Its up to you, New York
Heading to the good old New York City for the weekend with my big sister from Delta... I'm freakin' excited.
As I approach graduation, I get more and more thrilled with the idea of moving to NYC. I mean, I was watching Ghostbusters the other night and got excited, simply because they were driving around New York. Just seeing the city gets me excited.
We're going to Nintendo World... two full stories of everything Nintendo. When Jenna told me this, I think I came a little. Maybe I'll find a Luma stuffed animal... those things are fucking ADORABLE.
And of course, we cannot forget the bars. I'm gonna get my first taste of NYC bars, with Jenna's brother, who's lived in the city for years, so at least we wont get lost or go to a shitty bar. And maybe, for the first time EVER, a random guy will buy me a drink. I've NEVER had a guy (besides friends) buy me a drink. I think that would really make the weekend. There will be pictures, I promise.
One of my suitemates got really drunk last night, so I went out to take care of her when she hit the 'emotional baggage' stage I'm all too familiar with. I'm sure most of you know it... that point where you're coming off the drunkenness and cant stop yourself from crying and you begin lamenting your life and all the shit that happened (usually involving the opposite sex). While I continued to reassure her that she was not fat, and that no guy woke up after having sex with her and thought "oh god, I did it with a fatty" (yes, she was convinced all the guys she's slept with have thought this), she blurted out something along the lines of "You're freakin' beautiful. You dont even need makeup."
And although she doesnt even remember saying this, I was (and still am) really flattered. I'm never called 'beautiful'. My word always seems to be 'attractive'. Sometimes 'cute'. But among all my friends, I always feel like I'd be the last on the list when it comes to beauty. Maybe its a bit of modesty and bad self-confidence, but I really think all my friends are gorgeous compared to me. That's not to say I think I'm ugly... I dont know how to describe it except that I feel they have something MORE than I do.
As I approach graduation, I get more and more thrilled with the idea of moving to NYC. I mean, I was watching Ghostbusters the other night and got excited, simply because they were driving around New York. Just seeing the city gets me excited.
We're going to Nintendo World... two full stories of everything Nintendo. When Jenna told me this, I think I came a little. Maybe I'll find a Luma stuffed animal... those things are fucking ADORABLE.
And of course, we cannot forget the bars. I'm gonna get my first taste of NYC bars, with Jenna's brother, who's lived in the city for years, so at least we wont get lost or go to a shitty bar. And maybe, for the first time EVER, a random guy will buy me a drink. I've NEVER had a guy (besides friends) buy me a drink. I think that would really make the weekend. There will be pictures, I promise.
One of my suitemates got really drunk last night, so I went out to take care of her when she hit the 'emotional baggage' stage I'm all too familiar with. I'm sure most of you know it... that point where you're coming off the drunkenness and cant stop yourself from crying and you begin lamenting your life and all the shit that happened (usually involving the opposite sex). While I continued to reassure her that she was not fat, and that no guy woke up after having sex with her and thought "oh god, I did it with a fatty" (yes, she was convinced all the guys she's slept with have thought this), she blurted out something along the lines of "You're freakin' beautiful. You dont even need makeup."
And although she doesnt even remember saying this, I was (and still am) really flattered. I'm never called 'beautiful'. My word always seems to be 'attractive'. Sometimes 'cute'. But among all my friends, I always feel like I'd be the last on the list when it comes to beauty. Maybe its a bit of modesty and bad self-confidence, but I really think all my friends are gorgeous compared to me. That's not to say I think I'm ugly... I dont know how to describe it except that I feel they have something MORE than I do.