A New Baby In Town

Jesus. I'm not even going to tell you what music I'm listening to right now.  That's right. I'm ashamed of it.

I presume you're all  wondering what the hell the title of my blog means... Well.  For everyone who k

nows JP and Lindsay- the family I used to nanny for- they had their new little guy! His 

name is Balthazar Thomas.  He is absolutely precious! I'm so excited. If I had more than $2.87 in my wallet, I'd be hopping a bus back to Jersey to see him 

and his new-baby-loose-skin right now! But that will have to wait!

As for life- I started training at 

Cafenation last week, only to learn that I would have to train this week as well... so bogus.  I did really well (you have to make crepes- it's pretty nerve-racking) and they said I did so well that they may put me on for the weekend cause it was so busy. YAY MONEY.

::I had to change the music. All the songs other than their first single are wack as shit::

I'm back online at Athans; the internet at the apartment is back to being unbearable.  It put me in a creative/music rut for 2 days, so now I've forced myself out into the town.  I hissed, vampire-like, at the sun.  just kidding. maybe.  While I was in the creative block, I proceeded to put a playlist of the keeper songs I liked.  I took out the few songs that weren't my absolute favorites and replaced them with the straight hip/hop tunes I wrote this week.  I love it.  Jon is at practice now- he'll get home around 11, say he's tired, then I'll show him the work  I did on a song, and he'll get super into it, and work on it some more with me.  He's so great.

We were both so excited to sleep in late together today; or rather, we were both excited for him to finally get to sleep in with me :) .  Unfortunately he got a call at 6:30 from Vic [coworker] 

asking if h could cover 10-2, so he could attend his nephews christening. 

I know. a christening on tuesday morning.  Sure. Liar. I mean... not that it makes much of a difference- I only wake up when Jon leaves, then again to remind him to bring coffee home, then again when he gets there with coffee.  

Am I pitiful?

I've stuck to my work out and eating regimine.  My abs are starting to look great.  So are my saddle bags.  They look hot.  All baggy and shit... but seriously.  You would think I moved on to a strict diet of doughnuts, bread and beer.  I swear to god (I still get a subconscious guilty pang for using that phrase. Damn christian upbringing. Church lasts 2 hours.  Catholic guilt lasts a lifetime. Sometimes carries over into purgatory.), I do abs everyday, and rotate arms/back with legs/ass every other day.  My arms and abs look great.  My upper thighs... sweeeet.  I have no choice but to eat healthy, or virtually nothing at all.  We have absolutely no money til 2 weeks from now.  Jon's next check needs to go to rent.

My amazing headphones are busted.  the right ear doesn't work... I'm going to buy another pair, then return these in the case.  Yes. Hell.  I know.

I also emailed Olympus Customer Service about my bogus replacement camera charger I purchased. I asked for a one free due to my annoyance and money I had already cashed out. When that hopefully happens, I can post many more pictures... like pictures of the living room where I hang out.  And my neighbors house where I hang out.  Maybe the kitchen too.  Yeah...

maybe I should wait on executing the headphone scandal. I should see how the camera story unfolds, before I assume the negative karma from the headphones....

music time!

Athan's Bakery

So, I've decided the only obvious way for me to keep up with the outside world, is to come to the local bakery/coffee shop up the street from me.... ah free wireless and overpriced lattes that I guzzle before I can even get my mac book turned on. I always had a problem with making things last- money, drinks, and boyfriends- all inclusive in that statement.  

So two days ago I painfully rolled out of bed at 12; luckily I had showered the night before.  I threw clothes and makeup on, and was on the 57 into kenmore square by 12:30.  I met up with an old friend of mine on Newbury St for lunch. It was so crazy- I had known him when I was 17, I believe? We met at a show of his eons ago, and kept in touch, then, intentionally fell out of contact.  He had basically turned a blind, possibly bitter back on his partying band days- and consequentially all that came with it.  Regardless, it was great to grab lunch with him- later he sent me the 'fictional' memoir manuscript he was working on.   I read it last night- it was really really amazing, so when it becomes a full book, I'd challenge all of you to read it. It makes me excited to work on my story more. I'm laughing all the way through it, so hopefully you all will too!

So, here I am. Going out of my way to blog! How good am I, karms?? I still don't understand how to add a friends list, or add websites I look at... although the only thing I'd have to contribute there would be perezhilton.com, grouphug.us, and digg.com .  

I finally started training at this coffee shop across the street from me- as in, my location at this exact moment. I went in for two hours yesterday; it seems super easy. I can make a latte like no ones business.  I need money so badly I can taste it- my sugar daddy paid for my phone bill. He's so happy to finally be supporting me, and it makes me happy that he's happy.  It's the first time he's had the hungry-for-paycheck eyes.  I really love him so much. 

The album is coming together more and more every day, although I'm listening to Aesop Rock now, and I think I want to make more songs and nix out some of the old ones. Most of what we wrote has come to be eastern european dance/jazz, but 2 of the songs that we both LOVE are nothing of that style... which leads me to say that after this blog, I'll be opening Garage Band to make some new beats, in effort to make new songs that will help mesh everything together more efficiently.

God, I want another latte. I believe I have $4.00 left. I can't wait for my first paycheck. I need to buy a pair of boots. Fall has officially arrived. I need a jacket too... I have silly tour outfits that are far too skimpy and silly for real life.

Ah, tour is such an alternate reality- it really is.  But if you're on it for long enough, home is kind of your alternative reality... if you have a home... I wonder if I'll ever live in the same place for more than six months. If I had a magic 8 ball, I think the little octagon would pop up with an "Ask Again Later".

I LOVE MY LIFE.

I'm aware it's been a good few months...

And here I am. Shit. Where to even begin... tour was insane. I started writing it all down in my word documents, but shit was just way too hectic to keep track of. One day soon when I have some time I'm going to write down all the mayhem that ensued... The three vans we went through- trailer breaking 3 times in 2 days, or was it 4 in 3? Who knows. It was such a blur... All I know, is that it brought Jon and I miles apart then back together. Things have never been better.

I'm in Boston recording an album with him. Things have almost gotten to a standstill though... just with both of us job hunting and then different work scedules... I did start an awesome song yesterday though. It has a James Brown beat and some sick horns... def needs shaping though. Maybe I'll do it after this post? 

Jon had a show at Newbury Comics today. I woke up at 10 (a huge feat for me- I swear to god I dont LIKE sleeping late- it just happens) and got ready. We got to NC at 1, and I sat in the back and read 'naked, stoned, & looking in my neighbors window'. It derives from www.grouphug.us .... I laughed for 4 hours. And now I'm addicted to the website. Go. Enjoy. Anyways, this post was for Karamea. Cause I felt bad that I'm logged as her best friend...

I swear I'm just bad at blogging and the internet is shut off for a while here. Joy.

Atleast I have fall in New England to look forward to.