Hey everyone!

I know it’s been a while. I just want to let you know that I came across this really amazing blog by this girl Becca, and you should all check it out! Basically, she wakes up every day, and the first thing she does is write. She explains the whole thing in the first post.

We have a very similar writing style and outlook on life, so let’s just say if you’ve been missing my blog posts, this is a great alternative.

Wink.

http://wakeupandwrite.tumblr.com/

Have a great day!

- the person writing this blog

I wanted to write a movie about being 25 and call it this, but then Girls happened, but like, whatever, I can still do it. 

Also, I was just on Facebook, and I saw that someone from my graduating college class is turning 25 today, and my first thought was, “Huh. I didn’t realize how old he was. He must have done a gap year or something.” But then I realized, no, I will be 25 in less than 3 months.

That happened fast, didn’t it?

Remember when I wrote about meeting a woman on a film shoot who told me that your wide-eye-ness and zest for life go away when you’re 25, and it made me go for a run once, and in my mind, 25 was like decades away?

That was two years ago. But I’m happy to say that my zest for life is still in tact, and my eyes are still pretty wide. But maybe that’s because I’m still 24. Check back in 2 months and 3 weeks. 

Ok. So.

(Remember my first post when I explained my tendency to start new things with “ok?” Well, it’s been a while, so I guess it’s appropriate. Evidently now there’s also a “so.”)

So for those of you who don’t know, I’ve been living in North Carolina for the past two months, following my dreams and trying to change the world. (I’ve only been gone from this blog for two months; you’ve just missed me a lot, so it feels like longer.) And I want to talk about that soon, but first I want to tell you about something that happened to me today, which inspired me to start writing here again.

Also, I should add that I’m at work, answering phones, which have been silent for the past ten minutes, and once I started typing, they started ringing like crazy. They are currently ringing like crazy. Hold on. 

Back! 

This reminds me of my diary in 7th grade. As if the pages were waiting patiently for me to return from frying my hair straight for two hours instead of learning Latin.

ANYWAY. 

Also, in case you’re wondering, I still work at Bublé. It’s been almost two years now. But I don’t want to spread things too thin, so I can also talk about that later and talk about the production company that Bublé has inspired, and the fact that I create a production company every summer except not really, and ok I need to stop. I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s just been so long and I’m so happy to see you. 

So here is why I’m here. Today I was sitting outside a cafe in Brooklyn waiting for a phone call, and two guys, about my age or a little older, I think gay but who cares, walked by me. They immediately caught my eye because one of them was wearing a deep blue shirt with white shorts, and the other one was wearing deep blue shorts with a white shirt. And it didn’t seem like they did it on purpose. ButtonFace and I do this sometimes by mistake, but never this extreme. (I’m sorry…I don’t remember if I ever made up a name for you here. So I’m just using your real one.) I noticed that their outfits were almost completely opposite identical, except that the white shorts on the one wearing white shorts had very thin, faint stripes. So I processed all of this and then forgot about it for the rest of the day.

But THEN, later, as I was getting off the subway to come to Bublé, THE SAME GUYS WALKED PAST ME, still in their matching outfits. I knew it was them because the white shorts still had the subtle thin stripes, and also because it was just definitely a hundred percent them. 

For those of you who don’t live in New York (or for those of you who do and don’t know where Bublé is because Bublé is not a real place) these two locations are very far apart. And yet I was at each of them at the same time as these guys, with the matching outfits, twice in one day.

So ok. I know this means SOMETHING. It has to. But what, exactly?

Let me know.

Thanks!

(It’s nice to be back.) 

Hi everyone. Sorry for posting so much!!

Anyway, please take a moment to watch the Kickstarter video for an upcoming documentary by someone who is definitely not me. She is extremely passionate about this project, and every donation helps.

Thanks!

Tink, SW and I are sitting on the couch, watching this and sobbing. Even thinking about it makes me tear up. Search engines get me every time. 

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Remember when I thought it would be funny if the Bible was like: “The Bible. By: God” ? 

Well, then this happened:

http://gawker.com/5848797/

The happiest thing would be if I woke up tomorrow and all the leaves were orange and red and yellow and brown.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

You should donate money to that anonymous Kickstarter thing I posted here a little while ago. I think it might be their birthday tomorrow, too. 

iamemgee:

While I know my story is not nearly as important as those from the Occupy Wall Street march, I am still offended and a little outraged. So, without further ado, here is the reason I am not a happy camper with the NYPD at the moment:

Last night around 1:30 AM, I was walking from one bar to…

‎”Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure-these things fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” - Steve Jobs

FINALLY SOMEONE GETS ME.