Danielle Speaks

I blew it off

yet another fellowship- down the drain. I just could not get my act together. I actively procrastinated. It all just seemed too hard. I guess this is sort of a confession. I still have two hours but what I needed was two weeks. My b uddy tells me no to be too hard on myself but I think actually I need a labotomy. I can already here the lectures from different loved ones coming. 
I'm not sure I understand it myself.

(sigh) Off for a run- staying fit seems to be the only passion I still actively pursue AND THAT IS PATHETIC!

Buddhist thought of the day

To be enlightened is simply to be absolutely, unconditionally intimate with this moment. No more. No less. - Scott Morrison

I like that!

My New York Age Concerns me!- Now it says 19!

My New York age is 19

This New York age puts you-generally speaking-into the young category. That's what you were hoping for, right? Run and tell your friends. Then get drunk (as usual). Then sleep it off. Then pop an Adderall. Then come back and consider experimenting with a more mature type of New York life (just once in a while). Have you ever been to the Village Vanguard or the Living Theatre? Eaten at Elaine's? Taken a date to Michael Feinstein? Before you laugh, check 'em out and see what old-school NYC experiences you can add to the new.

Does your age reflect how you're living? Let us know.

What's your New York age? Take the Time Out New York quiz and find out!

My obsession

lately, I have been a bit well obsessed. I am at a job now and I thought that being busy would cure this obsession- but no- it lingers in the back of my mind. Its an obsession of the male persuasion. Its a celebrity obsession. This person lives in my hood. His presence pops up every where- I go out and randomly meet the make-up girl on the film that his BFF is directing him in. His band is recording their album in the studio next door to my building! My friends who live in my hood have seen him pass my door! (its near the subway) People send me youtube videos of him being interviewed on the street talking about Williamsburg -as the camera pans I recognize the corner around the block from my house.  BAM sends me personal invites to come see him speak right after viewing his very personal documentary if I just become a member ( I paused on this and then decided no). I try really hard to respect the fact that this person is a human being not some sensitive hipster Ken Doll constructed for my mental salvation.  Its not working. I want to meet him- I am convinced that he will like me. I wish I had not watched his film because now I am ten times for the worse. He is just a skinny cutie pie! Kids this is deep and its real. I told my friend the other day that I thought I had a problem and without even flinching in gchat she wrote: "Yeah you do!!!!!!!" Ah well- GUILTY!

Well at least I have a job for the mini moment and a crush at all- I was beginning to think things were dieing inside.