I Heard She's Great

well, you were. but i have decided to make this post because its a a big one.
in less than a month, i will be moving back to new jersey. i will live in the house i grew up in with my dad. i vowed i would never do this, but right now the idea doesn't seem so bad. it's not even out of desperation, i am the most successful that i have ever been.
i gave my notice at work and will be stepping all the way down to a sales associate working part time at an anthropologie in red bank, nj. i will be applying for some internships in new york and new jersey and hopefully doing that a few times a week.
i am going to the traditional building conference in boston the week after i move. im super excited about this because i will be attending awesome seminars and workshops and then going to a gala so i can schmooze with people and hopefully get a job. im not much of a schmoozer, but i think once i get over the self conscious i have nothing to offer thing i have everything it takes to be a top notch schmoozer. the kind you would want to hire.
the week after that christine will be visiting me on her spring break and i can not wait.
i have a running list of things i need to do before i go. big things. but i am taking zero time off of work to get anything done and it's absolutely frightening.
it will be weird to be back in new jersey since i have not kept in contact with anyone besides lisa and doug. i think they are a pretty solid base for friends though. and im an old lady anyway, so i dont need lots of friends. and i know lots of people on the internet (weird. weird. why am i thinking this) or people that i only know casually but could become good friends with once i am closer to philly or new york. oh, and i like sabrina. so thats three friends. perfect.
i really feel like this will be a good decision for me, and will push me to do all the things i want to do with my life. i get too comfortable too easily and need to get out of charleston before south carolina and retail eat me soul. im going to miss my friends here, but i think if you are friends with me you know i dont stay in one place for too long.
nice talking to you, dead journal.

im going to look into going to a psychologist.

( the stars )

on a brighter note -
browe- where's the blog?

so on friday, the ultra preppy bank teller i have had a crush on for months slipped me his number on a deposit slip and asked me to go to a show with him. he saidhe had an extra ticket and it was an indie folk show. he then said 'kinda like phish'. my heart dropped, but i agreed to go anyway.

i bought new eyeshadow and a new dress/shirt so i could look cute.

he didnt call me back until 8:15, and by that point i assumed he was going to stand me up and was being bummed sitting in my bed naked and refusing to get dressed and ready for a date that wasnt going to happen. i text messaged my friends who were crashing a wedding in chicago. they said they would bash his face in if he didnt call. i talked to andy kochman and said i didnt understand why boys are so stupid with me. he said he would drive down from baltimore and beat him up and take me on a date. i like having friends that will threaten the lives of any boys that wont go on dates with me. i also made a myspace bulletin asking for a date. i got replies from vegan edge dudes all over the country who said they would take me on nice dates, if i were in their area. no one replied from south carolina. bitches!

anyway, he called and told me i had 15 minutes to get ready. so i put myself together in a fury and met him at the show. i looked adorable. i dont feel bad saying so, because i did. it was weird hanging out with him because hes the guy from the bank and i dont know naything about him, other than he wears pink ralph lauren shirts with pink ties, and he likes to talk aobut inappropriate things while at work. he was funny and nice and didnt seem weirded out about me being vegan or edge. he said he liked some girl from new jersey. so this was definitely a just friends kinda date, which was pretty perfect for me. no awkward hook up that would result in me having to get direct deposit. no second dates with the preppiest dude outside of chapel hill's frat row. we had fun, and i have a new friend. he said if i ever saw a show come through this venue again to tell him because he would go with me and get us in for free. thats a pretty sweet deal.

everyone at work has made fun of me for months about my crush on the "douchebag abrecrombie guy at the bank". i said i didnt care and it was love. ha. i went in today to visit and tell everyone how the date went, and find out that the dry erase board in the back room has been converted into an open urban outfitters petition.





i admit, i think its pretty funny. im sure the list will grow tomorrow when the weekday people come in. two dry erase boards of people begging not to go on another date with him again. i wont, so dont worry. it was pretty exciting though, being as i have never been on a date with a stranger before and no one has ever given me their number. it makes me feel pretty flattered that im attractive in a conventional way to conventional dudes, and not just in a hipster way.

i miss my boys who are in chicago right now. they come home tomorrow and i cant wait.

my boss matthew recently told me i shouldnt hang out with my friends because they were riff raff. he then paralleled them to the catillac cats, of the heathcliff cartoon series that aired on saturday mornings in 1984. i couldnt remember very much of it, other than they lived in a garbage dump and got into mischief and had a cadillac. after some investigation, i have found out a lot about the series and really wish i could watch an episode. ive managed to see the intro to the show.

its clear that matthew was right.

im definitely cleo. look at that hair...

"Cleo was Riff Raff's girlfriend and unlike Sonya, she wasn't a total
bitch. Cleo loved Riff Raff's capering and she often took part in it.
She was also fairly sarcastic and would usually mock him when he fucked
up."
"Cleo was a member of the Catillac Cats, a street-tough gang of junkyard
cats led by the suave and cunning Riff Raff...Cleo was Riff Raff's girlfriend. She didn't
live in the alley with the other cats. She lived at a music store--a
woman of privilege. The music store she lived in was guarded constantly
by a hairy sheepdog named Bush...in a way, Riff raff and Cleo's relationship was a metaphor for all
men's relationships: Riff-Raff always had to get past...um... Bush...to
get to Cleo."
hysterical!


riff raff is clearly jacob.
you can tell by his pimp hat and pimp scarf.
suave and cunning, hes the leader of the group.
"Being of such short stature, Riff Raff wasn't quite as tough as
Heathcliff. But Riff Raff didn't need to be tough; he was streetwise,
quick, and crafty. Besides, whenever things got really rough, his three
best bros were always there to back him up."


hector

wordsworth and

mungo are not as easily discernable

id say that matty g was probably hector and andy was probably wordworth.

rachael and rj are the only people who read this blog that know who these people are in real life, so i guess im addressing this post at them, and at anyone who enjoys saturday morning cartoons.

a really good pair of jeans

NEW YORK, Feb 5 (Reuters Life!) - For most women, the
choice between sex and a new wardrobe is simple -- they go for
the clothes.
Women on average say they would be willing to give up sex
for 15 months for a closet full of new apparel, with 2 percent
ready to abstain from sex for three years in exchange for new
duds, according to a new survey of about 1,000 women in 10 U.S.
cities.</p>

Sixty-one percent of women polled said it would be worse to
lose their favorite article of clothing than give up sex for a
month.

"Some people say clothes make the man, but the right
clothes can even replace him," fashion designer, stylist and TV
personality Carson Kressley from the reality TV show "Queer Eye
for the Straight Guy" said in a statement accompanying the
poll.

The study also suggested that clothes often wear better
than relationships.

The average woman between 18 and 54 years of age has hung
on to her favorite article of clothing for 12 and a half years,
a year longer than she's held on to her longest relationship.

Almost three-quarters of respondents, or 70 percent, also
said they believed in love at first sight when it came to
finding the perfect article of clothing, while only 54 percent
of women were as confident in spotting the right man.

Nearly half of the women, or 48 percent, taking part in the
survey by consumer products giant Unilever said their favorite
article of clothing was more reliable than their man in giving
them confidence and making them feel sexy.

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this is what makes me happy.

this week i revisited 2002. though it's been 5 years, i can't bear to leave it again.

The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one"
like me remembering the way it could have been.

i know that one week ago i wanted to stand on my own and make something of myself. to change.
is it so terrible that im tired of moving on and just want to move back?

i guess its time to get up and at 'em.

i usually dont make any resolutions but here is my list thus far.
some of the things i have come up with (actually all of them) seem like normal things that i should do anyway, but i dont.
i will probably come up with more, so ill just add them later.

so here goes.

2007... the year of

• the adult - get a job. a real one. 9-5 or even 8-5.
  no weekends. those are for traveling, and for shopping. youll have lots of money now and can go shopping. you are an adult.
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• hydration - drink at least one tall glass of water a day. drink two if you are feeling saucy.
  after showering, moisturize your entire body.
  use some sort of moisturizing face lotion before applying makeup.
  seriously. you should be glowing and this is the way to do it.

( my family )

( my friends )

and one of the best things about visiting someone is using their shower and partaking in their toiletries.

this can be a good or a bad thing.

today i used axe body wash and some cheap-ish shampoo and my own rusk conditioner.
needless to say, i smell like an attractive man with an overwhelming bouquet of flowers growing from his head. im kinda ok with it, honestly.

tonight i
1- scaled the outside of a building by
2- going up really steep stairs
3- to hang out on a rooftop while my friends drank beer
4- watched the fog roll in and looked down on teh whole city
5- broke into the vacant building underneath said roof
6- explored
7- went back down really steep stairs
8- got on the handlebars of a bike and enjoyed the ride.


i dont think i have ever done any of these things before. tonight wins!

( edge break face break )

better.....

i believe that my brain is beginning to atrophy. with that said, i have decided to do something. i, alicia lahey, will read a book. i get this urge seasonally. chris has told me which books to read. i will attempt them, or at least one. ill let you know how it goes, and if my life has been changed.

who knows, next thing you know i could be talking about how capitalism and commercialism ruin everything and how i really dont like designer clothing. ha. im getting ahead of myself. i think ill just work on getting a book and opening first.

( racheal is legally able to be a lush. )

in the next 24 hours i will be
moving to charleston, sc
where i have no money and no job and will eat ramen for a week (three?) until i get both (hopefully).
surprisingly, im more nervous about the leaving than the going.
if i didnt see you before i left, you have missed your opportunity.
today i will have lunch with my son, get my bike working, paint jesse's room, finish packing / bring everything upstairs that i can, go to greensboro, have the talk with jesse, cry, and go to sleep so that i can say goodbye at 4 am and move away by 8.

people keep telling me they admire my optimism, as if my point of view isnt realism.
stay posi is right.

1- i saw lifetime last night with doug, chris, and lathan.

2- i made the dean's list my last year of college.

whaaaa?!