I saw some of the things I used to write in high school on xanga and blurty and am embarrassed.

Tomorrow, working like it's my job.
Then in the evening CJ and i are going to my work party with Elle Decor, and then a movie screening at fish bar, then a fashion week party... got a whole night planned for his birthday!

Thursday night this film "The Bridge" I did that's won awards and shown at festivals this past year, will be screening at Zora Art Space in BK at 8:00 PM. And be showing at the Tallahassee Film Festival in April.
Check out the invite.

happy vday

In the last 24 hours there were instances where I was stuck in an elevator with a slowdancing couple, and later there was a short man in a suit outside my workplace with flowers (not for me).

"Gettin bread, no sesame seeds" (nicki minaj)

Loving the new part time job- started today. so I'ma be working half the week at the old greeting card company (that I also appreciate), half the week at this new gorgeous place near my apt on 5th ave... private chef and library... and took a pic of my new office because I'm a dork and learning to love my wacom tablet.

This Link is why I'm scared of VDay. But I, like every human, would like love.

Parts I liked, from "How to Be a 20-Something"
"Move into an apartment on the corner of Overpriced and Dangerous.
Remember that you’re young and that the world is your oyster.
Have a real relationship with someone. Regardless of the outcome, feel proud of yourself for being able to love someone in a healthy way.
Start your twenties with a lot of friends and leave with a few good ones.
Form the habits that will stick with you forever. Drink your coffee with two sugars and skim milk every morning."
and Yes, it's generalizing. and I did read that similar, also-generalizing New York Times article.

Waking up & Reflecting too early on a Wednesday

Had really good waffles at a coffee shop in ktown with kitty last night.
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I realized my Dorian Gray obsession was getting more serious when I mulled on getting home that my name is also the same number of letters and syllables (people with three syllable first names happen to be more successful, fact. thats why my brother and sister have the same similarities to DGs name)
Dorian= 6 letters Gray= 4
Andrea= 6 Chen= 4
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There are so many sketches I havent been able to scan since the weekend. So frustrating! CS and scanner need to be fixed asap. I would also like a lightbox (or projecter, so a lightbox that projects) and wacom tablet.

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Someone recommended I watch the movie "Claire Dolan", so I looked it up, and really loved this part of Roger Ebert's review. Just a really nice little excerpt.

"There is a scene in the movie where she is seated in a bar, bothering no one, not looking for attention. Two men walk up. "I'm not looking for company," she says. "That's not your decision," says the first man, who is aggressive and menacing.

She seems in danger. She looks up at the man who is looming over her, his aggression pulsing in his face. Then she looks at his sidekick, who hangs back. "I prefer him," she says. "He's better-looking than you. Would you let him go first?" The scene is no longer than my description of it. It is just about perfect. She has changed the subject. She understands the tension that must exist between two men who have agreed to harass a woman. Beneath their relationship is a fear of women, which links to sexual insecurity; she has castrated the first by preferring the second, and called the bluff of the second by depriving him of his leader. The men are stopped cold, and skulk away."
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Another someone recently put down Madonna to me in conversation, and I secretly got a little hurt. I do not think she's psycho. I think she's someone from a small town who came to New York and was really ambitious and went through a lot of shit, and it made her the way she is. Or maybe she was always that way. I think this is one of the moments I first started to like her. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBTl611c9fs

Insomnia continues to haunt me. I'm kept up at night, wondering what else life is than just wanting to be remembered, and affecting people. Why is it that its hard for some people to understand my way of thinking. How will I ever get what I want in life. I have wild fantasies when it's late and I don't censor my thoughts, of old wood and large houses, of seeing the world. Is there more to be had from others than just pleasure? Why are pleasure and happiness never the same thing. I'm constantly trying to control myself, and wonder what it would be like to not keep myself in check.

Put your heart in my hands and I won’t hurt you
Put your heart in my hands, I promise not too
(build you up, by nelly furtado)

inspirations:

:(:)