Starting Out.

Nicole's Perspective: A Vehicle is Found!

In an effort to keep busy, stay creative and keep learning how to use all these complicated new gadgets and programs to their maximum levels of awesomeness we started a blog. I guess this is the part where I explain the "we." Nope... I'm going to talk about something else first. Naturually. And as a disclaimer, whatever I leave out, don't explain or make sound as if some secondary audience is reading this... Brian can remedy. While I am always right, he is always able to correct the times when I am less right than usual. I can't help but to write this as if someone else other than the two of us will be reading it... and perhaps some day when I have either made a name for myself and someone decides to google me to find out more about my fabulous life full of accomplishments or one awesome accomplishment that is not dying in some crazy way, this will come up. Then, the life I led post-college will be like the sound of a tree hitting the ground in a forest I thought was empty, but wasn't. Or maybe someone will just google Brian because he'll be some famous investment banker that proved the existence of G-d through some equation or Excel spreadsheet and they'll find my name and they'll wonder who I am. AND THEN they will Google just me and find out that I'm just me. Brian's "ladyfriend." Either way, I will be known somehow, someday. Maybe through facebook? There's always facebook.

So, the "we" or "us" or reason for the jointness in the bloggingness: Brian is my "manfriend" and yes, I just watched Sex and the City: The Movie. I promise, it's worth every penny and every minute. Before you peg me as whatever for rejoicing in the glory that is SATC, you've got to understand: It's what every girl with ambitions would want. I mean how could you not want to be a revered writer and all you have to talk about is you sex life and dating history and somehow make it sound like you learned something and were insightful. I'm pretty sure every woman does that every time she has a conversation with her friends or therapist or whatever about a man. Or what about being a successful PR exec who manages one of the most famous actors in Hollywood and can get you into every club and restuarant and is a true NYC socialite? Or what about being a successful partner in a law firm with a great family? Or what about having a great family and having had a career as a gallery owner and philanthropist? And what about their CLOTHES? And they're all well-off and can afford beautiful and spacious apartments with big closets that aren't bedrooms and they have fun at work and have great wardrobes and all that jazz. Yeah, and it's jazz, elaborate, not quite comprehensible, here and there, never know where it's going or when it might end - jazz. The jazz of youth and valuing beauty and all that is enviable by others. Judge me. I dare you, but SATC was great entertainment. And now it's over. I guess? And I'm stuck with Grey's Anatomy and the Bachelorette for my TV romantic drama/comedy fix.
ALLLL Wrrrroooonnngggg!

Back to my boyfriend [and I better start saying boyfriend or I bet he gets sick on his keyboard if I write any more paragraphs that resemble the last (oh, but I will. Not today, though)]. Anywaaaayyy... Brian and I met and yeah that's it. If I tell you too much about how we met I'll give away too many details about the Murder Mystery Romantic Comedy screen play that's in the works based on our relationship and some other fantastical events I thought of while running. Maybe I'll tell about our relationship and how we met and fell in love sometime... from my perspective, but I honestly think it would be more fun to both sit down and write out our version of the story at the same time and then we can read each other's and get our feelings hurt and say stuff like "Omg. i can't believe you think YOU DID ALL THE WORK. i texted you ALL THE TIME." or whatever. So... Brian is like near perfect, for me anyway. And it's great and wonderful. And I love him. DON"T STOP READING.

And... so now we are apart. In different cities in the U.S.A. and we have some plans. Because long distance sucks and is hard and it would be stupid and lazy to break up and definitely emotionally draining. So, we persevere. And out comes a blog. Because the best way to stay happy is to stay entertained by the cool things that you do or make. I think, anyway. And I get my energy and happiness and creative bursts from interaction with other people and so together it works. I project. I mean, this is the first post and Brian already wants to downgrade his responsibilities to accompanying photography only. But, don't fret. I am unemployed and feeling great about this wonderful opportunity to blog it out. I keep losing track of the point I'm trying to make, don't I?

This blog is what we do together when we're apart. Every week there's a buzzword and we write and post pictures and things about the word. The first word is none other than "Home." Which is where we both, reluctently are, post-college graduation and pre-start of first job. Let it be known, that I don't have a job and Brian does, which is under no circumstance an excuse to not post because work stays at work and fun stays at home and this is fun! Which is why naughty pictures aren't sent to briang@keybank.com or whatever your email address will be - if you get any pictures because you have to earn them first. So, start writing! Please?

Next: The Greatly Anticipated Blog That Creatively Comes from the Word "Home."

P.S. The image for our blog is the two of us, before or after we passed out on the grass at the Kentucky Derby, taken by a mutual friend, Ema Pasic.