It's a blanket, with SLEEVES

Here is what I want:

A Snuggie.

Here is what it is:

A blanket with sleeves.

Here is why I believe I deserve it:

The convent is really really cold, because the nuns follow the Farmer's Almanac instead of like, checking the weather forecast, and the Farmer's Almanac says it's supposed to be like 60 degrees right now even though it is actually like 40 degrees, so the nuns have turned the heat off. I tried complaining about the temperature to one of the nuns, who advised "a brisk walk to warm my muscles". I think a Snuggie would be better.

As the ad says: "Blankets are ok....but they can slip and slide." Well truthfully I've never been too bothered by blankets before, but with the invention of the snuggie, I see the limitations and restrictions of blankets. After some serious thought, I've realized that a snuggie could solve all (some) of my problems. Hate getting out of bed in the morning? Well, imagine being able to wear your blanket ALL DAY! Hate your morning commute? Not with a comfy SNUGGIE you won't! Intimidated at the office? Your SNUGGIE will make you feel right at home. Don't know what to wear at Comic Con this year? Go as an ambassador from planet SNUGGIE!

Really, when you think about it, snuggies render normal blankets obsolete. 

Snuggies are only $27.00, which unfortunately is more disposable income than I have right now. But as soon as I start making the big bucks, you bet SNUGGIE will be the first thing on my list.

Course, it will be summer by then.

Not as snug and comfortably as I would be if I were blogging with a snuggie,

Earlene

Are you getting tired of my subway stories?

Today I had a seat on a really crowded train. Then a lady came on, who looked like she needed the seat more than I did.

ME (Earlene): Here, ma'am, have my seat. 

LADY: Oh, no, that's ok! You go ahead.

ME: But you shouldn't be on your feet too long if you're pregnant!

Then, much to my surprise, she made a very rude gesture and walked to the other end of the train.

People are friendlier in California.

Some Advice

When you're in the subway station, and the train pulls up, and it's really packed, and then, all the sudden, in between two completely packed train cars, there is an empty one, you might be prone to thinking the following things, before proceeding to hop into the empty car:

• "Is everyone STUPID? Why are they getting onto the packed cars when there is an empty one RIGHT THERE?!"
• "Is everyone BLIND? Why are they getting onto the packed cars when there is an empty one RIGHT THERE?!"
• "This is my lucky day! Who said the Metro Transit Authority was so terrible, anyway?!"

All of those thoughts are WRONG.

There is a reason people prefer to smash themselves into completely overcrowded subway cars and breath into the armpits of other passengers rather than comfortably sit in the seemingly empty one.

Just, trust me on this.

Running Out of Money

I wish I got paid for writing this blog. Unfortunately, I don't.

Here are some things I could get paid for:

• Cat sitting.
• Assembling Ikea furniture.
• Selling my hair.
• Asking people on the street if they like comedy.
• Having a stoop sale at the Convent, where I could sell my sheets, some of my lamer video games, my towel, and assorted Clinique products from my Grandmother
• Write people's online dating/facebook profiles.
• Play the recorder on the subway for money.
• Teach a class on making music videos at the Learning Annex.
• Teach a class on stealthily finding out everything there possibly is to find out about your crush at the Learning Annex.

So, while I"m busy trying to figure out how to successfully do one or more of those things, I'm just not sure I will have the appropriate amount of time to dedicate to this, my beloved internet.

You understand, right?

Unless you guys have job suggestions?

Otherwise, I think I may have to take a cue from the nuns, and give up blogging for Lent.

Piously, and penuriously, 

Earlene Watts

To Blog, or Not to Blog?

To Blog or Not to Blog?

That is the question.

It's harder here than it was back home.

Maybe because I actually leave my room now.

Maybe it's cause New York is so draining, when I come back  to my little convent home, I rarely have the energy to write.

Maybe it's because my camera broke, and therefore I can't update with lots of pictures of my daily New York life.

or maybe it's because this blog started as a way to obsess over Bradney, but that chapter of my life is over now.

Decisions, decisions....

Posters

Sorry guys, I've been bad at updating lately. The truth is tomorrow I have my final interview for a job I have been hesitant to talk about for fear of jinxing it (but trust me...it is PERFECT for me.)

If I don't get this job, or A job soon, I don't know how I'm going to be able to afford staying in New York.

Please please please wish me luck and send good thoughts my way! I'll give you guys a full update tomorrow.

In the meantime, here are some posters I ordered to decorate my convent room wall.

Poster Number 1:

Poster #2:

Poster #3:

And the Peace de Resistence:

I think they'll really add some color to an otherwise drab room, and make it homier, no?

Nesting,

Earlene

Beans Town Wrap Up

I liked Boston, I suppose, but in general it's a city with too many ghosts for my taste.

Oh, you didn't know I have a sixth sense?

Yep. I do.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that I see dead people. I just sort of have a sense about where dead people might like to congregate if they were dead and bored. And I think there are a lot of bored dead guys in Boston.

For example:

The Graveyard on Tremont Street--I am a homebody. That means that I like to stay home as much as possible and just be lazy. Going out takes a lot of effort. So I don't. I am alive. If I were dead, I would probably be just as lazy, and hang out at the cemetary. Hence: The Graveyard on Tremont Street being a hotbed for paranormal activity. I know people talk about Puritan work ethic....but I figure there had to have been SOME lazy colonists.

The Boston Commons--A lot of people were hanged here. That is a violent way to die. Still, if I had to be hanged, it would be nice to be hanged in a place that 300 years later became a pretty sweet park. There are a lot of musicians and balloon-animal makers in Boston Commons. Why wouldn't a dead guy want to hang out?

The Old South Meeting House--It was a big meeting house during the 18th century. You think dead people keep up with the times? You think just because it's 2009, all those dead revolutionaries just decided to start hanging out in the food court at the Prudential Center all the sudden? No. They are still chilling in the Old South Meeting House.

The Dunkin Donuts on State Street--I don't know. I just have a feeling about that place.

When I was doing the Freedom Trail, the pamphlet said that parts of the trail were supposedly haunted, and that visitor's experienced "unexplained gusts of cold air."

Uhm.

It's BOSTON.

Of COURSE there are gusts of cold air.

It just goes to show you, you can't believe ALL the paranormal claptrap you hear. 

Clairvoyantly,

Earlene