Today is one of those days. I think "Ah, I have nothing to write about." And then strangers walk up and give me plenty to say.
First of all, I love winter. I never knew it, but I can't get enough of the cold weather. I'm a bit sad when people tell me there are only a few weeks left, because I haven't even gotten to use my new snowboots yet. And I also don't have any spring clothes yet.
Second, my mom mailed me my Phoenix swimming suit. Yeah. Obviously, I didn't bring it with me for winter in NYC. But some of the apartments here have indoor swimming pools and my friend has one. Soooo weird. Of course, there is no way to get any sun, so that might be a bit scary.
I had waaay too much caffeine today. I have been working for thirteen hours, but it's one of those days I don't feel like it's work. I'm just writing stuff, or googling or whatever. That is a good day.
I've decided to not be scared of anything anymore. And the things I am still scared of, to just ignore. Or at the very least, just do despite being terrified. Why not? But we'll see if I change my mind. :)
Starbucks has a Skinny Latte. It reminds me of the Skinny Cow commercials and that makes me laugh. I ordered one because I like how it sounds like it will make me skinny like the cow (sideways) if I drink it.
I have enormous bags under my eyes today and look like crap. Yet, days like this I get hit on. When I actually wear eye-liner and what not I essentially blend into the brick walls. But give me some sleep deprivation and suddenly I'm the cat's meow.
This morning as I was wandering 14th street looking for a post office some guy is like "You're beautiful." My first reaction was to assume he was homeless. He wasn't and looked fairly clean, but I still assume that people are looking for change or have some sort of scam or whatever, so I just kept walking.
Then, I'm sitting here -- and the eye bags have of course increased from working all day -- and as I was typing this, some 20 year old hipster kid came over and his pierced punk friend said his friend liked me. He's like "I think you're beautiful." I said "I'm way too old for you. How old are you?" He said 20. After a brief stint of trying to convince me he liked older women, I finally convinced him and he left. Then he returned and begged me to check his email. I let him because I felt bad rejecting him. He totally used me for my computer! I should have known better.
So there he is leaning over to check his myspace page -- Darren The Psycho (or something like that). He had this comment from his ex's best friend saying that Darlene really loved him and that she knows he beat her, but she beat him back so it's okay. And he's reading this all out loud, as he tries to tell me to not read it. I'm like "It's my computer, uh too bad." Strange. I need to stop being so trusting with hipsters.
Oh gosh. Then some drunk guy sat down and started asking me what I was working on. There must be a bar close by. I was polite for about twenty seconds and then had to ask him to leave about five times and had to point to another table for him to go sit at.
Then he starts talking to a stranger and saying "Oh, you went to the parade? Julie was just asking me about the parade." And he keeps making up all this other stuff that I supposedly said. I hear him saying "Oh and Julie said...blah blah" and they're looking over like its true. Then he's like "Well, I'll leave you two to talk then" and drunken guy leaves me with this other stranger who then comes over and shakes my hand, as if I'm friends with Mr. Drunk Guy. This older laywer guy and I'm laughing now, because this is just ridiculous.
It's not my fault. I've been sitting here for an hour and haven't even started my press release. I have BAGS under my EYES!! I'm old!! I'm wearing a non-cute outfit and fairly ugly boots. Geez. These people must all be drunk.
So, I made a list in my mind of the most fun things I’ve done here so far, because it’s much more fun to make a happy list like that, versus ranting and raving about crappy stuff, right? And there is a lot of good stuff here, I must say.
Most fun stuff so far:
Wandering around central park for the first time after I got here
Meeting random peeps in the hostel
Figuring out how to dine alone those first few weeks without bursting into tears!
Ice skating at Rockefeller center
Going to oodles of really fun bars and lounges in the East Village, Union Square, Soho, Upper West and East Sides, etc – I just wish I had written down the names.
Salsa dancing with my new salsa friend! We’ve gone to four places so far, enough time for me to figure out “on-two.” We won’t rest until we’ve experienced the entire New York salsa scene.
My only fear is in experiencing everything here and becoming bored. But I guess there could be worse things in life.
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