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So I've finally kind of figured out some sort of...plan
if that's even what this is called
Decided if I don't get into University of the Arts I plan on
attending the community college of Philadelphia and then
doing the duel admissions program.
I'm contemplating philosophy, women's studies, media studies,
journalism and basically everything else under the sun.
My two important professors have both backed me on my
decisions which makes me so happy and much more relaxed.
Both basically stated how they started off in completely different
places and that you never know how things are going to go
until you try. Therefore, they both said they're happy to see
me trying, and that I will be fine.
Yeah I probably should've tried a bit hard in highschool
(although according to my grades senior year, the drugs helped
me get basically As and Bs, where as in other years I did quite
poorly and was sober...but oh well) and probably could've been
more focused...but then again that's not really me. I'm never
really focused unless something really intrigues me. I just
can't force myself, it feels weird to do that.
I want to find something that makes me happy, very very happy and
keeps me interested. I think that's why I'm leaning towards
Philosophy and Media studies you could say.
I want to continue with my photography and hopefully work harder
at trying to perfect my shots. I'm not too happy with my shots
from the other day (bah) but it really only made me want to
try harder so I guess that's a plus. I'm hoping to also find some
places in Philadelphia that would like to use my work, which would
totally be a plus. And I need to find the things listed below:
:healer:
:vet:
:dance studio:
:doctor:<---then again why would I want to give up my doctor I've had
since I was 2.
:dentist:
:physical therapist:
and trust me the list goes on. I'm pretty much set now I'm moving,
not in the sense that I'm ready, but I'm feeling a bit more sorted.
Although I don't have a place to live yet. But soon, I think.
Graham told me yesterday that Mitch has a beta fish for me and I'm
ecstatic. Trust me on that. I can't wait to have a small fish to
talk to, he'll be my first friend. I know you may all think I'm crazy for that
reason, but I miss my turtles and my rats and for now I just need a
friend who's theraputic as well.
However,
I'm not looking forward to saying goodbye to a few people of new york city.
it's going to be so strange not knowing anyone, at all. I mean sure
I have a few friends here and there in Philadelphia, but I'm definitely nervous.
No more bar tenders, no more bar owners, local store owners, art museum friends,
friends from highschool, friends from New School/Parsons(and you all know
who you are), no more wpub friends, and the list goes on. And no more hot
neighbor named Johnny X. That sucks too. I still can't believe I lived in
Chinatown first (nyu dorms), then midtown (44th and 2nd, HOW IN THE HELL did that
happen?!?) and now goodbye lower east side. It's not that I'm worried about
loosing friends, I know myself and I'm great at keeping in touch with people.
It's more just getting used to a completely new and different city. Everyone
walks slower, talks slower, there's only 2 lines or something I believe on the metro
(which seems really much more complicated to me and that's only cause the city's
public transit makes perfect sense to me), trees, no one really seems to have
dogs, people don't take there dogs into stores or anything of that sort,
the city shuts down at 2am, and I'm still totally confused about what the hell
old city, center city and all that jazz is.
I'm going to miss being able to knock on my wall and talk to my roommate, I'm going to miss my nest "upstairs" aka my ladder to my loft, trying to figure out why in god's name the people upstairs
are spending their life moving furniture at all hours, smoking on our fire escape,
having Buffy nights and watching the lamest movies ever made (see "Sleepover" 2004, fascinating),
running around like chickens with their heads chopped off at approx. 2am looking for
a place to go out to, getting home at 6am and starting the day off at 2pm,
having a job where I don't have to be there till 1pm cause that's when it opens,
dumpling man...that's just...amazing, random celebrities that you want to talk to but
don't or if you're like me you happen to physically injure them on some level (ask for examples,
I have a million), and of course, everything that's ever happened here. I mean come on,
from meeting Dream, getting in a fight with a huge fat woman, being pierced cause
it totally turned on the guy who called me scandelous and
couldn't stop kissing me whenever I passed by, being escorted through
redhook in an ambulance after seeing Ambulance LTD, working at Bang On! and meeting Eric and Veronica and basically having a VERY easy job, I worked at a holistic pet store for fuck sakes. And
Astralwerks...that's been awesome. And luck.
Meeting Neil and Mike at the pizza place,
finding out Johnny X was our neighbor, the Souls coming to our party, our parties being
SO chaotic, the nights of being very very VERY fucked up where I managed to stumble home with Lia
and we always ALWAYS took care of each other, the UCB and spending
2 weeks of the past summer completely
drunk and still always laughing about it the next day, meeting the french kicks, the staten island
ferry, every Halloween here, the Black out (how did that take us like... forever to figure out
that something was going on considering the helicopters and the traffic)
It all just isn't easily forgotten.
Lia...I narrow it all back down to you. You who decided with me to move to new york city. What the fuck were we thinking? What the fuck were we thinking after the summer we practically spent living in West Windsor? and Harlem?! I love that your car was broken into at Villanova and not Harlem. The nights of driving with you, what about the sketchy night we pulled over and did lines together off of a U2 album and put on David Bowie huh, what about THAT night! I seriously was about to freak out when your
credit card wasn't working and we had to wait. ah! And all of our boy troubles...that honestly sucked. Drama, drama, drama. And 3rd Eye Blind has that special spot for Time Square. or White Houses and Ruby Road from Boston.
man oh man, it all comes back to you and me and our decision to fuck it all, move to
new york fuckin' city and conquer.
And we did. We did something we said we would.
Crazy. Us. with no determination but to live. Yep, we did something productive.
ha...even I laugh at that.
Fraggle.
:)
So what about philadelphia? who knows. Something new I suppose. And
yeah, I'm looking forward to it you could say.
Canada is a bit more figured out,
Learned my medicine causes headaches(bah)
Finals are coming up (Cross your fingers for math and me!)
Recieved such a warm hug this morning
See my mum on Thursday
And get to finally curl up next to
my favorite person later that day.
I'm feeling...more settled. For now. I believe this is a good thing.
I have a plan! my ducks in a row! Baby steps!
I need a nap.
xoxo
p.s.Your body's a dream that turns violent, and that's the way I like it -Ben Lee
p.p.s. kids are funny looking.
if that's even what this is called
Decided if I don't get into University of the Arts I plan on
attending the community college of Philadelphia and then
doing the duel admissions program.
I'm contemplating philosophy, women's studies, media studies,
journalism and basically everything else under the sun.
My two important professors have both backed me on my
decisions which makes me so happy and much more relaxed.
Both basically stated how they started off in completely different
places and that you never know how things are going to go
until you try. Therefore, they both said they're happy to see
me trying, and that I will be fine.
Yeah I probably should've tried a bit hard in highschool
(although according to my grades senior year, the drugs helped
me get basically As and Bs, where as in other years I did quite
poorly and was sober...but oh well) and probably could've been
more focused...but then again that's not really me. I'm never
really focused unless something really intrigues me. I just
can't force myself, it feels weird to do that.
I want to find something that makes me happy, very very happy and
keeps me interested. I think that's why I'm leaning towards
Philosophy and Media studies you could say.
I want to continue with my photography and hopefully work harder
at trying to perfect my shots. I'm not too happy with my shots
from the other day (bah) but it really only made me want to
try harder so I guess that's a plus. I'm hoping to also find some
places in Philadelphia that would like to use my work, which would
totally be a plus. And I need to find the things listed below:
:healer:
:vet:
:dance studio:
:doctor:<---then again why would I want to give up my doctor I've had
since I was 2.
:dentist:
:physical therapist:
and trust me the list goes on. I'm pretty much set now I'm moving,
not in the sense that I'm ready, but I'm feeling a bit more sorted.
Although I don't have a place to live yet. But soon, I think.
Graham told me yesterday that Mitch has a beta fish for me and I'm
ecstatic. Trust me on that. I can't wait to have a small fish to
talk to, he'll be my first friend. I know you may all think I'm crazy for that
reason, but I miss my turtles and my rats and for now I just need a
friend who's theraputic as well.
However,
I'm not looking forward to saying goodbye to a few people of new york city.
it's going to be so strange not knowing anyone, at all. I mean sure
I have a few friends here and there in Philadelphia, but I'm definitely nervous.
No more bar tenders, no more bar owners, local store owners, art museum friends,
friends from highschool, friends from New School/Parsons(and you all know
who you are), no more wpub friends, and the list goes on. And no more hot
neighbor named Johnny X. That sucks too. I still can't believe I lived in
Chinatown first (nyu dorms), then midtown (44th and 2nd, HOW IN THE HELL did that
happen?!?) and now goodbye lower east side. It's not that I'm worried about
loosing friends, I know myself and I'm great at keeping in touch with people.
It's more just getting used to a completely new and different city. Everyone
walks slower, talks slower, there's only 2 lines or something I believe on the metro
(which seems really much more complicated to me and that's only cause the city's
public transit makes perfect sense to me), trees, no one really seems to have
dogs, people don't take there dogs into stores or anything of that sort,
the city shuts down at 2am, and I'm still totally confused about what the hell
old city, center city and all that jazz is.
I'm going to miss being able to knock on my wall and talk to my roommate, I'm going to miss my nest "upstairs" aka my ladder to my loft, trying to figure out why in god's name the people upstairs
are spending their life moving furniture at all hours, smoking on our fire escape,
having Buffy nights and watching the lamest movies ever made (see "Sleepover" 2004, fascinating),
running around like chickens with their heads chopped off at approx. 2am looking for
a place to go out to, getting home at 6am and starting the day off at 2pm,
having a job where I don't have to be there till 1pm cause that's when it opens,
dumpling man...that's just...amazing, random celebrities that you want to talk to but
don't or if you're like me you happen to physically injure them on some level (ask for examples,
I have a million), and of course, everything that's ever happened here. I mean come on,
from meeting Dream, getting in a fight with a huge fat woman, being pierced cause
it totally turned on the guy who called me scandelous and
couldn't stop kissing me whenever I passed by, being escorted through
redhook in an ambulance after seeing Ambulance LTD, working at Bang On! and meeting Eric and Veronica and basically having a VERY easy job, I worked at a holistic pet store for fuck sakes. And
Astralwerks...that's been awesome. And luck.
Meeting Neil and Mike at the pizza place,
finding out Johnny X was our neighbor, the Souls coming to our party, our parties being
SO chaotic, the nights of being very very VERY fucked up where I managed to stumble home with Lia
and we always ALWAYS took care of each other, the UCB and spending
2 weeks of the past summer completely
drunk and still always laughing about it the next day, meeting the french kicks, the staten island
ferry, every Halloween here, the Black out (how did that take us like... forever to figure out
that something was going on considering the helicopters and the traffic)
It all just isn't easily forgotten.
Lia...I narrow it all back down to you. You who decided with me to move to new york city. What the fuck were we thinking? What the fuck were we thinking after the summer we practically spent living in West Windsor? and Harlem?! I love that your car was broken into at Villanova and not Harlem. The nights of driving with you, what about the sketchy night we pulled over and did lines together off of a U2 album and put on David Bowie huh, what about THAT night! I seriously was about to freak out when your
credit card wasn't working and we had to wait. ah! And all of our boy troubles...that honestly sucked. Drama, drama, drama. And 3rd Eye Blind has that special spot for Time Square. or White Houses and Ruby Road from Boston.
man oh man, it all comes back to you and me and our decision to fuck it all, move to
new york fuckin' city and conquer.
And we did. We did something we said we would.
Crazy. Us. with no determination but to live. Yep, we did something productive.
ha...even I laugh at that.
Fraggle.
:)
So what about philadelphia? who knows. Something new I suppose. And
yeah, I'm looking forward to it you could say.
Canada is a bit more figured out,
Learned my medicine causes headaches(bah)
Finals are coming up (Cross your fingers for math and me!)
Recieved such a warm hug this morning
See my mum on Thursday
And get to finally curl up next to
my favorite person later that day.
I'm feeling...more settled. For now. I believe this is a good thing.
I have a plan! my ducks in a row! Baby steps!
I need a nap.
xoxo
p.s.Your body's a dream that turns violent, and that's the way I like it -Ben Lee
p.p.s. kids are funny looking.