When I look out over the whole of New York City, I can't help but feel as though my other half is somewhere there, somewhere amongst the buildings, perhaps on the subway, or getting a hot dog from his favorite vendor. I don't even know if he exists, but if he does, my very being is telling me he is in the most majestic place in the 'verse. New York City.
Lately, the Big Apple has been on my mind even more than usual. It most likely has something to do with the fact that I actually, maybe, MIGHT have a chance to go there this fall. Hopefully. I've been trying to keep it under wraps, because I didn't want to jinx it. Since I'm not even supposed to know. I just can't keep it a secret any longer.
I've been wanting to do a post about it for so long, its beginning to effect my other posts (as you can tell with my sad attempt at the Coco thing yesterday).
Those of you who know me know that Manhattan is my biggest dream. I've loved it since the first time I saw it at eight years old. Well, on a television screen, that is.
It was way past my bedtime, but of course, little me was up anyways. Hiding behind the couch as my parents watched a movie, I saw it for the first time. My one true love. The New York skyline. Ever since then, I've dreamed of going there. Of living there.
When I hit my teens, I discovered the magic known as Broadway. Show tunes, sequins, dancing, the works. Since I can't sing, it dashed my hopes of being on the stage myself, but to see it...Just once, to see the magic known as musical theater, on Broadway, in New York...The mere thought of it is almost to surreal to handle.
"Breakfast at Tiffany's" only added to the NYC hype for me. And someday, I am going to have my own breakfast at the Tiffany's on 5th Avenue. Coffee cup in one hand, bagel in the other, strolling the length of the marvelous store after a night on the town. The magic of it all is breathtaking. Just thinking about it gives me chills.
All great love stories are set in New York. Holly Golightly's being only one of them.
When I think of The Big Apple, I picture the skyline first and foremost, followed by many people scurrying from place to place. The screech of the subway wheels, the damp smell in the air, and the lights. Everywhere you look, there's a light one. There's another person out there. You're never alone in New York City.
Poisoned Apple
The screech of the subway,
The shuffle of feet,
Murder on the sidewalk,
Without missing a beat.
Lovers in the park,
A smoggy grey gloom,
Little girl lost,
Impending doom.
Big time corporate,
Attorneys-at-law,
Turn right on Broad Street,
People in awe.
Skyscrapers touch the sky,
And block out the sun,
Democracy is dead,
The Man has won.
They owns us all,
Controlling our ever move,
Don’t do this, you cant do that,
Unless They approve.
Call a taxi,
Get out of town,
Escape the madness,
Before the final countdown.
At the end of every movie, television show, music video, etc, the hero and heroin, who have built upon all that sexual tension and chemistry through the entire film or series, finally get together.
Now, that can end with them getting married, getting engaged, or even sleeping together (and in a certain television series, the heroin getting pregnant with the hero's love child out of wedlock, when we as the audience didn't even know that they FINALLY Did It), but more often than not, the show ends on a kiss. The kiss that ties everything up in a perfect little
bow, leaving us all with a feeling of closure.
So, as you can clearly see with all the screenshots I have here, one of the topics today is...well, yeah. You get the point.
The main reason I have all these screenshots is to become more comfortable with the idea of kissing. To an intimacy-phobe like myself, it can get a little...too intimate for my taste. So, I thought by Prnt Scrn-ing all these, Pic Nik-ing them, and setting them as my background on my laptop, I would eventually get used to it.
And hows that going for me?
Not too well.
I'm still not all that comfortable with it, but hey, progress is progress.
Moving on.
As of yesterday, we started cleaning out our pool. And it was green. Frogs were everywhere (I HATE frogs), and the smell...ew. But on the bright side, I did FINALLY get a tan. So now I no longer closely resemble Helena Bonham Carter a la Sweeney Todd.
I really fail to see the obsession with tanning. I mean, who would really want to look like an overgrown Oompa Loompa? Really??
With that being said, my I also add to the fact that tanning wasn't even popular until the 1940's, when Coco Chanel cam back from the South of France with a tan. Until this happened, it was considered a sign of importance and wealth to be pale. If you were tan back then, it meant that you we out doing some sort of physical activity, and that you had to do it because you were too poor to pay someone else to do it for you. Southern Belles were NEVER tan. That's why they carried those little parasols. But, after Coco came back with a tan, it was a fashion MUST to have a tan. Thus skin cancer and melanoma was born.
Those words, sometimes so full of regret, other times a mere filler word when you don’t know what to say.
When someone tells you their problems, all we can do is say “I’m so sorry”, and ask if there’s anything we can do to help.
Last week was exam week for me, as I’m sure many of you may know. Exams = STRESS. Exams week has always been my favorite week of school…after its all over. So, last week I basically got no sleep, and worked 45 or so hours. And yes, I’m telling you this for a reason.
Friday night through Saturday morning, I was at volleyball camp. And I. Was. Exhausted. You have no idea. I don’t function well without sleep. And I hadn’t had any for the past 5 or so days…so I kinda sucked at camp.
Which is a new experience for me.
Normally, I’m the best. And I like it that way. But this…coach-person was practically obsessed with calling individual people out. Which I personally think is mean, dictator-esk, and degrading to players.
All I did was apologize for being over-tired.
And as of noon Saturday, I never, ever EVER want to play volleyball again. I’ve never felt worse about myself, and most of the other girls agree.
But I do know one thing.
You should never apologize for something you have no control over.
What do you talk about when you think no one can hear you?
Today while I was out shopping, I noticed two very attractive guys were following me. Since I was in a highly populated area, I didn’t think much of it. After visiting various, what some would term “girly” stores, I noticed the guys we’re STILL following me. Rather nervous now, I turn to head down the escalator, only to have them follow me yet again.
Being in a more secluded area, the din of many voices dies down, and I was able to make out what the guys were saying.
The conversation goes as follows:
Tall Blonde: “You see that chick up there?”
Shorter Brunette: “You mean the hot one we’ve been following around for the past hour? No shit dude.”
T.B.: “She’s one hot piece of ass, isn’t she?”
S.B.: “Yeaaaaaa son.”
I had NEVER felt more violated or disgusted in my entire life. And I am not proud of what I did next.
Me: “You know, its ASSHOLES like you who give guys a bad reputation, you disgusting illiterate miscreants!”
S.B. & T.B.: “Huh? WHAT did you just call us bitch?”
I flipped them off and got away as fast as I could. Normally, if I had any other person with me (Alyssa), I would NEVER have backed down from engaging in a little verbal jousting, especially with those who are too ignorant to understand my expansive vocabulary (“big words”, as most like to put it). But strong and feisty as I may be, I cant take two guys twice my size.
Which leads me to today’s lesson. Even when you think no one can hear you, somebody can.
Have you ever said something that you wish you could take back? I know I have. Many times. When you say something out of anger, more often than not you regret it later. Sometimes you don’t, like what I said today to the guys who were saying vulgar things about me behind my back, but when you say them to a loved one in a blind rage, things don’t go your way.
So, the next time you’re about to say something that you don’t want someone to hear, at least try to put more than 2 feet between you and said person. Duh.
For starters, if your reading this...Please please PLEASE like the facebook page. It'd be nice to know that someone is actually reading this other than my friends. Strangers are always welcome.
Everyone has had one of those days. “I’m going to have so much fun at the movies tonight!”
Two hours later: “Oh God….I’m not going. No. No no no no no…I can’t go. It’ll be horrible!”
And then you end up going. Sometimes yes, it was really fun. Other times…You wish you would have stayed home and painted that rendition of Monet’s “Waterlilies”.
Those days happen to everyone. What seems like a good idea at 2 in the morning on a Saturday may not seem like such a hot idea when it comes down to it. (Moral of this story, do NOT express your feelings past 9:30 p.m.)
When I was little, I rarely ever did things that would result in me getting into trouble. I was too scared of the consequences: What my parents would take away from me or ground me from, or even worse…
The timeout chair.
So, I tried to steer clear of activities that would result in The Chair.
Now that I’m older, I know not to do those horrible things that will result in punishment (I outgrew The Chair, but now they can take away The Car Keys, so its just as terrifying). I’m home by curfew, I don’t lie, I don’t do THINGS with boys that I’m not supposed to. All in all, I’m a really okay teenager, considering whats out there.
Why am I telling you all this?
I’m telling you this, because it isn’t easy. It isn’t easy to turn down things that you really want to do (like go see the midnight opening of Pirates of the Caribbean 4, but you cant because, well, its after 11 o’clock curfew). It isn’t easy to maintain a 4.2 GPA. And it REALLY isn’t easy to maintain it with volleyball practice 3 days a week, a job, and ACT studying. But I do it, because if I don’t…
What I’m trying to say here is, I go back and forth everyday, much like Miss Repunzel up there, making my choices. How to manage my time, what I can fit into the maybe-if-I’m-really-lucky 2 hours of free time that I sometimes have. Hanging out with a friend, going to a party or a movie, or catching up on Glee. Managing my money. Clothes are a must, since I don’t have anything other than uniforms from private schools past. Birthday gifts, graduation money, lunch while at work, etc.
Now I know I sound like I’m whistling Dixie here, and that there are far more important things in life that my problems. I’m not saying mine are worse, or more important than yours. These are just my ‘for example’s’.
The time we spend, everyday, deciding. When I Googled to try to find the amount of time people spend in their lifetime, I got nada. So instead, I'll post this wonderful little article I found.
"Come on, pull the trigger, already!
One of the things that consumes time and bogs people down is being slow to make decisions.
Things You Don’t Have Time NOT to Do: Make a Decision
We make hundreds of decisions every day. It starts with the decision to get out of bed each morning and what to wear each day. It continues with what we’re going to do each day, what to buy at the store, how we’re going to respond to that email, what direction to go on the big project at work, who we ask to fill a critical role, and on and on.
I think if we actually added them up, we’d be amazed by the number of decisions and the amount of time we spend making decisions each day. We all want to make the best decisions possible, but improving the speed of our decision-making is an area where most of us have an opportunity to save time, reduce stress, and create momentum.
Here are 7 tips that can help you make decisions more quickly.
1) Consider the Value of Your Time.
Everyone likes a great deal, but sometimes we spend more times than it’s worth comparing prices. It really worth driving to 3 different stores to get the best price on a $15 coffee maker? Do you really want to spend an hour online researching new earbuds for your MP3 player? On a larger scale, do you really need to do 3 months of market research or conduct 5 focus groups before making that change to your product or service? Maybe, but not if the cost of the research is more than the cost of making the “wrong” decision.
2) Get the Right Information.
Sometimes we get stuck on a decision because we don’t have all the information we need. Maybe you need the latest sales figures. Maybe you’ve got second-hand information and you need to talk with someone who has first-hand experience. Maybe you need to see a specialist instead of diagnosing your condition using online medical websites. Instead of fretting over unknowns, figure out the information you need to make a good decision and get it.
3) Organize Your Thoughts.
Sometimes we just can’t seem to figure out the best decision because we haven’t spent focused time thinking about the decision in a logical way. A simple way to move towards a decision might be to write out a pros and cons list. Then you can weigh which pros and cons are most important or most likely to occur. On more complex problems, some degree of risk analysis may be needed.
4) Recognize the cost of inaction.
We often drag out decisions because we’re afraid of the consequences of a bad decision, but it’s important to consider the cost of inaction as well. Sometimes it’s good to take a little extra time to think about, discuss, or sleep on a decision. But sometimes every day a decision isn’t made the cancer spreads a little more, a competitor gains an edge, or employee moral gets worse. It may be the kick in the pants we need to make an imperfect decision sooner rather than later.
5) Realize the Momentum that Comes from Decisions
Indecision creates uncertainty and frustration, but the flip side decisions lead to action. Action moves you forward. Moving forward creates momentum. Momentum is positive energy. Which of us doesn’t want more momentum and energy in our lives and organizations.
6) Don’t Try to Be Perfect.
A lot of us drag out decisions because we don’t want to be wrong. First of all, remember that nobody is perfect; even the best leaders make mistakes. Second, rarely does one bad decision destroy a person or organization. Most of the time you can correct for one bad decision. It’s usually a series of bad decisions compounding each other that causes a person or organization to implode.
7) Move Forward with Tough Decisions.
Sometimes we know the decision we need to make, but we’re afraid of the consequences, so we continue to hem and haw over it. You know it’s going to be hard to fire that underperforming employee or break off that dead end relationship or cut back on personal expenses to get out of debt, so you continue to revisit the decision even though you already know what you’ve got to do.
Are there any areas in your life where you’re struggling to make timely decisions?
Do you have any additional advice that can help speed up the decision-making process?"
Has anyone other than me noticed how of late, most of the songs you hear are targeted at people who are unhappy with themselves?
So in other words, everybody?
I am serious, songs like "Perfect" by P!ink, "Who Says" by Selena Gomez, just to name a few, all talk about how its okay to be the outsider and not to care about what other people think about you.
Though it makes me wonder, what caused this sudden uprising in Hollywood? What suddenly made big stars like that care about the little people? I know P!nk has always written about being true to yourself, but Gomez? I think hers spawns mostly from the Demi Lovato fiasco. But I wont get into that, its none of my business.
Thinking about things like this makes you realize, "I'm not the only one. I'm not the only one who feels like I don't deserve to feel pretty. I don't deserve to feel happy. I don't deserve to live." EVERYONE feels that way at one point or another. Its perfectly normal to feel self hate. But just because you feel it, doesn't mean you have to act upon it.
Last night, for the first time in a while, I sat down and sketched out a face. Nathan Fillion, back from his Firefly years. (Yes, I am in love with him. No, we will not discuss my unhealthy obsession I have with him now.) I drew it at about 2 a.m., and when I was done, I felt very proud of my work.
The next morning, my mom came in and saw it. She immediately started talking about how wonderful it was, and that I could too draw faces (I've always said I couldn't).
So naturally, I said what I always say.
"What are you talking about? It's awful!"
And then I proceeded to explain why.
The shading is all wrong, there's uneven blotches everywhere, his hair was all wrong, the shadows aren't even, blah blah blah.
By the time I had to stop and catch my breath, I had myself convinced. I suck. I can't draw, I can't paint, I can't do anything right.
But I hadn't convinced my mom.
She still said it was amazing, and how proud of me she was.
Then it hit me.
WHY do we constantly hate on ourselves? WHY???? It's pointless. Our own opinions are prejudice against us, so we shouldn't rely on them. We should rely on the opinion of someone whom we trust to tell us the truth, no matter how brutal.
We constantly put ourselves down, and bully ourselves. Call ourselves stupid. Linger on the mistakes we made 5 years ago, and still kick ourselves about. It's pointless, because we cant change the past. We can;t change who we are. We can grow into better versions of ourselves, but we can't erase our very essence of being who we are. Yes, we can hate.
When I first saw this movie, it was the night before I drove up to South Carolina to pick up my best friend for Christmas Break. And right now, this is my favorite clip of the movie, and something that I know we all have done.
Singing along to a song that is so annoying, but we just HAVE to sing along because, well, its there.
Which brings me to point No. 2.
Best friends can act like complete and total MORONS in front of each other. Take me and my best friend, Alyssa. We are inseparable, after almost 10 years of friendship. We fight more than often, but we get over it. The reason if probably due to the fact that we both have very dominating personalities.
Actually, if you think about it, we could only become friends during childhood, because at any other time in our lives, we would have seemed positively alien to each other. Too different to become friends.
Luckily, we became friends when we were 7 years old, at Imagination Station. We met in the sandbox (then again, EVERYTHING there is covered in sand), and when I took her shovel, she bit me. Since then, its always been "Alyssa and Zaelyn: Covering the entire alphabet with one friendship".
But this movie is basically us in a nutshell. The two main characters, Olive (Emma Stone) and Rhiannon (Alyson Michalka) play best friends that have know each other for years. Rhi is the b!tch that no one really likes, and Olive is the one who has to clean up all of Rhi's messes. The nice one. Needless to say, I am Rhi and Alyssa is Olive. You really have to see the movie to understand.
Olive (Right) Alyssa (Left)
They look nothing alike, but its the personalities that are similar.
This is exam week for me, along with the majority of my peers. So, instead of studying, I spent the majority of my morning looking out the window, day dreaming… Dreaming about New York City, and the possibility I might have to actually GO there this fall. (Shhhh! Its supposed to be a secret that I’M not even supposed to know about!)
Then I spent a good chunk of time thinking about the past.
Past relationships, past friendships.
Just the past in general, and how much I’ve grown mentally and emotionally over the course of the year. The end of school and the initiation of summer is like New Years Eve for teenagers and college kids. But of course that comes with exam week, but hey, I like all the stress. It’s like the worlds biggest adrenalin rush for people like me!
What was I talking about?
Oh yes, the past.
Over the course of this year, I’ve lost friends, and made some that I hope to keep throughout the remainder of my life. My mock trial-ers, Hilger friends, and random guys I meet in Starbucks or Panera. These people reflect me, and who I want to become in the future.
I’ve mended quite a few bridges, and for that I am very grateful. Especially to my ex-husband (wink wink). I love how we can not speak for over 7 months, and go right back to our old friendship just like that. To calling each other by our old pet names, and talking about life as though we have it all figured out. Staying up until 4 a.m. watching Glee together and painting. No, the past has shown how we can never be romantically involved, but I consider Jake to be one of my best friends. (And there’s only two of those positions open, one male, one female. So kudos if you’re one of them.)
I’ve also burned a few bridges, this time for the better. People who were a bad influence on me, and when I have to choose who is going to be a better friend to me in the long run, I have to choose the one whose going to pick me up and brush me off, and then fall tumbling back down with me, not the one whose going to leave me lying there and walk all over me. Which is a life lesson for us all.
As I sit here in my Paris sweatshirt from Epcot in the middle of May (yeah, and global warming “isn’t real”. HA!) I’m staring out my window at my little grey fluffy ball of fat. Little Man, my precious kitty, is chasing a bright blue butterfly. Its so cute. He’s been at it for about 15 minutes now, and he still hasn’t caught it. But he never gives up. He gets so close, but it always manages to get away. Much like our future. You think you’ve got it all figured out, and then suddenly, something drastic changes everything that you planned.
For me, I got a job. I work more than 50 hours a week, and still manage to do schoolwork and study for the ACT. I find free time, even. I captain a volleyball team. But then…something big happens. You get that news that you’d been waiting for. That amazingly wonderful SPECTACULAR news, that you’d been putting your life on hold for, until you thought it was hopeless and you pressed play. Then it happened. You got the spotlight, and the play is yours. You’re ready to own the stage.
Now you just have to hope and pray that you’re understudy doesn’t try and poison you and take it all away.
Enough with the metaphors. I cant tell you the news yet, but it is BIG. NYC BIG. My dreams finally coming true colossally huge!
You’ll get to hear about it as soon as its confirmed. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
P.S. The room makeovers are complete! -ish. Check the page to your right.
I didn’t realize it, because I had forced all that hate in his direction. I blamed him for everything. EVERYTHING.
My stress, his fault. My anxiety, his fault. Not having any free time, his fault.
I found all my own flaws in him. I don’t really know why. It just…happened.
Now we all already know that I can never have a relationship. It just doesn’t need to happen, because I crush souls and hearts without batting an eye.
Now, hopefully, we can get back into that amazing friendship we once had, before we crashed in our relationship.
That friendship where I correct his spelling, he fixes my computer. Where I help him remember to do his homework, and he tells me to take a chill pill.
Until you can hate those who wont except you, your life is miserable. You want to be one of them, you envy them, you would do ANYTHING to join them.
And then, something amazing happens. They choose the son of an ambulance chaser over you.
Suddenly, you don’t envy them anymore.
You hate them.
Thus, life becomes bearable once again.
You go back to your everyday life, realizing that in a world of politics, money and power triumph hard work and actual talent. Yeah, the world sucks. But sadly, it is what it is. And no matter who we try, we can’t change it.
Sure, at the end of the day, maybe late at night when you’re most venerable, you hold on to that glimmer of hope that they might reconsider in the time you have left, and choose you over him.
But deep down, you know that will never happen.
Because all you have to offer is your talent, hard work, and willingness.
You don’t have the money, and you don’t have the power to offer.
Have you ever been surrounded by people, and felt more alone than you are when you’re by yourself? Yeah, that’s me.
I personally find it unbelievably difficult to infiltrate big groups. You know, that group of people you envy for their close friendship? The group of about 10 or so with their inside jokes and memories that they talk about all the time? You covet everything about them and what they have. Sometimes they include you, sometimes they don’t. And when they do, you’re still on the wrong side of the glass.
And then there’s that moment. When they ask you, just you, to join them. You feel on top of the world, until you realize that it was a one time thing. That its over almost as quick as it starts. But then its just that. Over. And you wish it had never happened, that you had never went, because now it hurts even more that it did before that moment.
But you can’t forget it, you cannot let go. Your head is full of so many “If Only’s” that you think its about to explode. Nothing can be wiped from your memory. Every mistake you made, every awkward silence you caused, everything you didn’t understand and inquired about, just to be told its an inside joke. And you feel even more stupid the more you think about it. But you cant stop thinking about it. Its forever burned into your brain. Destined to be gone over and over and over until you die a little on the inside every time you think about it.
And then of course you become so depressed and upset that you want to do just that. Die.
But then, you think about that other group. The one you’re in. The one full of people who love you for you. That amazing one you love. That always includes you, and you always include them.
The one that helps you make it through the night alive.
I loved that group.
At least, I used to. Back when it existed. Now its gone.
Domestic abuse. That’s something I really just don’t understand. Why a woman will stay with a man, even after he’s beat her countless times. Screwed her up emotionally, physically, and psychologically. It doesn’t matter if he was drunk, or not drunk, its still wrong for a man to BEAT an innocent woman. NOTHING denotes a beating, and further more, who are you to say they deserved it?
Now I am well aware that some religions and beliefs say that the man rules over all, and all is owned by him. Since when does that mean one human can own another? Much like slavery, is it not?
Maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Maybe men DO own women, in some sense. But in many other ways, we as women own men. WE have the power, with is something most men fail to see. Then again, some women will give anything or do anything for men. That’s another thing I fail to understand. Why would you give up your hopes, your dreams, and your future for a MAN? They really aren’t worth it. There are BILLIONS of them. Not just one you meet when your young. And just because they say things, doesn’t mean they mean them.
But who am I to say what’s right for other women? All I know is what’s right for me. I myself have never been in an abusive relationship, but I have observed them. Going off of what I’ve observed, the women in the relationship supposedly “love” their spouse too much to leave them. Which, in my perspective, is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. See, most guys who are abusive now, have been abusive in the past. Whether to a sibling, a pet, or been abused themselves. So their mindset (and remember, I do not hold a Ph. D in psychology, this is just my own personal thoughts), leans to think “Well, I’ve done it once and gotten away with it, why couldn’t I do it again?” This leads to a long line of abusive relationships, until someone decides to do something about it.
That someone, at least with the past people in my life, is me. See, people don’t realize that I’m not one of those spineless, submissive girls. I’m very dominate. And when those abusive people come after me, or someone I love, I fight back. Hard. Whether it be with words, actions, or fists, I wont stop. Sure, they can throw the first punch, but they had better make it count. Because until I’m dead, I wont give up. I wont roll over, and I will not say uncle.
So here’s to all of the women, men, children, and teenagers that are in abusive relationships with their parents, legal guardians, boyfriends, or girlfriends. You aren’t alone. And you can fight back. Because when you do, you’ll be free.
It’s a part of everyday life. It gets you out of rough patches that otherwise could get you into trouble. But what most people fail to see about lying, is that all lies eventually catch up to you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even until after your dead and gone. But sooner than later, that lie is going to come back and bite you in the ass.
Everybody lies.
It wont hurt me. Its just a little white lie. White lies seem small. And sometimes, they’re used with good intentions. “Do these shoes go with this dress? Or does this dress make me look fat?” Unless your speaking with a really close friend, whom you’ve know for years, you’re going to lie in order to spare their feelings. But that lie is going to end up hurting you, the person you lied to, or even both of you. I really don’t have an out to give you for those kinds of lies. You can either hurt the person now, or let someone else hurt them later, either to their face or behind their back. I personally think its better to hear it from a friend, no matter the closeness, that to hear a random stranger saying things behind your back.
Everybody lies.
You know you’re a good liar when you can figure out your own tells and fix them. That’s how good I am at it. My voice used to change, I would say things a bit faster with less of a pause in between words. But I easily fixed that once I figured it out.
Everybody lies.
You’re also a good liar when you can successfully lie to yourself. When you’ve told the same lie so many times, you even start believing you. Reality ceases to exist, and all that’s left is the huge web you’ve entangled yourself in. And when even you start believing in all the lies you tell, NOT believing yourself is no longer an option. You take everything you say as truth, whether you’re correct or not.
Everybody lies.
You don’t even think before a lie exits your mouth. It just sort of…happened. “Did you do your homework?” Of course I did mom, I just now got home from 9 hours of school, cheer practice, and I don’t even know if I remembered all my books. “Yeah. I did.” Why even BOTHER with the truth anymore? Lying is so close to becoming first nature to us, long past left second in the dust. Lying is easier than telling the truth.
Everybody lies.
Why am I telling you all this? Am I saying its okay to lie, just as long as you manage to get away with it? No, I’m not saying that.
When I think of The Big Apple, I picture the skyline first and foremost, followed by many people scurrying from place to place. The screech of the subway wheels, the damp smell in the air, and the lights. Everywhere you look, there's a light one. There's another person out there. You're never alone in New York City. 
