tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11105997157272104332024-03-12T21:15:31.982-07:00Just Two BrosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-78889604692764772862013-02-28T21:27:00.000-08:002013-03-02T08:43:24.438-08:00LovingI have the best friends. For years I've collected the funniest, most attractive, and [most importantly] most sincere people as those who I hold closest and most dear. Any and all opportunity to make those bonds stronger and to just BE with these amazing individuals and loving groups is my ideal. It's my reason for living. Mostly because they are my reason for laughing or having and pursuing my passions.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujXYCuyka2Y/UTA35TOXhQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3qqP3_cDuXo/s1600/Number1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujXYCuyka2Y/UTA35TOXhQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3qqP3_cDuXo/s320/Number1.jpg" width="320" /></a>I am lucky enough to have groups of friends for every occasion, and every location. I have the dearest group of friends back in Ohio among whom we all grew together. They knew me when I was most embarrassing and annoying, and vice versa. And now we are adults with jobs and incomes and are realizing dreams of being rich and famous.<br />
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I have my NYU Family. My friends from college who are my unconditional love source. They are amazing, successful, and so unique. They are mostly non-actor friends, and they provide an irreplaceable break from real life stresses of auditioning and self-marketing. And they always think I'm funny.<br />
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I have my NYU acting friends. To be in the acting community, you must have a strong support system of encouragement and relate-ability. Also, artists/actors are the best people. If you can stand on a stage [or kneel on a pillow] in front of a group of strangers and BE SOMEONE ELSE, you are an amazing, playful, creative, loving, giving person, and I want to be near you.<br />
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My broship with Remy is completely different. Completely different in the way that it's somewhat the same and only slightly different. I am pretty white bread of a person. Growing up, I longed for a strong friendship with one other guy friend. A broship, for sure. And now I've had it.<br />
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February started out as the worst. I couldn't wait for it to end because I knew it was going to be excessively cold and uncomfortably lazy, and vice versa. Now, I wish it weren't over. I haven't had enough time with these bros!!!<br />
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But as Remy and I are classy gentlebros, we have a few love letters to give to the characters of our month long dramedy:<br />
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Dear Jasper,</div>
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I guess there are worse things than people pleasers.</div>
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With umbrage,</div>
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The one who wouldn't pet you</div>
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Dear Tasha,</div>
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Thank you for trusting me with your space. It's a sacred thing, one's room. It's a safe haven. A shelter from a storm. A place to rest and reset. Simply and fully, it's personal.</div>
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And so thank you for letting me pretend that I belonged in a place that was yours. Thank you for trusting me with your roommates. And most of all, thank you for leaving your necklaces on the wall to remind me to dress up, no matter the occasion.</div>
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Gratuitously,</div>
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Remy's blonde friend from school</div>
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I so enjoyed your visit and our subwequent watching of Clue. I was very charmed by your warmth and openness, your humor and helpfulness. There is a reason you are Remy's best friend, and I'm glad to have gotten to experience it in such a comfortable place.</div>
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You can be an honorary bro. Obvi.</div>
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Fondly,</div>
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Dear Chris,</div>
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It's a magical thing when your roommate has a great self-confidence and a beautiful singing voice. Not since I lived with my old roommate Stephen have I experienced such a combination (and even so, I often missed out on both with him as he was always on tour for world renown tap dancing competitions).</div>
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Thank you for your inspiring presence, and we forgive you for Jasper.</div>
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Fully,</div>
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Dear Lauren,</div>
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When Remy and I told you we'd be living together, Im sure you were thrown on a whirlwind of emotions. I'm certain you wanted to ask if you could sleep in the hall outside our door, just to feel our closeness. Without any shadow of a doubt, you made scary-accurate finger puppets of us two bros to comfort you whenever you thought about our bropartment.</div>
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It was a true pleasure having you as our final brovisitor. Thank you for sharing in our communion of barbecue, canolis, and monopoly. Also, that funky dance move in which you indulged in the barbecue place, that caused such a ruckus, was the highlight of the night for all our fellow Harlem homies and homegirls.</div>
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You are the original, the most, and the final ICON of the day!!!</div>
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Ride on, fancy horse.</div>
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Inevitably,</div>
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Dear Matt,</div>
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When you moved in, it not only changed everything...no wait, thats enough to say. Yeah. It changed everything.</div>
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When Just Two Bros started, we already knew of the impending and infamous #3bros plot twist. Yet, we didn't know what it would actually mean, how adding your personality and older years would impact our brochelor's pad.</div>
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It must be said that, in the two weeks that I've known you now, i have learned a GREAT DEAL about you. It's a strange thing to have been in a social incubator for a short time, and to be exiting knowing too much to be explained by that time. And yet, despite your advanced years, it's really felt like a bro-therhood. You've embraced #3bros, and we've embraced you.</div>
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Simply:</div>
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Thank you for being old enough to buy us alcohol and to bring us the wisdom of many ages.</div>
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Irrefutably,</div>
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P.S.: Invite me back often. I still need to finish playing Zelda.</div>
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Dear Our Avid Readers,</div>
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You excite me. I was never more encouraged to continue writing as when I heard that we had even one reader!</div>
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I had a great many hopes for this blog, and I achieved so few of them. However, each post was such a massive success that I am overjoyed to have gotten to share my thoughts with you.</div>
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Hey. People are real. They have thoughts and feelings. And they react to everything. And they have fears and loves. And they should be heard. You've taught me that. Thanks.</div>
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As always, to you, the most exciting Love, the most shocking Bitches, and the most flowering Inspiration,</div>
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I have never been so disappointed to be leaving a home as I am now. Yes, saying goodbye to my parents was a thing. And yes, Glamercy was the nicest abode I've ever inhabited. But I found a lifestyle and a true understanding with my bros in Harlem. True comfort to be myself and true faculty to fully realize what that means. The truth is, I've felt infinite in my possibilities here with Remy. One of my favorite parts of our time together would be the lazy hour or two after a long day of werq or auditions [at one in the morning no less] where we would just talk. Honestly. Remy would suggest to play a game of some kind. Role playing LOST characters. Fantasizing and analyzing our ideal mates. Always: "YES, and..." Especially without an audience. We were all we needed this month. We were the most deservéd audience. And BOY did we hit it. We were on FIRE with our jokes and conversations. Home is where the heart is. And I found out just how big a heart can grow.</div>
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And so:</div>
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Dear Remy,</div>
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Yes, and...</div>
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I'll be back, and...</div>
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This isn't the end of JUST TWO BROS.</div>
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Remy and I welcomed our first roommate since saying goodbye to Jasper (whom we are told is still a people pleaser). Our new roommate Matthew is in process of moving in, and generously paused to draw the above DRAWING.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-92018873693537025712013-02-18T10:40:00.001-08:002013-02-18T10:40:24.976-08:00Searching . . .I went through a phase when I was younger where I would name objects by adding a "y" to the end of their actual name. The deceptively undelicious "chairy," the awkward sounding "windowy," and the long time family member "vanny" were...well...basically all of them.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fERSwDByglg/USJwNOWO-sI/AAAAAAAAALA/EyeCvmPcQCk/s1600/P1020961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fERSwDByglg/USJwNOWO-sI/AAAAAAAAALA/EyeCvmPcQCk/s320/P1020961.JPG" width="320" /></a>Vanny was a dream of a vehicle. It had two tape cassette stereos, fragile window shades, and long pondered ash trays. The faux wood was just so damn classy, but the best part of the whole ride was the back bench seat. I have two brothers and as many parents, so when we would drive to a family vacation spot, one of us got the whole bench to themselves. And that someone was MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! YAYYYYYYY!!!! I believe my older brother wanted control of the second tape cassette, and so chose the chair[y] next to it. And my younger brother wanted to be like my older brother, and so chose the similar chair[y] in that middle row. SUCKASSSSSSS<br />
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Long story short: I won. I would spend half my time starring out the windows at trees and street signs, and spend the other half my time stretched out with my eyes closed and my breathing steady as I tried to suppress my car sickness from reading those street signs [and any initials carved into those trees].<br />
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Thankfully, car sickness does not translate to subway rides. Otherwise, I probably would have "gotten sick" on the subway...more than I already have. #nocomment #allt #allshade<br />
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The long benches of the A train remind me of the long back row bench of Vanny. And the man falling asleep on my shoulder on the A train...reminds me of my own young self being cradled to sleep on Vanny's back row cushions.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0dj969OeBY/USJwOPgZMmI/AAAAAAAAALI/RlM0SPGzphc/s1600/P1020925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0dj969OeBY/USJwOPgZMmI/AAAAAAAAALI/RlM0SPGzphc/s320/P1020925.JPG" width="320" /></a>I love sleeping in a moving vehicle. Sleeping, in general, is wonderful. Sleeping in public is ill-advised. Sleeping in public in NYC is a regrettable gamble. I use the "put your leg through your backpack strap" method [when I really don't care how stupid I look]. Desperate times call for desperate measures [and some sweet, sweet dreams].<br />
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Alright, alright, alright. Truth be told, when I'm not snoozin' while acruisin,' I'm reading/memorizing or teaching [forcing] myself to make eye contact with strangers. New York City is a rough place for meeting someone new on the street. Not because there is a lack of new people on the street, of course, but because nobody says hello or has real interactions with strangers. I try. And I try. And if you're cute...I fail. Otherwise, you get a nice warm smize from me.<br />
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Often, I get no returned eye contact (thank god). Sometimes, it's because someone ELSE is snoozin' their ride away! They are passed out and completely vulnerable. I am not a predator nor a thief, so good for them, and awful for my shoulder when they do the "lean'n'drool."<br />
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How funny that humans were made to be vulnerable without a choice. When we sleep, we close our eyes. We lose sight of the conscious world and fall to utter obliviousness. When we sleep, the world creeps on (much like an Animal Crossing game). In the blink of an eye, the world changes and grows and evolves and falls in love and destroys and collects and isolates and plays Animal Crossing.<br />
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Try it now. Close your eyes. Feel vulnerable where you are. Feel safe, reading this in your own home. Feel uncomfortable, reading this in public. Consider how your surrounding company makes you feel more or less taken care of.<br />
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I feel most transparent when I'm dating someone. And I love that. I love having someone who wants to know all my secrets and thoughts. I love having someone who is my go-to for exciting news and unfortunate circumstances [or vice versa]. However...<br />
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...relationships are also difficult when it comes time to reveal more of your true, [metaphorically] naked self. Trusting your partner is putting yourself on display, completely vulnerable. It is a beautiful state BECAUSE of how dangerous it is. You trust another person with your revealed self so that perhaps it may lead you to a deeper level of intimacy.<br />
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After each of my relationships, I've had a realization that I had been blind to some part of my social or romantic consciousness. I didn't know what I didn't know, and suddenly the walls of my love reality crumbled in an earthquake of hurt and untimely clarity.<br />
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I have friends in several stages of relationship: current breakup, recent breakup, meeting after a long past breakup, and even saving the relationship from a breakup. I'm disappointed not to see a new and budding relationship on that list. S.A.D. continues to take its toll.<br />
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What makes a successful relationship? Trust. FIRE. Shared experiences. Commitment. Trust, but for real this time. A relationship, on any level, is an agreement. A promise of something! The trouble creeps in when communication is failed and trust not achieved. A lover will get hurt when expectations don't match up.<br />
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A friend of mine once told me that agreeing to be in a relationship is agreeing to hurt each other.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYgzNmHuaco/USJ098Dg-hI/AAAAAAAAALs/aYEL5JRkeHk/s1600/Princess_Zelda_(Spirit_Tracks).png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYgzNmHuaco/USJ098Dg-hI/AAAAAAAAALs/aYEL5JRkeHk/s200/Princess_Zelda_(Spirit_Tracks).png" width="146" /></a>I look forward to the day I get married and start my family. I am so excited by the idea that I will share a promise with another person to be there with them, together, on the same team. Through thick and thin. Through Sandy and Nemo. Through miscommunication and communion.<br />
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I'm pretty far from my familial goals: I'm single (two bros bachelor pad!!! Holla!!!). I have the smallest amount of free time (the majority of which goes into saving the Princess). And I find it so hard to meet new people in this city! So few people REALLY communicate on the street. And the ones that do use the opportunity to "practice" being angry. It's hardly worth it to even try to face my fears of eye contact in the slim hope that someone will reciprocate...in a way that won't be resolutely creepy.<br />
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En placer de eso, I put my energies partially in smizing at strangers...and more in good posture, a positive energy, working on my career, writing my blog, singing in public, anything to better myself and have more confidence and trust in myself. I do this because, during this desert of love in my life, I believe that an investment in myself is an investment in my romantic future. We are most attractive when we are most confident and not looking for love. I close my eyes to scoping the crowds and instead focus selfishly on myself.<br />
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You can open your eyes now.<br />
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Oh, right, and then THIS happened:<br />
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Daaaaaaailys:<br />
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Daily TV Show: Impractical Jokers<br />
Daily Activities: Traveling, Talking Relationships, Eating with a Spoon<br />
Daily Icon: Emelie Samuelson (I mean, check out her AWESOME blog post!: http://awkwardlyaliveandpleasantlypeculiar.com/2013/02/16/just-two-bros/)<br />
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Two BrosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-44296038777361889962013-02-13T21:50:00.002-08:002013-02-13T21:50:38.023-08:00Snoozing, basically.Remy and I would like to thank everyone who sent us a letter or hid a note under a nearby surface inquiring about our safety the last few days. As you all now know, we had been missing for a few days. We thank you for all your kind words, and "understand what you really mean" by your unkind words. We want to also thank you for numbering each letter, so that we know we happened upon the complete set. We will save the complete set of letters and notes right next to our complete set of LOST dvds.<br />
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Remy and I would like to share with you the wisdom we attained while in absence. It is literally the least we can do to repay your uncomfortably consistent worry and attention.<br />
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1. What you don't say says just as much as what you do say. So get out there and watch your words and also watch your not words. Those not words hold as much poison as those words...and, I mean, those words...they are certainly not to be ignored either. Unless your not words are acting to ignore the words, then maybe go ahead and not word their words.<br />
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Also, ignore all the words in the previous paragraph, and also ignore all the words in the next three or four paragraphs. And ignore this: word.<br />
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2. Don't expect to get bread when you order "pulled pork." If you don't say the word "sandwich," sure, it'll be cheaper, but it won't have bread for you to cradle your barbecue sauce-drowned mini-meat strips. Also, when you expect an assortment of barbecue sauces...don't be too disappointed when your options are "mild" and "hot." Be serious. "Mild" barbecue sauce is ketchup. And "hot" barbecue sauce is hot sauce. I wanted bar.be.cue.<br />
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3. Getting coffee with an acquaintance is as fun as it sounds. And often as dangerous.<br />
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4. Running up six flights of stairs in order to save time is rather ridiculous. You will end up spending the "extra time" in a heap on the floor as you regain consciousness. And by then, your pockets could be emptied and your honor destroyed.<br />
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5. Anything can act as a disguise. Except maybe nakedness. But who needs a disguise when your nakedness works as a perfect distraction. Also, anything can act as a distraction.<br />
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6. Some things make less noise if you hit them. Some things make more noise if you hit them. Some things make the same noise whether you hit them or not.<br />
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7. Don't act like you know all the answers all the time. You come off as an asshole.<br />
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8. Wait, no, do. Do act like you know all the answers. Otherwise you don't get what you want. Sorry. That was a rough jump from 7 to 8 there. I hope nobody stopped reading after 7. Seriously. I almost ruined your life. Ooof. Close one.<br />
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9. Take time to breathe. Because if you don't, and you are swimming through an underwater tunnel, attempting to escape the grasp of a couple assailants, you will pass out and fill your lungs with water. Thank god Remy was there to pull me out of that one, right?<br />
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10. When you talk on the phone, smile; they can tell the difference.<br />
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We are glad to be back. However, so much has changed!! Please do continue sending us letters and hiding notes for us. We need updates.<br />
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Daily Gift: Freedom<br />
Daily Activities: Tweeting, Crawling, Turning Corners<br />
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Two BrosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-71739183317950447902013-02-09T22:12:00.001-08:002013-02-09T22:12:16.179-08:00Remembering SUMMER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remy told us all about how productive he feels in the summer months...but, what's that you ask? Was he blowing steam? Did that steam fog up a window? Can you no longer see into the room where we are writing this blog so you can't see our faces to tell if we're lying? Fear not! Here is proof of our awesomely PRODUCTIVE summer! Memories are for remembering. And pictures are for helping older people to remember memories. As my Nono said once or twice, "The first three things to go when you get old are: your memory- and I forget the rest." Aw Nono. Enjoy!:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Serenading an Icon after baking a cake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SHELVES. DONE.</td></tr>
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DAILYS:<br />
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Daily Modern Convenience: Speaker Phone (Suck it, Siri.)<br />
Daily Activities: Ripping Jeans, Drinking Wine, Wearing Socks<br />
Daily Icon: Lady New York<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Free Cookies,<br />
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TWO BROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-58604938647070187862013-02-08T21:30:00.000-08:002013-02-08T21:30:27.274-08:00Hibernating
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hi
Bloggers! Remy here! I know some of our avid readers may be a little surprised
to see the other half of Just Two Bros having an internet presence right now
after getting really used to the blonde one writing all the time. But just take
a deep breath and let it simmer. It’s going to be all right. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When
Anthony told me the other day that I probably should contribute to some of the
writing of this blog, I was a little skeptical because I have doubts about
myself as a writer. I’m more of a chemist. And I thought, what, if anything,
will I have to say?<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It
seems this lack of an occasion to speak is a common theme in my life right now.
I’ve been finding recently that whenever I run into an old friend, whether it
be at a party or on the subway, that the age old question of “What’s new with
you?” comes into our brief, passing conversation. Recently I have been
answering with: </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1) Auditioning<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>2)
Working<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>3) Lost</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And
whenever I feel embarrassed or ashamed of such a response I have to remember
that I’m actually quite happy doing all 3 of those things for now. And that is
because it is winter and have an extreme case of Season Affective Disorder
(S.A.D. if you will)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For
those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, S.A.D. refers to the state of
being humans experience during the winter months where they mostly just want to
stay inside, have little interest in doing anything, sleep a lot and sometimes
feel depressed. They get sad with S.A.D, I guess. I’m not sure if they created
the acronym purposely to spell “sad”, or if it just worked out nicely that
way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I’d like to propose that
we shouldn’t look at this phenomenon as a disorder but rather a necessary phase
in one’s year. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I
find myself in the same place every winter. Catching up on my tivo, starting a
new TV show, or occasionally knitting a scarf as it snows outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I do go out for work or whatnot,
I’d rather be back home. As much as I love seeing my friends, during this
particular season I feel like I need more “me time” than usual. My theory is if
I do a whole bunch of nothing and hibernate, by the time spring and summer
comes along, I’ll be rested, refreshed and ready for adventures. How will I
ever know the grandeur of the warm months if I don’t have the contrast of the
cold ones?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I
live for summer. Always have. There is so much possibility that comes with the
word. I find myself in a fantastic limbo of time as May and June roll around. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time appears to stop and I end up having
some of the most memorable and mind boggling experiences. Much of this is
probably attributed to summer break from school. You’ve spent the whole year
working toward one goal and then you get 3 months to do with as you please. I’m
interested to see what will happen this year as it is the first summer not
surrounded by the bookends of education. Hopefully road trips will still be a
possibility. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So,
if summer is for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">doing</i>, then that
would make winter for thinking, right? So far in February, if I’m not watching <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">LOST</i> or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Drag Race</i> with Anthony, I tend to find myself being nostalgic (Word
of the day from a few posts ago. Thanks, Bro). Yes, nostalgic in the immediate
sense: thinking about the last year; what I’ve done since college and how high
the stakes are in post grad life (your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love
life’s D.O.A.)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But
with this winter, I have been thinking much further back into my childhood and adolescence,
pondering the choices that I made to get me to the point right before
graduating college and entering the “real world”. Yes, I made many good
decisions, and I try not to live with regrets. But, if anything, this winter’s
S.A.D. has made me look back at my past and wonder if I lived all the beautiful
moments I have experienced to their full potential. I find myself comparing
this “necessary funk” that I’m in to times when I was floating on cloud 9 and I
could only see forward and smile. Now I look back and can’t help but wonder
(did anyone get that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sex and the City </i>reference?)
if my prime has already passed me by. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We
rely on our past experiences and connections to fill a void or to connect to
something that is familiar and comfortable. We're nostalgic in times of
confusion and unknown futures because the memories give us a sense of
stability. These circumstances can include connecting with a past lover, trying
to re-create moments you shared with your best friends from high school in your
home town, or visiting a place that once took your breath away. But, this isn’t
necessarily the best option because past flings and memories are not fitting
with YOU in the present. And when something is over, it's over. The memory is
fleeting. We need to figure out how we fit in the now . If we harp on things
that had an expiration date, we are going to be constantly stuck comparing that
moment to everything else and then you yourself will be stuck and be unable to
move forward. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What
is the value of a memory anyway? Can the memory be more beautiful and important
than the actual event itself?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 8.85pt;">
<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 8.85pt;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_C4IhzCgjk/URXde61J1FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WTi7pHKhhSw/s1600/url.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_C4IhzCgjk/URXde61J1FI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WTi7pHKhhSw/s320/url.jpeg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I’ve
come to realize that I do this thing where I'll never really appreciate
something that I have in the moment. A moment only becomes really powerful when
I look back at the time that is no longer in existence. What am I supposed to
do with that? Perhaps, when we deal with this analysis of our moments, we are
having our own version of the Baker’s Wife’s ‘Moments in the Woods’ from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Into the Woods </i>by Stephen Sondheim and
James Lapine. She experiences this momentous and unexpected happening. She, a
peasant, has a brief sexual encounter with the Prince. It ends so fast she
wonders what on earth just happened and if, in fact, this could be more than
just a passing moment and instead a potentially game changing event. She
expresses how she loves her simple life (her “or” if you will) but when
compared to what just happened (her “and”), something so exciting and
different, she questions which is preferable and what each mean to one another.
She ultimately decides she is glad to have had her “and” because “just
remembering you’ve had an and when you’re back to or, makes the or mean more
than it did before” She leaves having understood the meaning of the moment
(Congrats to her. It’s not so easy for the rest of us) and is ready to get out
of the woods and go back to her husband and child. But then she dies. Yeah,
DIES. (Sorry if this is a spoiler alert for anyone) So I’m not so sure what
kind of message that sends to fellow moment seekers. Is the message, “If you
make an excitingly risky decision then you die”? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hope not. And I hope it was summer wherever the Baker’s
Wife went to. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Actually I’m not
sorry. Shame on you if you don’t know <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Into
the Woods)</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 8.85pt;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceQ5F1hVz_Q/URXdebrRfwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a740evo7g3s/s1600/url-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceQ5F1hVz_Q/URXdebrRfwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/a740evo7g3s/s200/url-2.jpeg" width="200" /></a><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I try as
much as possible to fill my life with “ands” and put a limit on the “ors”. But,
as the Baker’s wife says, “ if life were only moments, then you’d never know
you had one”. That’s why this time of year is so important to me. You have to
be mundane every now and then to appreciate when that spectacular moment
happens and sends electricity up your spine. Heck, I’m even waiting for the
moment later this year where I could run into a friend and be asked what was
new with me and have a million things to say and not stop and win a prize for
it. And I’m very willing to wait. And that’s okay because I know summer is
coming. But for now, I am sitting in my living room listening to Snowstorm Nemo
(we found you), and waiting for Anthony to come home (I always hope they are
your keys in the hallway, too, Anth). <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 8.85pt;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQi5pCtdCwM/URXdefRDNeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/E-tzJVEkWvI/s1600/207432_10150560112885722_1688363_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQi5pCtdCwM/URXdefRDNeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/E-tzJVEkWvI/s320/207432_10150560112885722_1688363_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #333333;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I leave you
with our daily dose of dailies:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daily Fabric: Snuggie</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daily
Activities: Indulging, Napping, Finding Nemo</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daily Icon: My
mom. We had a good phone convo tonight. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ands, Ors
and Ellen Degeneres,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">TWO BROS</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs_J7jc7Lnk/URSPUpL5kMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/o_T0rDlZ-sc/s1600/just-been-shot_clink_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs_J7jc7Lnk/URSPUpL5kMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/o_T0rDlZ-sc/s320/just-been-shot_clink_large.jpg" width="320" /></a>Our Dailys:<br />
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Daily Accessory: Glasses<br />
Daily Activities: Debating Beyonce, Melting Chocolate, Texting<br />
Daily Icon: Rebel Wilson<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Dawn Dish Soap,<br />
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TWO BROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-11899335819616179742013-02-06T21:13:00.000-08:002013-02-06T21:13:06.272-08:00Taking TurnsI tasted power early in life.<br />
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And now I'm laughing at you, my readers, because I can only imagine what that makes you think. I wish I could KNOW exactly what you picture in your heads. I wish I could read minds and plant thoughts and move objects without touching them and know when a table is done with their food and want another round of drinks.<br />
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My childhood was separated into two parts: before I moved the summer before 3rd grade and after I moved the summer before 3rd grade.</div>
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I was very popular in school before I moved. I was bullied in school after I moved. Let's talk about school before I moved.</div>
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I was a leader of a group of about 5 of us. The girls and me. I made decisions for us on the playground. I kept track of who picked what we played the day previous, and accordingly chose who would pick the game today. I was high from the power. I would try to be fair, but really I had no idea if anyone was feeling left out.</div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHBLnAJCupg/URM16c5v8LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BkvfTLDG8c8/s1600/princess-peach-a-visual-history-20101214014445442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHBLnAJCupg/URM16c5v8LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BkvfTLDG8c8/s320/princess-peach-a-visual-history-20101214014445442.jpg" width="320" /></a>Also on the playground, there was James. As far as I remember, he didn't have a group. I learned responsibility in the 2nd grade when I would selflessly donate one recess a week to hanging out with James. Just us. My own group of girls was probably lost as to what to play without me, but I had a duty, and I secretly enjoyed playing with James (because we played make believe in the world of Mario and Princess Peach on a map of the United States, every young bro's dream!). I wasn't the nicest to James. For that, I am sorry. I had "early power." Much like "young money," "early power" was a great responsibility and a minor nuisance, and sometimes vice versa.</div>
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Now, I want you to experience the power of mind reading that I crave, so here are some of my thoughts from earlier today when I went grocery shopping. [You are now entering an uncensored monologue from my head]:<br />
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"If I don't have any chocolate in the apartment, I won't eat any chocolate, and then I will therefore be healthier."<br />
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"What can I buy to which I can add jalapenos?"<br />
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"My metabolism is going to start failing me eventually. So...come on, now, Anth. Start changing your food habits now...ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME???"<br />
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"Cookies and Cream or Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough? I need to get something to go with the hot fudge I bought last time!"<br />
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"This fruit smoothie jug is a little expensive...but it might be the only fruit I get this week. I say I'm worth it."<br />
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"Milk milk milk milk milk milk milk milk...2%!!!!!"<br />
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"Oh...development! That lady with the unkempt, long-ass hair just got the cookies and cream...I don't want to be like her; I'll go for the chocolate chip cookie dough."<br />
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(For the record, Remy, I didn't get toilet paper...because I BELIEVE you said it's your turn next...? Let me know later if I'm wrong. I'll go back. I can always get more 2% while I'm there anyway.)<br />
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Remy and I tag teamed the apartment today. I left MAD EARLY for a rehearsal in Brooklyn. When I got back in the afternoon, Remy left for his improv class. First me, then him. So organized. We practiced a hella neat day.<br />
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Now, I'm an artist [What isn't art?], and I'm logical [read: naturally good at math]. I tend to constantly think and analyze and process and better. I had an acting class on Monday, and my teacher would not stop hammering into me that I need to worry less about my partner's reaction, and focus more on making my partner the object of my action.<br />
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Everything you learn in an acting class is a tool to learn more about yourself. When acting, you can be at your most vulnerable. You can reveal real emotion, stemming from real experience and circumstance, so when your teacher tells you they noticed something about you while on stage...it is probably also about you off stage.<br />
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I have a belief that everyone should pretend to be an actor at least once in their lives. Getting new headshots is such a self-centered, self-pampering experience that is so surreal and just must be had by all. Taking speech classes teach the proper way to speak and also teach you how to speak up for what you want...and how to make your voice more resonant in a noisy space to be heard without YELLING. And everyone should know a different accent! They make great party tricks!<br />
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"Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator." - Daniel Handler<br />
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Remy and I make good roommates because we both know how to be light-hearted and we both know how to listen. I sigh and complain and rant, and Remy listens and responds. Then we laugh over something racist or sexual, as two bros do. Then Remy sighs and complains and rants, and I listen and respond. Then we lip-sync to Beyonce and snapchat from across the room. It just works! Our minds are at ease in our no judgement zone! We have no need to put on a mask or try to manipulate each other into getting help or love or truth.<br />
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Truth is a struggle for me. I air on the side of ignoring and avoiding eye contact. I stifle my own expression.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elAoITph3nw/URM2kE--1qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mv1NVl2llZI/s1600/9781402202698_p0_v1_s260x420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elAoITph3nw/URM2kE--1qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mv1NVl2llZI/s200/9781402202698_p0_v1_s260x420.JPG" width="141" /></a>I realized, walking to the train from my acting class, that I do in fact obsess over how my parents, my friends, my brothers, my boss, my co-workers, my customers, and everyone else will react to any little thing I say or do. I cater my syntax to make others the most comfortable and the least offended. I offer the truth softly, instead of honestly. I don't like letting anyone down, and I think that's not fair to myself nor anyone else in the world. Change occurs when the truth is revealed because then the world reacts and adapts and continues the cycle back and forth. First I say how I feel, then you tell me your truth. No power plays. No manipulations.<br />
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It was only after I moved, when I began to get bullied, that I started understanding the perspectives of other people. I would dream of using magic and hypnosis to help me stealthily control everyone around me (See also: Obsession with Harry Potter (See also: Harry Potter Wallpaper)). Ironically, in my attempt to cushion the responses around me, I became a master at avoiding my own truths, and thus the truths of my relationships.<br />
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To clarify to everyone to whom I lied or didn't know how to express myself:<br />
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"I'm gay. That's why."<br />
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"I wish you would move faster. NOW."<br />
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"I want, as Rhianna says, to feel like the only girl in the world."<br />
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"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that about you."<br />
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"I really don't like that."<br />
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At this time, I would like to make another confession. Remy, when I hear keys rattle in the hallway, I hope it's you coming home. I'm always disappointed to hear a neighbor's door open instead. We've got a good set-up. And I guess February is better for our roommateship...and nothing more (you're still dirt to us, February. Dirt!)<br />
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For the record, the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough was the right choice. Soy happy. And that's the truth.<br />
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Daily Word: Nostalgia ("We're nostalgic to something in the past." - Remy Germinario)<br />
Daily Activities: Yes-And-ing, Truth Telling, Truth Hiding<br />
Daily Icon: Anjelica Huston, for rocking those BANGS<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Baked Chicken,<br />
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Daily Appliance: Coffee Maker/Iron (tie)<br />
Daily Activities: Memorizing, Meeting, Singing in the shower!<br />
Daily Icon: Audrey Two<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Sides,<br />
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TWO BROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-17580117831080382252013-02-04T22:19:00.001-08:002013-02-04T22:19:26.510-08:00Haiku Monday<div style="text-align: center;">
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Knocking fist on door.</div>
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Neighbors, let the loud noise in!</div>
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Oh wait, construction.</div>
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My stomach grumbles.</div>
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Remy works in a bak'ry.</div>
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Thank you free breakfast!</div>
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Do I have time for Zelda?</div>
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Not a real question.</div>
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Babysat a wolf!</div>
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He didn't talk very much.</div>
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Good. I'm memorizing.</div>
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I bought myself lunch.</div>
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Minestrone soup for one.</div>
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Feel the warm sun on our faces.</div>
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Chipotle restaurant.</div>
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I am not the biggest fan.</div>
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Uh, nom nom nom nom.</div>
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I crave chocolate.</div>
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Just one bite of your donut.</div>
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Kindness of strangers.</div>
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How I love Snap Chat.</div>
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You better not screen shot this.</div>
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Whatever, you can.</div>
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Lady on the train,</div>
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why is your car all empty?</div>
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Remy? You asleep?</div>
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Hello? Remy? Are you there?</div>
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Time to eat your food...</div>
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Not my bedtime yet!</div>
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It's time to catch up on Glee.</div>
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Where is Mercedes?</div>
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News watching, sitting, and, yes,</div>
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Lady on the train.</div>
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Goodnight sweet readers.</div>
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Love, Bitches, and Dinner Dates,</div>
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Bro One and Bro Two</div>
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They say life is a journey, not a destination. When I look at this map, I see no specific destinations. I don't see my apartment. I don't see my favorite NYC restaurant. I don't see anyone or anything important to me. All I see are the paths I can take to general areas, my journey.</div>
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If you are lost, it is perhaps best to stay where you are so you don't end up missing your own search party. If you are LOST: The Complete Collection box set, it is perhaps best to come with snacks and a time machine so we might actually have the time to watch you, you crazy!</div>
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As it were, Remy was not in the mood for LOST tonight, so we ventured to the DVR and finally watched the first episode of RuPaul's Drag Race. The noises, botox, and lingo left us both a little lost at times. #itsadragthing #iguess #fishy?</div>
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I have two, maybe three, ex-boyfriends somewhere on that subway map. I see the map, and I can guess where they are, but there is no way to know for sure. No way to know that when I turn a corner on Astor Place, I'll be face to face with my one ex- that swore never to speak with me again. When my train home passes 23rd or 42nd, maybe I'll see a familiar pair of jeans and shoes walking away with better places to go.<br />
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My short, blonde boy self ran out of the toy section and toward the checkout lines. I desperately grasped a man with a red Marc's shirt and squeaked, "Excuse me!" Then quivered, "I'm lost." I was. I was separated from my love, my mom. He sighed (obviously in the middle of something else) and grabbed my hand, starting to walk me further away from the toy section.<br />
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Remy and I also visited our monthly horoscopes today. Apparently certain days are better for love or career or "no news is good news." Our respective months of February are mapped out based on advantage. We talked about our single, bachelor bro lives, and determined that we are lost. We are. Our loves are away, perhaps not yet met.<br />
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When I look at this subway map, my brain is inspired to see beacons of light popping up all over signaling the locations of my friends, co-workers, exes, and maybe even a one true love. Where is Remy right now? Where are his beacons? How pretty would this map be if I could see each light and understand each individual significance all on the page. How deep and meaningful this map would become.<br />
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"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." And there they are.<br />
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Tonight was also full of attempted lip-syncing on our parts. Let's just say Remy needs to study more verses of Beyonce songs, and Anthony needs to study more musical theatre female roles.<br />
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It appears the both of us have days to wait until our moons and suns and planets align for optimal romance to reach us (the 4th for Remy! 5th and 6th for me! #watchout). Until then, we might stay right here so that our parties may find us.<br />
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I looked back, panicked, at the toy section one last time and spotted my confused mom with a quarter-full cart. I started to run to her, stopped, and looked up to the man holding my hand. "I found her." My little heart raced as I leapt into my mother's arms.<br />
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Our dailys:<br />
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Daily Fear: Lego Invasion<br />
Daily Activities: Lip-syncing, Working, Avoiding Sleep<br />
Daily Icon: RuPaul #getitgetit<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Goldfish,<br />
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TWO BROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-16809408414113072212013-02-02T23:58:00.001-08:002013-02-03T00:02:00.414-08:00WerqingI can honestly say that I have learned more (socially, personally, financially, gastronomically) since graduating college than I did while still in school. I've always rejected choosing "ignorance" for the sake of "bliss," and in its stead, I have picked up several pieces of uninvited knowledge.<br />
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(For the rec., Remy will be posting videos and video diaries with relevance to this blog. Eventually. Please? Remy, are you there?)<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6EDgI0MaDm0/UQ4Xi4iyMaI/AAAAAAAAACo/vjm7lMHU4AI/s1600/213x142_0013_Sleep_RC_8-12.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6EDgI0MaDm0/UQ4Xi4iyMaI/AAAAAAAAACo/vjm7lMHU4AI/s1600/213x142_0013_Sleep_RC_8-12.jpg.jpg" /></a>I received some solid advice just this past week!:<br />
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"Sleep is for the weak."<br />
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(Honestly, I can't really be sure that that's what was meant. Perhaps it was supposed to read "Sleep is for the week." In which case, we can ignore the first iteration altogether.)<br />
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"A hat and scarf really make a big difference!"<br />
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(Agreed. February has been a bit of a bitch. Feigned springtime with a gentle breeze and warm sunshine, fooling innocent men while on a midday trip to pick up some 2% in his lazy shorts...only to change to an unforgiving, whipping wind and muddled snowy puddles just hours later. A journey for innocent 2% should never be surrounded by such a cloud of dishonesty. Chug, then discuss.)<br />
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"You should write about my obsession with LOST and my real life crush on Sawyer."<br />
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(#backhandedcomingout)<br />
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While [mostly] all those advice(s) were truly great, this one takes the cake:<br />
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"Constantly smize, have a personality, and have good posture lol."<br />
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(This feels like a combination of great advice(s): "How to be the life of a party," "how to effectively flirt while on a subway train," and "always remember to lol after everything you do because, baby, life is short, and we are young and beautiful and well and full of life!" Brilliant.)<br />
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Remy and I didn't see each other all day because we've been so busy running around and working. We didn't get to make communion over the LOST: The Complete Collection box set, like we usually do. Maybe it is a sign of things to come! What is a day of work but a day without free time anyway? Maybe we got so much done today, that we've inadvertently freed up time in our future(s)!<br />
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(Remy, if you're reading this, please know that I will do my dishes just as soon as I'm not sleeping or at work.)<br />
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Now, I know, I know. We weren't the only ones dressing up and going out in the morning to do a very important job. Remy and I dedicate this day to all the groundhogs out there for making it possible that their shadows could be so illusive as to afford us an early spring. This is VICTORY against February as we now know it!<br />
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It is worthy of note that we got our electric bill today...and it was a tad steep. You know, just two bros turning off lights now. Gonna get our GREEN on! Please also make an effort. If you see a light on in our apartment, help us turn it off any way you can. We enjoy creative solutions.<br />
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Hour long subway rides to and from Harlem and customers with NEEDS need not get in the way of our prosperity and well-being! That is why we welcome all kinds of advice(s). Please feel free to submit your advice for critique.<br />
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For now...our dailys:<br />
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Daily Drink: The Ghostbuster<br />
Daily Activities: Working, werqing, turning off lights<br />
Daily Icon: Jenna Maroney, for her work in the play, film, and musical <i>The Rural Juror</i><br />
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We want you all to know that we are just two bros who want to give back to the world. In that vein, here is some advice for you:<br />
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"Whether or not you saw your shadow today, act as if every day is the start of spring."<br />
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(Alright, yeah! Okay!)<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Free Drinks,<br />
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TWO BROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-83802555013935935122013-02-01T12:21:00.000-08:002013-02-01T12:21:32.307-08:00INTRODUCING: JUST TWO BROSHELLO FEBRUARY!<br />
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Welcome to us! My name is Anthony. I'm a blonde graduate of Tisch School of the Arts. I love videogames, [2%] milk and cookies, and games of all kinds. I just got an iPhone, and my relationship with Siri can be described as "abusive." <br />
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My roommate is Remy. He's a brunette graduate of Tisch School of the Arts. When asked to describe himself, he said, "Me? Not Harry Potter." Remy also added, "2012 SUCKED for me, personally."<br />
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Remy and I are the SAME. HEIGHT. We both own the same pair of suspenders. We used to be mortal enemies. Fighting over a girl, as two bros do. We are Harry and Malfoy. We are Batman and Robin. We are Suspenders and Baby Anderson Cooper.<br />
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Today is a big day, as it starts the first day of what these two bros like to call: February.<br />
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To start the month, we say goodbye to our third roommate, Jasper, and his owner Chris. Jasper is a people pleaser, so we're pretty okay saying goodbye to that energy in our home. But otherwise, we're ready to delve into a deep depression of losing the unconditional love that comes with having a dog in the apartment.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3bVXAMYw40/UQwfAdbqa5I/AAAAAAAAABc/o4a1lBJaGqE/s1600/60939401177982389_bA7bFlsU_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3bVXAMYw40/UQwfAdbqa5I/AAAAAAAAABc/o4a1lBJaGqE/s200/60939401177982389_bA7bFlsU_b.jpg" width="140" /></a>"When are we going to watch that episode of RuPaul's Drag Race? We probably won't have time...since you became a MODEL."<br />
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Ah, yes. Thank you Remy! While Remy is currently married to LOST, and I'm just getting over my breakup with Downton Abbey...we decided to start a fling together with RuPaul's most recent season. We just need more catty bitchiness in our apartment. The red candle on our coffee table doesn't give us enough cattiness nor bitchiness...false advertising.<br />
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February, to me, is the worst. It's that extra, little, itty bitty month that extends winter for 28 days longer than you could ever want it. We RECLAIM this month. We will not be crushed under its petite calendar page. I just quit my job (now I only have two!), and Remy is on the verge of a new job, so we're both in the throes of change. 2013 can just GET READY for us!<br />
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We leave you now, but be ready for some SERIOUS LIFE HAPPENINGS in the coming 28 days.<br />
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Daily Snack: Cookie Dough<br />
Daily Activities: Dusting, Stomp Dancing, Snap Chatting<br />
Daily Icon: Anna Lucia, of LOST fame<br />
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"We miss you evely day, Anna Rucia." - Sun-Hwa Kwon<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Espressi,<br />
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TWO BROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526175050955368073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110599715727210433.post-5907763685337350742013-01-29T07:51:00.001-08:002013-01-29T07:51:18.012-08:00Something's coming... ;)Heyyy Bitchesss!!! Get ready for some FEBRUARY action!!!<br />
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Love, Bitches, and Poptarts,<br />
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