C'est la vie

First impressions of France: They most likely won’t tell you about a problem until it is borderline too late to do anything about it, and even then they won’t offer a solution.

Note to Self–always have a backup plan (maybe two or three pending on the situation at hand), and always be persistent almost to the point of annoyance and/or harassment. Also, start to let go of the “Metro NY/Boston” combination attitude you have developed since you were born, as it clearly won’t fly overseas.

AUP (American University of Paris) is not the best at organizational skills and relaying information to the person that needs the relaying. I found this out about a month and a half after submitting my course registration for Fall semester. Apparently, 400 and 500 level courses are considered graduate level (even though Northeastern undergrad goes up to 900), and thus three out of my five classes were graduate level. Of course, even though I gave 10 alternative courses, I was still officially registered for only two classes.

This is the point where I began to press the panic button repeatedly, as I need to pick a specific number of classes to graduate on time with my double major, double minor. Yes, I am aware that this is slightly ambitious on my part, but I guess that’s just me wanting to learn as much as I possibly can, wherever I can.

After countless of emails between my study abroad advisory and AUP coordinators in both the US office in Denver and Paris, I had had enough and picked up the phone to dial AUP directly, only to speak to three different people, before being told to go back to my computer and email more individuals.

Eventually, after a throng of emails and an increase in our phone bill from international calling, I finally became registered for Fall classes. I’m taking four (they won’t let me take five, even though that’s what they originally told me), and include:

1). Broadcast News Writing
2). Rhetoric and Persuasion
3). Visual Rhetoric
4). Feature Journalism

I’m pretty relieved that I’ll be able to get some of my journalism requirements out of the way, which leaves me for some more options come spring for my comm major as well as my psych and history concentrations. More so, if my schedule is the same if not better than Fall, Friday’s will be off as well and quite possibly Monday’s too. This means that I can go visit Marshall Cat in Florence. Dream score.

Hearts and Bones

I always knew that I wanted to move along in life and hit certain "check points" for lack of better words, however I did not think that the story could fall together as seamlessly as it has....or how seamlessly it's about to fall in to place in the near to distant future.

Apples and Oranges

Dr. Suess got it right, "oh the places you'll go".

It seems now more than ever I get asked the same question (or variation of) over phone conversations, dinners, and awkward first encounters, "So, what do you like better, Boston or New York?"

Over the past couple of months my politically correct answer has been, "Well, I'm not sure, as comparing the two cities is like comparing apples to oranges." The response, depending on which side the person I'm corresponding with favors more, is typically, "Oh well there's no comparison! [Insert Biased Opinion City Here] is by FARRR superior to [Insert "Less Important" City Here]."

Well, after much careful thought and consideration (and the dismay of many close friends), I have come to figure out that truly, I am a Boston bred girl at heart.

Yes, I am aware that I grew up in the shadows of what I will always call, "The City". That's what happens when your teenage years are spent in the Garden State, and adventures in New York are a short train ride away. I have close ties with the Big Apple, but in comparison to Boston, New York will always remain similar to someone I'm dating. As with everyone else living within the confines of Manhattan, I have a love/hate relationship which may sometimes classify as bi-polar. I get upset with the large crowds of tourists who stand still with their necks craned upwards all throughout Midtown during the commuting hours. Please, I beg of you, do not take pictures of another skyscraper while I am late to an appointment or am starving and need to get back to my apartment to make food. Speaking of, I'm not a huge fan of $7 boxes of Honey Bunches of Oats or $17 cosmopolitans.

I feel like this is a catch-22 though, as the nightlife in New York is unparalleled. There is always something to do, for everyone's price range. That being said, the city also is a vortex for temptation. In order to survive, one needs a good head on their shoulders or else it is very easy to get swept up in the hectic environment. I've found a good way to clear my mind is a run in Central Park or along the Hudson, coupled with a walk throughout the West Village. These are the tiny pockets in a big city that allow me to find some solitude and a moment to hear myself think.

However, I like to think alot, and the skyscrapers don't help. I'm blessed to live in a neighborhood that borders the end of Midtown and the beginning of the Upper East Side. But I need air. After a self-analysis this past weekend, I realized I need air because of my childhood. Summers on the Vineyard gave me an appreciation for open land and endless visions of water.

I'm a Red Sox fan; always have been, always will be. I proudly wear my Lester jersey in Yankee Stadium and am ready to tackle whatever explative or cup of beer comes in my direction. I like being able to walk wherever I need to be in 20 minutes. The feeling of the Charles come up on my face during a hard run along the Mass Ave bridge makes me feel alive in a way that Central Park can't ever compare to. I like that I can walk into almost any restaurant in the South End and know the owner. With the Vineyard being about an hour or so away, it's relaxing to have an escape route back to family.

The other day I got asked directions and restaurant recommendations for Boston. To my surprise, I knew every street name, the driving direction, and nearby restaurant. That's when it clicked. Even though you really can't compare the two, and I'm happy in either location, one thing will always ring true.

In the words of The Standells, "Oh Boston you're my home."

Got a Secret, Can You Keep It?

Busy as a bee for the next week and then some. T-Minus 6 weeks, and counting including Red Sox games, the beach, city livin', fashion shows, and everything and anything in between.

eeek!

(Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave)

Editorial Exhibitions

Last night, while perusing the Border's travel section for a solid 2.7 hours (no more, no less), I had a thought. After flipping through information on the left bank of Geneve, and thumbing my way from Beijing to Hong Kong in the latest edition of Fodor's, I decided that I would give up everything that I was doing in PR and start my career as a travel writer.

This impromptu decision then led me to pick up what felt like every book in the store that had something to do with living or traveling abroad in:

a). Geneva
b). Paris
c). China
d). Italy
e). All of the above
Secret option f). All of the above and then some.

Needless to say, I went with secret option F. I grabbed anything and everything that went near the topic of "expat" and frolicked to the cash register to pay for my purchases. For a nanosecond I wondered if I should really be spending money on numerous paperbacks when I already own about 20 that I still haven't read, and from a fiscal standpoint, I was at the point where buying groceries was about to become a pipe dream in the immediate future. However, this thought instantly vanished after the women at the register politely informed me that because I tutor kids (at Northeastern that is), I get 25% off my total purchases as it's "Educator Week". If this isn't a sign from God himself, I don't know what is.

With my new novels, travel journal, and fluffy feather pen in hand (as every good writer needs a good writing utensil), I knew that the outfit for my new career was far from completed. I needed something off-beat, a little extra "flair" some might say. I needed....coffee!

I pranced on over from the Time Warner Center to my loyal Starbucks on 58th and 8th, and ordered a venti chai; venti because all pretentious yet starving and underpaid writers seem to have one in hand at all times. I was tempted to go for the cinnamon dolce, however being 10:30 PM with work the next morning at nine, I opted for tea instead. Turns out the Starbucks card gifted from my Dad with "some money leftover," really equated to "$40 + dollars of free Starbucks for Cas," which is always a nice perk.

Vibrating home, dreaming about travels, I began to approach Carnegie Hall and Petrossian. Standing there, waiting for the red hand to turn into a white man (or for no cars to come screaming down 7th Ave), I had another thought. What the hell am I thinking becoming a travel writer? This is SO STUPID. I have to work while in Geneva, therefore will most likely have no time to write down my adventures in the detail that I would like, and morever, I need to graduate first.

Thus, I came off of my paper-buying, cloud nine high, and continued to walk back to my apartment and therefore back to reality.

The novels are actually rather interesting. As for the rest of it, well, I guess we'll just have to wait and find out.

Another Persa Please!

Wow April should be renamed, "Month that Cas was REALLY super busy and had no time to do virtually anything else". Reminds me a lot like the weeks preceding Fashion Week...oh WAIT, we're doing the same thing again except a couple of months later.

Not only did Cas get Loomstate jeans, and a scarf from Carasan, she also had two rings handmade for her. I'm the only one in the world that has these rings, which makes me feel special everytime I put the $3600 worth of jewelry on my left and right hands. My week has consisted of more and more model castings, fittings, and everything in between.

So far we've had great luck with model casting. As far as guys go, we have men who have worked on campaigns for Burberry, Polo, D&G, Rugby, Guess, and Calvin Klein. Oh. Hard life. The women are gorgeous, and one was on Project Runway. This is going to be amazing. To see the men in the show click here.

Thursday My and I went to a Vogue, Elle, and Calvin Klein party. In all honesty, not to sound pretentious, but it could have been a lot better. It was a strange crowd, and the Surface Mag party at the same venue was much more entertaining. Friday I had coffee with an old friend, and then went to pick someone special up in Chinatown for the weekend. The rest of Friday night/Saturday morning was spent sipping martini's and making fun of marriage and reading internet blurbs.

Saturday was gorgeous in the city. I mean, 60 degrees, sunny, the perfect NYC day. Brunch was spent with David and others, as David was down for a couple job interviews with Shahan. Unfortunately no Sarabeth's this go around. Dinner Saturday was by far my favorite, as we went to Vento and had truffle oil pizza and I downed a bunch of persa's. All in all the perfect dinner. Passed out at 10:35 that night and definitely didn't make it to Pastisse to meet David for drinks.

This week is going to be long again, but the comforting part is the upcoming weeks. It's also nice to look out my window and see all of the bulbs and trees finally blossoming. New York has never looked so beautiful to me as it did on Saturday, and I'm looking forward to many more days like that to come.

April Showers Bring May Flowers

Thank God it's April.

Cas did walk away a winner on Friday. I didn't get another pair of jeans. Instead I got a hand-dyed organic silk scarf retailing at $350. Sweet deal.

I just glanced at my calendar and it suddenly hit me: April. Where did February go? Where did March go? Is it really April already?

I'm not sure if I'm really ready for April. Every day is booked with something to do, or an event to look forward to. April brings May, and May brings Geneva. Where did the past couple of months go?

Tomorrow we get to judge models and cast the official looks for our show. I feel as if we're on the edge of some huge bubble that's going to break (this is a good bubble though). We put a client into Henri Bendel today! This was major exciting news and our client, Angel Lust, more than deserved it. She works so hard and is such a sweetheart. Again, tomorrow is the model casting, with five different agencies sending girls and boys over to us. Interesting. We'll see how that goes. Tomorrow night and Wednesday night I have coffee dates with old friends, Friday is the Guggenheim Party, and then the weekend for visitors!

Thank God it's supposed to be mid-5o's, 60's all week....All we need to do is stop the rain.

It's Always Sunny In....Midtown?

I got inspiration to write again from my friend Shona, who is studying abroad right now in Australia.... I wouldn't want to let her down!

It's starting to become easier living here. Not that it was hard to begin with, but my love/hate relationship with this city is slowly becoming more of a love/slighty hate relationship as the weather gets warmer. As I analyze my surroundings during my daily commute, I've come to realize this is the concensus amongst New Yorkers in general. Everyone has an extra beat in their step and a rare smile, okay more of a rare grin as New Yorkers don't smile, on their face.

Which makes me to believe also, that New Yorkers don't know how to handle warm weather. For example, Wednesday was just shy of 60. What did everyone do? Go outside...in mass quanities. We at work even decided to stop working and go for a run in the park. There were more people in Central Park that Wednesday at 1 pm than I have seen on a Saturday or Sunday. Does anyone work in New York? Seriously, doesn't everyone have a job or something? Maybe that's why the economy is in recession....everyone in the financial district decided to leave and go for a 5-miler around the Resevoir.

I'm not gonna lie, we at the office didn't know how to handle the warm weather as well, as following our run we took the rest of the day off more or less and went to eat at Republic and had outdoor seating. On the subway ride to Union Square we saw girls in short skirts and tank tops, men in flip flops, shorts, and wearing straw hats, and other fashion ensembles that were a little too revealing for the increase in temperature. This I guess only proves my point, people here don't know how to handle the warm weather.

Today was a wonderful day at work, as I went to the Loomstate showroom to pull pieces and create looks for our event. In the process, I got a free pair of jeans! The PR girl was so grateful that we included them in the event, that Cas walked out of the showroom with a pair of jet black, skinny, 100% organic cotton Loomstate jeans! Sweet deal, as I've been itchin' to buy a pair, and spending anymore money right now just simply doesn't work in my budget. Tomorrow consists of pulling more pieces and looks, but this time from Carasan. Their showroom is in Brooklyn by the way. Maybe I'll walk away a winner again?

Toodles!

They don't love you like I love you...

It takes a day like Saturday to realize how much there is that I love about this city.

I love that on a lazy afternoon, there's the ability to stumble upon a restaurant a friend has been searching for. There are moments where you pause, and are able to get lost in the scenery. In doing so, you are finally able to get lost in yourself.

I love that on a Sunday at 11 PM when I'm craving a cannoli, I can go out my apartment door, walk less than 20 meters, and get one.

I love how the wind picks up from the Hudson and brings new life into your face, or how the sunlight glimmers off of the resevoir.

I love that there's the option to stay in the bustling, fast-paced lifestyle of all that is Midtown, while at the same time being able to retreat to the confines and privacy of the village.

I love how a certain corner, a coffee shop, or a particular moment brings back romancers of the past, as well as the dreams and foresight of future lovers.

I love that at the end of the day, no matter how many couples I see on the street, I know that my boyfriend, New York City, is the best out of all of them.

If you’ll be straight with me, I’ll be straighter with you...

"I had confronted my ghost. I had accepted and released him. But now I was more haunted than ever because what I felt out there was no ghost. It was real."
~Sex and the City

These Words Are My Heart and Soul.

best weekend. pretty much ever.


I can't explain it. I don't think words would do anything justice. Everything was perfect; yes even the rain.

Taking Off To The City On Down

At this time tomorrow, this girl is going to be very happy.

I just have to get through tomorrow first, and tomorrow seems like a super long day comprised of meetings, proposals, contracts, templates, literature, and venue touring.

That doesn't matter though. I've been anticipating this for almost a month now.

Touch Me, Take Me To That Other Place

"New York is definitely haunted. Old lovers, ex-boyfriends, anyone you have unresolved issues with you are bound to run into again and again, until you resolve them."

Not like this is anything new, but I've been watching Sex and the City again and again. For some reason, I've been transfixed with a particular episode from season four called "Ghost Town", where Carrie sees Aiden for the first time since they broke up. I can't help but feel like I'm in the same position. Everyone from all all sorts of different pasts is becoming my present again, and my present is already involved with too much to think about.

Thursday night was a great way to spend the last traditional night of February. An old friend came in after work and we cooked a wonderful dinner and caught up for hours. After dinner we went out to Serendipity for dessert which proved to be the perfect remedy to our insanity of leaving the apartment and braving the cold and the wind.

This was without a doubt the most productive week at work we've ever experienced. Then again, when pretty much two people are producing a show worth an estimated $75,000 or so, yeah that's a lot of work for two people. The show might actually be more, and probably is. We haven't even gotten in contact with media yet. I feel as if we're on the verge of something big. Our project is going to explode at the perfect time.

Speaking of work, gotta go find that passport of mine...

I Think I Need a Sunrise

I had one of the most productive days today, followed by an amazing run (minus the incident outside of the Ritz at the end of my 5 miles).

But I have to say, the little note left on my away message was the sweetest thing I had heard in a long time. It made me smile in a way I haven't in months, and gave me more hope for the future.

(Confidentiality Respected)
"9:40 sometimes i wish you could come over to hang out like you used to (all the time)
9:41 it's like i have something to say to or ask someone, and you would prob be that one were you here"

....and I feel the same way.

Ghost Town

Every now and then, it seems that things really can't get any better.

And then they do.

It's amazing how quickly the weeks go. I always find this odd because the days seem to both crawl because they're long, yet fly by because we get so much accomplished in a given day. We've signed amazing new clients, and I eagerly await the next couple of months for different projects.

I have a love/hate relationship with this place, as I think most people do. It's a very private city, yet very extroverted and in your face. Social circles have been defined since the age of 3 at Dalton, and in the beginning I definitely was missing a lot of the life I used to have.

But that changes quickly. Little things pop up that you wouldn't expect; they just make you smile. I have dates with people from my previous lives in Jersey, Boston, and then some. Old characters become new again. Individuals you never think would come around, do in fact turn up, keep surprising you, and make your stomach nervous. Then there are the people you pray will show up on your doorstep; the thought of them arriving makes your head spin.

How did I get so busy all of a sudden? Is it really almost March? I know I wanted February to fly by...turns out it did.

Don't Waste The Pretty

My soulmate, aka my other half Surraya, wrote this and I found it worth sharing. This is the fifth or so installment in a series she writes which plays off of the NY Times best-seller, "He's just not that into you". Enjoy!

He's just not that into you...WAIT! I'm just not into YOU...

Ok, so it's about that time again ya'll the grimey-est of all grimey season is coming up. Why is this one worse then the prior ones?!?! Because the younger the girls are the SLUTTIER they are...they just don't care...this lack of self-respect kinda scares me a little bit, lightweight, because this is the future of America. Nevertheless, things have changed around these parts (for ya'll Southern folk! =) It has gone from them rejecting us to us rejecting them! And I must say the liberation is quite fantastic!

So let me set the scene…Girl meets boy in The Russell House (our student union). Girl likes Boy, Boy likes Girl, Boy plays games and almost loses Girl, but thankfully saw the light before it was too late and wifes Girl. Girl then proceeds to cut of all of the necessary skeezers to make things work with Boy. That’s when Girl begins to have problems.

Why do these insignificant hoes feel the need to call and/or text me (yes, I am Girl!) that they miss me and they want me back and if I stop liking my man that they want a relationship with me so they can marry me in a year and a half…blahzay skippy... If they can cook it up, I’ve heard it! But what makes it worse is they have girls of their own! They know I don’t want them, but they still proceed to conduct themselves in this manner…it’s really pathetic now that I am thinking about it… So when I turn them down on NUMEROUS occasions all of a sudden they wanna call and/or text me about what they did for their girl for Valentine’s Day or that they have a new girl or that they’re in a relationship.

Just in case there was any miscommunication up until this point I DON’T CARE! Just to set the record straight, my man was DEFINITELY an upgrade from you hoes and if things don’t workout between him and I will move forward, not back, I am too old for that! I just want to know when my pussy became the Holy Grail. I mean I am cute and sexy and all, but I am no Selita Ebanks so where is this all coming from?!?!

I know a lot of you ladies are out there trying to make your new relationship work or finding your single life to be FABULOUS and there is always some dude coming in tryna take you off the Yellow Brick Road and bring you down to his level with his games. FUCK THE GAMES!

Yes I said it! I’m here to let you know that you may have wanted this guy at some point…hell, he could have been your everything at that point and time, but I am here to tell you things are GREAT in ’08! And it is all about you! You tell that man that YOU ARE JUST NOT THAT INTO HIM and he can take all of his empty promises with him as he crawls back underneath that rock from which he came. Once again to set the record straight, I am not hating on you or your girl (even if she is a certifiable ho!) for the people who know that this is directed for them, I am just keeping it real. Any more time spent with these ex-hoes would be a waste of the pretty, and we DO NOT waste the pretty.

So all I’m wondering is why guys always do this when your happy? Like Big and Carrie, like they have some kinda radar and when you find everything you need to be satisfied they want to ruin it…just to let ya’ll dudes know, its sad, its pathetic, ya’ll are 20-something years old so take that energy that you’re focusing on me and put that to your girl ‘cos she probably needs it and leave me alone…

And for my ladies, it is a new year and a new you, but one thing that carries over from year to year is NOT to waste the pretty…

Arabian Nights

Dear Indian Consulate,

I hate you and your staff.

xoxo

And So It Is, Just Like You Said It Would Be...

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas.

What are you, what are you meant to be?
Speaks his name for you were born to me,
Born to me, Casady.

Lost now on the country miles in his cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green.

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.
Close the gap on the dark years in between.
You and me, Casady.

Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry.

Flight of the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.

Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine..

Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry.

Flight of the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.

Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
~Cassidy, Grateful Dead

Can't help but wonder if the songs lyrics I was named after have had any effect on my life or have unconciously guided it thus far...

The Day My Mother Almost Killed Me.

Date of Potential Death: Friday, February 15th.

Approximate Time AMEX Was Swiped: 7:16 PM.

Location: Barney's Warehouse Sale-NYC fashionista's greatest kept secret

Result: $600.13 in damage, but two amazing pairs of shoes, a dress, and a tank top.

Yes, I spent that much money on 5 items...but I saved ALOT. I got a Splendid tank top (regular $50), for $9.00. My Marc "This will go perfect for walks in Central Park with a picnic basket in May" Jacobs dress was $159, originally $420. The Guillaume "Perfect office day to night tan pump with bow" Hinfray stilettos were originally $425, I paid $105. Although what I'm MOST proud of...are this AMAZING, super sexy Dolce "Come do my right now" & Gabanna gold, mirrored, snakeskin stilettos. Orginally $980. I paid $300.

Okay, $300 for shoes....that sounds absurd, I'm aware...but I mean, you put on a decent pair of shoes and you just feel better. Immediately better. And let me tell you, these are HOT. These shoes are amazing with jeans, shorts, skirts, capris, dresses, underwear...naked...ANYTHING. I've already gotten ridiculous amounts of compliments for them, so that means it's a perfect investment in my eyes.

So in total, I saved $1,302. I had to put back a pair of black patent leather Prada's which was rather depressing, as well a another Marc Jacobs dress, two shirts from Rebecca Taylor, a DVF dress, and a Alice + Ritter blazer...but a girl can dream!

God Bless the Acela

Best Valentine's day ever.

I was sitting at work, and David sends me a text: "Want to go to dinner tonight?"
My Response: "David you know I'm in New York"
David: "Well that works perfectly, because I'm on the train down to New York!"

EEEE!!!! So David is here for the weekend, as is all of Boston's foreign crowd. I haven't seen David in forever (for our standards). Everyone is staying a the Royalton, (no seriously, they booked 40 rooms) which is a cool concept, but I don't understand why they needed to make a $200 million renovation to make the thing look like a boat. The lounge is cool, but the rooms are the size of a cabin. Literally, the rooms resemble a boat, with circle windows, hidden beds, and no drawers to unpack anything. I've never seen something more ridiculous in my life.

After checking him in we went and had dinner at Japonais. I've never had better sushi in my entire life. The food was a amazing, beyond. We had 4 rolls of sushi, lobster rolls, tuna flatbread creation, then David got a entree (the fish started with a H perhaps?) and I got a wonderful salmon dish. We also got a bottle of wine which was so sweet and yuuuummy. Best dinner in a LONG time. Words can't describe. It was beyond great to catch up in the fashion we did.

After din din we went and smoked hookah uptown around Sutton Place and walked back to my apartment at like, 2. It was the latest I had stayed up in awhile because I've been so tired/busy/etc. This weekend is turning out to be surprisingly amazing at every corner.

Chin Chin.

Not so much Sex, but a whole lot of City.

Where did Cas Cas go?

Yes, I am aware that I pretty much dropped off the face of the Earth on/around Soxtoberfest. A lot of things happened, and I learned incredible amounts not only about the human race, but probably most importantly, myself. If you surround yourself with incredible individuals you can do anything you want to. I'm a breathing example of such.

I've gotten a multitude of questions about what's going on in my life, where I'm located, what I'm doing, if I'm still breathing.... The truth of the matter is that the answer "yes", pretty much applies to all of the above. Well, except one question, "Aren't you in Paris?" The answer to that is no...techinically it's "not yet". I could have gone, I could went, but I can always go. As all my options lay before me, spending time with my family, and taking a deep breath for once in my life seemed like the better option.

That didn't last for too long.

I got an amazing job. I still have an amazing job. I am living the dream I've held since a little girl that has been carefully crafted throughout the years: Fashion + PR + Events + Travel + Cosmopolitan Environment.

I've had a livejournal for around 5 years now, but that has become private and friends only, and will continue to be that way. But alot of people who don't have an LJ wanted to know what the heck was up. Here's the place to do it. Granted this isn't going to go into as much detail as my other journal, and sometimes a lot of things might not make sense, so just ask me. If you do have a LJ and want to read everything in depth and detail, click here and leave me a message. I'll add you as a friend.

Quick Round Up: I just produced two shows for Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week and experienced everything Fashion Week has to offer. I'm going to Europe soon for both business and pleasure. I go for a run every day, write as much as possible, read books in my spare time (finally), and am brushing up on my French.

I wake up in the mornings, and I look around at my surroundings. I know I made the right choice.