Charissa Explains It All, Part 1

I've created a blog, because I definitely don't write enough, and definitely don't have the time for it, and probably will quit after my vacation from work is over. 


The name of my blog is pretty ironic. Normally when I tell people my name, Charissa, they respond by saying "like Clarissa Explains It All??" No assholes. My life is not even close to a nickelodeon show. But if that's what it takes for you folks to remember it, then sure, like Clarissa Explains It All. Ironically, I do explain it all. In a less PG-13 kind of way. So, welcome to my life! I hope it entertains you all as much as it entertains me!

A little bit about me....hmmm...I am 22, but feel at least 32. I'm a typical white girl, with an unfortunate big mouth. Sometimes it gets me in trouble. I'm a law student. I work for a firm handling sales and real estate legal matters, to the best of my ability, and listen to grown men complain about their wives all day. I have a fascination with ghosts, Egypt, books, and weird people.


I am also the Senior Market Editor for Front Row Monthly, which is ideally what I want to limit myself to! I've been in the fashion/entertainment business for pretty much my entire life. Worked as a model, actress, junior booking agent, and a few other things. For Front Row: I write articles, interview terrific people, grace the most fabulous events with my presence, meet rock stars and talk to disney studs on the phone, stay as up to date as possible with breaking fashion/arts and culture news! It's very exciting. I am pretty exciting as well. At least I like to think so. It's nice waking up having no idea what my day will bring.


It's currently Thanksgiving Break. This "break" was given to me involuntarily. I don't believe in "breaks" and this is why. I end up catching up with everything I've had to do and start doing pointless things like writing a blog, or beginning my 7th book, that has yet to even see a publisher. I work with 7 men. 7 men who hunt. So while they are off killing and feasting on animals during this wonderful season, I am stuck with 4 unnecessary days off.


Last night I....enjoyed white wine and appetizers with my roommate/slutwhore/friend, met up with a wonderful girl at Nakama. Enjoyed drinks with a group of Italian men  (One thought he was from the Jersey Shore, which was sweet),  almost knocked down a large mirror, traveled to Bossa Nova, which is pretty swell, enjoyed drinks (water at that point) and the company of a group of delightful jewish men, danced to Rihanna's "We Found Love", danced to Britney Spears' "Toxic", craved Chinese food, went home, ate Chinese food, bed.


Today I....woke up surprisingly not hungover, painted my nails, read a few chapters of a book that hasn't been released yet, organized my closet, partially overdosed on hydroxycut, went to the gym, finished an article, searched for models, talked to a friend, fought with my parents, watched a surprisingly decent Lindsay Lohan movie, finalized a few details for an event, sent a few emails, and now I am writing this blog. Useless.  


During my time off, I have learned a few valuable lessons:


A.) Never pre-game with white wine.
B.) Work as much as possible. 
C.) Sometimes your promiscuous roommate has great life advice. 
D.) If a man asks me what my father does for a living, he is probably not the man for me.
E.) Dancing is a great escape. Psychologically, and physically. 
F.) It is possible to sleep for 17 hours straight. I did it yesterday. 
G.) Black Friday may very well be overrated. 
H.) No matter where you are, you can always, always put everything on Mike's Tab. Poor Guy.
I.) Bathroom Holders are very useful and worthy of tips. She saved me 7 years bad luck when I slipped into a full size mirror. 


Overall, my first 4 days off have been productive. I finished a ton of articles that I have been sitting on, and began and finished my Christmas shopping.  But now I am bored. So I am asking, if I am employed by you, please give me something to do to amuse myself for the next 2 days. Otherwise you are forced to read my "blog". 


Love Always,


Charissa