SPF 30 to my back because I had gotten a little red in some spots. In the next four hours, I laid on my stomach, laid on my back and switched back and forth between the two. I...

I don't remember getting a tattoo last night... I do remember getting the word "Light" stamped on my left hand when I walked into a dance club (time out: Yes. I went into a dance club). I attempted to wash "Light" off my hand, but it doesn't seem to want to come off at this time... More on the dance club later. First a catch up. I woke up Wednesday morning and had some breakfast. My plan for the day? Lay by the pool. What did I do? I laid by the pool. First, I went across the street to shop for a beach towel. I had checked out some other places the night before, but didn't find any that weren't either cheaply made or costing more than I wanted to spend.

Today, I saw something that I have never seen in real life before... but first: a catch up. I woke up this morning late again. I love me some sleeping in time. Got dressed, ate breakfast, and packed my stuff. Then I hopped in my lame rental car and headed off toward Ormond Beach (which is a part of Daytona Beach) and my hotel. I felt sad leaving Tif's house. I had a blast catching up and just hanging out. Tif is fun 100 percent of the time! My lame Hyundai Accent became a little less lame when I figured out how to change the EQ on the radio. Whoever had the car before me turned the treble way up and the bass down. WHO TURNS THE BASS DOWN !?!?!?!? No wonder I had to blast the radio just to hear the beat. I fixed the problem and felt a little bit better about driving it. It took me a little less than an hour to get to my hotel. I checked in and brought my stuff up to my room, smelling the salty sea the entire time. Here are some pictures of my room and the view: Aft...

I am sleepy. So very sleepy. It's almost 11 and I've just returned from having a great dinner with Tif and her friends near Cocoa Beach. We ate at a bar and grill called (appropriately) Grills . Grills is on the inter coastal waterway (not that you needed to know that) and there was a nice breeze that kept things cool on an otherwise warmish night. Right now, Tif is (seriously) using a nail file (at my suggestion) to fix a tooth crown that broke on her today. And it worked, apparently. So, the moral of the story is: if you ever break your tooth crown, you can use a nail file to smooth out the sharp parts and make your mouth happy. Today's blog posting is soundtracked by the song Cape Canaveral by Conor Oberst. This is because there are a lot of signs around and to Titusville that also direct you to Cape Canaveral, which prompts me to think about -- and sing -- the song. I am listening to it on iTunes right now. This morning, I got a late start. The alarm went off at...

I am sitting at my friend Tif's house. We just got home from an adventure at Sea World! We had a fabulous time. Firstly: a catch up. Albany. The plane boarded a little sooner than was planned and there were only like 40 people on it so it boarded fast. We ended up landing about 30 minutes earlier than expected, which was sweet because the line for picking up the rental car was long and took forever. I picked up my car. It's a Hyundai Accent and looks like this:

The Rental. Hyundai Accent.

Dolphin

At Sea World. Watching a whale show. Sitting in the 'soak zone.' having a blast. Remind me to tell you about the roller coasters and getting soaked on the Antlantis ride. Right. Done texting. Back to the show. Shamu

I am sitting in the Albany International Airport wishing I had my guitar. I'm afraid to travel with it, don't want anything to happen to it. Maybe when I get some money I will buy a "travel guitar" for future travels. There is free wi-fi here. Yay! I hope there is the same at my condo. I'm insanely early for my flight... my dad dropped me off and had an appointment to go to for work, so I couldn't get here any later. No problem. I can type. Click-clickity-click-click-click.

Why do we dress up on Halloween? I know why I dress up. Because it's cool to hide yourself and be someone else for a period of time. The more covered up my face is the better. But, seriously, why this tradition? A quick google search gave me this result on the origin of Halloween: This Halloween (or All Hallows' Eve, in its proper name) the streets will fill with children looking for sugar highs, parents dreading dentist bills, teens looking for mischief and the party crowd celebrating at any excuse. But that's not how it started. Halloween is the modern incarnation of the Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced Sah-ween, because Celtic spellings and pronunciations are worlds apart), which was first celebrated about 1000 B.C. Most Celtic European cultures had some sort of commemoration of Samhain on Nov. 1, the Celtic new year. Activities began on Oct. 31, the last day of the old year, the day of the last harvests before frost set in. It was the day that farmers would decide...

Halloween. The party I was intending on going to was canceled last minute due to the host being ill. I was lucky enough to find a friend from high school who wanted to go out for a drink. We met at Partner's Pub in Johnstown and chatted and watched the Yankees Games -- even though neither of us could have cared what happened. It was a fun time. Afterwards, we walked to the Miss Johnstown Diner -- the legendary greasy spoon. My friend went home and I started to walk myself home. Then I realized that if I spent a little more time out, I might be good enough to drive home. So, I walked to a different bar: O'Connors. I ran into a friend outside and chatted with her for a moment. Then I went in to see if there was anyone else I knew. I walked toward the back of the crowded bar, weaving in and out of groups of people that were milling about. I found myself face to face with a scantily clad girl. She was very ugly. She took my hat off (the fedora) and put it on her head. She start gyr...

It's six o'clock and trick or treat has begun in my town. It's raining and dreary and I'm certain that trick or treaters are soaked and sobbing as they trip over their costumes up people's porches for a fun size candy bar. It would be a hell of a lot cheaper use up less time to just go to the store and buy a bag of candy rather than buying a costume. I'm just thinking logistically. I'm home and most likely will be for the night. A party that I was invited to was canceled due to the host's unsuspected being sick. I'm hoping to go out tonight, but my friends are not. They are staying in because of the late night last night. Last night, was a block party. I dressed up as the Crow (picture in previous post) and hated it. The make up took forever to put on, didn't come out good to begin with, and felt strange on my face. It was hard to wash off and I look creepy in all of the pictures that were taken. (Wait. That last part is a good thing. It was a Ha...

This is me on Halloween. Rather its the night before Halloween. I feel somewhat stupid... And i don't like this stiff on my face... Also, there is aparently a joke from South Park about dressing up as The Crow. Still. I'm off to a costume party. And I'm wearing a costume... Draven

I came across this article titled Four Ways to Sweep Him Off His Feet (never mind that I found it in Cosmo magazine, and nevermind why I read it either). What I find intriguing about the article is that it only mentions "four" ways to get a guy -- only four. And that is because it doesn't really take a whole lot. Truth be told, as I read the list I thought to myself, "if I could find a woman who would do one of these things once a month, I would think I found the holy grail." It's true. These are the four things that a woman needs to do. Just four. Only four things. Four. That's all. Seriously. There aren't any more. Something else that I thought was, "why don't they have 'Four Ways to Sweep HER Off HER Feet'?" And then I answered it. If there were only "four" things that a man had to do to win a woman, life would be easy. Simple. Fun. Enjoyable. However, my jaded self is here to tell you that you have to do a lot mor...