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Sunday, April 15, 2007

10:38PM - Check out my channel on 80108 Media--the Boston Globe did!

Boston Globe article on 80108 Media, with a mention of my channel, Steals and Deals

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Friday, April 6, 2007

7:18PM - If you really want the scoop...

So I'm officially a Senior Writer at 80108 Media in Boston. I am in charge of the writing and content development for one of their channels.

Click a button below to sign up for my Boston "Steals and Deals" channel through 80108 Media. You'll get all the inside info you need to know when it comes to finding the best bargains in Boston--sent straight to your phone! You'll also be able to take part in special sales and promotions that are available exclusively for 80108 clients. Best of all, the service is FREE to sign up! Even if you aren't from the Boston area, do a pal a favor and sign up for the service so I can get my bonus for signing up more clients!









Sunday, December 31, 2006

2:20AM - I've got catch-up all over my LJ!

The Final Days:

Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Third Annual Junior-Senior Banquet
7:30 PM Marian Hall
All attendees wear white.

Sunday, April 30, 2006
21st Junior-Senior Toast
5 AM Under the Riverway Bridge
Watch out for that Jungle Punch!

Sunday, April 30, 2006
Clambake
12 noon-4 PM On the quad
Nary a clam to be found.

Wednesday, May 3, 2006
Spotlight on Excellence Awards
6PM Auditorium
My second year making the dedication speech/presentation, my first time walking away with an award!

Spring 2006 Moonlight Breakfast
9PM Dining Hall
The last Moonlight Breakfast for us seniors.


Sunday, May 7, 2006
Red Sox vs. Detroit
2PM Fenway Park
My first Red Sox game and I got Jason Veritek’s autograph—TOUCHDOWN!

Monday, May 8, 2006
Boston Harbor Cruise
7:30PM Boston Harbor
Alias the “Booze Cruise.”

Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Alcohol Privileges Workshop
11AM Julie Atrium
If you want to drink on campus during Senior Week, you have to go to class!

Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Alumni Lunch
12noon Auditorium
A very nice lunch with what were soon-to-be fellow alumni.




Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Jake Ivory’s
9PM Jake Ivory’s
A very cool piano bar where we danced ALL NIGHT LONG!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Goodbye Lunch
12noon Legal Seafoods, Prudential Center
Good seafood, good friends.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Pub Crawl
9PM
Too tired and rainy to go, but I still got the t-shirt.

Thursday, May 11, 2006
Commencement Ball
7PM Park Plaza
A beautiful evening surrounded by beautiful people in a beautiful setting.

Friday, May 12, 2006
Baccalaureate Mass
6PM Auditorium
Our traditional mass followed by an awards presentation.

Saturday, May 13, 2006
Commencement
11AM Tent in Library Parking Lot
Writer of Tuesdays with Morrie Mitch Albom Commencement speaker.

Top 10 Songs of the Year:
1.) “Unwritten”—Natasha Bedingfield
2.) “Black Horse and a Cherry Tree”—KT Tunstall
3.) “Hips Don’t Lie”—Shakira
4.) “Walkaway”—Kelly Clarkson
5.) “2am (Breathe)”—Anna Nalick
6.) “Hollaback Girl”—Gwen Stefani
7.) “Hung Up”—Madonna
8.) “You’re Beautiful”—James Blunt
9.) “Give a Little Bit”—Goo Goo Dolls
10.) “These Words”—Natasha Bedingfield

Top 10 Moments of the Year
1.) Interviewing Val Kilmer and Shane Black at the 2005 Boston Film Festival
2.) Salem with Martin
3.) Interning at Teen Voices Magazine
4.) *tie* Commencement Ball/ Jake Ivory’s
5.) Interviewing Stephanie Sokolove owner/exec. Chef of Stephanie’s on Newbury for Teen Voices
6.) Pearson International Convention Class of 2006 Student Panel at old Boston Ritz Carlton
7.) WNBA Draft/ Seeing Rebecca Lobo at Emmanuel
8.) Toby Lightman in concert at Collegefest 2005
9.) Blue Oyster Cult at Taste of Boston 2005
10.) *tie* 106 Days reroute to Jillian’s/ ASVD duck tour with my Kelly Girl



EMMANUEL COLLEGE
BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS
To all those interested in the perusal of these letters: greetings in the Lord in as much as VICTORIA ELIZABETH KICHUK by her natural endowments and the instruction prescribed in the rules and constitutions of our college, has successfully passed through the requirements of the cultural and disciplinary studies, we, by reason of the authority delegated to us, have admitted her to the degree of BACHELOR OF ARTS and we have freely granted her all the rights, honors, and privileges belonging thereto. In testimony whereof we have affixed our signature to this document, guaranteed by the seal of the college. Given at Boston on the thirteenth day of May in the year 2006.


While I would like very much to drone on and on about all of the things that happened in those last few weeks at Emmanuel, both time and my better judgment are keeping me from doing so. Suffice it to say that those final weeks, especially Senior Week with all of our activities, was filled with enough fun, friends, memories, and love to last a lifetime. I will forever get a little home sick for my Emmanuel crew whenever I hear Elton John's “I Guess that's Why they Call it the Blues” and think of the final time I was cleaning the suite and singing to Andi as she tried to study and Jess Zaks and Rebecca came in because they had been banished from their own suite for singing “Nobody Knows It”--another Elton John hit—too loudly. I excitedly proclaimed to them that I had just been singing a little Elton myself and we commenced to belt out “I Guess that's Why they Call it the Blues” with my computer accompaniment, and Andi and Emily very quickly jumping in. That night, I facebook invited everyone in our “The Bitches of Suite G13 (and their fans)” group to the “Eltyn Jawn All-Star Cabaret Farewell Tour.”

The Eltyn Jawn Cabaret All Star Tour

Don't miss out on your chance to see exclusive performances of the all-new Eltyn Jawn Cabaret All Star Tour in their first ever farewell concert series all this week and next! You'll hear all your favorite classic Elton John tunes sung as badly by as many people as we can fit into the suite at one time! Hits like 'Don't Go Breakin' My Heart' and the always show-stopping, heart pumping version of 'I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues.' Seats are limited--hurry and order your tickets today! 

(Disclaimer: The Eltyn Jawn Cabaret All Star Farewell Tour is in no way currently, nor has it ever been, affiliated with the singer/songwriter Elton John)




A few weeks later, after our senior Boston Harbor Cruise, we all piled into the suite—Andi, Emily, and me—along with Jess Poole and Zaks, Commie Bitch Larissa—a resident for her final week at Emmanuel, and Shawn and Haman. After moving all the furniture out of the common room, we constructed a cuddle pit at my insistence, which necessitated bringing all the pillows and blankets we could get our hands on and laying them out all over the floor. Passing around a bottle of wine, with arms, legs, heads, bodies, terribly tangled and yet all very comfortable and cuddly indeed, we sang the song again, and in the midst of our utter silliness and the incessant doo-wop “DOO-DOO, DOO-DOO!” chants from half the room at uneven intervals, I looked around at the faces of my dear friends, people I had come to know so well in such a relatively short amount of time, and had consequently become very near and dear to my heart. Perhaps it was the wine or the music, or even just the awkwardness of our positioning, but I never caught anyone's eye, and its a good thing I didn't, because I believe the emotion would have overtaken me, and the moment would have been lost. While our dear Elton may have wrote that song about a young lad going off to war and bidding his sweetheart farewell, I will forever find a different meaning in its lyrics and think of the times I spent with all those friends cuddled up in those covers.

'Don't wish it away, don't look at it like its forever
Between you and me I could honestly say that things can only get better
And while I'm away, dust out the demons inside.
And it won't be long
Before you and me run to the place in our hearts where we hide.

And I guess that's why the call it the blues
time on my hands could be time spent with you.
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder
under the covers.
And I guess that's why they call it the blues.

Just stare into space, picture my face in your hands.
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man.
Wait on me girl, cry in the night if it helps.
More than ever,
I simply love you more than I love life itself.

And I guess that's why the call it the blues
time on my hands could be time spent with you.
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder
under the covers.
And I guess that's why they call it the blues.

Wait on me girl, cry in the night if it helps, more than ever.
I simply love you more than I love life itself.

And I guess that's why the call it the blues
time on my hands could be time spent with you.
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder
under the covers.
And I guess that's why they call it the blues.'



Jake Ivory’s was a blast, I only wish I had known about it earlier as I was unaware that we had a rockin' piano bar just a short walk from campus. We set the dance floor afire that night.

Commencement Ball was—amazing. There was no grander place than the Park Plaza ball room to hold it in. After spending some time with our drinks in the receiving area taking pictures and chatting, the giant walls split apart to reveal a grand hall with crystal chandeliers and gold painted balconies with a well-dressed waiter standing at attention behind every table while a DJ played in the background with his special effects lights. If only I had brought with me my singing teapot, we would have been in the 'Be Our Guest' scene from Beauty and the Beast. Out of all our “alcohol privileged” nights that week, I by far drank the most that night, 1 madras, 2 screwdrivers, and a glass of champagne at our toast. Besides the beautiful surroundings and the DJ that played GREAT music, and being surrounded by all of my wonderful friends, it didn't hurt that I had the best looking guy in the room for my date. Martin came dressed, as usual, in his best, and that night wore a magnificent crème colored silk dress jacket to offset my floor length black number.





College Inventions:
DIF—Daughters with Insane Fathers
Bitch names
Bastard Names
The Anti-Rape Walk
Cuddle Pits
The Eltyn Jawn Cabaret All Star Tour
Teeny Weenies for you!


Stuff at college:
Collegefest
Art in Bloom
Taste of Boston
Kerry Election Headquarters
Pats Superbowl win 2004
Pat Superbowl win 2005
Democratic National Convention 2004
Boston Marathon
Red Sox World Series win 2004
NCAA 2006 Women’s Final Four
2006 WNBA Draft
Avril Lavigne Live and By Surprise at the Pru
Duck Tours
Rocky Horror
Fever Pitch Premier at Fenway
Movies at the Wang
Phantom of the Opera at the Opera House
Boston Film Festival
Turkish Film Festival at the MFA
Haymarket
Faneuil Hall
Trolley Tours
Top of the Hub
Stephanie’s on Newbury
The Rack
Roxy
Who’s on First
Jacob Ivory’s
The New Ritz Carlton
The Old Ritz Carlton
The Omni Parker House
The Park Plaza
Charles Street
Embassy
Kenmore Square
Trio
Jacob Wirth’s
Vinny Testa’s
Marche
TK’s Jazz Café
Torch
The Cheesecake Factory
The Prudential Center
Cambridgeside Galleria
Hearing Bruce Springsteen give the first concert in 30 years at Fenway Park from my dorm window
The Citgo sign
The Charles River
ZBT soiree at MIT
Jillian’s
Blizzards
The T
Cheers
Ice Skating on Frog Pond
Street Performers
Downtown Crossing
Filene’s Basement (the original)
Boston Common
Public Garden
Beacon Hill
The North End
Landmark Center
Longwood Medical District
Brigham Circle
Copley Place
Copley Square
Harvard Square
South Station
North Station
The Celtics
The Lenny Zakim Bridge
The Big Dig
Seeing John Kerry park his car under the Common
Riding on the T near Rachel Dratch
Seeing Colin Quinn look at his own picture on the Comedy Connection billboard
Quincy Market
Chippendales at Roxy
Free stuff!
Free movies!
Bus trips to: Wrentham, Salem, Newport, NYC
The Kennedy Museum
Newbury Street
Newbury Comics
Legal Seafoods
JP Licks
Excelsior
Red Sox
Chinatown
Kinsale
TD Banknorth Garden
Mixfest
Summer KISS Concert
MLK III
Aquarium
Whale watch in Boston Harbor
Garment district—trannies
Mary Pratt—a league of her own
Reflecting pool at Christian Science Center
Boston Harbor Cruise
Laser Light Show at Science Museum
MS Walk
Midnight movies
IMAX monkeys
Riots at Fenway
UCONN games at BC
Fried cheesecake at Longhorn
ISGM
MFA
Random protests
Island Hopper
Harvard Medical School walks in the snow
Dove event at BU
Dog watching on Common
Park Street




Since commencement, I have been rather busy. I had a very nice birthday, as it was only 2 days after graduation, and felt very loved with all the phone calls from friends. Even one of my mentees from Teen Voices called me (and again just a couple weeks ago), which was very touching indeed. I was also very surprised at how many people left messages on my facebook wall wishing me a happy birthday and congratulations on graduating—they all seemed to come from people I didn’t expect, which made it even nicer to learn that they were thinking of me. As for what has happened since, there has been some visiting with friends and family I have not seen for quite some time, even meeting some twin baby cousins for the first time, and spending time with my cousin Danielle, who I had not seen in about 2 years. Then there was a basketball game and some gambling at the casino (and ran into Emmanuel’s women’s basketball coach while I was there), weekends and various in New Hampshire (and Salem and Boston) with Martin, a TOTALLY kick ass concert in Hartford (soo many great bands, and yes, Goo Goo Dolls and Johnny Rzeznik are my new obsession), had to start "fake numbering" some guys at bars around town, learned that some guys from h.s. now think I'm a hottie, and I've even been able to take advantage of some various volunteer opportunities, and met a lot of great new people who are just filled with a lot of great energy, so its fun just being around them. Professionally, I've started on a book proposal that I hope to have finished by next month so I can start shopping it around publishers, and I've also taken on some freelance work for a couple magazines and even a card company, and have stuff up already on some websites. Amusingly enough they are most interested in my relationship stories, so I guess that means that any advice I give in that area now has actual professional value. Just call me the “cleaned up Carrie Bradshaw”—no cigarettes, expensive shoe fetishes, or Mr. Big, just a good grip on love, life, and reality, and the talent to put it down on paper. Don’t worry, I’m not writing about any of my friends’ stories…yet ;)

The freelance thing is soooo fun with the new love of my life--"Ducky" my super sexy new MacBook. OH, it gives such good lap! I am a total Mac snob now too, PCs seriously bother me. Like seriously. Its not even funny. I love this thing so much for all the features and efficiency, plus the free stuff I got with it (hello iPod and friends) and its kind of fun being part of this kind of "exclusive group"--I get such a kick out of seeing celebs using Macs on tv or in movies, and I TOTALLY get those "I'm a Mac, I'm a PC" commercials.


Most interestingly, over the summer, I also was treated to lunch by two of my old high school teachers, Mr. Neilander and Mrs. Hall. Besides the obvious treat of being taken to lunch, I very much enjoyed learning the more “grown-up” sides of my former teachers, including things that have happened in past years at the end of the year party the teachers have every year (who drinks what, who dances where, and even who has hit on who!), and the fact that Mrs. Hall at one time had her bartender's license! Imagine sidling up to the bar and little Debbie Reynolds/ Mrs. Hall leans over and says, “What do you want, beautiful?” This tidbit was revealed to me after I impressed both of them with my request for a Dirty Girl Scout when Mr. Neilander ordered me a drink (which is like the first thing he wanted to get me when he came in by himself at first). Mrs. Hall likes Manhattans, straight up, with dirty rocks on the side, while NeiGuy prefers Absoluts with Cranberry. We discussed a great many things, not the least of which was gossip about former fellow classmates. I was quite surprised at the amount of information our former teachers hear about us sometimes—in some cases they know things about us that we don't even know, as in the instance of what people—friends and even family—say about things that we do while we are hundreds of miles away at school. And even further, to think that I could hear this information from, of all places, my former high school teachers! I can only imagine the countless other ways things can get discussed and passed around. Oh, and by the way, apparently it does absolutely no good to tell someone “Oh, please don't tell anyone else.” If you're not willing to listen to what other people have to say, then you can expect, nary GUARANTEE that you will be talked about, A LOT. Wallingford gets shit around man.

It was also very amusing to discuss my senior week and commencement with them, as well as some of the other things that had happened to me in Boston this past year, such as my internship at the magazine. I showed them pictures from the ball after Mrs. Hall asked me if I was still seeing “that nice boy.” Mr. Neilander grabbed the picture of Martin and I and proceeded to study it very carefully. Asking:
“And who is this in the picture with you?”
“My boyfriend.”
“What's his name?”
“Martin.”
“Martin what?”
“Kolodnicki.”
“He's a very good-looking young man.”
“I think so.”
“And how long have you been dating?”
“Over two years now.”
(to Mrs. Hall) “She never tells me anything.”

Mrs. Hall then laughed and said “Oh she didn't tell you about him?” Well he's very nice and respectful and her parents love him and he's going to school and working up in New Hampshire.”
“And he's trilingual!” I chirped.
Mr. Neilander asked in what languages and I told him—he seemed oddly amused to be hearing about all this. They asked other things like what school he's going to and how often I see him, and I told them not often while I am in CT, but its ok because we've dealt with it before and I don't do the girly thing and freak out if I don't get to talk to him every single day of my life. Our relationship is much more mature than that, and we both are respectful and supportive of the fact that we both have other important things to work on as well. They both laughed at my “girly” remark—it is the way of high-schoolers (those they must deal with as a consequence of their careers) as well as people who have high-school type relationships where people let emotions and hormones and the like get the best of their judgment and priorities in life. I couldn't help but laugh myself at NeiGuy's earlier comment—it is official, I have yet to show Martin's picture to anyone and not have them comment on his good looks— both genders, gay and straight, all the way from high school teachers, to college professors, as well as friends and family.







So now that for the most part, I am all caught up and “updated” and all that, I’ve decided that I am going to take an indefinite “break” from LJ, which means I won’t be updating, nor reading anyone else’s posts for quite some time. It seems that this comes at an appropriate time as I have been meaning to post this for awhile and then after having a rather rough couple of weeks thanks to health issues with some dear loved ones, I was very hurt this evening for no other reason than someone on LJ decided to be rather immature and say some unkind things. I have been practicing as best as I can to have good karma and do my very best to put out good energy to the world, be they friend or stranger, because I believe, in the end, what you give out is what you get back. I think this is a good lesson for all of us. In regards to disregarding LJ, part of this decision is unintentional, as it is it took me months in order to find the time to post about the end of senior year. The other part that is intentionally deciding to take this leave of absence has come to this conclusion for a number of reasons. For one, with all the important things going on in my life right now and with bigger and better to come, its best to keep distractions to a minimum. I feel that if I am going to sit at the computer and write, I should be working on something productive, such as my freelance projects, which will be unendingly more productive. There are other reasons as well, for example it has always bothered me the way some people use LJ as a place to complain for the most part, and because of my uncertainty as to whether these people are crying out for attention or simply venting, I hesitate to comment and often get seen as insensitive. Besides that, I still have trouble listening to friends who do nothing but share the gripes with the friends they choose not to share anything else with. Friends share both the ups and downs, and if you can’t be bothered to share anything other than negativity with me, then I don’t need that type of destructive energy in my life. Add to that the people who name names constantly telling secrets and gossip about other people, or writing posts that exclude one or two people at a time because you are talking about them—I have not now nor have I ever made a practice of advertising other people’s gossip on here, and I for the most part, have used LJ for positivity or reflection, because I would rather not immortalize the other crap. I just do not feel that my time is best served sitting around and immortalizing unkind words about people, and I have never felt that way. As long as I am being honest, let me also say that there was a period I went through where I made a point of leaving comments in other people’s LJ’s if not to express outright positivity, then at the very least to let them know that I cared because sometimes its just nice to get a little something back when you give so much. That period ended very shortly after I found that no one else could reciprocate this for me. Whether this was because everyone was too busy to comment, or perhaps even read my posts, or that they simply could not find it within themselves to be positive, I am not sure. I would become disheartened at how no one would even seem to care what I wrote, if they even read it at all, which seemed evident. I learned the easiest way not to be hurt by this is to not really care about LJ at all. Friends don’t keep in touch via internet journals, if they care enough they will actually make the effort in other ways. Even if they don’t, because there are times when life does not afford us this luxury, if they are truly good friends, it won’t matter, when they meet again it will be as if they spent no time apart at all. I know that those are the type of friends I have.

Because of all these reasons, as I said before, I will not be posting nor reading anyone else’s posts for quite some time. I started a monetized blog a few months ago and have had some limited successes early on, so in addition to my freelance pursuits, online time will be much better suited to such productivity, rather than distraction.

I wish you all, from the very bottom of my heart, regardless of what energy you have been sending out into the universe, the very best of health and happiness in the new year. Stay safe and grow in love. Practice good karma, and we'll all benefit. Its just not worth it to be anything less when you think about it.

To conclude, I want to also let my dear friends know that there is about to be a very big change in my personal life. When it happens, I will let you know—or else I’m SURE you’ll hear about it from someone else.

Monday, April 3, 2006

1:20PM - ahh, it's almost as basketball-y as being back in Ol Connecticut

There are a whole lot of tall women on our campus right now.

That is because today is the WNBA 2006 Pre-draft camp--and its on Emmanuel's campus! HOW COOL IS THAT!!

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I spent some time snooping around--wanting desperately to take pictures but it would have been way obvious if I did--a lot of the players were just lying around in our chairs and couches on the upper floor of the Yawkey Center grabbing a nap. I did see Ann Meyers and Ann Strother-----soooooooooo coooooool.


BUT EVEN COOLER THAN THAT!!


As I'm running out the door to my internship this afternoon, I swung by the gym to see who was still around. Who do I find standing at the front desk of the Yawkey Center, but none other than the Great Rebecca Lobo, star player on the 35-0 National Championship 1995 UConn team, Olympic Gold medalist, innaugural WNBA player, and author--who was my IDOL for sooooooo many years. Yeah, I wanted to be like --"omg--do you remember me? I went to see you when you started your book tour with your mom and you called me on stage and let me sit with you, and took pictures with me, and ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" but I didn't--I stood and gawked, because I am still filled with awe in her presence. What a cool day though.

Friday, March 31, 2006

9:06AM - People can really suck sometimes

For Pete's sake, this has me mad this morning. You don't  mess with the Little Mermaid ok. It has always been my favorite Disney movie, and very few people have read the original by Hans Christian Anderson, but I in fact have and find it to be one of the most heart-breakingly beautiful love stories ever written. PEOPLE--LEAVE HER ALONE!!!



Denmark may move famed mermaid statue...because stupid tourists and vandals won't leave her the fuck alone

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

3:29PM - the tale I have been working and reworking in my head since my spring break...

The annals of history will not remember Bill Baker. Even if a great scholar were to pause long enough to record the events of Bill Baker's life, it would be difficult to find any measure of greatness among them. Of all the great men that have lived and done important things for this world, Bill Baker does not rank among them. And yet, on the first Saturday of March, in Woodmont, a small borough on the coast of Long Island Sound in Milford, CT, a gymnasium filled with people gathered to hail the nearly 32 years they had all come to know Bill. It was during these past 32 years that Bill faithfully served the people of Woodmont as their friendly neighborhood postman.

Woodmont is not known by anyone outside of it--if you have never been there, or do not know anyone from there, you could spend hours looking at a map of Connecticut and still never lay eyes upon it. My mother grew up in Woodmont, and because my grandparents still lived in Woodmont well into my teen years, I have a fond familiarity for the little piece of beachfront property in Milford that my computer's spellcheck incessantly desires to change to "Woodman."

Growing up, my mother would take us down every weekend to visit my grandparents in Woodmont, usually spending a long afternoon having lunch, walking along the beach, or sitting on the front porch waiting for the ice cream man to drive by. During the summer, the trips were more frequent, and we sometimes went down a couple times a week. Spending all this time there is why I also know who Bill the Postman is. Those hot summer days my brother and I would sit on the stairs listening eagerly for the chime of the ice cream truck, we would often come across Bill, a big black man with a booming voice, as he delivered the mail with a hearty hello and a smile. Grandpa would always call out to him from the living room, and do his best to scramble out of his chair to the door so he could chat with him for a bit. Other times he would leave a cold soda outside around the time that Bill was expected, as this was a postman you could set your watch by.

When we returned to Woodmont this March, I thought about how much has changed since the times when I would sit on my grandparents front porch. Grandpa died 5 years ago this past December, and Grandma long ago moved out of her old house on Clinton Street, into a condo on the Boston Post Road. The old porch is no longer there--the house was sold to a developer, who tore the house down and instead constructed 2 half a million dollar homes, close together enough to be able to shake hands with your neighbor out the kitchen window. I'm in college now, about to graduate, and with time (and surgery) I look much different than when I would make the rounds in the neighborhood selling Girl Scout cookies to my Grandparents neighbors.

The party that Woodmont held for Bill was a combination of many things--a thank you for his years of service, a celebration of his retirement, and a farewell to a man that ultimately became everyone's friend throughout the years. I looked around at the people gathered. Many were young couples with children, most of them running around unattended. My Grandmother anxiously looked for familiar faces--the family that had 3 young children when she had moved out now had a daughter with braces about to enter high school, and 2 children that had long lost their baby blonde hair, but their dark brunette heads still remembered my Grandmother and greeted her "Hello Mrs. Fox!" and hugged her in that way that well raised children do. I looked at the walls and saw the banners that wished Bill well, as retirement was bringing him to South Carolina. The largest banner of them all had a giant picture of his smiling face and read big and bold across the top--"GOOD LUCK AND THANK YOU BILL--WOODMONT'S GREATEST POSTMAN EVER!" As I filled my plate with some goodies from the snack table, a little old woman with white hair and horn rimmed glasses exclaimed as she saw me and put her arms out in a hug. Though I did not recall her name, the inner recesses of my brain recognized her, and I smiled and gave her a hug.

"I'm so glad to see you, I was hoping you would be here today," she excidedly told me, as I nodded and smiled, still wondering who she was. For the next few minutes she asked me questions about what I am doing (yes I am in college, a senior, communications with a minor in studio art, interning right now at a magazine, hoping to stay in Boston, I graduate this May) and fawned over how tall I am, and how long and pretty my hair is, things that only a little old lady could say to you with out making you blush. After she said goodbye and wished me luck, my mother helped my failing memory to explain how "Lillian" was the little old lady down the street with the sun porch and the big piece of driftwood in the front yard with the flowers planted in it that I used to sell Girl Scout cookies to. Its funny how as you pass through life, you don't forget things, but certain things get filed away and you don't think about them for awhile. It was nice to travel back a bit.

Later, I went with my Grandmother to talk to Bill, not thinking he would recognize me, and I'm sure he didn't, but like any good-hearted soul talked to me and asked me questions (more of the same) and wished me luck as well. He thanked my Grandmother for all the kindnesses she and my Grandfather had shown him over the years, and held her hand as he told her how grateful he was for knowing my Grandfather, and how much he had learned from him. I felt my eyes blurr with tears as the memory of my Grandfather and the ache I still feel whenever I wish he was still around filled my heart. Grandma reassured Bill she would write him, and waved the little slip with his new South Carolina address on it in the air--when Grandma says she'll write, it means she will. Grandmas always make the best penpals.

We left after a short time, Grandma gets tired easily sometimes. Even as we were leaving, the gym was filled with people, all there because of Bill the Postman. Over 32 years he simply delivered the mail to the people of Woodmont, but he did it with a smile. My mom later told me about how Bill would often do extra things like check to make sure my Grandparents got their social security checks, and for that, they were always grateful. My Grandfather shared with him short talks and a sort of casual friendship forged by the simple act of daily contact. People in Woodmont came in droves to say goodbye to my Grandfather when he passed, and the borough of Woodmont showed that they are going to miss their postman.

There are many things people can do to be considered great in this world. They are not easy or simple or even common, and I doubt that anyone would ever say that those things included delivering the mail. It seems like today that the value of a smile is underrated, people all too often do not take that extra step, and we are all the sorrier for it. Woodmont is not known by many, and the people who live there know that the way things are within those few miles of beach are not the way things are everywhere else. I am a better person for having a connection there. I'm glad to know Woodmont. I'm glad to know Bill Porter. As I go through life, I will make sure I do my best to remember him wherever I go.

3:27PM - random amusement while on my break at internship...

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Monday, March 27, 2006

11:08PM

Oh my dear, there is SOOO much I need to sit down and seriously write about (for like weeks now), but all I have time for is a quick plug before its too late!


What's your "secret power" for the month of March? Check out your Powerscope for the month of March at the Teen Voices Magazine website--they've all been researched, written, and edited by me!


http://www.teenvoices.com/issue_current/tvpowerscopes.html

Thursday, March 2, 2006

3:16AM




3:08AM - Winners to be revealed on Oscar Night!




Best Picture

Brokeback Mountain


Best Direction

Brokeback Mountain - Ang Lee


Leading Actor

Philip Seymour Hoffman - Capote


Leading Actress

Felicity Huffman - Transamerica


Supporting Actor

Paul Giamatti - Cinderella Man


Supporting Actress

Rachel Weisz - The Constant Gardener


Adapted Screenplay

Brokeback Mountain


Original Screenplay

Crash


Animated Feature

Corpse Bride


Original Score

Memoirs of a Geisha



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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

1:53AM - Toooo Cool!

Ok, my college, little Emmanuel College, here on The Fenway in Boston, like 2 blocks from Fenway Park, admittedly a very "baseball" area, is going to host the 2006 WNBA pre-draft camp!

YEAH HUH!

Check it out man:

http://emmanuel.edu/emmanuelnews/announcements/060217_wnba.asp

Monday, February 27, 2006

1:21AM

I know--its the coat again, I'm seeming a little obsessed here, but look! I got an awesome purse to go with it!! And ANOTHER deal--10 bucks at Burlington Coat Factory--they're more than great coats!

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More photos of where I wore it to--a night out with friends at Vinny T's!

http://emmanuel.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002658&l=74dff&id=45301501

Sunday, February 26, 2006

5:58AM - To bed with me, but before its too late!

Check out your "Powerscope" (a horoscope with a twist) at the website for the magazine I am interning at, Teen Voices--not only did I help write and edit them, but I'm also the one that put them up there, so have fun with them!

http://www.teenvoices.com/issue_current/tvpowerscopes.html

Monday, February 13, 2006

2:32AM - Ku-u-ipo

So last weekend Martin came over and we went up to the Salem NH mall because I thought I would find a dress for the Love Cabaret. Instead we just shopped around, I spent a significant amount of time petting puppies in the pet store, and got dinner at Burger King at the food court. Not too exciting you would say. Well, I wouldn't, because we ended up going into a Weathervane, which apparently as an entire chain is going out of business, so everything was like 75% off. As a result, I found this fantastic coat, regularly marked $250 dollars, marked down to, get this--25 BUCKS!!!!! I KNOW!! Of course I had to get it, and its just fabulous--woven wool--so nice and warm, a satin-finish polyester lining, and removable fur trim, so it can be worn like a regular trench. Check it out:

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So instead of a dress (or even a puppy) I walked out with what is now my favorite new coat, and a box of dark chocolate Godiva truffles to boot (Martin's treat).




This week was the Love Cabaret, a dance held annually in order to raise money for a scholarship fund. Martin and I had attended last year, and because of various things occupying our time this year, we both decided that we would like to go again, but didn't spend too much time thinking about it. As I said before, I didn't get a dress, instead I just put together something nice from things I have in my closet--one being a blouse that I had never worn before, that had a really pretty black lace see through back, which you can't see in any of the pics. I paired it with a black skirt and cherry red shoes (in honor of the love theme). Martin totally faked me out about what he wore. I told him ahead of time that I was going to wear red and black, and that he could just wear his black shirt, black tie, and black pants, unless he wanted to get a red tie to match. He said he would go shopping, but didn't tell me when he did. Before he came on Friday, he said that he couldn't find his black tie and that his black pants didn't fit anymore so he had to wear grey ones. Whatever, as long as you are in clothes. When he arrived (a half hour late, although that was fine as I was late getting ready myself) I ran to the front desk when they called me to sign him in, and turned the corner and gasped as he stood up to greet me. Like the dashing handsome devil that he is, he was in shiny red shirt, black silk tie, black pants and jacket, and the white scarf my mom got for him last Christmas, holding a bouquet of roses. He kissed me and handed them to me, along with a bag of dark chocolate Lindt truffles, as I lead him back to the suite so I could put my flowers in water, and then be off to the dance.

We got there shortly before the food started to be served, and we sat at a table with Danielle and Dave, albeit across from them. We had our pictures taken by the photographer, and then got up to get some food--soul food featuring fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and the like. As I went down the line getting served, a man who works in admissions (whose name I forget) looks at me and goes "Do you ever watch America's Next Top Model?" I said yes, all the time, its my favorite. He goes "You look like Shandi! You need to go try out for that!" I laughed and said thank you, that I have been told that before. Martin and I sat down and enjoyed our food--especially since I found that they had coca cola! We snuck off to check my mail for a bit and then returned and danced for a bit, before both of us, being tired, decided to go back to the dorm.


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More Love Cabaret photos...

http://emmanuel.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002357&l=6e5d5&id=45301501


The info session I had signed up to work for admissions was cancelled, and we went to bed at a reasonable hour so that we had time to get up for brunch and then make Andi's and my appointment to look at apartments at 2. The apartment was very short, and we walked the Fens back, watching the ducks and geese, and then stopping for lottery tickets (Andi's idea). The rest of the day was filled with little random non-important things but it was sooooooo nice to be able to spend a substantial period of time with Martin where we both weren't stressed out about something going on in our lives. We help each other relax and just slip very easily into this place where there is a lot of smiling and joking and playful teasing and cuddling and lots of fun stuff that just really is about enjoying each other's company. Out of anything I've realized recently, is that even though he is only a year and a half older than me, he is really so much of an adult that I never have to worry about immature problems or situations with him. He takes such good care of me, and I am so grateful for that, because I know what he needs from me is to just be a support, and it makes me so happy to know that what he needs he finds in me.

Current mood: loved

Wednesday, February 1, 2006

6:48PM - Check out my new trailer!

Bet you didn't know that I'm a movie star...

Current mood: amused

Thursday, January 26, 2006

2:20AM - You could move on this moment...

today was exciting, however, it was also very tiring, so I will be sparing on the details


first day of my internship as an official editorial assistant--had some fun projects to do right to start off with, and like the staff and fellow interns that I have met at the magazine so far

turns out, they had an extra ticket to go to the Celtics game tonight, so I got to go and had a lot fun and am amused at the fact that that is another thing I can cross off the list of "Things I have been meaning to do here in Boston ever since I started college"--and I didn't have to pay for anything other than the T fare!

a great moment at halftime during a lay-up contest--the radio dj emceeing says after one of the female contestants said she was from Guilford CT--"Are you a husky fan? The ladies from Connecticut know how to play basketball."

I had to share the most random cause for a smile today--as I am getting off the T at Park Street today to go to my internship and walking towards the exit, a tall, well dressed (business-y), most likely homosexual black man puts a hand on my arm and says to me quite loudly "You have an AMAZING walk. The walk is great." Now, mind you I was in my new really great but somewhat clunky snow boots, so I wasn't rocking it as much as I can in the three inch heels, but I was otherwise well-dressed and very excited about going in to my internship--I guess my pride and confidence was very visible this morning--but talk about the most unique compliment to receive from a random stranger!

Current mood: cheerful

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

1:39AM - You've Got a Friend in Me...

Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.
Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.

Friend: has never seen you cry
Best friend: always had the best shoulder to cry on

Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink
Best friend: opens the fridge and feels at home

Friend: asks you to write down your number.
Best friend: they ask you to remind them of their own number cuz they can't remember it

Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives
it back.
Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff

Friend: only knows a few things about you
Best friend: could write a biography on your life

Friend: will leave you behnd if that is what the
crowd is doing
Best friend: will always go with you

Friend: will tell the cops the truth and then go home
Best friend: will tell the cops the truth sitting next to you behind bars saying "damn that was fucking awesome!"

Friend: would read this and move on
Best friend: will copy and paste this on to their best friend



I have more to add to this, but its so funny because Cheryl called me tonight because she was majorly stressing about something and needed my advice--by the time we got off the phone it was a couple hours later, and her voice didn't sound stressed anymore:)


OTHER things that my best friend knows about me (or I know about her, or we both know about each other):

*our mom's maiden names
*what mood we are in by the sound of our voice on the telephone
*how we will react to what each other might say (way beyond finishing each other's sentences)
*members of each other's extended family
*where each other's grandparents are buried (mostly in the same cemetary oddly enough)
*what our family's schedules our like, and how we get along with different members of our family
*Cheryl's neighbors know me by name and ask me about school
*we've been to each other's happy events--the birthdays and graduation parties, but we've also been to the sad stuff too--wakes and funerals--and lots of family events in general
*I can honestly say that I have either gotten for her and been with her when she bought half (or over) of the stuff in her room...including her underwear drawer
*speaking of underwear, Cheryl nows buys it for me keeping in mind Martin's preferences--because she knows that too
*we never have short telephone conversations--and when we start to say goodbye, it usually takes ATLEAST half an hour more before we finally hang up
*we don't just have memories, we have "memory genres" like--"movies we've seen together," "fun excursions we've been on," "parties and sleepovers," and my personal favorite, "things we have done where Cheryl has done something clutzy in the middle of it"
*saying "I love you" has a very special meaning all its own
*you know all the regular stuff too--like favorite foods, past crushes, favorite color--etc.
*buying each other gifts is like the easiest shopping ever
*yeah, you've done some of the really cliched girly "best friends" stuff too
*you have secret code words and phrases
*you can talk about the gross embarassing stuff and not even care or think twice any more
*having something important in your life is not worth having until we've shared it with each other



I'm sure there is more, but I have to go to bed--internship tomorrow--first time I will be going in not just for training but as an editorial assistant! yahoo!

Current mood: loved

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

1:16AM - Live for each second without hesitation...

I really haven't had an update of anything relevant in my life for quite awhile. I have been meaning to post some things up here, like about how Martin pulled strings at work to come down the day before Thanksgiving so that he could come with me to the ever important Powder Puff game, and then finally bit the bullet and slept over at my house (in a guest room) and celebrated Thanksgiving with us. All of it was so very nice.

Break was nothing in particular, except it went by all too fast. As I get older (which lately seems to be happening rather quickly) I'm learning to appreciate the importance of everything a little more.

SOOOOO, I moved back in on MLK day, in preparation of embarking on the last semester of my undergraduate career. Do not ask me if I cried, you know I did...

Friday afternoon Andi and I took advantage of the beautiful weather, albeit somewhat later in the day than when we had planned, but nonetheless had a really great walk along the Charles then down back into the city through Kenmore Square. While we weren't bundled up, as it was warmer, we weren't exactly flashing a lot of skin, however, we did get honked or whistled at like 4 times throughout. Guess the Boston men are getting horny. Spring must be coming soon, lol.

Saturday I worked for the admissions office as they had an information session. First thing I had done for them in awhile. I got to wear my new ambassador shirt, and had my Emmanuel hat and coordinated shoes to match, as well as some yellow elastic-d pigtails, as it was a beautifully warm day. I kind of miss doing tours come to think of it, but I have no time to do it on a regular basis. Plus, its always nice to be able to do them and get paid for them, which only occurs on the weekends. After I got out of the tour, Martin arrived, which was thrilling, as I had not seen him for about seven weeks. Yeah--between him having important things to do, and snow, sickness, and other things over break, Saturday could not come soon enough. So, he came into the suite briefly to say hi to the girls, and then we headed out to drive to Salem, MA, on a jaunt in search of dinner and adventure. I gave him his Christmas and birthday presents finally, as well as ornaments that I made for his mom. While he did forget to bring my Christmas present with him (it will be coming next week) I did get treated very well in Salem. We parked in front of the school that was in Hocus Pocus, and then walked through the center of town, I of course was distracted every step of the way by all the puppyfaces that were out for a walk on the nice day. I saw a white poodleface wearing a pink shirt, a beautiful reddish chocolate colored greyhound that was afraid of everything, a well behaved old golden retreiver keeping guard at the open door of a store, and a "lamp dog"--one that had a big cone around its head due to a recent surgery. Our first find lead us into a Polish deli, where among the Polish music, I busted some moves to the Macarena that suddenly started to play at one point, and was very titilated at the fact that my boyfriend was able to order things in the native language of the owners...never get tired of the foreign language thing, have to say. We snacked on some type of Polish ham (I think) that he ordered, and then moved on to a candy store where he let me order my choice (went for the fudge, and am still wishing I had got some dark chocolate truffles too--what a piggo chocoholic I am!) We then moved on to have dinner at Rockafellas, a really cute restaurant in the building of a former bank--they keep their wine in the vault that is still there. Martin and I very much enjoyed the delicious bread and pesto for munching, side salads, and then prime rib and garlic mashed potatoes with yorkshire pudding, while we talked of various things and people, and he intermintently eavesdropped on two women sitting at the table behind us who mistakenly thought that talking in German would mean no one would know what they were talking about (again with the foreign languages! omg, its so freaking cool and kinda sexy). Not too worry. nothing too private--apparently one of their sons girlfriends works in a bank yet doesn't know how to save her money. After we finished, it was dark, and we walked across the street to take pictures with the new Bewitched statue they just put in this summer, and then found the water and walked all the way out to a lighthouse not far from the House of Seven Gables and gazed at the AMAZING view of the stars. Near the House of Seven Gables were the most eerie sounds from the window rustling through the poles and lines of all the docked sailboats--it was soooo cool. After that, we spent some time driving around the town and in the midst saw the biggest rat I have ever seen run clear across the street (I thought it was a squirrel at first.) For those of you Wallingford girls that are interested, I now have another story to share--not sure if its as good as the Pope story (because frankly, that thing is legendary now, lol) but it is entertaining none the less. When we finally decided to head back to Boston, we couldn't find our way back the way we came through Salem, so while Martin looked for the highway, and I counted the number of Dunkin Donuts we passed, we finally found an on-ramp, and Martin treated to some chocolate donuts and milk for the car ride back to Boston--my goodness what a guy he is:)

Now today I started training for my internship. After going on four interviews and getting four great offers (website content writer at American Public Television, assistant at Performer Magazine, and content writer and layout assistant at WARM2KIDS.com) I decided to take the one that most closely relates to what I would like to do as a career, which is as an editorial assistant at Teen Voices Magazine. I only went in for 3 hours today since they are only doing training right now, but I may or may not begin to go in and work a little bit on Wednesday--the editor in chief said she would email me. It was really exciting to not only get all dressed up all BUSINESS-LIKE (I got some really great proffesional clothes at Kohl's over break, plus I have my new pea coat from Old Navy--(oh yeah, before break Martin and I went to Wrentham and we got some great deals, including matching pea coats! yeah, I know, some of you are gagging right now, but I don't care, I can wear boy's clothes if I want, its just a jacket for Christ's sake, it was a good deal, and we both look great in them), plus new fancy gloves for Christmas and I bought this great bag that can carry like folders and stuff plus my wallet, so it works great for the internship. The office is right at Downtown Crossing, so its easy to get to, although today the weather was craptastic. I felt like such a grown up walking out of there to the T with all the other suity men and women coming from the financial district! Ahh well. I am not about to get sentimental again. Its just too much. I can't deal.

Current mood: chipper

Friday, January 20, 2006

4:05AM - Ending Unplanned...

Heard this song while at home on break. A great happy song to bounce to, but also to live by...

"Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten...

"Unwritten" Music Video
http://music.yahoo.com/video/24637552/

Friday, December 2, 2005

5:04AM - hehe

Your Eyes Should Be Green

Your eyes reflect: Striking attractiveness and danger

What's hidden behind your eyes: A vivid inner world
What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

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