From Wednesday morning to Thursday afternoon I spent my time shopping with my mum, literally, until we dropped. That is in our Renaissance’s hotel beds. Our hotel was right in Time Square underneath the Olive Garden. The Renaissance hotel is owned by the Marriott. It was nothing like any Marriott I’ve ever been too.
Immaculate, modern, sophisticated, mood-lit lighting are just some words that can describe this hotel. Twenty-six floors, I was on the eighteenth. And surprisingly, I was able to fall asleep at night, barely heard any noise from outside. But that might be because, one) I was exhausted from walking and shopping all day or tw0) we were so high up the noise was muffled. Either was, I slept like a baby, most of the time.
The day started out with my mum and I driving down to the city and looking for our hotel. Let me tell you, now that part of Time Square is for only pedestrians, (you can’t drive in it) it is harder to travel by car around the city, or at least in this general area. Once we parked the car in front of the hotel and checked in, a man parked our car. We the set out to have a taxi drive us to Soho.
On West Broadway in Soho, we were dropped off and walked into this adorably quaint little place called The Cupping Room Cafe`.
They serve all day, breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner. It was basically a bar, restaurant, and bakery in one. Delicious, delicious, delicious. I had a feta and tomato omelet with home fries and two glasses of chocolate milk. My mother had French Toast with berries and Vermont syrup, an over-easy egg, and crispy bacon. Of course, I stole some of her bacon, and of course it was amazingly mouth-watering. (For those of you on a diet, I repetitively apologize for you having to hear this delicious meal. But just wait until dinner.) The omelet was soooo freaking huge, it took up three-quarters of my plate, that I wasn’t hungry until dinner time.
After breakfast at the wonderful Cupping Room Cafe`, we walked around Soho in search of cutesie little shops. We went into this very expensive bag store. I saw a cute bag for $900.00. I was like, “No thank you.” and walked out.
Next we went into an art gallery. It was so adorable and gorgeous. They were painting and sculptures of The Peanuts, Dr. Seuss, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Where The Wild Things Are, Marvel Comics, Alice in Wonderland, and Coraline. Everything was over $1,000.00 so we just looked then left like the last store.
Next we went into this, again, very expensive clothing store. They said everything was handmade. I saw there was a downstairs and saw all the fabrics and sewing machines. Very original and unique. You just have to be Melania Trump to afford anything.
After that we walked into the store that was next to the last one called, Mango.
They had very cute girly clothes, along with mens suits. The franchise itself was going out of business so everything was 80% off. Now, this, this was my kind of store. $40.00 skirt, $30.00 blouse, very affordable. My mum got some stuff from them too.
Next we went to Bebe, because they were close by. I felt so rich when I walked in, that was until we were at the register. There was this wonderful man named Eric (I remembered his name) who helped my shop. I felt like every wall, every feature, every rack I looked at I took at least one or two things I liked off of it. And Eric was there all the time to grab the stuff I wanted so I didn’t have to hold it while I shopped. He said he was “holding a room” for me. How sweet.
By the time I was finished looking throughout the whole store, I went into the dressing rooms and he was like, “Ohhh, Angel, you’re in trouble.” I think it was because he had like twenty-somthing plus things that he was holding for me. By the time I was finished trying everything on, and after many indecisive minutes of choosing, I only bought three things. A gorgeous dress, and a bright yellow sports bra with matching gray sweat pants. Boyy, did I look cute! :3
After Bebe, we went into H&M. Now there are like twelve different H&M‘s, but the one I went into was sooo cool! The entrance has like flashing lights, the fitting room was painted black, with cool painted animated pictures on the ceiling. However, the store was over-crowded, which resulted in long lines for the fitting room and long lines for the register. Though, everyone who worked there was very nice. I ended up buying like six things.
After that we were exhausted and pooped. So we took a taxi back to Time Square and out of Soho, to our hotel. Before that, though we stopped at Starbucks to regenerate ourselves. I had a very much needed tall iced carmel latte with whipped cream. My usual drink from Starbucks. The best ever!
We crashed on the bed and watched TV until 8:30 p.m. We had a dinner reservation then, but it wasn’t a long wait, we got back at the hotel around 7 o’clock. We had shopped from 12 o’clock until 7 o’clock. Now that’s crazy. I haven’t shopped that long since… since ever. I’ve never shopped that long. Wow, my legs are still achey from that. And this all happened on Wednesday!
We ate dinner at an authentic BBQ restaurant called Virgil’s.
I had root beer and Pork ribs with their homemade BBQ sauce, mashed potatoes, mixed veggies, and corn bread. They smoked the ribs so much that you could taste the smoke, which unfortunately, I didn’t like. I felt like I was eating smoke. However, that’s how real BBQ is made, it’s a shame I don’t like real BBQ. The sauce was un-freaking-believeable, though! So good! My mum had a Corona with pulled Pork and roasted chicken, with mac & cheese, cole slaw, and corn bread. She liked the pulled Pork better than the chicken for the same reason of smoke.
We were, however, stuffed at the end of our meal, so we could not have dessert. It did sound good though. My mum was tempted to eat their Devil Dogs.
After that we walked to my favorite store, Forever 21 in Time Square. Let me just say, I was in heaven.
I walked into a big square room with tall walls and a high ceiling. In the middle of all the clothes and registers, there are escalators. I went down to the second floor, all Forever 21 clothes. A big square, with little squares in each corner. Every place filled with clothes. Each floor had like four dressing rooms and ten registers.
Then I went to the third floor, all mens and kids clothes. (21 Men and Heritage 1981.) There was a photo booth on that floor and I decided to take a picture with my mum. The first one was of us smiling, the second was of us sticking our tongues out, the third was of me kissing my mum’s cheek, and the fourth was of my mum kissing mine. It was cute and silly. Lots of fun.
After that we went to the fourth floor, the last floor. After I shopped all four floors, I had like twenty-something plus (like Bebe) and tried them all on. I ended up buying around ten things. Unfortunately, I forgot to use my $20.00 and $25.00 gift cards there. But, hey, there’s always next time.
Once we were done with Forever 21, we walked back to the hotel which was not even fifty feet away. The. Best.
We decided to have dessert. All that shopping helped us digest our BBQ. In the hotel, there was a lounge. I had onion soup and chocolate milk instead of the usual pastry. My mum had lemon oil and olive hummus on white toast. Yummy.
We were right above Time Square. I took this picture with my cellphone, so a little blurry, but still cool.
And yes, I realize it’s side-ways. Do yourself a favor, and turn your heads slightly to the left. It’s not that bad. You can’t be that lazy.
After that, we went back up to our rooms and crashed for the night. I slept like a baby, that is until I woke up at four in the morning. There was this very drunk, very wasted, very loud man in our hallway singing and talking to a whispering girl. My mum ended up calling the front desk because they wouldn’t stop and we couldn’t sleep. After like a minute, we heard the elevator ding (our room was right outside from the elevator) and the drunk guy scream, “A cop. F**k!”
It was so funny! :D I’m laughing now thinking about it.
The next morning we ordered room service for breakfast. I had oatmeal with berries and chocolate milk. My mum had eggs, oatmeal, toast, and cups and cups of coffee. After that we checked out late, around one in the afternoon. The hotel held our bags and car for an hour while we did a quick ‘errand’ to Build-A-Bear Workshop on 5th Avenue and 46th Street.
I got a new bear to not replace my old one, just to have a new one. His name is Dylan Junior, DJ for short. Here is what he looks like:
And, yes, you must turn your head again. :P
Isn’t he just adorable! He’s so fluffy and soft and I can’t wait to sleep with him! :D
After that we went back to the hotel and got our luggage and car. Then we drove to my grandparent’s house, slept over for the night, and came home this afternoon. I am still exhausted from this very fun trip! I would do it again in a heartbeat. Thank you mum, and thank you dad for letting us use your points for the free hotel! (:
Best vacation in a long time!
“A girl doesn’t need to tell you straight up how she feels, it’s written all over her eyes. If you can see how she feels without her telling you, then you definitely deserve her heart.”
I just finished watching the best-selling Millennium trilogy written by the late Swedish author, Stieg Larsson, directed by Niels Arden Oplev.
The films were all amazing. The lighting, angles, and direction of each film was very unique and professional. Oplev did a great job.
Even more credit goes to the man behind Lisbeth Salander, Stieg Larsson. He presented each character very delicate and precise. The plot was very well put together and grabbing. I was on the edge of my couch seat for the whole 428 minutes of all three films combined.
My opinion of the films are very high, 9/10 stars. (:
However, what I had to say about the plot was that either Larsson had a ludicrous amount of hatred for me, which is ironic considering he was a man, or he just knew of the horrid, unspeakable things men do to other human beings.
Throughout the whole trilogy, there was rape, murder, sex, violence, child pornography, trafficking, and language. Now granted, murder, sex, violence, and language can be found today in many movies, and real life. However, child pornography, trafficking, and rape is what I believe a little too much for me. It was rated R for a reason, and being seventeen, I am legal to watch it without an adult. Which I did. My mother didn’t want to watch it and my father was away on business.
I just believe that Larsson perceived men to be, in the words of Lisbeth Salander, “Sadistic pigs and rapists.”
I can’t begin to imagine living in a world with this everyday. Yes, I am, as are all of you reading this. However, more than half of us don’t live next door to a rapist, have a father with a double life as a trafficking boss, or fall asleep every night watching child pornography. And for those who do, you have problems and I pray the best for you.
Sure, not all men are sadistic pigs and rapists, but according to Larsson’s trilogy, all men, including those of government titles are sadistic pigs and rapists. It’s just sad to think that it is true somewhere in the world.
Either way, Larsson’s Millennium film trilogy was very good. I plan on reading the novels soon. It’s a shame, really. I usually read the books first before I see the movies. That how I like it. In my opinion, the books are always better. So Larsson’s novels will be outstanding compared to his films.
I would recommend the films to you all very highly.
You were my escape in the past. The one thing that made me feel special. Feel happy. In those horrible months.
You were always there for me. To tell me I was beautiful and everything you ever wanted. To treat me right. To love me.
And I pushed you away. Though you didn’t try hard to get me back.
I like to think that I was your escape too. Your special someone to love you forever.
We escaped to each other once after I left. During Christmas break. And I left again thinking of it as a mistake. Never knowing your after thoughts. I pushed you away.
And now I need an escape. You. I miss you. I guess you’ll always be my escape. But do you even want that? Can I be your escape again?
I don’t even know why I need you. My life as I know it isn’t horrible like it used to be. And yet I still want you. Please tell me you’ll do it.
Be my escape and I’ll be yours.
March 31, 2010 1:24 A.M.
The funny (or ironic, depending on how you look at it) thing is, I still feel the same way…
I run through the darkness,
Corners at every turn,
An obstacle on every wall.
I run up the stairs to the light.
I feel relieved,
He can’t catch me.
The stairs turn into a slide
And I go down,
Back into the darkness.
Reach my arms into the air,
Back up the stairs,
Back to safety.
He reaches me;
Puts his slimy fingers around my neck.
I try to escape,
But his grip is too strong.
I relax my body,
My limbs weightless.
I’ve given up.
Smeared on his face,
Takes a gun to my head.
Pulls the trigger.
Splattered on the floor.
Making an image of what my life once used to be.
I fall to the floor,
He has won.
He stands out like a red rose in a white bouquet.
He sings such beautiful songs.
Holds me up when I can no longer stand.
Always there when I need a helping hand.
His long arms wrap around me.
I feel queasy.
Sparks touch my lips,
As our mouths meet at the tips.
He stands out like a red rose in a white bouquet.
I think of him every day.
When our lips meet again,
The butterflies will soar.
His face in my mind;
The love we share
Has more passion than
A red rose of care
That I shall always wear.
I bought a teddy bear from Build-A-Bear Workshop when I was ten years old. I am seventeen now, a senior in high school. His name was Dylan. He was the best teddy bear a girl could ever ask for. I stuffed him, I filled him with love, and boy, did I love him back.
For seven years, I loved that teddy bear. I slept with him every night of my life, even when I went to sleepovers or hotels. I would always kiss his forehead and wish him a goodnight. It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s my best friend. One of my oldest best friends.
Today, when I got home from school, tragedy struck. My dog, Chloe, ate Dylan’s face to shreds. My mother brought Chloe to the doctors and it was confirmed that the fabric of Dylan’s face is in her stomach. Just the face. Not the ears or the tail, or the feet. Just the face. He has no eyes or nose or mouth. Nothing.
It’s really upsetting, because I’ve had that teddy bear since I was little. I’m crying at this moment I write this to you. I mean, I was planning on bringing him to college with me this fall! I took him to sleepovers with girls who would think of how childish I was, on vacation with me, to my grandma’s, to camp, etc. I even took him this past summer to Alfred University where I took a workshop and slept in a dorm for one week. (I wasn’t the only girl who brought their stuffed animal.) And I never once cared what other people thought of me, even as a seventeen-year-old girl with her teddy bear, because I had him. I had Dylan right in my arms.
And it’s not that I want to hold onto my childhood and never grow up. I am very excited to grow up, to go to college, own my own place. But the relationship between a young girl and her teddy bear as she grows up with it is priceless. You can’t make up for that time they shared together, or the places they went, or the sleepless nights filled with crying and heartbreak as the young teenage girl experiences her first heartbreak. Your teddy bear is there with you through it all. It never judges, or makes fun of, or laughs. It always knows the right things to say, what to do to comfort you, and make you laugh. It’s always there when you need a hug or a friend to just vent to.
I guess they can’t live forever. I’m hopefully getting a new one soon, the sad part is that the new one will never replace the old one. But I’m getting Dylan Jr. at Build-A-Bear Workshop. I just wish Build-A-Bear Workshop still had his type of bear, unfortunately, they don’t.
But I just want to thank Build-A-Bear Workshop for giving me my teddy bear, Dylan, who helped me through my childhood and almost all of my teenage years. Too bad it was almost.
R.I.P. Dylan Gioia, the best teddy bear a girl could have ever asked for.
Forever in my heart. <3
“1) Holiday maliciously created to make lonely people extremely depressed.
2) A corporate conspiracy conceived by candy makers, rose growers, lingerie stores, and jewelers to get people to spend money on junk.
Valentine’s Day? I’ve had days at the dentist’s that go more enjoyable than that day.
A day in which cards, candies and gifts are bought for one’s significant other, in hopes that their significant other may allow them to release Oxytocin and Vasopressin into their systems, making their brain patterns appear as though they are snorting cocaine.
On this day, they are essentially “buying” their significant other, so that these love chemicals may be released into their system. It is drug money.
On Valentine’s Day, my friend feels the obligation to buy his girlfriend gifts, and in turn, she allows him to feel the love drugs run through his system.
1: A marketing ploy designed to create the expectation between couples that they will buy useless, overpriced “gifts” for one another that will be quickly forgotten the day afterward.
2: A cruel, vicious holiday designed to mock single people and remind them of just how lonely they are.
1: My girlfriend got pissed cause I didn’t get her some shit for Valentine’s Day.
2: Valentines Day makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.
A commercialized holiday that is designed to make you and your “significant other” fall in love even more. Or, gives you the opportunity to tell your “crush” that you love them and what not. But really just ends up making 90% of the population depressed and lonely. Also causing a lot of girls to get typical gifts with no originality whatsoever because they advertise every girl wanting a rose and a box of chocolates.
Him: “Here honey I bought you a dozen roses”
Her: “Oh, how original, thanks honey” in a complete sarcastic tone while thinking, ‘Wow, another dozen roses I can display for two days then throw away.'”
Is this really what people think of Valentine’s Day? As Single’s Awareness Day.
Wow, that really is depressing.
How fortunate are people that are with someone for this crappy day? Seriously?
Very fortunate, if you ask me.
If you haven’t already guessed, I’m spending Valentine’s Day single and alone. Unless you count my family, but really? Who does that?
And to be honest, I don’t mind. I had a couple of boys ask me to be their valentine today, but I declined them all.
I really don’t have a reason. It was nice to feel wanted on this special day, however I feel as if guys ask you to be theirs just so they have someone for that one day. It’s really pathetic and sad, at least to me.
And sure, there are some guys who take Valentine’s Day as their first opportunity to express their unconditional love for someone, and hopefully keep expressing it afterwards. But it just seems like now-a-days, that’s becoming more rare. At least for my generation.
Unless of course, you’re going to ask her to marry you, than by all means DO IT!
It’s cute, it’s corny, and one day you’ll look back on it thinking it either to be the best decision of your life or the most stupid one.
I’m not really sure what the point of this post is supposed to be, actually. And to be blunt and honest, I don’t care.
I was just glad that I got chocolate, because I looooooove chocolate! :D
But if I had a long and committed boyfriend or fiance`, or even husband, I would tell them the same thing every year.
“I don’t see why people buy other people material items to show their love and affection for each other. I think it’s pointless and just down right shallow. You shouldn’t wait for one day out of the whole year to tell the one you love how you feel, even if you’re just reminding them. It should be every day of your lives together. Me, personally, I don’t want anything for Valentine’s Day. Chocolates and maybe one flower will do it just fine for me. No over the top jewelry that you spent your whole paycheck on, or sexy lingerie that’s just going to end up on the floor anyway, or expensive dinners at fancy restaurants you could never afford except, coincidentally, for this one night. It’s just too over-cliched.”
Yeah, I know. That was long, but it’s so true!
Happy Valentine’s (Single’s Awareness) Day everybody! :)
This is a color themed poem. Can you guess what color it is? Wrote it for my poetry class. Enjoy. (: