Nothing has been really pissing me off so I shall write about something nice and normal today. Well, I’ve actually been a bit cranky but not pissy….hmm. I tried yoga today. I’ve tried it in the past and it always seemed way too complicated (standing on my head and all). But today was actually okay. The teacher was this soft spoken guy, probably around my age. He didn’t make me feel super “relaxed” but the positions he went over were actually doable. So now I’m kinda excited. I’m excited to go back for a second time! And I might just sign myself up for a private beginners session! This yoga motivation started because I’m reading a nice book about a lady on a spiritual journey. Oh! Did I mention I’m reading! A BOOK! Usually it takes me about a year to read one book- really, it’s pathetic. But I’m plowing through this puppy. I feel so “adult”. I’m getting enough sleep, reading a book at a normal pace, and I am starting an exercise routine. Go me! ….Okay I’m ganna try to get pissed off really soon so I can write about something of interest.

When I hear of recent death it makes me feel…..very much alive. R.I.P Michael Jackson.

I saw this on the subway this morning and thought it was nice.

If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.

by Vera Pavlova

Architecture In Helsinki- Like A Call (Buy Me Now I’m Cheap Remix)

Oh sentiment, how you come and go. It’s funny cause this is the first year that it actually feels like New Years Eve. For me New Years is usually Halloween. I guess cause it’s in October. Kinda like a new school year, close to September. New grade, new teacher, new backpack. But tonight 12/31/2007 feels like New Years Eve. And I’m looking forward to it. I will be with friends and I will be with my family and if I’m lucky I’ll get to kiss some hot random guy that I’ll never see again Actually he’ll be the lucky one, if he’s kissing me. But anyway! Goodbye Sipora 2007, Sipora 2006, Sipora 2005, Sipora etc. Hello Sipora 2008! I will take with me the good and leave behind the rest. A new year a new lady. She will be open but also closed. She will come and she will go, but she will not stay for wasted time. And if you’re lucky, you will meet her. I am looking forward to it. Now I’m ganna get dressed real pretty, put sparkles on my eyes, and go eat my Chinese food.

Azzido da Bass & Johnny Blake

Things I learned in 2007

Laughter is the best medicine (really)
Get enough sleep
It’s ok to be alone
Eat more vegetables
Take vitamins
People don’t change
I love my family
It’s ok to talk to strangers
To pay my bills on time
Wash my hands more often (it’s a dirty city)
I like real tv shows (other than trashy reality)
To put an arm around myself when I’m scared
How to clean a toilet (I always made the roommate do it. Now I have none)
I should have bought winter boots four years ago
Everyone’s different
Drink more water
The kind of man I deserve
Dress for success
I want to be great at my job
I’m allergic to cats
That I’m growing up
I want 2008 to be different, exciting, and great

Imogen Heap- The Moment I Said It

update from- 12/31/2007 7:03pm- Listen to what people say

So a few months ago I went to a good friends wedding in Vermont. I think the drive there was about six hours, with people I did not know at all. Anyway, this post is not about the wedding. I had a miserable time. Why? Because I got extremely ill. I was stuck in small town Vermont, basically dying, with no one I really new well- except the bride. Thank God for cell phones, that’s all I have to say. I picked up a signal, got on the internet, found a local cab, and the number for Amtrak. Saturday morning I got my sick ass up, before anyone else, and got the hell out of there. There was one train leaving town that morning and I was on it, relieved and deathly at the same time. I swallowed some Dayquil and passed out, yes Dayquil. Eight hour ride from small town Vermont to big city New York. I woke up and groggily looked out the window. What did I see? Houses! People’s backyards. Above ground swimming pools. Swing sets. Porches with people waving at the train going by. WTF! The train was basically passing through their backyards. Geeze, I thought to myself. How annoying. I would go crazy if a train was passing through where I lived every hour or so. The horn, screeching, choo choo. Ugh! It made me anxious just thinking about it. Eight hours on that train. Eight hours sitting in a train looking out the window and listening to these stupid, ignorant, idiot, asshole girls blasting Mp3s off their cell phones. What a trip.
I woke up the next morning in my comfy warm bed in happy Astoria Queens. I went outside for some fresh air. What did I hear? What did I hear?! An Amtrak train was passing through my area. Yes! I was living here for almost one year and never noticed this Amtrak train choo chooing through my Astoria. When I am in my bedroom and looking out the window- to the left I see water, a bridge, and possibly Riker’s Island. To the right I see the bell of the Greek Church down the block. I also see the elevated tracks for the trains to pass through on. Sometimes when I lay in my bed with the window open I can see a train pass by (and hear it too). I get a warm feeling, a happy feeling.
The moral of this story? To each his (or her) own.

Sade- Keep Looking

co·in·ci·dence
n.
1. The state or fact of occupying the same relative position or area in space.
2. A sequence of events that although accidental seems to have been planned or arranged.

What really is a coincidence? We’ve all had “coincidences”. But what do they really mean? Your new boyfriend has the same birthday as your father. You were talking about someone you haven’t seen in five years and three minutes later they show up at the bar you’re drinking at. You’re thinking about that special someone and the song that you both heard the night before is now on the radio. You get the gist. A few months ago I was having a lot of coincidences happening to me. I won’t get into them. I thought and thought, what the hell do they mean? Do they mean something? Or are they just a part of life, passing us by? Well I came to the conclusion that coincidences meant nothing. They are nothing, just happenings within a day. So anyway, that evening, after over thinking coincidences I sat down and began reading my new book. And what was the first chapter about? COINCIDENCES. I swear. It was weird. (this is me not getting religious) But my father once told me that coincidences are a “higher being” letting you know that “they” are there. I really don’t know. I’ve had some coincidences that I understand (sort of) and some that I don’t. Last year I remember going through some crappy times. And then something changed. I got promoted at my job, out of the blue. I went from feeling like shit to feeling very happy, very thankful. (going back) My best friend from high school had transferred from another school district. The school she went to before happened to be where my father taught, in Suffolk County. My father knew her sister. She knew my father. She became my best, best friend. What are the chances? Do things (coincidences) happen for a reason? I don’t know. Maybe, coincidently I will meet the man of my dreams walking down 7th avenue later this evening.

I think someone forwarded this to me once: http://www.orwelltoday.com/jfkcoincidences.shtml

Mew- She Spider