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A month of solitude is the best description of my “vacation” from Manhattan and my return to perdition, which takes form as a party manor in “the sticks”. Being that my best friends (the Sisterhood) leave at a fairly reasonable time to go back to college, I quickly find myself left with nothing but a Royal Engagement mug constantly filled with alcohol, a growing obsession for Joan Rivers, un-healthy amounts of HBO, and a wardrobe expanding to, what some may consider, an unnecessary size. To say the least, I hate being out here; it makes me contemplate everything I’m doing in life. Is this the right major, will I be happy with the path I have chosen in life, is it too late? I have way too much time to think, which is not a good thing for me considering I constantly need to be on the go. Like an addict I constantly get high, but from a busy day ranging from social events to just shopping 5th Avenue. Being constantly busy and preoccupied is something I need, without it I self dismantle. For some time now, I keep having this feeling that I’m suppose to be doing something great, that I’m suppose to be someone important in the future, but what If that’s just me being a typical American expecting to win big? Am I willing to accept that I might just end up working a job that pays the rent? I cannot even fathom the idea, to me, in life I just want to be relevant and inspire others. Not even change the World for the better, just be remembered for doing something. Whether it’s a diplomatic career, my writing, or what the hell, even a T.V personality, I just want to be as posh and mesmerizing as a Hollywood Star walking down the Red Carpet in that perfect outfit. The funny part is, I somewhat consider myself one now, but after a month in seclusion it’s easy to lose grasp of who you are, where you’re headed, and what your going to do to remain in your own happiness. The question of what is truly important to me has emerged and the thought of deciding what that is and the possibility of settling for less is very daunting. This has only fueled me to push through barriers and continue on to the next one and on to the next one, further and further until I reach my metaphorical perfect day on the Red Carpet. 
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Sorry everyone, but its official, there is only one more Royal Prince up for grabs. After eight years of dating and high speculation Ms. Kate Middleton aka Waity Katie and Prince William have finally announced their engagement and they have sealed the deal with none other than Princess Diana’s sapphire, diamond ring. The wedding of the century will most likely take place in the summer of next year and will be a strong contender in topping the infamous July 1981 wedding of Diana and Charles we all still have saved on a VHS tape. Leave it to England to give us fairy tale news while every marriage in Hollywood seems to be falling apart. It proves that there still can be happily ever after, and this will only drive the paparazzi and press insane. Good luck Kate, because this is where Diana started and things are only going to get crazier. And to my followers, don’t give up on the idea of marriage, the world might be full of assholes but there are a few Princes still out there and like Rihanna says, “they be falling like the rain so we ain’t running out.”
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There comes a time in one’s life when they decide to turn over a new leaf. But, like they say “old habits die hard.” Nice is a rip-off. Anne Boleyn lead from her heart and she got her head cut off, so her daughter Elizabeth swore never to marry a man, she married her country. You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you. Forget boys and trying to please others, keep your eye on the prize. Elizabeth the first never let a man define her and just like she took a vow I take mine before all of my followers. Until I reach a point of success I pledge not to engage in any relationships that will steer me into perilous Spain rather than prosperous England. You have to be cold to be Queen, let this be my electronic signature of my return to the throne as Queen Bitch. To those of you who still believe it pays to be nice, beware because you just might have your own Mary Queen of Scots eyeing your throne. It’s a cruel world; I wouldn’t want you losing your head. 
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A stein of beer in one hand, Eat Pray Love in the other, the Sisterhood holding my hair over the toilet, Florence + the Machine in the background, this has been one of the best summers of my life. I have gone from feeling like a depressed Katie Holmes to an A-list self satisfied Julia Roberts. Although every time I cross my legs a bit of dust shoots out or a cob web falls like a feather to the floor, I’ve realized that having dinner with friends and laughing til my stomach hurts has been my recipe for happiness and not engaging in sexual activities. Ew, I know thats just dry me talking. I blame it all on Eat Pray Love which has helped me on my path to dealing with myself and making what I want in life much more clearer. But trust me Raghib Is still here, I still love to bake a good old batch of hash brownies or dance like a drunk fool with Barmaid Ellen at a German Bar in NYC during the World Cup. With the dog days are over blasting on the radio and the Meat Packing District awaiting my arrival the party that is my life continues on to the next chapter with a toned and less-miserable me here I come, New York City: Part 2.  
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