My computer is sick.
Dear Computer,
Why are you so sick? I have a virus of sorts so the "post" buttons dissapear and I can't post anything... so I'm posting on Anna's computer... eating sundried tomato break with Anna, Kaitlin & Dana.
I went to New York over the weekend! It was really awesome. All I wanted to do is go to CBGBs/Bleecker street and ride the ferris wheel in the hunge Toys R Us...going to Toys R Us made me want to work there again, well, at my home.. but then I have to remember that I don't have a big 4 story ferris wheel, Candy Land, and a robotic dinosaur at mine. Just weird soccer moms and a mean boss who laughs at me when I'm cold. *Hangs head. Oh well. I didn't get to ride the ferris wheel because we didn't have enough time because of the long line and lots of little kids, but it was ok, it was awesome just to walk through it. Bleecker street was really cool. Although it is was VERY evident I was the only one interested, I was so happy I was there. I was feeling very detached though. I kept thinking... "wow, it would be so neat to have been a punk in the 70s, I was born too late. There's no point now- but it would've been cool. I want to open a record store. Like this one. Yeah, that would be perfect. People actually live here and go shopping here, that's amazing. I want to open a shop that would make someone think the way I'm thinking... I want to dye my hair again... I want to stand next to the Bleecker street sign and be a Ramone. I wish I was alive when the Ramones were PLAYING at CBGBs...yeah..." Then I looked back and everyone looked miserable and wet and bored. It's so weird, I have this passion for the past... I would be so focused and passionate if I lived in a time or place that allowed me to be...or be around what makes me passionate. Dirty small clubs make me feel passionate. Free show flyer bins make me feel inspired. 99 cent local band bins make me excited. I think it's so odd how I was so worked up and in awe of my surroundings when everyone else basically thought it was a shit hole. They had records. Lots of records. Amazing records... Melissa bought a Silver Jews record... I want to buy records instead of CDs now (just rip CDs into my computer). How trendy would that be?? In short, I want to be out on my own in my element. I wish I could go back there and just sit on that metal stair in the record store and dig through that show flyer been. Just sit there and watch all the people come in, and think that maybe I will actually open one of my own one day. Not in New York, because New York shouldn't hog all the cool record stores. Yeah.
I left New York wanting to explore all the things I've ever dreamt of being. Just not in New York. I couldn't imagine living there.
It was tons of fun though. I really liked walking in central park, and screaming out the windows... eating huge 9 dollar cheesecake. I wish I could've had more time. I was so glad I was with who I was with though, it was great fun.
Patrick said he's going to take me back this summer. We will stand like the Ramones next to the Bleecker street sign, and he'll let me look through the flyer box. He said, quote, that he is determined to make me have the happiest life out of anyone in the whole world. He promises me all day Bleecker street, a show at CBGBs, and dinner at Jeckel and Hyde.
I can't wait to be out of college. I can't wait to be with Patrick. I can't wait to have an apartment.
Why are you so sick? I have a virus of sorts so the "post" buttons dissapear and I can't post anything... so I'm posting on Anna's computer... eating sundried tomato break with Anna, Kaitlin & Dana.
I went to New York over the weekend! It was really awesome. All I wanted to do is go to CBGBs/Bleecker street and ride the ferris wheel in the hunge Toys R Us...going to Toys R Us made me want to work there again, well, at my home.. but then I have to remember that I don't have a big 4 story ferris wheel, Candy Land, and a robotic dinosaur at mine. Just weird soccer moms and a mean boss who laughs at me when I'm cold. *Hangs head. Oh well. I didn't get to ride the ferris wheel because we didn't have enough time because of the long line and lots of little kids, but it was ok, it was awesome just to walk through it. Bleecker street was really cool. Although it is was VERY evident I was the only one interested, I was so happy I was there. I was feeling very detached though. I kept thinking... "wow, it would be so neat to have been a punk in the 70s, I was born too late. There's no point now- but it would've been cool. I want to open a record store. Like this one. Yeah, that would be perfect. People actually live here and go shopping here, that's amazing. I want to open a shop that would make someone think the way I'm thinking... I want to dye my hair again... I want to stand next to the Bleecker street sign and be a Ramone. I wish I was alive when the Ramones were PLAYING at CBGBs...yeah..." Then I looked back and everyone looked miserable and wet and bored. It's so weird, I have this passion for the past... I would be so focused and passionate if I lived in a time or place that allowed me to be...or be around what makes me passionate. Dirty small clubs make me feel passionate. Free show flyer bins make me feel inspired. 99 cent local band bins make me excited. I think it's so odd how I was so worked up and in awe of my surroundings when everyone else basically thought it was a shit hole. They had records. Lots of records. Amazing records... Melissa bought a Silver Jews record... I want to buy records instead of CDs now (just rip CDs into my computer). How trendy would that be?? In short, I want to be out on my own in my element. I wish I could go back there and just sit on that metal stair in the record store and dig through that show flyer been. Just sit there and watch all the people come in, and think that maybe I will actually open one of my own one day. Not in New York, because New York shouldn't hog all the cool record stores. Yeah.
I left New York wanting to explore all the things I've ever dreamt of being. Just not in New York. I couldn't imagine living there.
It was tons of fun though. I really liked walking in central park, and screaming out the windows... eating huge 9 dollar cheesecake. I wish I could've had more time. I was so glad I was with who I was with though, it was great fun.
Patrick said he's going to take me back this summer. We will stand like the Ramones next to the Bleecker street sign, and he'll let me look through the flyer box. He said, quote, that he is determined to make me have the happiest life out of anyone in the whole world. He promises me all day Bleecker street, a show at CBGBs, and dinner at Jeckel and Hyde.
I can't wait to be out of college. I can't wait to be with Patrick. I can't wait to have an apartment.