I'm Ania, an eighteen year old college student living in NYC. I go to Fashion School, though the particular one you'll have to decipher for yourselves. It's been a culture shock for me, moving up north. I'm a New Yorker by way of the South. You can read my FAQ here.
I'm back at the Store again. We've got two new managers, new registers, and a slew of new employees.
Surprisingly, I've worked two full days without having any unpleasant customers. That's pretty much a miracle for us. Maybe the economy being shot to hell makes people nicer.
I had a blast working with HotCoworker. He's just so much fun to work with.
He spent most of today convincing our new (at least to me) manager to keep me past 9 so he could work with me more. And asking me to stay longer. He tried valiantly but when Manager realized I hadn't taken my break, she sent me home a half hour early, which made me quite happy.
That was the message I texted my old friend J that crisp November morning. Z and I had gone on a walking trip down our favorite street and to Union Square. Just by walking around, we had stumbled on to two filmings: one for the Tyra Show and one for College Humor.
(filming for College Humor)
See that spinny wheel behind me? It's filled with messages, ranging from "OMG u need to get tested" to "where can i score some e? not for me but my new bf wants some". All you had to do is text a person of their choosing from your phonebook and you'd get $100, cash. If the person replied, you read it aloud and they filmed it. If not, even better.
J didn't reply right then and there but later on. A football player, I knew he hadn't gotten fat so I wasn't too stressed. That and J is a sweet goofball. I called him later and explained.
Here are some more pictures from that fantastic morning.
(Relishing the SECOND best cup of hot chocolate in the city. The first is at Max Brenner's.)
Z and I took the Q down to Brooklyn today to visit our friend R. It's long trip, lasting about an hour from the time we left 42nd Street to when we got to Avenue M. We roamed around that area for a while before discovering that Gossip Girl was filming in Brooklyn, on Court and Congress Streets.
We ran down there, crazy excited. As it snowed, we stood outside staring at the trailers. They were huge and everywhere! I've been on the set of Ugly Betty (turns out the apartment she "lives" in is right down the street) and the set-up wasn't nearly as elaborate as that of Gossip Girl. But either way, it was amazing to see.
Z, R, and I were clad in bright red Santa Claus hats which kept our ears warm from the snow. The film crew, it turns out, was much amused by them. Either way, we stood across the street and stared at the set.
Finally, our patience was rewarded! Matthew Settle, who plays Rufus Humphrey on the show, walked out. And then Blake Lively! Matthew must have noticed us (I guess it was hard not too with our bright red hats) and waved. This gave R the courage to shout from across the street and ask for a picture, which he sweetly did. He's such a nice guy and absolutely gorgeous!
The pictures we took.
How did we find out about this? That's a secret we'll never tell. XOXO
Today I went to Tiffany's. It's the first time I've ever been there.
It hasn't changed much, at least not from how the scenes in Breakfast At Tiffany's has forever rendered it.
I went there to buy two presents. One for my mom, one for my cousin (who graduates from LSE in December). After Christmas, I'll post what I bought them. It was quite an adventure. I went with my neighbor, Y. We walked in with high expectations and weren't disappointed. Everyone working there knew what they were talking about. Everyone was kind. It wasn't a bad experience.
Except it wasn't great. Maybe this is one of those
"Don't meet your heroes"
things. It just wasn't as magical as I had hoped it would be.
I live on the 16th (of 17) floor of my dorm. Each floor is equipped with its own laundry room. Which is why it's utterly ridiculous that I had to go down to the 13th floor because every other floor was occupied! And that some girl stole the dryer from my while my clothes were in the washer on the 17th floor... but whatever. Time to be a bigger person and move on.
And so, while my clothes are tumbled and dried, I've compiled a little Christmas wishlist for myself. And because I know my brother reads my blog. Maybe he'll get inspired.
I wish I believed in reincarnation, I really do. I think it'd be the neatest thing ever, to come back and live another life--or ten. There's so much I want to do that I can't right now, or never will be able to. I love the idea of coming back again, even if I don't really believe it'll happen. But if I could and would, what would I want to experience? If you had nine lives to live, who would you want to be? How would you want to live? Where would you live? What would you do?
A few years ago, I saw a girl in a poofy white dress in Paris. It was June and the sun was shining down on the bright green grass. She sat alone in front of the Eiffel Tower, drinking from an open and equally green bottle of champagne. She was celebrating something, though I have no idea what.
I'd be that French girl. Although I agree with Jeremy Clarkson that the French are cheese eating surrender monkeys, I think that the French have an innate sense of fashion. It's one of the things I've always wanted to do, sit in front of the Eiffel Tower and just drink champagne and eat baguettes.
Uchh, she has that same amazingly effortless look as my French cousin, A. Both of them just complete their looks by tying scarves around their necks!
If I could have one wish fulfill itself by the end of the day? The good, caring answer I'd give would be that all the turmoil and conflict in the world disappear. The closer-to-home answer, my dad has a safe flight to Germany. The selfish one? An A on my Advertising final. And the most selfish and one? A hot straight boyfriend. But only because Fashion School has left me utterly deprived of contact with straight men.
Except I can't really rant that much about it because I now have a DATE with T on Sunday!!! The last date I went on was in the summertime, oddly enough set up by my aunt. It was a tad bit awkward, especially the fact that it took me nearly the entire date to realize it was indeed a DATE. My brain simply hadn't comprehended the fact and I had spent most of the day imagining it was merely us hanging out. Signals were definitely mixed.
But my date this Sunday has ensured the signals are clear. He specifically asked me. He's actually my Roommate's friend from years back. They worked at a camp together. He and G (another of Roommate's friends who worked with them--and her crush!) had come up at the beginning of the year and we hung out. Then Roommate and I went to visit G and T (which makes me feel as though I'm writing about a gin and tonic instead of two boys) at G's college. G's 23; T's 17.
That meeting didn't go too well. G and Roommate got in what would've been a fight had there been any dialogue exchanged between them. It was pretty much only silence. Awkward for all parties involved, especially when T left too.
Well to make a long story shorter, T and I started texting. It's been interspersed and my impatient brain went through a period of deleting his number after a few conversations. My justification for this was that I didn't want to be tempted to text him. And honestly, it worked. I didn't text him and had to wait for his messages. And by not having his number at all, I was spared having to see older messages that would've otherwise sat in my inbox.
T asked me to go on a date last night. He and G are coming up to the City because Roommate and G are seeing a Broadway play for G's birthday/Christmas present. Sidebar: Roommate has had a crush on G for a few years. They have hung out a lot lately and G's supposedly beginning to reciprocate the feelings.
Roommate has been utterly cool regarding me and T, although I know she harbors no feelings like that towards him. But she was the one to let me know that T wanted to take me on a date, via text message of course. But when I told her it was happening, she was completely nonchalant. Maybe it's just a personality difference but when she told me about her date with G, I was truly excited for her.
Either way, T and I kept talking and when 11:11 came around, I told him to make a wish.
"Wanna hear something sweet?" I asked Roommate, typically a sappy kind of girl.
"Sure," she replied.
"This is what T sent me when I told him to make a wish at 11:11." I read off of my phone. "My wish is that our date turns out well."
"Well it won't come true now that he told you." She replied curtly.
And silence ensued.
I'm not sure what I've done to provoke that. Maybe she thinks it came too easily to me since she's been lusting after G for years? Either way, it hurt.
