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Francesca Here- This is officially my 2nd blog site I've used, and I figured since my entire life has just changed that it might be a bit more interesting to blog about my new life in NYC. It's so different here. I think the strangest part is submerging myself in it. Playing the music I love in my room, putting all my clothes in unfamiliar drawers, putting up my posters from home on foreign walls. It is all mine, I know, but it's still strange to see myself here. I'm the girl who sits in a passenger seat feeding off everyone for rides, right? Oh no, now I'm the independent girl who walks from place to place, who rides a subway or hails a cab (which I've only done once in a month thank you very much) and it is different- but certainly not bad. I'm really in this place right now of being Torn. I'm such a small fish in a gigantic sea. I must say I'm super proud of myself, because I can officially maneuver myself from street to ave, etc without freaking out about where I am. I have given multiple customers at work directions! Damn straight! And yesterday I found this bistro my uncle and I met at for lunch. I really miss home sometimes, natural I know, but it's so strange to think of everyone back there now. I miss Adam, I miss my family, I miss so many friends- friends I didn't even realize I had until I left. But stepping away I truly am "in it" right now. This is the experience I will be talking about when I'm 60 looking back to everything I did in my life. So funny to reflect back on this year...wow... what a year indeed. Very different for me.
Ahhh I feel like I have so much to say, but I have no clue how or where to put all my thoughts. So, they might be a bit scattered. Essentially this past summer (looking back) was my wild summer: Warped Tour farmers tan, Adam broke up with me, Grease happened, then my experience with Justin and the people I met through that, then getting back together with Adam, taking hearts/breaking hearts; and all with the thought in the back of head that it would all soon come to a screetching hault. Then it happened goodbye dinners, goodbye letters, last days, packing, shipping, tears, fights, thoughts, nerves and one plane ride, one hotel stay later... Here I am. I reside in a teeny tiny apartment 420 room thankfully connected to a bathroom also nicknamed "the gas chamber" in the upper west side of Manhatten, New York. Everyday I walk past one of the most gorgeous performing arts centers in the world : Lincoln Center. ACTUALLY CORRECTION: I walk through Lincoln Center everyday. Through the constant drizzle, rare sunshine and chilly temperatures bundled up ipod equipt Francesca prances through New York City. I attend AMDA (The American Musical&Dramatic Academy NY) and may I please just address this briefly:
I love AMDA. Why are there so many haters?!
If graduates aren't getting work post- AMDA it is because they are not good enough. period. Let me just speak from experience and observation: If one lacks the talent to survive in the industry, there is only so much and one or huge group of individuals can do for you. You get what you put in and I can now speak honestly and say that at AMDA they give you the tools you need. How do I know? Well, lets see ... all of my dance instructors have been in multiple broadway productions, they direct, they produce. My musical theatre instructor was in 2 sondheim original casts, along with tons of other huge accomplishments in the theatrical circle. My acting instructor auditions and gets callbacks everyday. The list goes on folks... think about this... I think these people MIGHT know what they are talking about since they have all been there, done that. I have never been so challenged in my life. I'm so proud of my decision to attend AMDA it's not even funny. If I'm ever to suceed I KNOW AMDA is the place to give me all the tools I need.
So, now that I have briefly touched upon that... let me move on...
New York is an insane place I have noticed a few things I would love to list (as this grows I'll add on in future posts) :

• Here in NYC they serve a pickle WITH EVERYTHING. Pasta? Oh, heres a pickle. Soup? Hey! have a pickle! Pizza? Yes, thats a pickle there... and the food goes on!
• Apparently Bernadette Peters likes pinkberry; she has been sited several times at the one right down the st.
• EVERYONE has a small dog. And of course it doesn't stop there...they take these small (extra cute) creatures and give them wardrobes. Boots, sweaters, frayed collars. Yes, its quite interesting. I step in their pee everyday..
• When I walk I picture X raying everyones bag searching for their deoderant that I hope and pray they all have. Cause we SWEAT!
• Jay walking is in fact, LEGAL here.
• Everyone has a blackberry (I'm saving up for one as week speak baha!) Really though, EVERYONE.
  
• It is 30 degrees and theres an ice cream truck on every corner.
• Instead of day workers here we have horny construction workers who LOVE to use Brittney and I's now trademarked phrase: "How YOU doin?"
  

I think I covered a lot of the major observations here thus far, but like I said I will be updating as things come my way.

Well, I think this was a decent first post. This week has been insane, and I haven't rehearsed NEARLY as much as I should have, but there is that little thing called sleep which we AMDA students do treasure. All I have to say is : DAMN STARBUCKS. This weekend should be purty good- sleeping in, a broadway (student rush priced - thats right BITCHS-) show and work. Good times. I'm already diggin this blog thing...then again...I took like 30 minutes (which I rarely have) to type this, but we shall see.

Good day! The wind is blowing really loud outside :( I had to buy a new umbrella cause my purple one kept inverting.