hear me roar
basically my thoughts. all about me. and kind of about you. things i think + think other people think too but maybe they aren't writing about it. or maybe they are + i'm not reading it. so now i'm writing about it. you can read it. or don't....but i would prefer if you do :) say hi at samanthablevy@gmail.com. i can say with 99.9% certainty that i will respond to your email. so let's get to it, shall we?
insight into me:
i am off to my welcome lunch!
while many would find this delightful, i find it nerve wreaking.
having a mini anxiety attack..wish me luck!
boundries
somwhere along the line, i started to travel outside of mine.
sometimes i wish i could color inside the lines.
but most days i am Really happy being me.
*they told me if i repeat this a few times a day it will come true ;)
chapter 11, too soon too old
when i free myself from the chains that bind me—watch out world.
i'm not going to lie...
i would Kill for a bootleg copy of SATC.
yes i know: bootlegs are bad + the entire industry loses even if, well, i win.
while i am brave enough to admit that i would like to see this movie on opening nite i can pretty much guarantee i will not actually see it for at least a few weeks after the release date.
here’s why: big crowds of only females are Definitely not my thing. big crowds that include only (or mostly) females that range from the age of, oh, i’d say 13-65: dare i say scary? i think i am having an anxiety attack just thinking about this…
the idea of sitting in a jam packed theater on a friday nite with a bunch of girls gushing, screaming, and possibly shedding tears is just not my idea of fun.
however, sitting at home, with just my girls, curled up on a couch and popping that sucker into the dvd player to express all the above emotions: sign. me. up.
so, anyone know where i can find me a bootleg dvd of SATC?
beautiful girls
jack johnson meets g. love meets donavon frankenreiter = Amazing.
chapter 5 of too soon too old
i don’t know if i love this. or hate this. both?
larry david
my other dream man.
thought i should level the playing field a bit…or at least enter the other end of the spectrum.
+ i’m pretty sure he doesn’t love me too. we’d get along swimmingly!
update
on this:
i found it! and i literally said outloud “i found it! i found it!”
again, i am 10.
good thing too. i didn’t remember quite as well as i assumed:
dear sam, i wish i may i wish i might have this wish i wish tonight i wish i had 2 best friends as good as you and jen.
oh jami: you Do (you do!)
Forever.
-my best friend jami
she wrote this on a torn off tiny piece of envelope over two years ago, on the evening of her birthday.
while i never quite understood the need to mention jenny (love you jen!) i have always cherished this piece of paper. i carry it with me.
well, carried. i can’t find it. i wanted to share her words that warm my heart with everyone + in the big bag spill of may 7th…
spilled an entire soda in my bag this morning..hell: i lived to tell! it’s cool…
it somehow must have gotten lost? i am still hoping it is at home, but my hopes are not high.
thankfully i have the words to memory + can always locate them here. if + when needed.
i love jami.