Month: March 2014

Why was there no pizza?!

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Yesterday I watch the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie trailer. I’ve loved the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles since I was little. My brother and I used to watch movies and shows all the time. Rafael was always my favorite turtle. So when I found out they put out an official trailer I needed to watch it. I was going to post about it yesterday, immediately after seeing it, but I had a really bad stomach day; (sometimes my stomach dictates how my day goes.. it is never a good thing.) So I watched it again today and these were my thoughts during the three times I viewed the trailer.

  • Why is Megan Fox in this movie?
  • Time out where are the turtles
  • Why is everything in New York falling down
  • Oh well.. no one really likes Times Square anyway
  • The foot clan look badass
  • I feel like the Turtles faces look funny
  • Apparently BuzzFeed says they look like Shrek… I cannot disagree
  • I still have no idea why Megan Fox is in this
  • Its so dark whoa
  • Literally no reason for her to be here… She looks nothing like April is supposed to look
  • Where is the pizza??!?!
  • The trailer doesn’t give much about movie… Will there be a story line?
  • This movie looks way too serious for it to be about ninja turtles
  • Where was the cowabunga though? where?
  • This was pretty much a giant tease, I still know nothing about this movie

Really though, even the plot summary on the official youtube trailer is lame. And at the end of the trailer it says to visit the official movie website, which you need a passcode to enter. That was annoying. After trying things like ‘pizza’ and ‘cowabunga’ I gave up and didn’t make it into the site.

If this movie is ruined by pointless explosions and serious turtles, I am going to be so pissed off.

 

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Tudor City

I went exploring around where I work yesterday.

I never explore. Especially in the winter. It’s cold and I don’t like to leave my desk.

And when I say explore I mean I went to the park a block from my office and sat on the swing and watched the clouds go by and the people come in and out of the park and the little boy play hide and seek with his dad. I decided its a beautiful place to be, Tudor City. It looks like an old part of the city. All the buildings have stained glass windows and the people all seem to have that class that you can’t pay for (something I strive to have, especially in my old age.) It’s a place I wouldn’t mind living in. Waking up on the river; seeing the UN from my window; walking my dog along the park’s edge; exploring my tiny part of the world every day. I would enjoy the trees and the wind and how un-city like this little section of Manhattan is. As I walked back to my office I contemplated going back tomorrow. And then again once it got warmer. It would be the perfect place to read or people watch. Obviously I was excited.

But then I walked into the office was told we are most likely moving. Cool.

Oh and after that my day just got worse. I’m finally writing this because yesterday’s madness has died down… I think. So here are some Tudor City pictures from 3/25/2014.

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Things are lookin’ up!

When I graduated college, I crossed that stage with a heavy heart.

On one hand, I was thrilled to finally be receiving a reward for getting up at weird hours and staying up passed obscene hours, reading annoying articles, and writing a bajillion papers over the last 4 years of my life.

But on the other hand, I figured my life was pretty much over. I would never have a summer break again; I couldn’t just skip work because of a hangover or to catch up on sleep; I’d actually have to pay attention at work and not sit in the back of the class with my Oreos reading Harry Potter. This was going to suck and I knew that.

When I started work in July, I finally realized how much working could potentially suck. I couldn’t do anything during the week, I missed gorgeous summer days, I was always tired and I had to stay in cold New York while my family went to beautiful Florida between Christmas and New Years. I was miserable.

I spent all of January depressed. The weather plus my realization that I was going to be stuck at a desk for the rest of my life hit me hard and I was spiraling wayyyy down.

Then awesome stuff started happening all at once.

I found a groupon vacation to Europe. I couldn’t pass up a trip to Europe so I convinced my parents that it would be ok for me and my boyfriend (this is where I lost them) to go to Rome and Paris together.

After a bunch of convincing and a wee bit of begging they said yes.

Except my boyfriend didn’t have a passport. That was a good time. But finally he got his shit together. We bought the groupons and booked our flights. We leave for Paris in November!

Still, November is far away and the cold tends to make me restless. A few weeks later my mom told me we, as a family, are going to Minnesota for my cousin’s communion. I love Minnesota and am ecstatic about it. But we can’t stay long. We leave Friday evening and come home Monday night. Two full days with my aunt, uncle and two cousins is better than none I guess.

A few months back my mom told me to take off Holy Thursday and Good Friday; I will be spending the holiest weekend of the year in Florida with my grandparents! My parents and younger siblings will be flying down the week before, then my sister in college and I will be meeting them Thursday morning.

To keep this count strong lets recap:

  • it is now march, I will be going to a concert with my boyfriend on 26th
  • I will be spending one weekend in April in Florida with my family
  • One weekend in May in Minnesota with my family
  • I’ll be attending one wedding at the end of May as a date
  • And one wedding in June as a date
  • And I will be heading to Europe in November

Now I have something to look forward to every month. But it doesn’t even stop there.

My cousin Nicole is getting married next February and has asked my sister Elisa to be in her bridal party. That’s cool and all but what’s more exciting is that I will be heading to Vegas with the bridal party for the bachelorette weekend! My sister is only 19 so my parents asked me to go with her to make sure she’s ok, but apparently I was going to be invited anyway. So now on top of all of the fun stuff I get to do until November, I get to go to Las Vegas for the first time in August!

I guess being an adult doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would.

But now, all I want to do is start packing for my trips!

Ash Wednesday

Today is Ash Wednesday in the Catholic community. All around the world, people are walking around with dirt smudged into a cross on their foreheads. Today marks the beginning of the season of Lent, where ungrateful people complain about what they gave up and try to out do each other.
I grew up in a Roman Catholic household. I was baptized as an infant, received communion in second grade, confirmation in eighth grade, went to Catholic school from kindergarten to fifth grade and then again for high school and will most likely get married in a Catholic Church when the time is right and I’m with the person I love. I wear a cross around my neck, pray as often as I remember (which makes me sound like a brat but I remember often,) and I thank God for all the things he has blessed me with (I’m a pretty blessed person if I may say so.)
But after graduating high school and finally catching a break from the CCD classes and religion class every year, I began to really think about what my faith meant to me.
Sometimes people lose their faith once they start considering what it actually means.
My faith in God has never wavered. I always knew he was there and knew when to ask for help or when to say thank you. While I dislike a lot that the Catholic Church has done and a lot that they believe, I’ve never considered being atheist or agnostic. I’ve never considered another religion. I always knew what I’ve always known and always trusted what I’ve been taught. But there are plenty of things I don’t agree with when it comes to religion in general.
My dad always says, “even if there is no God and all these religions are wrong, what harm could come to you by just being a good person?”
For a long time that rang in my ears. And it’s one of the few things that truly makes sense to me.
After four years of digging and researching, learning and contemplating, I’ve realized that religion is a safety net. It gives people something to focus on, allows them someone to blame when things aren’t going well, and teaches them to stay humble when they are. Long ago, religion was used to comfort the masses; it eventually transformed into a way to control everything that goes on in someone’s world. Since its birth, people have used religion for the weirdest things. They’ve used it to justify wars, killings, and insane decisions.
But I don’t understand how people take a god so seriously that they kill their brother in his name.
A few years ago I learned that Islam, Christianity, and Judaism all worship the same God. Think about that for a minute. Three religions, who dislike one another enough to kill in the name of their God, all come from the same one, all killing in the same name, most of the time without even knowing. Whenever I tell someone this, they don’t believe me. “How can those people worship my God?”
Ignorance can cause so much more damage than knowledge can, my friends. The Bible has a story that I’ve heard a hundred times, that never mattered to me until the moment I learned we are all one.
Abram and his wife, Sarai, were living in Haran, a city in upper Mesopotamia. God called to Abram and told him to move southwest to Canaan, a land that God promised to give to Abram’s descendant. Sarai could not bear children, but with the desire to be a good wife and give her husband an heir, she allowed him to sleep with her handmaiden, Hagar. Hagar became pregnant and began to think a little lore highly of herself, which pissed Sarai off, which caused the handmaiden to leave, fearing Sarai. God told Hagar that she would have a son who would be a “wild ass of a man,” (Genesis 16:12) and to return to Sarai, in order to have her child in Abram’s home, so Hagar went back and eventually gave birth to Abram’s first son, Ishmael. (It is after this that God makes Abram circumcise all of his descendants, as part of his covenant which will give Abram as many descendants as stars in the sky. Good stuff.) Then God promises Abram another son, but this one is to come from Sarai, who at this point in the Bible is 90 years old. God also changes their names, which is why they’re both now referred to as “Abraham,” meaning “father of many,” and “Sarah.” Soon Sarah gives birth to Isaac and forces Abraham to send Hagar and Ishmael away.
According to Islamic traditions, that boy, the one born of a Jewish man devoted to God and his wife’s maid, is the ancestor of the Arab people.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
Ishmael marries an Egyptian woman and they have 12 sons, each of whom became a tribal chief. Their second son, Kedar, is the father of the Qedarites, and, again, according to tradition, is the ancestor of the Quraysh tribe, and therefore the ancestor of the Islamic prophet, Muhammad.
In the story of the prophet Muhammad, he says that while in a trance, the Angel Gabriel appeared to him and told him to “proclaim in the name of your Lord who created!
Created man from a clot of blood.
Proclaim: Your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who teaches by the pen;
Teaches man what he knew not. (Qur’an 96:1-3)”
The angel Gabriel is the same angel that appeared to Mary and told her she would give birth to the son of God, and the same angel who appeared to Moses. This angel is God’s messenger. In the Roman Catholic religion he is referred to not only as an archangel, but also as a saint. Gabriel is mentioned in the Old and New Testaments of the Bible, the Qur’an and Kabbalah.
So in essence, Muslims, Christians, and Jews all worship the same God. And it is ignorance that pulls us apart when knowledge could ultimately bring us together and stop the violence that so many have grown up in.
Learning this has had a huge impact on me. It has changed the way I see others and the way I see myself. I have begun to think differently, act differently toward others and have started researching other cultures because my curiosity cannot be contained anymore. It has taught me to accept others, regardless of their religious beliefs or their “one true God.”
I have begun to see myself as a child of God and have begun to realize what a child of God really is. People need to realize that we’re a lot more alike than we think… People aren’t as “evil” as you think. And maybe if we began to see each other as brothers and sisters a lot less killings “in the name of God” might happen.

A girl can dream, can’t she?