My Second Home

I am fortunate enough to have 2 homes. One on Staten Island, and a vacation home in Upstate, New York. This house is on a dirt road, 15 minutes away from the nearest town. Can you say boring? Yes, that it is. Extremley boring! When i was younger i used to love to go up there. My family and I would go up there almost every weekend. In the summer, we would go to water parks, swim in the lake that is on our road with friends, and even go to festivals at the ski mountain. In the winter, we would go skiing, play in the snow. Now that I am older, i hate to go up there. There is not much for me to do. I do not like to ski any more and swimming in a lake isnt as fun to me. Usually i go up to my house maybe twice a year. My parents still go, but my sister and i stay home. I still think it is a beautiful how, and i am very fortunate to have it. I think i will appreciate it more when i am able to bring my friends up for a weekend without my parents being there.

Getting My Wisdom Teeth Out

This friday, I got all four of my wisdom teeth taken out. When i woke up from the sugery, I couldn't feel anything. My mouth was numb and puffy and there was no pain. I remember saying to myself, wow this isn't so bad. About an hour or two later, I was home lying on the couch and all of a sudden, the horrible pain came. The pain was unbearable. My doctor has prescibed me vicadins, but they were at the pharmacy, and i wouldnt have them for another half hour. So that half hour, was the longest and worst half hour ever. Tears were comming from my eyes it hurt so bad, and i couldnt sit still. Finally, when i get the medication, it was such a great relief. That night i had a horrible sleep. When the medication wore off, i would wake up and stay awake until i could take it again. The next morning i woke up, and my face was even more puffy. I could barley talk, barely open my mouth it felt as if my jaw was locked. All i did, was lie on the couch all day, sleep, pretty much do absolutley nothing. Again, sleeping was horrible, i barley slept. I would get up in the middle of the night, feeling so weak like i needed to eat something. Eating was another horrible thing. Eating all mush pretty much. Chicken broth, pudding, mashed potatoes. Thats pretty much it. And I had to slurp everything down. It is not fun. By sunday night, i had finally began to feel a little bit better. I was able to talk a little bit easier, and it was easier for me to drink. Today, which is Monday, my face is still a little bit swollen, and i still have some pain, but i am eating and drinking a little bit easier, and talking alot easier. The only thing is that it hurts to smile or laugh, and that i one thing that i do alot. I hope that by tomorrow and the next day that i am so much better and that i can finally eat real food again.

How I love times square

Times Square is my favorite place in New York City. I could walk through it 1,000 times and still not be sick of it. I especially love it during the Christmas season. I love going into M&M world. This store is 3 stories high, and they have every color M&M possible throughout the store. Also, during the Christmas season, they have charmin bathrooms, which was started last year. Yes i know what you are thinking, they are only bathrooms, but they are the cleanest and nicest bathrooms in NYC. After each use, a worker goes in an cleans the bathroom. During the weekend, the line is outrageous to get in. But it is well worth the wait. On thursday, i was in times square. For my discover NY class i had to go into NYC to take pictures of Times Square for a project that I am doing. When i was in NY that day, i also ate at a restaurant called the Stardust Diner. The waitors and waitresses are people who are waiting to get onto broadway. Throughout the night, they sing different songs. All of them are very good singers and I enjoyed listening to them all perform. Times Square is so beautiful, and i cannot wait to go back again.

My weekend at mount st.mary's college

As you all know, I didn't go away to college, and not many of my friends went away either. My friend Amanda went away to college about 90 minutes away from here. She goes to Mount St. Mary College is Newbourgh, New York. Last weekend Me and my friend Alyssa who also goes to St. Johns, went up to Amanda's college for the whole weekend. It was a beautiful campus, and the dorms were amazing. Living home while going to college, you dont really get the whole college effect. Especially the living on your own. Dorming for a whole weekend, was so much fun, I didnt want to leave. I thought that living on your own would be somewhat difficult, but in reality it is better! The only problem was that we didnt have a car because neither me nor alyssa were allowed to drive up. So all weekend we had to relay in taxis. The first night we were there we called for a taxi. They said they would be there in 15-20 minutes. A half hour passes by, no taxi. So we call. They said they were on their way. An hour passes by, still no taxi. So we call again. Again, they said they are on their way. After waiting another 15 minutes we gave up. No taxi wound up showing up that night. Thank god we were on campus instead of being off campus and being stranded in town. That would have been terrible. All in all though, being at my friends college was so much fun, and i can't wait to do it again.

I quit my job!

Today was the happiest day for me in 2 months. I was finally able to quit my terrible job. Thursday, i went to children's party places to see if anyone was hireing. The second place i went to, they hired me right on the spot. It was great. The next day, i worked for them and it was incredibly easy. Now since i had a new job, i was able to go to work today and tell them that I had gotten a new job, and i was quitting. Luckily, i had taken off the next two weeks, so today was my last day. I was soo happy walking out of there and knowing I will be able to enjoy my saturday nights and not have to worry about waking up soo early the next day.

A Puppy

Ok soo...last week i had to go into Arcadia Pet Store to buy something. This pet store also has puppies. So im looking at the puppies and i see a Yorkie. He is two months old. I took him out and held him and fell in love with him. He is soo adorable. After that, i went home and begged my parents for the dog. They said no, because we already have 2 dogs. This upset me because I want the puppy sooo bad, and he is soo cute. I would take care of it and everything. Almost everyday after that i go and see the puppy for a few minutes. I know, i know you must think im crazy but if i cant take him home, its the only thing i can do. Ive been trying and trying to get my parents to agree, but it seems to just not be working. I took a picture of him as you can see. He is just too cute.

How I Hate My Job

Currently, I am working at Silver Lake Golf Course, in what is called the Grill Room. I only work here one day a week, but it is the worst day of the week. This job requires me to be there by 6 in the morning. So this means that I have to be awake by 5. As a teenager, it is very hard for me to do. I feel as if my Saturday nights are ruined because i dont like to be out late because of the time that i have to be awake. If i am up too late the night before work, I feel sick in the morning. At Silver Lake it is very hectic and the pay is not very good. I have come to hate golfers. Most of these men are incredibly impatient and extremley nasty. Sometimes when there is quite a few people waiting to be helped it can become very hectic. This is when the men become extremley nasty. For example, i could be ringing up a customer, and another man with come to where the cash register is and start telling me his order. Not with a "can i have either". It an "i want, or ill have" This bugs me because they see how busy i am. I like the people that i work with though, they are all very nice. But the golfers and the hours are terrible, so i am currently going to look for a new job because i cannot stand working there anymore. Before this job, i used to work at Staten Island Paintball. As a teenager, its the job of your dreams. At the age of 17, i was classified as Assitant Manager, making $10 an hour off the books. This place was more than a job. It was one of my favorite places to be. Everyone that worked there had an amazing bond. It was like one giant family. We all enjoyed what we did, and even on my days off, i was still there. Starting the job not knowing anything about the sport, i soon came to love it, started playing it, and even got my own paintball gun. I quit after new owners took over the place because i would no longer be assistant manager and only be paid minimum wage. None of the other workers were going to work there any more either, so i didnt think it would be worth working there. I miss that job sooo much, I wish i never quit and i hope that soon i can quit Silver Lake.

Six Flags

This past saturday was my first time going to six flags. Looking at the weather forcast for that day and seeing rain, made my friends and I a little hesistant about going. But, we went. In the rain and I am so glad we did. The rain wasnt terrible, it was just slightly raining, sometimes needing an umbrella. At the park, the lines for all the rides were extremley short. All morning the most we had to wait were 15 minutes. This is very unusal, epecially for this time of year, but the rain kept many people away that morning. It was great because i was able to go one every rollercoaster at the park except for one which i chose not to go on. A few rollercoasters i was even able to go on twice. Im glad we went becuase since it was my first time i was able to try out all of the rollercoasters. By 2 in the afternoon when the rain stopped the lines began to grow longer, but i didnt mind at that point because i had gone on all of the rides already. At night, it became fright fest. It was so much fun because it really felt as if it were Halloween. That day we were in the park for 11 hours. Im am so glad that the rain did not stop my friends and I from going because not at all did the rain ruin our time there.

A Weekend of Laughs

Last weekend was the first weekend that i felt somewhat happy. It was as if all the stress I had was still there, but i was able to avoid it a little bit and be able to have a good time. That weekend mostly consisted of just hanging out with friends that make me laugh and always make sure I am having a good time. One friend in particular made me laugh the entire time. It was a great feeling to be able to laugh for the first time in weeks. I am trying to do this every weekend. Have set plans so that during the week, i have something to look foward to. This way, atleast on the weekends i am able to not think about my problems for just a few hours a day.

Hairspray

Last week i went to the city and saw the musical Hairspray. Over the summer when the movie of it came out and went and saw it. I fell in love with the movie and the music. The play was a little different from the movie but it was still excellent. One of my childhood crushes Ashley Parker Angel, a singer from the old band Otown, was in it. He was one of the main characters and also did an excellent job. I would definitatley go and see that musical again. The music is just amazing. If i did go again though, i would definatley get better seats to so i can see the stage a little easier.

An Enjoyable Day At Casola Farms

During the fall season at Casola Farms you are able to go pumpkin picking, go on a hay ride, travel through a corn maze, etc. A few weekends ago, my friend, my cousin and I went to Casola Farms. After using Mapquest to get there, I realized that I will never use it again. This is because after getting us off of the Garden State Parkway, there were no more directions. It was pretty much as if Mapquest was telling us here we got you this far, now find your way. After making numerous U-turns, and traveling down different roads, my 13 year old cousin finally decided to get out and ask someone for directions. We then finally arrive there. I found this funny that the youngest one in the car, got us to where we wanted to go. Being at Casola reminded me of my childhood memories. I havent gone pumpkin picking since i was little and stil at this age, i enjoyed it greatly.

A Mental Blockage

Stress. It can do many things to you. As you can see I have slacked in writing blogs. It has become one of my many problems. Because of all of this stress, i have slacked in school work. I can not think of anything else but all of this stress. It is like i have a mental blockage. When i try to sit and do school work, it is just physically imposible. Even going to class has become difficult to me because it is hard to sit there for so long. It is like i have become a child. I did not want my first semester of my first year of college to be like this. I wish I was able to start over, try to avoid all of this stress. I am trying so hard to over come all of this, to go back to the real me. And to be able to do well in school again, just like before.

Memoirs

A memoir is a memory that is written down about someone's personal life.
Usually I reflect on the nature of memory when I look back at my live journal. This was a place where you could write about your daily events or feelings on a website. For a year I haven't written on this live journal. Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I go back on my live journal and read about all of the things that I experienced in the past. When I am down I especially go on this page because thinking about some of these memories make me laugh. I am happy that I have these to look back on so I will never forget some great times that I have had.

Why Me?

Have you ever felt like that whatever you do, everything just goes wrong? That's me! Here I am, age 17, and I have never been so stressed out in my life. Whenever I think, can it get anyworse? It does. I have come to that point in life where I don't know what to do that will make my life happier again. Being a teenager is not easy. There are always those fights with friends. You get hurt by that guy you really like. But what hurts the most, is when your friends hurt you. Even worse, they dont feel like they have done anything wrong. This alone can stress you out, but when trying to get through to them, and you simply fail is even worse. Not only do I feel like i have lost one friend but I have lost 2. Now I know you are probably wondering what happened to make me feel like this, but if i were to sit here and explain it would be 3 pages long. All I know is that I try and try to get over this, but i physically just can't. I am too hurt by the fact how much a friend hurt me. I just never thought they could ever do such a thing. I now just take it day by day. Trying to get rid of this stress, but it is a long process. Sometimes it feels like its too long to handle. But I know that someday I will finally let go of all this stress. And that is the day that I cannot wait for!

Respect to those who fought for our country

hello once again my fellow bloggers. I know that my topics right now are all different, but I am doing this to discover exactly what I would like to write about.

Everyday, people are overseas fighting for us. They fight to make sure they keep the war over seas and make sure that we have a safe place to live. Six years later, I feel that many peoples appreciation to those fighting have died down. I was wrong. A friend of mine has been there and back. He fought for our country at the age of 18. I could never imagine being in an unsafe foreign country at that age. Sometimes, he still has to wear his uniform for events. This weekend I realized how appreciative people are to those who fought for us. For example, my friends and I were online buying tickets for a carnival. A man who worked the carnival noticed my friend in uniform. He approached him, thanked him for everything he has done, and told him that his money was no good here. The man not only allowed him in for free, but all of us too. After the carnival, the same thing happened at the movies. People kept coming up to him, shaking his hand. One of the workers also told him his money was no good here and allowed us all in once again. Now I guess you can say that my friends and I were a little bit spoiled this weekend. But i didnt think of it this way. I too thanked my friend for everything, and realized how imporant it is to go over to someone who is in uniform and thank them. The littlest things like that, help tremendously.

Feast of San Gennero

Saturday, was the Feast of San Gennero. This is when almost all of Mullberry Street in Little Italy is closed off. On the street there are games and alot of food. This year it was my first time ever going to the feast. In the morning it had rained, but by eleven it cleared up and became a beautiful cool day. It was a beautiful day to be in the city. Before arriving to the feast, i had imagined it as if there were all these italian foods all over the place. Honestly, all i saw that was very Italian were the pastries. All of the other foods were just like any other festival. The feast was packed and it was very hard to move around. I still was able though to walk from start to finish. Although it wasn't exactly how I imagined the feast, I still had a great time and will definatley want to go back next year.