Wednesday, February 29, 2012

How Fast Do You Fall?

The first time I fell hard and fast. A little less than a month into dating him I knew I loved him and that he loved me too. The second time I was in love was a slow progression over time. I loved him because of our history and because of our story. And the third time I fell in love, I fell hard and fast again. Exactly a month into it, I could feel myself starting to fall just as he was pulling away. So how fast do you fall? Seems to me that when I know, I fall right into it very early on. No one knows when a person to love is going to come along but when it does, ya just friggen know. You can feel it.


....Or do you? It would take a lot of authority for me to say that that's the only way I can fall in love because who the hell really knows. I mean clearly it's not the only way because there was one who I loved over time and not off the bat, however I would say that I always felt a strong pull towards him. He protected me, or so I thought he did. Anyway, that's besides the point and the point is that I'm wondering how fast do you fall in love? How long does it take you? Does it take awhile because I would love a definitive answer to this question. Should I be in love by now? Should I not? Is it okay that I'm not? And could I be in the future? These are all questions that I am usually able to just intuitively know the answers to but every now and then I question myself and I start to look at each piece of the puzzle.

When I'm in love, I get giddy knowing that I know your favorite flavor of Snapple, Smart Water, or Gatorade.

When I'm in love, I will always want to hold your hand in the car.

When I'm in love, I need to hear you say, "What will make me happy is to see you happy."

When I'm in love, I want everyone to know about it. I want them to know that this stud, yeah that one right there, chose me.


When I'm in love, I blush when I can see you subtly showing me off to your friends and family.

When I'm in love, I get excited for a weekly date night.

When I'm in love, I hate saying goodbye to you. Even if it's just for a few hours.

When I'm in love, I love assuming and telling people, "oh yeah, we'll both be there."

When I'm in love, I'm comforted knowing how I'm getting home and who I'm going there with.

When I'm in love, I want to take showers with you.


When I'm in love, I'm impressed when you try to impress me.

When I'm in love, I like to keep things at your place because we know I'll be there anyway.

When I'm in love, I'm satisfied knowing that even when you're not saying a word I know what you're thinking.

When I'm in love, I want to dress up for you.

And when I'm in love, I really want you to know about it and for you to be in love with me too.

Ok great but so what? I don't have to be in love with a person to know his favorite flavor of Smart Water. So is it possible to be in love, or potentially in the future, if some of those things aren't true at the moment? My gut says no and my gut is rarely, if ever, wrong. But what if I really want to be in love and really want all of those things to be true? Can it happen...maybe one day...eventually...how about down the road?

Sassarella Says...my gut still says no.


I think.


Friday, February 24, 2012

"Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind" - Keith Urban

Feeling oh so uninspired to write, yet knowing this is the only day I have free to get something off the ground, I frantically searched blogs, read articles, and listened to the most random music on my iTunes hoping for something to inspire me. When I finally found it, I felt a little sick and quite frustrated but ultimately motivated. Remember this girl? The blogger who is in a relationship with a former booty call of mine? Ehem, let me re-phrase, the blogger who is in a relationship with a former booty call of mine WHILE HE WAS STILL MY BOOTY CALL!! I only found out he was in a relationship based on her blog.....like really with this technology sh!t. Well in the months since I've written about her, they have broken up (WAHOOOO! Thank god she's free of this man) but have since gotten back to together on and are still unhappy blah biddy blahh biddy blah.

Anyway, as I read another saga about how their Valentine's Day was a failure and how giving their relationship a THIRD try isn't going so well (shocker, I know), one thing hit a nerve. She mentioned some of the ridiculous and careless words they threw at each other, including how he told her that her blog is a "relationship killer" and that she should take it down.


Ok, so now not only are you a cheating d-bag but you dare to throw daggers at her blog! I should mention that she is currently writing a book based off of it aka you are disgracing her passion and what she hopes will bring her success and satisfaction. What an ass.

Obviously I can relate to his opinion that it is a relationship killer but I can also appreciate her desire to keep it up and running (so help me if she ever takes it down, I'll cyberspace punch her). When it came to the guy who made the man in the pit of my stomach go crazy, I never wrote about it until it was over. Once it was over, I took some heat from our mutual friends for so publicly expressing my feelings. They felt it was weird and uncomfortable, since of course they knew who I was talking about. I didn't care because this is how I work through my sh!t. This is how I get it all out of my system and it worked.

#SorryNotSorry

It was easy when I was dating guys who I knew would never see what I wrote without my permission. We didn't know a lot of the same people, nor were we Facebook friends, which made it very easy to write about them freely and honestly. I guess there have been times that I've written about guys who I know will read it, like Roller Coaster and Bob, but I only had to answer to them and a few close friends who were on my side. In the last six months that I've lived in DC that is not the case. Between the guy who made the man in the pit of my stomach go crazy and whatever is presently happening, I can't write sh!t. Why? Because it is a relationship killer. Relationships, whether we like it or not, are games that we play like chess players. Who is going to text first? Do we see each other too much? Should I pull back? Is he avoiding me? Am I avoiding him? That being said, if I were to write in detail about what is going on and how I'm feeling about it then I lose my hand. I lose my power.

Additionally, there is more to said here about privacy, dignity, and preservation of character. When I know that an entire culture (mob, crew, social circle) of people will know exactly what he's saying and doing in the privacy of our time that's no bueno. Some of you might be wondering how I can say that and yet I wrote so much about the guy who made the man in the pit of my stomach go crazy and here's my simple little answer: he really pissed me off. But good thing we're past that....

The moral of the story is that I've got blogger problems. The first one is that the area of inspiration these days is one that I cannot write about. And the second one is figuring out deep down why I can't write about it. Is what I would write something too revealing, too brutally honest, and possibly hurtful for whomever it is about? Which would make this blog a relationship killer. I mean I'm even censoring myself right now. I took out a few sentences and re-worded this paragraph at least twice! Or is it simply that what I would write about is none of anyone in that culture's (aka bar crew of people's) damn business? It's the first rule of fight club, you don't talk about it. You don't talk about your love life whether they know the guy or they don't because when they are given too much information based on what I write, then this blog becomes a relationship killer.


Sassarella Says...ugh. The most frustrating thing for a blogger is censorship, especially when you are censoring yourself for the sake of another.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

DJ CFabb: "Music is a safe kind of high" - Jimi Hendrix

Wednesday afternoon was the first afternoon in weeks that I've had to just sit in my apartment and chill with the music on. Instead of having a quick 20 minutes in between two jobs, I had a good 4 hours to do nothing. I never thought I'd appreciate 4 short hours of nothing but I did. I realized that music has not been getting the proper attention that it deserves in my life recently. My walks and bus rides to work are short and I don't even listen to it when I exercise anymore because of yoga so all I hear is the top 40 hits at the bar all the time. Yikes. But as I sat there listening to my iPod on complete random, I found myself thinking, "Oooo I like this song!" Well duh you like this song, it's your music! Anyway, I'm re-connected to la musica and want to share some new finds with all of ya'll....



"Shake It Out" (Benny Benassi Remix) - Florence & the Machine


"Midnight City" (M83 Cover) - The Knocks ft. Mandy Lee


"Mr. Mister" - Sato Goldschlag ft Wynter Gordon


"Broke Phi Broke" - White Noise Mashups


"Walking Alone" (Magnus & Timon Rexmi) - Dirty South & the Usual Suspects ft. Erik Hecht


"Electro Beach" - 3LAU


"Set Fire" (3LAU Bootleg) - Michael Calfan & Adele


"Love You More" (RAC Mix) - Sunday Girl


"Youth" (Adventure Club Dubstep Remix) - Foxes


"Midnight City" (PatrickReza Dupstep Remix) - M83


"Spring Break Mix" - Kap Slap


"Can't Stop Me" (Aylen Remix) - Afrojack & Shermanology


"Thank You" (Addict DJs Remix) - Dido


"The Fight of My Life" - Colin Munroe ft. Pusha T


"Happy Violence" (Manila Killa & El Cid Remix) - Dada Life


Sassarella Says...all you need is love. And perhaps, music.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Hey, Have You Heard? Sassarella is Back, Biotches.

In the last month I have only sat down to write twice and both times came up with something so mediocre that I didn't even bother to post it. I've been in a rut. Someone asked me where Sassarella has been and the answer that came immediately to mind was, "I have nothing to say right now." I'm always working and when I'm not working I'm either at yoga or partying, neither of which typically inspire too many blog posts. However, in the last month I have heard a lot of things that have either made me laugh, cry, or simply struck a cord....

"Can you help me? I've never had a boyfriend so I'm not sure how these boyfriend style jeans are supposed to look. Do you like them?" ~ most adorable girl in her mid-twenties shopping at Loft

"I need to call my boyfriend, he'll know what to do. I'm gonna have to transfer! My parents are going to kill me! I'm supposed to be watching after my sister and now she's here getting stitches. It is a big deal! It is a big deal! You don't understand, people are laughing at me, but you don't understand. My parents went to Vanderbilt and I go to GW, which is so much worse. They're going to make me transfer!!!" ~ girl at the GW emergency room in the next bed over from me, uncontrollably sobbing of course

"YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US!!!!!" ~ Dani, Brittany, and myself

"Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut through the mess,
and stop the muscle that makes us confess" ~ Ingrid Michaelson, Breakable


"You have so many weapons, most of which
you don't even know are weapons." ~ Ceze to the Eeze

"Looks like boo is duncan hines!!" ~ Mensing

"Fools in love, are there any creatures more pathetic?
....I should know because this fool's in love again." ~ Inara George, Fools in Love


"I think you're phenomenal." ~ Wouldn't you like to know

"What time did we leave last night?"
"It must have been pretty late, the bar was definitely closed."
"Yeah well I mean one bartender gave me a ride and you went home with the other one....so yeah, I'd say it was pretty late."
"WOW, are we classy or what?!" ~ take a wild guess

"WOO WOO WAHHHHH!" ~ Oscar on my love, Zack Ryder, getting hurt on Monday Night Raw

"I'm the mayor of Love in Homeless Places, bitch." ~ Me to Gus

"However far away, I will always love you." ~ Adele, Lovesong

"So, you're pretty much being the worst person alive. Yes you are." ~ Brittany

"Can I keep you?" ~ Confidential

"It was so nice to meet your parents. Are they married a long time because you can really see the connection. All three of you seemed very well connected, it was nice." ~ my manager at Loft

"I find you so much less attractive now
because I know you slept with him." ~ B.K.

"She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I think back, things that I wasn't happy about had to line up for us to be together and I couldn't be happier now that they did. I really believe I am the luckiest guy in the world" ~ If it's not a pail, then it's gotta be a....

"I could start fires with what I feel for you" ~ David Ramirez, Fires

"I want your boobs. I'm gonna play my sexy time play list. Can us four get a house together?!" ~ Car Bomb Kate 2008

And finally, "history repeats itself, why is Brady wearing Uggs for men?!" ~ Missy Modell, The GMEN Are Back Again


Sassarella Says....I haven't been particularly happy or unhappy recently. I'm in a state of limbo, teetering from happy one day and frustrated or upset the next. This is partly because I'm exhausted, but also because...because...of a lot of things. I'm not loving my retail job, Rhino has slowed down since football ended, and I just can't seem to get my love life under control. I act irrationally and impulsively. I miss my Jersey friends, I miss Luc, and I want this one particular job really badly but I know it's not going to happen over night. I'm not happy that I rarely have a day to myself, therefore I don't write blog posts and my apartment is always mess. However, I am happy when I am with my friends and we're belting Taylor Swift songs at Kandi & Pipers Mac N Chz Palace or when we're re-capping a great night. I am happy that the GIANTS won the Super Bowl and on Friday nights when I get to bartend. I'm happy when he's tickling me at 7am and when the guys are teasing me about nothing. I am happy that my parents came to town, that Pinkberry always hits the spot, and that I'm finally getting back into shape since the holiday season is over. As I sit here and think about it, it's not that I need to teeter the seesaw to happy because like I said, I'm not unhappy, but rather I'd like to tip it over to stability. I am happy when I am overall stable with spurts of spontaneity. Hopefully one of these days I will have just that.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Sassarella, Don't Believe Everything You Think

"Intimacy is a four syllable word for, 'here's my heart and soul, 
please grind them into a hamburger and enjoy.' 
It's both desired and feared. 
Difficult to live with and impossible to live without." 
- Grey's Anatomy

And that is right where I find myself these days; desiring intimacy for it is impossible to live without yet fearing it because of just how difficult it is to live with. I'm not sure if it's an age, a lifestyle, or a personal issue but I'm going to assume that it's a combination of all three. I'm also going to assume that I'm not alone in this.


How did I get to this place? If you read this g.d. thing on a consistent basis you can probably already answer that question without me having to write a post about it. However, what fun would that be? Zero fun, sir. So here it goes.

I'm in love limbo. I really want intimacy but I'm scared of it. Most days I'm content having fun with my friends, staying busy working three jobs and yet I still crave it. I got to this place because of the absolutely effed up process of falling in and out of love. The painful, mind-boggling, and backwards aspects of the process are what put me here.

For instance, why is it that when I really start to care about you, you start to care less? Am I really not supposed to show I care just so you continue to mildly care? How does that make any sense at all? Oh right...IT DOESN'T. I really don't know how to put up walls, I've never been good at it, but if I don't you will definitely leave. I have yet to see something contrary. However, I know that on occasion, I do the exact same thing to others that you did to me. It's stupid.

Reflecting on what I just wrote the only answer that makes sense is either, "you're just not that into me" or "I'm just not that into you." If you loved me more, it wouldn't have scared you seeing just how much I cared about you. If you loved me more, it wouldn't have mattered that I changed my plans to be with you or that I excessively groomed and primped before seeing you or that I looked at you in that way that I look at people I love because you would have loved me too. If you loved me more, we would probably be together right now.

If I loved you more, I would love that you changed your plans to be with me. If I loved you more, I would love that you're willing to do anything to make it work. If I loved you more, I would love that you love me in that can't hear a song without thinking of me, can't fall asleep without seeing my face, and can't wake up without wondering what I'm doing today kinda way. If I loved you more, all of that would give me the butterfly feeling I felt for someone else but it doesn't. If I loved you more, we would be together right now.


Thankfully I've come to terms with all of that and I've accepted that you weren't that into me. Ironically I'm less okay with the opposite situation because as painful as it is to accept rejection, it's pretty painful rejecting someone else (especially when I know it's partly because of my own shortcomings at the moment). But what I find to be particularly effed up is that this is how all of my relationships, flings, courtships, or whatevers have gone with the exception of maybe Johnny Espo in the 8th grade and the Tim McGraw boyfriend. Either I start to show that I really care and he jumps ship or I'm not that into it from the beginning (and I can tell he's really into it) so I don't even let it up off the ground.

That being said, it feels like the next time I'll be in a healthy relationship is going to be with the guy I marry. No, you're not seeing things, I said MARRY. With every failed fling or relationship and with every month that passes I lose hope of meeting the in between guy. The guy who I date for a year or two before meeting the one. I can't fathom that I'm the type of person to meet the one at twenty-three or twenty-four years old so does this mean I'll be relatively speaking alone for the next 5-8 years until I'm at an acceptable age to meet him? That can't be but it feels that way.


I don't go into relationships or flings at this age thinking he's the one but what I'm meaning to say is that it never works out until one day (supposedly) it finally does. And since things only seem to work out for me every five years, I'm due for it to work out in another two years, which could be an acceptable age to meet the be all end all guy. (Meet him at 25, date a few years, get engaged...yeah, that works). However, what's another two years? I'll still be kind of a kid and could potentially still not be interested in marriage. It's like when you were in middle school and were sure that by the time you graduated from college that you'd be this well-rounded, put together, grown-up adult. It's all about perspective. Ugh ok cool so what's left for me now? The limbo. Craving and wanting intimacy so badly it brings me to tears but shying away from it because I'm either not that into it or because I'm in no mood to get up for the let down.


Another fact to back up my horrifying thought process on how I'm going to be alone for at least another two years, if not longer, is that I'm not willing to settle. If I wanted a boyfriend simply to have a boyfriend right now, I could have one. I'm not saying that to be cocky or obnoxious but anyone can be in a relationship if she is willing to be someone that she doesn't really like or doesn't really make her happy. I don't want just any relationship though, I want a meaningful, happy, and healthy one. I'm the person who would rather be alone and blog about it than be in any old half-assed relationship. So doesn't that make you think? If I were to be in a meaningful, happy, and healthy relationship right now then why wouldn't it be one that lasts....say for a lifetime? Just a thought. Is it possible to be in a meaningful, happy, and completely healthy relationship without it being with the one? I thought I was still young enough to find out but suddenly that doesn't feel like it's in the cards for me. I'm suddenly feeling too practical and too self-assured to fall in love with anyone who isn't all of the things that I want and need.

Yeah, yeah, that's what single people say to make ourselves feel better ;-)

Obviously I'm writing as though love is black and white, which is it very far from. I am also very aware that I don't know everything and I have no idea what is in store for me, this is simply how I feel at the moment. If you hear that I'm in a relationship a month from now just know that I'm level-headed enough to realize that he may not be the one but that for the time being he's making me happy and things appear to be healthy. Capisce?

Sassarella Says...until then, I'm going to enjoy being the happiest birthday weekend girl in the world! Partaaay partaaaay tonight! I think this occasion calls for some fake eyelashes, some Stoli-O, and good friends! Good talk, see ya out there.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

"Hey, if we were in prison, you guys would be like my b!tches!" - Phoebe Buffay, Friends

In case you haven't heard, my birthday is this Friday, January 13th! And in case you haven't already bought me a present, here are some things I want this year...

Angel face is only asking for a simple thing or two....

I am a nerd at heart: I am in need of a new "Bible." This is tough because I am very picky about it but something 9.5x6.5 should do. A small spiral, if any, and possibly one small pocket folder. I like notebooks, just get me a bunch of really pretty, artsy, and modern ones that I will happily look at as I sit in Starbucks writing for hours. Actually, I'm thinking of a bunch of other "Bible" requirements, why don't you let me get this one. You've got quite a list to get busy buying....

A life time supply of the following: Haribo gummy bears (which I will immediately regret), fake eyelashes, Calvin Klein Euphoria perfume, and G2 Orange Gatorade. I'd also like a fro yo machine in my apartment that automatically shuts down for the day when I've had a certain amount.

And to work off the life time supply of gummy bears (that I will most likely finish by February) and the fro yo, another monthly plan of hot yoga....come to think of it, better give me a life time unlimited membership to that too! www.downdogyoga.com. Great, thanks.

I would like you to get me an actual job interview. I'm sick of submitting resumes to automated systems that make it impossible to make any sort of connection. I, in my opinion, make my biggest impression in person as opposed to on paper, therefore I feel I am being short-changed.

You could get me one of those money trees too, I think they sell them at Home Depot in the plant section. I promise I will water it every day!

Or you could get me concert tickets to every concert I will ever want to see in my entire life.

I also want to be made part owner of Forever 21, Nike, and Steve Madden (or Aldo, either will do) so that I can "buy" whatever I want from any store (or on-line) for free.


You could get me one of those machines that make it possible to be fully functioning while sleeping. I need one of those...try Best Buy.

Or you could get me that new alcohol that has zero calories and guarantees a non-existent hangover the next day. That would be swell!


I also want that spray tanning solution that you only have to apply once all over your body and face and it makes you permanently tan (the safe way)! Imagine how much money, time, and energy you will be saving me. And my all white bathroom might actually be white again!

Ray Ban sunglasses. They never seem to go out of style. Oh and Joe jeans, curvy fit.

And I hear there's a new app for iPhones called "The Perfect Man in Seconds," could you get me that app? I already know how he'll look, sound, and dress so it won't take long to create him. We'll fall in love and I'll have you to thank!


And I hear there is a new Sugar Free Red Bull on the market that actually gives you wings! I'll take a life time supply of that too...flying would be easier (and I hear more of an effortless workout) than walking everywhere. And just think, you'll also be saving me money on cabs, trains, buses, and flights to anywhere I need to go! You're the best.

Or how about season tickets to the NY Yankees with a complimentary (and personal) meet and greet with the team, coaches, management staff, and owner. I hear that's pretty cheap and easy to do!

And hey while you're negotiating with the NY Yankees, I'm sure it would be easy enough to get in touch with a top dog at the official airline associated with the team, Continental, isn't it? Well, you could politely mention that there are times when flying myself (with the SF Red Bull wings, of course) is not the most convenient way of traveling, especially if I plan to travel overseas (which I do). See if you can get your hands on one of those re-usable, open-ended tickets that I can use anytime, anywhere, and bring any amount of people I choose. As a thank you, I'll fly ya anywhere you want to go!


I would ask you to get my hotel rooms comped everywhere as well, but I don't want to be greedy!

So you see, it's the little things in life for me! That's all I want for my birthday this year. If you want to split up the list, that would be fine too. I hardly expect one or two people to be able to get all of these things so sharing is caring, people!


Sassarella Says...in all seriousness, I want to be happy, tipsy, and
surrounded by  people having a good time on my birthday. And maybe the
eyelashes and Gatorade...but that's it, I promise!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Ciao, 2011!

As you may or may not have noticed, I did not write a post about new year's resolutions. I think calling anything a new year's resolution is automatically setting yourself up to fail because what do almost all new year's resolutions have in common? Failure. Sure, you go to the gym for a few weeks, stop smoking cigarettes for a few hours, or quit biting your nails for a whole day but eventually most of us go back to our usual habits. Hey, if you are one of the few who can set a resolution and stick to it then by all means, disregard everything I just said. However, I have never been one of those people. So instead of writing a post about my "non-new year's resolutions", I want to look more at what I learned in 2011. It was a fast and crazy year, 2011, and I learned a whole lot.

For starters, I learned what a sea grape is and that damnyouautocorrect.com might be the funniest website ever created. I learned that a material purchase can bring me happiness and a certain level of confidence as I enter a room (hi, Little Louis), and that I really like Johnnie Walker.

Love: I learned a lot in this department this year. Painfully, I learned throughout the first half of the year that the man I thought I could marry is not the man I thought he was at all. Isn't that ridiculous? I felt so strongly for him for so long, to the point that I really envisioned a life with him, only to find out just how wrong I was about him and our relationship. C'est la vie.


I learned that all of the reasons I listed in the "Sassarella, I love you BUT..." post are all lame excuses for "I'm just not that into you." Unfortunately I learned this because I have used some of these excuses in the past year to let some really wonderful guys down who I just wasn't into enough to make it work. I still haven't figured out what's worse: the lame excuses that might not hurt as badly but make things really confusing or being awfully blunt and just coming out with it, "I'm just not that into you."

I learned that dating is a game and that guys will do things (or won't do things) for no reason at all.

It was an interesting game of baseball for awhile there!

I learned that love can look really good on paper. All of the technical pieces can make sense but that there has to be the spark. There has to be more than what's on paper because if love were simply up to a checklist, then wouldn't we all have it by now? If that were the case, divorces wouldn't exist, no?

I learned that when a person shows you who they are, believe them the first time. I spent a lot of time this past year giving guys another chance or going back to a situation that didn't work in the past hoping it would change. It never did. I've always known the importance of trusting my gut instinct but I'm learning how to actually act upon whatever the gut instinct is. For example, no matter how bored or lonely I am, it's not worth the hassle or the heartache staying in a relationship that my gut is telling me to get out of. I also learned how dead on balls accurate my gut instinct is because when I felt like something wasn't right, 9 times out of 10, I wasn't being paranoid and something was in fact wrong.

"You can't be wise and in love at the same time" - Bob Dylan

I learned that I'm pretty awful at letting go. However, I also know that I'm level-headed enough to realize that in order to move on, "you have to know what it is exactly that you're moving on from," (Sassarella, March 25, 2011). It's pointless to try and move on from something if you haven't figured out what you were committed to in the first place. Was it really him or was it the idea of him? Was it really him or was it the dinners he took me on? Thankfully, but painfully, I learned that for the first time in awhile it really was him. That being said, I learned that there is no greater relief than when I'm really and truly over him. All of the him's.

I learned that it's okay to be a little guarded and to open up only to those who open up to you. I learned that love finds you when you are happy on your own. It's not up to another person to save or to complete you but rather to compliment you.


Ambition: I learned that the ambition I was once had towards the end of my senior year was a fake ambition. It was a need to say I'm doing something in order to keep up with my friends and to satisfy myself and my parents. The truth is though, I really had no idea what I wanted to do and still don't. However, I also learned this year to really live by my own secret motto, "things just seem to work out for me."

I learned that it's pretty awesome living on my own and that I'm much happier in my own routine. Partly because it's way more motivating to get up out of bed every day when I don't feel the pressure of someone expecting me to get out of bed. Does that make sense? Also due to the fact that I eat much healthier, stay more active, and therefore stay much thinner which also makes me very happy.

I learned that I want a television show on Bravo.

Life: I learned that being a 20-something can be awesome and awful at the same time. This past year, I've had my highest highs and my lowest lows mainly because things change at the drop of a hat. A Saturday night out can make you feel like a million bucks but the following day "so and so" doesn't call and your life is over. The idea that my life can go in any direction I choose is exhilarating and positively daunting. Can't someone just tell me where my life will go and how to get there? I want to be fabulous right now, I don't want to wait. And yet, I do little about it because I'm too busy having fun. It's quite effed up. With all of that being said, as grown up as I can feel at times, I've learned that I have a sh!t ton of growing up to do.


I learned that I'm indecisive about the little things, like what to eat. I learned that I can write pretty well and that I enjoy doing so. I learned that I can be funny when I want to be, and better yet, sometimes when I'm not even trying to be. I learned that as much as I wanted to graduate that I have a sincere and deep pride in my school, Georgetown University. Through my Soulful Striver experience, the feedback I've received since graduation, and the casual walks around campus during graduation weekend it really hit me how special it is to have attended GU.

I learned that friends come into your life for many reasons. I learned how lucky I am to have someone like Brittany in DC to get me out of the house, to laugh with, and to be there for me. I didn't realize how much of a difference it would make moving here having a good buddy to do things with. I learned that old friends can always pick up where they leave off. Although I only see someone like Jackie every now and then, anytime I see her it's like we never left each other. I learned that you can have friends who you connect with on different levels. Tanya and I got close this summer because we have a reasonable and similar outlook on life, as well as the constant need to chat over a bottle of wine and then dance like crazy. I learned that friends like Hillary, Gabbie, and Meghan are ones that I may not talk to all the time but I can still feel the love. I learned that Sammy and I are growing closer as women, instead of as childhood biddies. And finally, I learned that for real, Lauren is my main squeeze. It hit me one day after talking to two different friends separately, that I censored myself with each of them about different topics. I never censor myself with Lauren because the trust is indefinitely strong and loyal. We are always on the same page and she knows everything there is to know. In the coming years, I hope she can do the same. Basically, I'm lucky to have this group of gals.


I learned that Zack Ryder is really hot, that Dad has cooler sneakers than I do, that I really really really enjoy golf tournaments, that the iPhone is my favorite thing in the whole world, and that "We Found Love" by Rihanna will never stop being amazing.

I learned that California is a state that I hope to live in someday. I tend to think a lot about that fact come January and February because it's incredible how much my mood is affected by cold weather. I learned that my family out there rocks. I learned that Zinzi the second time around is infinitely more amazing than the first time, that hot yoga does the body wonders, and that belting out "Mean" by Taylor Swift might be the most fun a girl (and ohhh my god a guy, ehem) can have.

Sassarella Says...here's what I hope to learn in 2012:
Anything I didn't learn between the years 1989 and 2011.


Done and done.