What was good about today? um...everything - i was in NEW YORK!!!
Do you know where i was today? i was at home. I was happy - giddy even. Complete and utter contentment was where i was. happy, happy, happy!!!! i so love NY i love it so much. I think i'll write a fictional story about NY in a bit - it won't be boring, it might be bad though, who knows. It could be boring, but if it were, it wouldn't matter, because i was in NY, i was right there in the middle of perfection. I'm going to wear my purple coat tommorow, only so that it'll make my locker smell like new york, and then after english when i go there i can jump up and down in the hall stupdly, because i'll be reminded of goodness. we already went over the first part of the morning in which i found out about my trip home. after that i showered and got ready, did some punnet squares, etc. Then, as i'm wandering my room in my underwear wondering what should be put on that is NY worthy, mummy informs me that i have ten minutes and we have to leave for the train station. that's ok, even if i have five days a week in which i will never be on time in the mourning, this will not be on one of those days. It can't be, not when my love is involved. i make it out on time. a half an hour later i'm at hamilton train station, jumping up and down in the parking lot with my equally as giddy cousin laura. we are so silly. on the train, we keep adding "happy betesey" as a prefix for everything. like we'll poke eachother at the same time, and we'll have "happy betsey poke". there are many such things. we also contemplate how when we get to the store, betsey will be there too. She will see us and think of how wonderful we are and adopt us as children and move us to NY so that we can intern/design for her, and we won't need to finish school, because she'll use her powers to get us diplomas. there is much giggling and jumping and clapping and poking on the train ride there - we are excited and impatient. can you blame us - NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. we get there and hop a cab down to wooseter and (?)in the cab we trash other family members...what else? The betsey johnson store in soho is much bigger than the one uptown. The walls are papered in the same yellow and flowered print that the walls in her house are...how perfect! This store also houses her ultra and vintage collections. i absorb and giggle, but purchase nothing. we are there for two hours while laura tries on many dresses that we decide we are in love with, but are not formal enough for a prom. They are dresses to frolic about the English country side in, of course. After trying on most/many of the dresses in the store, laura decides its time to "imagine." she takes the hot pink (by hot pink, i want you to imagine the most blinding, beautiful shade of pink you've ever seen, multiply its wonder and majesty by ten, and then you may be able to begin to fathom this color) stretch lace tank that i'd been worshiping since the moment i walked into the store. How perfect a combo - the best fabric and the best colour combined into one wonderous $130 tank. It is truly a thing of beauty. So, she tries it on, and decides that it should in fact be her prom dress. My aunt does not think so. We leave. Nextdoor is a store that very much resembles the basement of UO. we go in. Laura realizes that she can buy the shirt with her clothing budget. she doesn't need to. She gets my aunt to belive that buying that shirt and adding a skirt she'd make of tool(sp - maybe) would make so much more sense and be so much more useful than buying an actual dress. i agree - so did the girl in Bestey when we went back to buy that shirt. She had also made her own prom dress. She suggested adding flowers or rhinestones to the tool. After we left with perfection captured in a bag, we went to a pizza place for lunch. It was good. Then to UO. Major sale there. I got some knickers and a black stretch lace shirt and a scarf. It was goood fun indeed. After that was walking back to the train station. We were running late. Every time we saw the light said "walk" at the end of the block we were going up, we (mostly laura) would scream "waaaaaaallllllllllllkk" and we'd begin to run until we had crossed the street while laughing hysterically. we made it to the trainstation on time, but not in time to get krispy kremes. on the way back here, there was a lot of staring at the shirt and smelling the inside of the bag and petting the bag and giggling. There were hicks sitting behind us. we decided that in the future, the sunday before president's day would be "happy betsey johnson day" and we'd always go there and spend a hundred and thirty six dollars. we also decided that we'd buy some of the really, really fab betesy dresses and where them in paris where we'd go , and acutally frolic, for they are only to be worn for frolicing. and then we'd have to go back to paris again so as we could get more use out of them. Today was such a good day. I so love new york. i will love it forever. it will be my life forever. i am glad i was there today - i was really beginning to need it. WHen you're there, its just so good, and all the gaps of time in which you weren't there just dissapear and become nothing - they never existed at all. and you just belong, you're happy because this is what you love, this is what you live for, this is where you should be...