Harry Potter

It's time.

With just 8 days to go until Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, the geeking out has begun.*

*continued

Variety loved it:

http://www.variety.com/review/VE1117940610.html?categoryid=31&cs=1&query=harry+potter

153 minutes of HP6 goodness? Yes, please.

'MERICA

Best weekend ever?

So it's no secret the weather here is a rainstorm a minute. It's not uncommon for me to enter the subway sunny and leave in a downpour. ANYWAY.... this weekend the weather finally decided to not be lame, which could only mean one thing: Cony Island (I have no idea if I'm spelling that correctly and am far too lazy to look it up)

Those of you that know me shouldn't be too surprised to find out that I love all things tacky and over the top. So when I was informed that the national hot dog eating contest was a mere subway ride away, I blocked out my day accordingly.

My friend and I got there super early, so as to watch the THOUSANDS of people arrive. We were standing next to these drunk guys (shocker) who were narrating the contest like it was a life or death situation (which it very easily could have turned into)

Let me throw a number at you: 68.

Is that how many minutes I was out in the sun before I began to burn? No*

Is it how many hot dogs one Joey Chestnut ate in 10 minutes? Yes. There is really nothing more american than stuffing your face with food to the point of vomit while an audience cheers and camaras look on. 'MERICA!

It's a good thing I ate beforehand, because I have a new diet idea. Watching people eat that much food made me never want to eat again. Effective, yes?

But a day of tacky fun couldn't be complete without a ride on the deathtrap, err, roller coaster. I think my poor body is still recovering.

I dragged my burnt and whiplashed body home, then headed out to my very first roof party. Happy Birthday, America. Glad your party didn't suck.

*That would be 12

Professionalism

It's been a while, I suppose.

While I'm crushing on him, Rob Pattinson is currently crushing on the city of NYC. It's been insane here the past couple of days. Unfortunately, I've chosen this point in my life to be professional, so instead of stalking him all day (the usual) I actually go to an office and work at a JOB for ten hours a day.

It's a weird feeling, being an adult.

Today at work was sooo long. I worked on looking up all different types of alcohol to drink in October--pumpkin beers, etc. Wrong person, wrong job, right?

True Love

Well, here's the not-so-secret secret, to quote Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw: "Ladies, I'm in a relationship. With New York City. And I think it's getting serious"

Seriously, I love this place.  And it's wonderful, because even the scary scary subway doesn't even bother me at all. Because when you are in LOVE you overlook flaws. 

In other news, my internship rocks. Watch out: if you thought I was obsessed with pop culture before, you ain't seen nothing yet folks. I've seen my competition. The people I work with know.their.stuff. They make me look downright ignorant about TV-although I still can hold my own with Hollywood dating-thank goodness. I thought I was losing my touch. 

I'm always working on the most random things. Today I looked up info on Charlie Sheen for 5 hours (no joke) only to have the article get pulled and my work be irrelevant.

Whatevs. It's love.

They wouldn't turn him down

Today, three girls that looked roughly 14 were walking down the street in handmade "We're looking for Rob Pattinson" shirts.

Is it possible to both pity and envy someone? 

Hot Child

Spoiler alert: I didn't turn down Rob Pattinson.

He hasn't asked me (yet).

But with my impending summer in New York, I'm sure it'll happen. They say confidence is key to surviving this town. I guess I'm starting big.