I've Loved These Days

Christmas has come and gone.

Billy Clause left me with many great gifts, including a camera to document my adventures, jewelry, an amazing trip back home to see friends and family, and the gift of Billy just being Billy.

An update on this upcoming week:

This is the last week of me personalizing ornaments. I’ll miss you freezing cold temporary structure, the constant aroma of nail polish remover and paint pens, unintentionally getting high off of that smell, and trying to spell Russian names.

Since I’ll be losing that job though, I’ll be left to try to find a new job. Expect an update shortly on how that hunt goes.

Two of my sisters and several friends will be in New York this week, so if you run into me and I’m so overwhelmed with joy that I can’t stop smiling, it probably isn’t because I ran into Billy.

When I’m not being overwhelmed by people I adore, looking for a job, and keeping the two jobs I already have, I’m still moving shit into my new room.

Lesson I learned without the help of Billy for the day:

I don’t want to ever turn 21.

a) Because I would then be one year closer to being too old to marry Billy

b) After realizing how much money can be spent on only a couple of beers in bars in this city, it’s probably best if I can’t go into actual trendy places where I would truly learn how much a single beer can cost.

I know this was short. But I’ll be back soon with a list of New Years resolutions (including updating this thing more often) and to talk about the search for jobs and auditions. Have a Happy New Year.

Travellin' Prayer

Today was the first time I’ve auditioned with a monologue since my catastrophic first audition back in October. It was to get into a class I was really interested in. If my last audition was the sitcom episode where everything went from bad, to worse to worst, than today was a decidedly better day for my character, though it didn’t start out that way.

I had to wake up at 7 AM this morning so I’d have time to get ready for to my 9:30 audition. Already that’s awful. On top of that it’s raining. Oh, and I left my umbrella at work a couple of days ago. Did I mention that I blew dry my curly hair straight the night before so that I could look slamming for my audition?

Next up, my printer won’t print my resume. I have to restart my computer twice before it’ll work. The skirt I was planning on wearing has wrinkles and I haven’t taken my laundry to the Chinese woman for close to a year now so my clothing options are looking janky. I looked down at the clock, and what do you know? It’s 8:50, I have 30 minutes to make it to Midtown. Fantastic.

The entire time I was walking brusquely to the F train, trying not to slip and fall down since my boots had no traction and there was rain, I was saying a little travelin’ prayer to Billy.

All I can say is this: Ask and you shall receive.

The all loving Billy rigged the trains so that as soon as I was going down all 1000 stairs it takes to get to the platform of the East Broadway stop there was a train, pulling up, waiting for me

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When I got off the train? The rain had calmed down enough so that my coat hood was enough to save my hair and my mascara.

I got to the audition and what do you know? The auditioner is this sweet woman who happens to be running a bit behind schedule and she lives right around the corner from me. You know, in the trendy area of the Lower East Side.

The Audition goes great. She thinks I’d be great for the class. I’m signed up. Confidence in self officially kicked up a big notch.

But get this, I didn’t even tell ya’ll the best part: the audition took place in the same building as my most disastrous audition to date. Where I had once left that building on a beautiful sunny afternoon on an early fall day, laughing because that beats crying, I left the building in the cold pouring rain this morning I knew that I had Billy on my side.

Moving Out

I’m Moving Out

…and into the bedroom next door.

I officially move December 15^th. While I normally hate goodbyes, this is one that I think I’ll be able to make without going too sentimental.

Goodbye closet with a distinct odor, dirty white walls, strange picture drawn in sharpie and a window that only looks into the alleyway. Farewell bookshelf that doubles as a dresser, the overhead light bulb with only a white trash bag to serve as lamp shade, and disgusting curtains. I’ll always cherish the memories I had within your walls: finding that dead mouse the day I moved in, sleeping on that disgusting mattress on the floor while having a cough that might have very well have been TB, and that day that I couldn’t find the chair that belonged to my desk because somebody left it on the roof...

I’m off to better things though. A bigger room with two windows, freshly painted walls, a slightly bigger closet, ect. ect.,

It’ll do until Billy Joel comes to sweep me off my feet.

Speaking of Billy, he never taught me how to write a craigslist ad.

No, I’m not writing a personal ad; I know none will ever top that one about all the Harry Potter characters.

Though I am thinking of writing a "missed connections" one about a certain bald man in his sixties who was seen playing piano in front of thousands of people...

I’m currently working on the craigslist ad for advertising the soon to be vacant room. It’s a strange experience, trying to talk up a room I’ve ragged on so frequently. Luckily I did spend a whole month and a half reading nothing but ads on craiglist until I found this room, so it should go well.

If I say that the room has “a lot of character,” do you think I’m being too obvious? How about the word “cozy?”