A word on sunglasses....
I really don’t think buying expensive sunglasses is worth it. For me, sunglasses serve two (possibly three) purposes - protecting my eyes, holding back my hair, and sometimes as an accessory (often not).
Some argue that cheap sunglasses don’t protect your eyes from UV rays. I would like to direct those individuals here. Cheap sunglasses do protect your eyes, in many cases better than or equally as good as those $500 Pradas that will either be broken or lost in the next couple of months. If you’re not sure about your sunnies, take them to your optician who will be able to tell.
So why not just get the cheapies? They look good, you can buy a bunch of styles and not hurt your wallet, and they’ll leave you guilt-free when you accidentally sit on them.
As I was driving today, windows open, the delicious scent of salami wafted into my car. Lost in my reverie of a scrumptious antipasti platter, it didn’t occur to me that it was summer in NYC and, therefore, hot outside, and that perhaps that smell wasn’t salami. I promptly closed my windows, my daydream broken by the unwelcome intrusion of this thought. NYC is kinda gross in the summer. Also, how do I love foods that smell so fetid? Perhaps I am gross, in general.
One more thing
Johnny Depp looked so fucking hot at the MTV movie awards.
“ I sent in my wedding band from my first marriage and got my money the very next day. ”
Satisfied cash4gold customer (Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
I’m so bored of myself and my blog posts. All I want to write about is packing/moving and my anxiety over the next step in life. This frustration comes at a timely moment, as I will be commencing doctorly duties on Monday.
Maybe this is goodbye for a little while. I’ll be back. Probably more tired and whiny.
I think facebook makes it too easy to apologize to people for stalking them.
Today
I’m going to pick up my keys and check out my new place, in hopes that this will inspire me to start packing (my orientation starts this coming Monday, so my ass needs to get shakin).
When it comes to packing/moving, I’m usually so prepared. Although I won’t go so far as to make lists and whatnot, it’s usually because I’ve started packing so far in advance that it’s almost impossible to forget anything. This time, well, things feel a bit different. This time I’m not packing up to go be a student, which implies an element of fun and lightheartedness. This time, I won’t ever be moving back to my parents house. I’m gone. For good. Nothing I take from this house will be coming back (much to my parents’ pleasure). And I will be working like a dog - close to 80 hours a week. I guess it doesn’t sound so bad until you realize that I will be anxious about 100% of that time and this next year will be filled with countless mistakes and subsequent panic attacks since people’s lives are directly at stake. The gravity of this overwhelms me.
I know. I know. Being a doctor is what I signed up for, but I feel so unprepared. I keep trying to distract myself from this fact by thinking about how I’ll furnish my apartment. Deep down I know it matters very little since I’ll hardly be spending any time there, save for sleep time.
So anyway, I like the Diego chair from CB2 in tobacco leather. I think I will buy four of them to go around a round glass table, something like this one. What do you think?
Little Italy is always so festive.
This goes to show that my compulsion to walk on the side of the road opposite a crane is absolutely, completely founded.
There is a crane-collapse epidemic in NYC.
And I hope that the injured are not taken 6 blocks up to Metropolitan Hospital. I’ve worked there and no one seems to get outta there better than they walked in/alive.
This is the floor plan of my new place. What you’re not seeing is how shitty and crappy the interior is. But whatever, it’s what $1100 in the city will get you (actually, it’s probably more than what $1100 will get you in NYC….cockroaches and mold excluded.)