Oy, so much to say...

Jul 05, 2004 22:35

Damn it's been a while since I last updated and there have been so many things happening everyday.

First, Carol's party- so much fun. Had some issues with people and for awhile it was kinda awkward... but I've gotten past it... for the most part. The next day at her cousin's engagement party I had a great argument with Chris' brother EJ about politics... that was fun.

Next, I survived the crazy ass sub hours at the Y, 5 5:00 am shifts... that killed me. I had my 24oz of wawa coffee but really, it wasn't enough by the 5th day. 4 of the 5 days I worked from 4:45am- 9:30am, went home, came back and worked from 2:00- 8:00pm. Those days weren't fun! I really need more hours like that tho, I need the money. Hey, anybody want to buy a pint of my blood??????

I think everything was alright tho this past weekend. Mathilde (one of my teachers from French Camp) was doing the youth hostel thing in NYC for the week. I took Septa and NJ Transit up to visit her. We took the Subway out to Coney Island, ate on the beach, bought a t-shirt, spoke french ALLLL day... it was a wonderful time. You know, I've never felt so disgusted to be an American... while I was with her we talked about typical sterotypes of Americans, you know, they're fat, ignorant of anything going on outside of the country... we looked to disprove those but somehow the epitimy of whichever stereotype we were trying to disprove apperared right in front of us. Every time. I swear to God I never want to eat again. I want to be skinny so that I'm not one of those gross americans who eat eat eat and eat more!!!!!!!

After I spent the day with Mathilde, I took the Long Island Rail Road out to stay with my brother's best friend and his wife and kid. They live a block off the beach and 2 blocks off the inlet at Long Beach. I tried my hand at swimming in the Ocean for the first time in my life. I had so much fun, it was incredible. For the record my 5th time to the shore and my first time there in a bathing suit was wonderful!! I never understood what the big deal was with going to the shore, and I can't say that I'm willing to be a beach bum quite yet, but really, it was relaxing, body surfing was fun, so was hopping waves. I guess I stayed there a little too long, and I also underestimated that waterproof sun tan lotion doesn't stay on as long in the ocean... I look like a big red something. Kinda like the blueberry girl in Willy Wonka, except that, in RED. Not pink, not tan, bright red, and in pain. Oh well, I guess I learned. I'm planning to go up there again because it was so much fun and I think I want to go to a beach again before leaving. I know Chicago probably won't happen so why not NYC, I need my big cities too.

The ride home from Long Beach was interesting. I took a later train than I really should have, got into Penn Station too late for the train I really wanted. I waited for about 30 min then I took an express train to Trenton... what a crew. 2 seats ahead of me I had a mother with anger management problems. She literally beat her children with a newspaper she had. I've never heard a smack that hard. The poor child, although acting like a total shit and really deserving a good disiplining didn't deserve the beating he got from his mom. I swear the police would have arrested her if they saw half of what I did. Behind me I had this guy who was harassing a group of 5 Indian men. Now part of what he said I could agree with he was about to have a beatdown with those men. Luckily, before anything erruped the Indians moved to a different car. I just had psycho man sitting behind me mumbling to himself. Next came SEPTA... I had to stand 45 min on the platform before the train left. Waiting with me (oh at this point it was about sundown and getting dark quickly.... so it was getting shady) were the family with the irate mother, an italian couple who didn't speak English well and didn't know where they were going, 2 creepy Mexicans staring at my breasts and checking me out, A lebanese family with only hte mother and a bunch of kids, some creepy red neck, 2 men who one of which was Portugese was carrying a chandelier for an Egyptian man who was returning home from JFK airport and a trip to Egypt. I got to 30th Street without too many problems, the motley crew I was around on the platform was kinda quiet, they were just enough to make one uncomfortable.

At 30th Street I went to the r5 platform so I could head home but the next train was 50 minutes out. So I stood and waited with the Egyptian man. He was kinda lost but he was going to Lansdale too which I found kinda weird, I mean he had been on the same train wiht me from Penn Station all the way home. He needed help so I helped him get his ticket and then we started talking. He's a Christian from Egypt and started talking about how the country went down when the Muslims took control and all the violence that happend afterwards. He talked about how men may take 4 wives and how Egyptian Christians are the only blessed people in the Bible... I can't say that I was in agreement with all he was saying, it was just interesting to take in all that he thought about religion and womens' rights and such then sort out what I thought about it.

So today I worked, slept and did little else. I went for a carride with my brother, that was kinda nice. I saw his new house... it's huge. Right now I'm muddled in my own thougths of what I want out of life. Really, what is there to live for? I need some direction, I don't want to be my brother. Sure, he's "Sucessful" but do I want to live a monotonus, dull, yuppy life? He's got everything he wants, he's worked hard for it all but I want more than that. I need more than that life... sigh. the problem with being an idealist... off to go and think. Ciao.
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