*black*SeQUiNS*

this year has been my first year of *blogging*

and so last year's NewYear's Eve, when I stumbled

upon Karla's NY'sEve look:

i thought,

"That is NewYear'sEve perfection!"

if my hUMUNgo ass

wouldn't hang out of shorts like those, I'd buy 'em.

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so, anyway...I've had my big fat heart set on

wearing

*black*SeQUiNS*

for NewYear's.

I've

seen

it everywhere:

Kate Moss's *black*SeQUiNS* cat-suit.

friggin' awesome!
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Kimmy K's

*black*SeQUiNCeD*

Alice+Oliva mini dress

GoRGE!
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...and I don't know this chick's name,

...but she's got a friggin' awesome *black*SeQUiNS* maxi shirt!

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{{deep sigh}}

i wish it was going to be a bang-zang-a-rang kind of New Year's Eve that I picture in my head, but frankly, this year, it won't be.

the mounds of un-plowed snow contributes;

the place I'm at contributes;

the lack of enthusiasm from friends contributes ["...Let's stay home...it gets crazy out there on NY'sEve..."] ... bunch 'o ninnies!

however...#26: Let. Myself. Be. At. Where. I'm. At.

I've been trying.

plus, my *bitt* is the cutest EVER! ...and got me this for Christmas [in black sequins] which -- if I'm not having that awesome, goin' out NewYear'sEve -- I can still jazz up with a cardigan or blazer...make it happen. ;)

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what NewYear'sEVE outfits are ya'll plannin' on rockin'?? ...and what're your plans!?!?!

happyWednesday, ya blog-readin' beautie-pies!

*west*side*story* EXCiTeMeNT!!

the *boyf*

bought me tickets to

West Side Story

on Broadway

for next weekend!!

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*bitt* & her boyf are coming too!

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i. Love. That. Movie.

Love love love.

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the sister and i watched it last night to psych ourselves up for next weekend!

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i fell asleep before anyone died, but

got to watch one of my favorite scenes::

{{...ba ba ba, ba ba ba, 'merica...}}
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oh, love!

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take a look below at the whole scene:

How brilliant??!!

my favorite dance segment is from 5:07 to 5:55.

I want a dress just like Rita Moreno's...all that fabric in the skirt!!

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*yay*

if you haven't ever seen,

or if you haven't seen it in a while,

add it to your weekend-movie watch list.

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happy Friday, sharks! ;)

*make-up* LOVVVE

i met Mally at Henri B's yest.

mally *make-up* was applied, purchased,

loved, and appreciated.

mally *make-up* is truth.

***

happy Thurs.

me + Mally Roncal + Henri Bendel's in NYC?? to be or not to be?

so...here's the story:

my favorite makeup-artist is Mally Roncal.

[you might have seen her on the Rachel Ray Show a few times]

she has a counter

at Bendel's in NYC

[shown below]

i made an appointment for my bitt & i to get the makes done by her people on Wednesday, November 3rd because...she will be in the house!

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so exciting...I'd get to meet her!

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however,

my sister has sham-college lab class,

she doesn't want to come,

and I don't want to go solo...

...

...

...

...

...

...but should I??

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I really want to go, and

finally get to purchase some of her totally awesome makes!
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it would be an adventure,

if nothing else,

GPSing my way through the streets of NY,

getting a make-over for no reason,

getting to meet Miss Mally herself!

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i keep thinking:

save it for a better time

when thesis papers aren't due,

when you have luxury time to travel into the city,

and luxury money to spend on things such as make-up...

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then i think:

yo, girl!

your *2010* is HERE!

...and it's

almost up!

Your birthday's right around the corner,

treat yo'self, homie!

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what's your opinion on the matter?

should i cancel the appointment?

OR

go solo?

:)

oh, the *Swayze*

one year ago today -- our favorite actor

lost his battle with pancreatic cancer.

Patrick Swayze
(1952-2009)
****************
Bitt & I have spoke of your name on a daily basis since as far back as we can remember, and were hoping to meet you in person one day.
We are two of your biggest fans and will continue to consistently quote your brilliance.

R.I.P., Swayze-a-Roo!
Thanks for all the hard work that lives in our hearts & minds!
***

a random as *fuck* post here ya'll, 'kay, got that?!?! sound like a plan, totally awesome planner...ramble*scramble*shambles...

i feel delirious.

*

for the past two days

since my double on friday i've

had not one cohesive thought

i can recall.

it's all been a jumble of craziness like a

group of cracked-out piranhas to a cow thigh.

[no, i did not see piranhas 3D, nor do i want to]

[a cracked out piranha...

i have pretty much felt & still feel like that, above]

I

am one

big ball

of frustration, coupled with indifference.

It's like

I have

a raging locomotive

inside of me,

but

I'm standing perfectly still.

*

there's no other way i could describe it really.

*

this post is going to be

the randoms of my brain right now

'cause it needs to be.

*

sorry if this bores you,

or gives you a seizure.
*

let's start with the last thing first

and go in reverse.

rewind:::

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okay,

so thinking a relaxing

viewing of last night's

VMAs

would help

my

uber-neurotic brain as of late

was

a

COMPLETE MISTAKE.

**

I felt

even more

mentally exhausted after watching,

but can't really pinpoint why.

**

oh wait.

**

oh yeah:

a fuckin' meat dress??
...and a meat hat??
i mean,
i kind of get it, i guess.
**
VMAs, right?
Veal Meat Accessaries?
makes sense.
i mean, as much sense as she's gonna make.
i'm not sure if i'm glad she won.
i mean, i do like me some
rah rah rah mah mah, roma rum mah mah, gaga ooo laa laa
sounds in mah ear and mah body while dancing.

**

Chelsea Handler was disappointing.
*
Taylor Swift bugged me.
*
Kanye, in that red outfit, with that douchebag song...
...i have no words.
*
what I
thoroughly did enjoy,
however,
and was by far my favorite part::

was
Florence + the Machine's performance
of 'Dog Days are Over'
*
i friggin' love this song:

the performance of this had me wigglin'

on the couch next to Tomas as we were watching it.

i even sang along.

so, thank you, Florence, for

singing your reassuring song [...what felt like...] just for me.

**

i also liked the mickey-mouse bobble head DJ guy.

he was awesome.

**

**

alright,

i think that's enough

of the VMAs

[Viewing of Major Attention-whores]

moving on the the next piece of my convoluted brain-puzzle:

i

shall soon

be

getting

an
iphone.

i am excited for this,

but i hope it lives up to all its hype.

i want a white 4G.

when is this coming out????

does anyone know?

maybe i do want the black.

did anyone hear about the 'antenna' problem??

aren't they supposedly fixing it by October?

know any good apps?

*

that's all I have to say about that.

*

*

moving along to one of the most

random lines from one

of the most random books/movies

ever to be put into this random existence:

???

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tomas & I

went on a

triple date

Saturday

night

to:

i love saying this outloud:

KOTOBUKi!

**

try it.

it's really fun.

no really:

KOTOBUKi!

**

okay, well, anyway...

...I so looked forward to

my friends' company

& sushi-ing it up with Tomas.
**

most fun,

though,

was the time

i gave myself

saturday afternoon

preparing for dinner.

**

got me a mani.

got me a pedi.

**

me & my curlin' iron

worked together in harmony.

**

...and my favorite, favorite part:

my all-black ensemble.

black & gold.

lovey dove dove.

**

it made me feel so *put*together* because

as you can tell from this post, I am so not.

**

even just the picture makes me happy.

the solid one-color is keeping me calm.

let me carry on...

[Josh, Elisa, Natalie & Carlo]

my fellow triple-daters
**

both of these girls have their own classrooms this year.

**

[pause]

**

i'm happy for them.

i'm sad for me.

**

okay, yeah.

i'll leave it at that.

**

i had me Japanese beer:

Sapporo.

that was delicious.

I also had me edamame.

also delicious.

I had some of Tomas's sobo soup,

and yum yum yummy was that.

then the sushi:

my stomach was not in love.

any more than three pieces in my mouth,

and it would've been KOTO-PUKE-EE.

it tasted great,

but about two years ago, I got sick after a sushi dinner and barfed.

when you throw up about a pound of sushi,

you're body doesn't want it for a while, even if yo' brain does.

{{deep sigh}}

oh, well.

maybe some other day,

beloved california roll,

maybe some other day.

**

**

**

a

*so*true*

three-block

cartoon:

{{quiet whimpering}}
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the dress i talked about here and ordered
came Saturday.
here it is hanging in my
"view-what's-new" spot in my room
to rev up my enthusiasm.
definitely gonna wear it wit'
black tights and black flats.
**
i really really tell you,
thoughts of outfits
are really the only thing
that's keeping me sane lately.
**
maybe it's this thesis class.
**
maybe it's the late nights at this lousy restaurant job.
**
maybe it's my frustration that i'm going to be subbing another year
when i should be with my own class already in my own classroom.
**
my mood is so fucked today.
**
i think i gotta nap right now.
i have work later at the goddamn restaurant,
and work with no nap makes Amanda a tired,
binge-eating, unfocused, cracked-out piranha.
YOU
WANT THAT SERVIN' YOU DRINKS
DURING CRAZY
MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL??
**
**
**
change of topic:
Maegan from
...love Maegan
posted this link to an outfit post she wrote last week,
and
let me tell you,
this song speaks
volumes of truth.
good job, christina agui,
for making one listenable-song
on your new bionic album.
it's going to take a lot to undo
the damage you did after i heard the woohoo song.
**
pretty much,
though, i love this song.
describes
how i felt
this week exactly.
i love when that happens.
**
i think i want to be done now.
**
a few more
sporadic randoms
that are
*ping*pinging*
around my
cerebral cortex::
*
What am I going to be for Halloween??
maybe Lady Gaga in a meat dress.
no, but seriously...
...i wanna win $300 at the costume party i'm going to.
i also need a workable costume to wear at the restaurant.
yes, the manager said "mandatory costumes".
jerk.
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also, i have
SOOOOOO
many
*south*fla* pics.
I
wanted to create a slideshow,
but don't know how,
so...
...I think I'm going to post them in pieces.
we'll see later this week.
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*
lastly,
*2010* is going to be
over before we know it.
*
notice my blog's title?
*
i'm in the workings
of developing a *new*blog*
*
how did ya'll decide on your blog's title?
did you find that once you picked one
that sounded good,
you hated it, like, 15 minutes later?
haa haa!
*
what blogging program do you all use?
*
i think i'll talk more about this in a future post.
**
**
time for me to like, legit, bolt from this 'puter.
i
leave
with
this
ending
image:

cute hair. cute sunny-g's. wish i had a louis. love the outfit, and the kinda zen surroundings, and homegirl's got my iphone.

this is my wooosah focus pic.

...WOOOOSAH...

"...until it ends there is no end..."

that

was

my

sentiment

exactly

during our

first night shift

open to the public

at the restaurant

yesterday.

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it was like there was no end,

until it ended.

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[i also heard this song by the great Cyndi yesterday,

and woke up with it in my head]

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it's worth a listen:

all through the night
I'll be awake and I'll be with you
all through the night
this precious time when time is new,
oh all through the night today
knowing we feel the same without saying

we have no past we won't reach back
keep with me forward all through the night
and once we start the meter clicks
and it goes running all through the night
until it ends there is no end

all through the night
stray cat is crying so stray cat sings back
all through the night
they have forgotten what by day they lack
oh under those white street lamps
there is a chance they may see

we have no past we won't reach back
keep with me forward all through the night
and once we start the meter clicks
and it goes running all through the night
until it ends there is no end

oh the sleep in your eyes is enough
let me be there let me stay there a while

we have no past we won't reach back
keep with me forward all through the night
and once we start the meter clicks
and it goes running all through the night
until it ends there is no end
keep with me forward all through the night
and once we start the meter clicks
and it goes running all through the night
until it ends there is no end
***

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on shift again tonight, and tomorrow.

i miss the boyf. we've been dying to watch Shutter Island on Netflix for weeks. when will this happen??!!??!!

i miss bike riding. ...with the boyf and in general.

i miss SuMMeR, but i missed money for a long time, and now that's back.

...but to get it, i'll been workin' All Through The Night

celebrities spotted last night...

[...in the order i spotted 'em]

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[[here's some press coverage of last night]]

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Darryl Strawberry

[obviously!...it is *his* grill]

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Tino Martinez

i offered him a bacon and blue-cheese burger,

and he took it off my tray!

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P.S. -- He's got BIG hands.

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Bernie Williams

OMG, yes. He was/is definitely one of my favorite all-time Yankees.

For sure.

I offered him and Tino Martinez

skirt steak with chimichurri sauce on garlic toast.

It was awesome.

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Salt&Pepa
homegirls *supposedly* kicked

Tino Martinez & Bernie Willams off the table they were at

in the back V.I.P section.

How hilarious!

my *string bean* of a general manager was about to kick them both out!

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all i know is this song kept replaying in my head.
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Ali & Roberto

i really couldn't have cared less.

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my heart did stop for this next one, though...

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Nick Swisher
he. is. so. friggin'. HOT.

oh, Nick,

i like what you do

when you do

what you do

you make me wanna *shoop*

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*

finally,

when all the buzz

started getting me dizzy,

and

i was ready to get on outta the

circus

that the restaurant was slowly becoming as the night wore on,

he walked in:
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Justin Timberlake
with the fedora on and all.

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okay...now, I'm not gonna lie and say that it wasn't cool to see all these celebs, but for the handful of celebs i listed here, there were about 200 wannabes circling the joint.

these wannabes were there either because they had money, or they were somebody's kid, or they were somebody's assistant.

i. hate. mother. fucking. assistants.

they weren't like real people. they were like pseudo-people, so uber-ly involved in someone else's world. they think because they work for somebody who actually has talent [except in the bachelorette's case], that that makes them important and they could boss/talk-to-you-like-doody. oh no no no.

...and most of them were chicks in what they would call 'fashion' with the heels they couldn't walk in, and tiny dresses, holding a clipboard, running around like hyper chipmunks.

see video below:

i feel like a *sexy*fuckin'*princess* today

i do. don't know why.

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[but let's roll with it, eh?]

*

i guess it's a good thing i feel like a sexy bitch

because

*supposedly*

Derek Jeter

is attending

a private party at

the restaurant tonight.

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as the managers have been saying:

"It's going to be a *star-studded* event."

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i highly doubt it, though.

*

these are the same three managers that

told us the kitchen works like clockwork,

and

boo-ya! the food is amazing,

but...

ahem ahem, kitch, you've really been slackin'.
*

get your fuckin' shit together,

because

DEREK

"is coming",

and in

NY,

he's a fuckin' All*Star.

*

[i shall be wearing my *sexy* underwear]

Wednesday. Hotness.

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*

befo'

i

leave ya,

i

just wanted

to

include

that

if

by some

amazing

divine miracle,

he does come,

and

just so much as

looks at me & smiles...

[*hee hee hee*]

HULL-LO!!

Roll dance sequence:

*carrie*miranda*charlotte*samantha*

it's time. today has come.

i gots me a ticket to a show tonight.

i think you know which one.

*

the plan:

Hooters

for

wings

&

drink,

then

movie right next door.

*

the people:

me

Elisa

Eva

&

Jenn

*

*yay*

*

a night with the girls,

watchin'

'the girls'

is

just

what

the

doctor

ordered.

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this was them

looking oh-so-fabulous

at the NYC premiere Monday night:

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...and...i'm sorry,

but

I just gotta say

of all the
mindless,
pointless,
wanting-to-hear-their-own-voice
bashing
of
the show,
the movie,
all of it,
i think the most pointless of all is
the one i hear of,
'oh, they're too old. they should stop already.'
TOO FUCKIN' OLD??!!
That makes it
ten times more fun,
in my opinion.
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here's two clips
from
this girl's
favorite episode
--and one of mine, too--
that she reminded me was brilliant
yesterday
with this fabulous post about it:

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...just a little reminiscing about what makes

Sex and the City

so great...

*

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...and why my plans for tonight have got my soul singing a tune.

*magic formula*

a little bit o' my planner for you,

on the

subject of

exercise & health:

[side note:
I totally got in a good run Thursday.

I was so proud of myself.

Ran outside

for the first time

in years,

to

the trail the boyf & I found,

and schooled it.

Really schooled it.

I just gotta keep that momentum going.

You guys make any

exercise-accomplishments

lately?]

[this really has been the *magic formula* for me since March]
anything??
I wouldn't really say anything.
Working out makes me feel
healthier
&
happier
[true story.]
and
I guess, in turn,
that could make one feel
capable of anything.
Okay!
I'll buy it!
okay, Hilary Swank:
you're cool.
I mean, c'mon!
Homegirl's won two Oscars!
She's gotta be making some kind of
correct life choice.
Anywho...
if you think this pic is
motivational,
uhhhhh,
check this one.
[Yeah. That's Swank, in a shoot she did for Vanity Fair.]
Holy crapoli, right?!
The girl looks good.
...and I'm sure she feels good too.
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That's all I'm trying to achieve.

Bottom line, though:

Everyone's *magic formula* is different.

Find what works for you, and find the inspiration everyday to stick with it.

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Happy rest-of-your Weekend.

J Brand *skinny cargo jeans*

***SKINNY CARGO PANTS***
Hilary Duff, Khloe Kardashian, & Ciara pick the season's hottest trouser – J Brand's "Houlihan" cargo pants – for sexy days and nights out.
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However,

they caaaannnnn because

they're friggin' rich!!
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[click on pic above for info]

$231.00

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I don't understand.

...but, there are billions of things I don't understand,

so don't go by me.

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needless to say,

these are on my

hypothetical wish list.

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happy Monday, ya'll.