Weekend + one
This past weekend I made an impulsive decision to catch the last ferry across to Bridgeport so I could spend the weekend in Massachusetts because Long Island is effing boring and no one ever seems to be free. Talk about cabin fever. Got there around 1 am and had an interesting night in Amherst to say the least, then got horribly lost the next morning trying to find EEL's house at the Garden in the Woods in Framingham. It did live up to its name. BBQing happened and my tummy was happy.
Today I got a sexy new phone that pops open with a little keyboard inside. The Verizon enV, I believe and I'm still trying to figure out how to get ringtones on it without having to pay. Bastards. In an attempt to avoid driving in rush hour, I walked around the mall for a bit and got overwhelmed. As I didn't really want to spend money, it wasn't the best adventure. Except while waiting in line for fries at Wendy's I was behind too prissy little high school girls with orange face makeup and sweatpants that had "abercrombie" scrawled across their asses. Oh, Long Island. Driving home in my mini-van with fast-food Wendy's in my cup-holder, I felt so American I kind of wanted to vomit.
It's not so much that Long Island is a horrible place. Just that the average people and the sprawl here is wholly uninspiring. Last night I had several small freakouts about life and not being in England anymore. I don't even know. I miss my friends in England and living in a city and having something to do all the time. I feel like it's hard to get people around on LI unless there are some big plans and when there are plans it involves everyone driving to one place to meet up from their respective locations.
Mostly I need more things to do. I'm going into NYC tomorrow for a lunch date with my internship people and some meeting with the Equity Group. I've e-mailed ClubVeg asking them to give me volunteer work to do for more structured time and hopefully I'll get to be around vegans. Friday is Dana's big night of gay debauch that I'm rather excited for and Saturday I will hopefully not be too hungover when I drop by Elissa's.
The moral of the story, kids, is hang out with me, for the love of god. I will gladly stare at someone else's wall for fun if it means getting out of this house. I even have awesome British TV and vodka with bison grass in it to offer up! There is only so much cooking, reading and bad-tv watching one can do before being drunk at noon and wandering around town begins to seem like a respectable activity.
Today I got a sexy new phone that pops open with a little keyboard inside. The Verizon enV, I believe and I'm still trying to figure out how to get ringtones on it without having to pay. Bastards. In an attempt to avoid driving in rush hour, I walked around the mall for a bit and got overwhelmed. As I didn't really want to spend money, it wasn't the best adventure. Except while waiting in line for fries at Wendy's I was behind too prissy little high school girls with orange face makeup and sweatpants that had "abercrombie" scrawled across their asses. Oh, Long Island. Driving home in my mini-van with fast-food Wendy's in my cup-holder, I felt so American I kind of wanted to vomit.
It's not so much that Long Island is a horrible place. Just that the average people and the sprawl here is wholly uninspiring. Last night I had several small freakouts about life and not being in England anymore. I don't even know. I miss my friends in England and living in a city and having something to do all the time. I feel like it's hard to get people around on LI unless there are some big plans and when there are plans it involves everyone driving to one place to meet up from their respective locations.
Mostly I need more things to do. I'm going into NYC tomorrow for a lunch date with my internship people and some meeting with the Equity Group. I've e-mailed ClubVeg asking them to give me volunteer work to do for more structured time and hopefully I'll get to be around vegans. Friday is Dana's big night of gay debauch that I'm rather excited for and Saturday I will hopefully not be too hungover when I drop by Elissa's.
The moral of the story, kids, is hang out with me, for the love of god. I will gladly stare at someone else's wall for fun if it means getting out of this house. I even have awesome British TV and vodka with bison grass in it to offer up! There is only so much cooking, reading and bad-tv watching one can do before being drunk at noon and wandering around town begins to seem like a respectable activity.