On Friday January 20th, I was awake for only 4 hours… all day. Which means I spent 20 out of the 24 hours that day, asleep in bed. That’s how sick I was. Even the 4 hours I was awake, it was because I forced myself to get up and socialize with my family and occasionally eat.
Even so, that’s not the most time I’ve ever spent sleeping. Three years ago when I got back from a trip to Singapore, I was so tired/ jet lagged that I slept for over 24 hours straight. When my mom got home from work, I was asleep. The next morning she left for work, I was still asleep. However she became concerned when I was still asleep when she came home from work the second day and I was still asleep…
Anyways, this Maroon 5 song is amazing and though other than the title, nothing about this song relates to my weekend, it’s still worth a listen.
Yesterday, something really crazy happened to me. So crazy in fact, that in order to mentally process it, I blogged. I wrote this post “in the moment” but I’m only just posting it now.
I literally don’t even know what to say right now.
I was just on the train and when our train pulled into the station and I looked up out the window to see what stop we were at and I saw a stream of water being shot at the train.
I looked to see where the water was coming from and let’s just say I got more than I bargained for. A homeless man was standing on the train platform, peeing on the train. By my window!!!
I tried to look at him but he was very concentrated on the task at hand. I could not believe this was really happening and no one else noticed. I wanted to yell: “oh my gosh everyone, a homeless man is peeing on the outside of the train RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!!!!!” but I figured that was pretty inappropriate. I looked back out the window, and HE WAS STILL PEEING!!! He was literally right in front of my window. I saw his junk and now I need therapy. He finally finished, zipped up his pants, turned around and walked away and no one noticed.
I felt like I was in a glass case of emotion because I didn’t know how to feel/ what to do. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to scream, I wanted to jump up and tell him to stop… ugh. I just can’t believe that no one saw! Not the people getting on the train, not the metro driver who has to look back to make sure all doors are clear before he can take off, not the metro staff within the station, not even the girl in front of me whose face was about 9 inches from his… yea.
Welcome to my life. This is why this blog used to be called: “If My Life Was a Movie” because crazy stuff like this always happens to me.
Jersey Shore Season 3 Premiere Recap: It's a train wreck in a glass!
And we’re back! Another season of the Jersey Shore! This time actually in New Jersey again. Why is this recap a whole week late? Well it’s because that’s how long it took me to decide whether or not to write it. But hey I watch it every week anyways, I might as well practice my analytical writing skills while I’m at it :) I’ll try to have these up every Friday morning.
“This might be the quickest "rise to fame, fall from fame" story ever. I’ve stood in lines at Arby’s that have lasted longer than this.”— Michael K, blogger at DListed, in response to the news that Ted Williams, the recently discovered homeless man with the golden voice, was in trouble with the cops again.
Yes, I’m one of those people that likes to lean up against the door, but that’s why I tend to let people go before me and I board last. However, there are those people that push past you and as soon as they step on the train they just stop and stand right there. WTF! You know people are right behind you!
6. RUSHING FOR A SEAT… AND THEN GETTING OFF NEXT STOP
WTH! I hate those folks that bogard their way past you and the people actually getting off the train just so they can stand right in front of the opening doors to grab an empty seat. It was Austrian physicist Wolfgang Pauli who came up with the Pauli Exclusion Principle, which basically says that no two solid objects can occupy the same space at the exact same time. With that said, the people getting off need to get off first so you can get on. What makes it even worse is when the seat fiend gets off on the next stop. I secretly get a kick out of seeing them not get a seat.
7. SPREADING LEGS OUT TOO WIDE OR PUTTING BAGS/FEET UP
Men are the guiltiest of spreading their legs out or putting their feet up on the pole or in the aisle, but ladies that put their precious bags on the seats are just as wrong. It’s one thing if the train is empty, but if it’s the middle of rush hour and you’re hogging up too much space you can actually get a ticket.
This is like the ultimate form of disrespect to the other passengers—especially to kids and little people, who are directly in the line of fire—and it becomes a mass game of who-did-it?
13. LEANING ON THE POLE WHEN IT’S CROWDED I’ve seen this happen more times than I’d care to admit, but someone decides that he/she is tired and is going to lean on the pole comfortably no matter how crowded the train is. The sad part is when people try to grab on to the pole and subtly poke them with their rings, the pole leaner has a nerve to get mad like they not only paid for the pole but also installed and polished it.
said I bought the doorman a lottery ticket? Ok well on Wednesday evening, he came up to my office and and called me to come see him by the door [it was actually kind of weird]. When I got over to him I said: “hey, we didn’t win” and he goes: “yes you did, you won the powerball”. I was confused because I don’t know what that means. Apparently the ticket I gave him had 42 as the last number; the powerball number. Which according to him, meant the ticket was worth a small amount of money. So then I insisted he go cash it in because I gave it to him but he said he wanted me to have it back. So yea, I did win the lottery. I paid $1 for the ticket and my grand prize was $2! So I doubled my money, making it the single best investment I’ve ever made in my life. And with that, one more thing comes off my bucket list. Now I just need to figure out what to do with all of the money I won…
Sidenote: The people who played the “Lost” numbers won $150!! Crazy right! My brother says he knows at least 3 friends at his school that played those numbers. Though if I were them I wouldn’t cash it in, those numbers are evil…
I am not too excited about what I currently hear on the radio, which is why for Christmas I got a device to integrate my iPod through my car stereo, so I never have to listen to the radio again. [Obviously there a few exceptions, but then I just buy those songs and put them on my iPod. sidenote: sometimes I feel like a sell-out for actually paying for music].
When I was younger (mid 90’s to mid 2000’s) music was way better.
Exhibit A- I dare you not to jump out of your seat and dance to this song
Best lyric: “Ghetto boys make some noise/ Hoochie mamas, show your nanas”
… Yep, Jon the guy who while jumping in the air to draw his “S” does the full splits is a ghetto boy (around the 3:35 mark). And yes, this song is probably the reason I responded to the name “hoochie mama” until I was 14. Ignorance is bliss
Well so as everyone probably knows by now, I did not win the Mega Million jackpot, but I was able to cross “play the lottery” off of my bucket list.
My numbers weren’t even close. The winning numbers were 4, 8, 15, 25, 47 and 42. Which if you’re a “Lost” fan, you’ll see is pretty close to Hurley’s winning numbers.
When my co-worker told me that the jackpot was $330 million and that tickets were $1 each I figured I had nothing to lose, so the rest of the people in my office and I headed down to the store to go buy tickets. On our way out the door, the front desk guy for our building joked: “You better get me one!”. Well for a dollar each, sure, I can do that [and I did. I told him if he won, we’d have to split it]. So my co-worker (the one who had told us about the jackpot) told us to say: “One quick pick ticket for the Mega Millions jackpot please” because we were all lottery virgins and had no idea how to even buy a ticket. So we told the cashier that and we all let the computer pick our numbers for us. When we got back to the office, we all speculated about what we’d do with the money ($110 million after taxes, lump sum) and then unfortunately had to get back to work.
That night I watched eagerly as the numbers were announced. “4”, the announcer said. And with that first number, I was no longer in the running, my dreams were dashed. It turns out two tickets won. Someone from Idaho and someone from Washington State. No one has stepped forward to claim the ticket though, which I can understand since winning the lottery is my dream and also a huge fear of mine, but that’s another post for another time. For now, I’m still, “Esi, the girl who didn’t win the lottery” [yet].
It’s ok for me to say that before Project Runway, I was not very familiar with the work of designer Michael Kors, right? Well ever since that show came on, week after week I’ve seen him sitting there in his uniform; black t-shirt, black blazer and jeans [of course I’m sure despite the simplicity of this outfit, each one of those pieces is work more than my entire wardrobe], I feel like I’ve really come to know him.
Which is why I feel much more inclined now to buy [or consider buying, look at the price tag and put back down] his designs. I do own one thing by him and this weekend, I almost bought some pants [deeply discounted at Nordstrom Rack] by him, but they were the wrong size. Each time I consider buying something, I say to myself, you know, this would really help out my friend Mike [is my over-familiarity with this award-wining fashin designer disrepectful, no, because I see him on TV all the time so of course we’re best friends]. Now, Mike or even Mikey, as I sometimes call him, does not really need my help. He has a lot of money and me buying a pair of pants is not going to put him any closer to his goal of owning a jet [that is, if he doesn’t already own one].
This of course, is probably why designers put themselves out there on TV. With better face recognition comes brand loyalty. It’s like you, as the consumer wants to help them out by purchasing their clothes. And I’m sure Mike will be standing on my front steps one day saying, “thanks for buying those shoes, Esi. I really appreciate it.” And my mom will call from inside the house: “Esi who is that outside?” and I’ll have the pleasure of replying: “IDK, my BFF Mike”.
ps- someone please buy me that tote bag pictured above :)