NYC apartments
..........No catchy rhyme intro, I'm low... (oh, shit! I did again!)
So, I'm in NYC. I accepted a summer internship with Backstage. Sordid details following...
I graduated from Buffalo State. This marks about 5 or 6 years for me on LiveJournal, not that anyone reads this anymore. I graduated but along the way, I got my heart broken by so many people, it's almost ridiculous to imagine how much hurt I experienced. I guess, you can say I'm jaded. My muse tells me today, after a few months of assuming, that he's got a boyfriend. The thing is, he wants me to move in. Now, I'm still planning on moving in but I feel so hideous, stupid and filled with blind rage. He's gorgeous, the boyfriend and he has enough masculinity that its not so obvious and they care about each other. But inside, I'm very bitter! He waits to tell me while we walk up stairs, tell me we are sharing a room beforehand, and to top it off, I like his boyfriend, dare I say it, better than him. Why? Well, because he's probably not as shady and as two-faced and as evil as his deception. I'm not mad. Yes, a bit jealous, but not so much as I had thought I'd be. He's PhD student, he's Blatino, very pretty with county bumpkin twang and swagger. But I can really make comparisons to him. Why would I? We're two different people and we're both very different types. He's the educated whiz kid and the artsy-fartsy sensitive type. How bad can you get? I'm mad at Hue... not because of the boyfriend, but the fact that he hid him from me and that I found out this way. I don't think we're the type of friends I thought we were. He admires my talent, nothing else. I admire his intelligence and cool. I'm moving in because I need a place to stay, we're familiar, and he's a good guy. Other than that, we're not going to be close. Not anymore. Jaded, yes. Hurt, kind of. Why? I need to start dating... like real dating. Like go-out-to-dinner dating. Like kiss and lay in bed and do nothing dating. Like... you know? I've spewed that bullshit a lot. I guess, I'll get myself together and maybe one day... for now, maybe I'll just whore out. Heart of stone, check. Tunnel-vision, check. Mean streak, double check. It's time to be a real asshole.
The apartment is beautiful, but I need a job? No occupation, no mula, no rent.
I'm probably going to come out to my parents soon. I need to do something with my life. After graduation, I feel Like I've been slipping into this ether of some kind. Maybe not that extreme, but I need a change. My cousin Tia, as mentioned in my last update, has moved in with her baby boy Jermaine. Grandma and her argue all of the time, so I am never there... or if I am, I'm sleeping or applying for jobs!
I'm going to apply to Hunter College's MFA program and maybe a few others! It's time to get serious about my shit. I am snob of the Arts! That's me...
Question of the day: What should I do about my current situation?
So, I'm in NYC. I accepted a summer internship with Backstage. Sordid details following...
I graduated from Buffalo State. This marks about 5 or 6 years for me on LiveJournal, not that anyone reads this anymore. I graduated but along the way, I got my heart broken by so many people, it's almost ridiculous to imagine how much hurt I experienced. I guess, you can say I'm jaded. My muse tells me today, after a few months of assuming, that he's got a boyfriend. The thing is, he wants me to move in. Now, I'm still planning on moving in but I feel so hideous, stupid and filled with blind rage. He's gorgeous, the boyfriend and he has enough masculinity that its not so obvious and they care about each other. But inside, I'm very bitter! He waits to tell me while we walk up stairs, tell me we are sharing a room beforehand, and to top it off, I like his boyfriend, dare I say it, better than him. Why? Well, because he's probably not as shady and as two-faced and as evil as his deception. I'm not mad. Yes, a bit jealous, but not so much as I had thought I'd be. He's PhD student, he's Blatino, very pretty with county bumpkin twang and swagger. But I can really make comparisons to him. Why would I? We're two different people and we're both very different types. He's the educated whiz kid and the artsy-fartsy sensitive type. How bad can you get? I'm mad at Hue... not because of the boyfriend, but the fact that he hid him from me and that I found out this way. I don't think we're the type of friends I thought we were. He admires my talent, nothing else. I admire his intelligence and cool. I'm moving in because I need a place to stay, we're familiar, and he's a good guy. Other than that, we're not going to be close. Not anymore. Jaded, yes. Hurt, kind of. Why? I need to start dating... like real dating. Like go-out-to-dinner dating. Like kiss and lay in bed and do nothing dating. Like... you know? I've spewed that bullshit a lot. I guess, I'll get myself together and maybe one day... for now, maybe I'll just whore out. Heart of stone, check. Tunnel-vision, check. Mean streak, double check. It's time to be a real asshole.
The apartment is beautiful, but I need a job? No occupation, no mula, no rent.
I'm probably going to come out to my parents soon. I need to do something with my life. After graduation, I feel Like I've been slipping into this ether of some kind. Maybe not that extreme, but I need a change. My cousin Tia, as mentioned in my last update, has moved in with her baby boy Jermaine. Grandma and her argue all of the time, so I am never there... or if I am, I'm sleeping or applying for jobs!
I'm going to apply to Hunter College's MFA program and maybe a few others! It's time to get serious about my shit. I am snob of the Arts! That's me...
Question of the day: What should I do about my current situation?