I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
1. Before I went out last night, I was blaring soulful music as per usual. I think it started with some Amy Winehouse and Nina Simone. Soon, I heard the neighbor next door turn the volume up on her stereo. John Legend, Al Green, Joss Stone. Every song she played was one I either own or have heard. They were some of my favorite tunes.
I wrote this entry out in longhand a few weeks ago, got sick, and then never blogged it. My immune system has taken a real beating as the seasons have gone from summer to fall. In fact, I just woke up from a much-needed nap and sneezed like an elephant 10 times. How did my head not explode? I think this outdated post was meant to be.
1. Remember my birthday wishlist?
I finally decided to acknowledge my turning 25 by commissioning this artpiece for the living room in blue and yellow. You’d better believe it will be viewable from the couch and in close proximity to my ceramide eye gel.
Today:
1. I turned in a piece of writing that’s my ticket to promotion land.
2. The fruit man made me a fruit salad I had to turn down. Damn those cursed citrus fruits on my poor, irritable bladder.
3. TBID and I saw “Spring Awakening.” I found it completely overhyped.
I have a number of compulsive projects that are constantly going on, most in the form of lists. I’ve never thought they were detrimental to anything beyond cool points, but I’ve actually had this nagging worry in my head recently that horror of horrors, I might not fulfill my goal of reading 52 books this year.
1. The last time I got a free haircut at my hair modeling gig, I accidentally left the book I’d been reading behind. When I returned the next Monday to pick it up, I was persuaded to go to a model call for free coloring. The experts decided to make me a redhead. My first thought was that I was going to look like Raggedy Ann. My second thought was something along the lines of, “But it’s free!” This is not always a healthy thought process.
1. I miss my old neighbor, the guy who saw me naked. He didn’t invite over packs of strident girls every night. He didn’t even play bad music.
1. People ask me when I’m going to start dating again and how I’ll do it. Will I just wait for someone worthwhile and go for it (or let the other person go for it)? Or will I start a strategic search?
I’ve been lucky to stumble upon some highly pleasurable media recently, two being the books I’ve devoured this week. My daily commute to and from Wall Street from way up yonder on Central Park West enables me to get a lot of reading in. When I bully my way to a seat on the subway, that is, but I’m a public transportation piranha. I’d pretend to be disabled, pregnant, or both to get a seat, but usually, sprinting does the trick. I also have an eye for people who are about to get off. One tip: Look for fellow passengers who are awake. Another: Look for people who keep trying to figure out what stop it is. One more: Telepathy might be fruitful. Stand in front of some seated schmuck, take cleansing breaths, and think, “You are getting off at the next stop. You are getting off at the next stop…”
1. This is my third holiday season in NYC, and you know what? It’s the first where I didn’t feel depressed. I attribute this to staying very busy, leaving little time to feel low. And also not visiting that big-ass Christmas tree. That must have helped.
