So I spent the weekend in NYC and I have to say I haven't had that much fun in a while. I don't know if it was reuniting with old friends, frolicking through the cold, busy streets, or the fact that I was like TWO FEET AWAY FROM TIM GUNN, but regardless...it was truly amazing and what I needed.

Goals Accomplished this weekend:

1. Got into the tents at Bryant Park during fashion week (This was number one on things I wanted to do in life)

2. Saw Tim Gunn up close and personal (he is my life coach, he just doesn't know this yet)

3. Bought myself a Marc Jacobs promise ring to remind me of NYC everyday (I feel like Marc Jacobs is the man version of NYC)

Goals set:

1. Next fashion week I want to be photographed for "street style" (Not to self, work on outlandishly fabulous outfit)

I'm so at peace right now and so exhausted. More when I catch up on my Z's and rejuvenate.

BUT...one more time for the cheap seats: I saw Tim Gunn. We were breathing the same air.

I had the worst dream, or nightmare, last night when at the moment when I opened my eyes had me thinking, "I never want to move to New York." Isn't that terrible?

My dream was that I ended up driving my car into the city (one of my worst fears), but it was easier than I imagined, so I parked, not realizing we were borderline in a bad "hood". So as we were walking to the theater, these two creepy men were walking towards us, so I immediately suggested me walk the other way. Before I knew it, one of the creepy men had his arm around me, showing me his knife.

He made me hand over my brand new Marc Jacobs purse I got for my birthday (true story) that had my car keys, my camera that I got for my birthday (true story), my wallet, and other irreplaceable things. The rest of the dream consisted of me canceling my cards only to find out the creep had spent all of my hard earned dough and I couldn't get it back, and calling police.

Then I couldn't find my car for a while and ended up playing in this gorgeous backyard of this dude I went to high school with, chugging electric lemonade to avoid all the people I graduated high school with.

WELCOME TO MY BRAIN READERS, WELCOME TO MY BRAIN.

So this blizzard wasn't as by as the one two days ago. But as I was shoveling the HEAVY snow off of my car, I couldn't help but think, "I wish I was in NYC and only had to worry about how I was getting to the subway, :::sigh:::." And as I sat on twitter watching every fashion/media outlet exclaim their sadness over the loss of Alexander McQueen...in a mere hour, the sadness faded into the next "huge" topic to come out of fashion week.

I can't stop from thinking about McQueen though. So much success, so much fame, so beloved by the ones that surrounded him. To have the ability to TRULY make a statement, and he ended his life. It makes me want to learn more about his life, where he came from, how he got into fashion.

I guess people always are so busy rising to the top that they rarely think about what happens when you get there...scary.

RIP Alexander McQueen

As a woman trying to make it in the fashion industry, I just feel the need to pay homage to one of the greats that we unfortunately lost today. Alexander McQueen was an inspiration and gift to the fashion industry. It takes a lot to jolt NYC Fashion week, but it just will never be the same.

McQueen allowed us to think futuristically theatrical when it came to fashion.

There truly are no words. RIP to one of the greats...you have no idea the gap that is now left in the fashion industry.

Whelp folks, there is officially almost 4 feet of snow on the ground in Philly. I suppose you could call this a "snow day" but I still found myself working a straight 8 hrs from home...in my pjs, in my bed, looking like a hot mess, and loving it. I find myself to be much more profitable when in such conditions. And times like these when I need to concentrate, take conference calls, and crank out thousands of pounds of work, I have to THANK Steve Jobs for Itunes...thank you for allowing me to block out the insane world I live in.

So I have officially started to apply for jobs in NYC. I forgot how frustratingly annoying it is to send your cover letter and resume to this email address not even knowing if it is legit only to wait wait wait to NEVER hear back. I swear to God the day I get a response back, I will probably pee my pants.

I have a lot more applying to do, I need it to become like a nervous itch. In the meantime, I can't stop over indulging in EVERYTHING because of this snow maddess. :::Clearing my throat::: Fucking blizzards STOP COMING!

28.5 inches of snow...and almost 48 hours later I feel like I am losing my damn mind. The thought of digging my car out infuriates me, but at the same time sitting in this house listening to the same stagnant voices echo throughout the walls makes me a tad more violent.

Times like these I wish I frequented public transportation more often...

I wanted to make my way to some bookstore, plant myself, and start feverishly applying away to jobs, but it looks like I'm still stuck in my version of hell. I've decided to make my own Barnes and Noble though in my room. Pour myself a cup of coffee, get a scone, listen to artsy music and fire away.

If only my room was sound proof...this is an SOS.

So...snowed in...day one. As I type, there is already about a foot or so of snow on the ground. Meaning without a doubt I will be stuck in this house for another solid 24 hours.

I'm going to take the high road on this one and use this as a sign that I have no where to go, no one to talk to, and nothing to distract me from applying to EVERY job in NYC that I can.

I wonder if it is snowing in NYC...