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My away message says I'm at the gym right now... I wish I wasn't a liar. I had a mad headache so I took some Excedrin and laid down for like an hour and now I'm too dazed and dizzy to go, whatever. Curling up to some Jeopardy and a new Rolling Stone sounds much more appealing.
I got so frustrated today that I literally almost broke my phone in half and I was a little too tempted to just ram my car into another car, but I wouldn't wanna ruin someone else's life there. That's me, always looking out for the community. IDK it's just like some days I feel like a wreck. Like I just hate being where I am, who I am, whoever else is around me, and whatever's going on. Not to sound depressed or "feel sorry for me" or nothing, I'm completely fine. lol I think I'm just hanging by myself too much, that's all.
On the other hand, things are actually going great. I got an A+ on my big story for my Media Writing and my teacher said it was "excellent" and "publishable." WELL YAH COME ON IM THE BOMB. The second story got waived, so virtually no homework till next Tues. (the last day of class, the final whatever). I got an A on the midterm story, so I think this summer class thing will prove to be a success.
New York was a flipping blast. Went and saw 3 shows in 3 days. Britt and I saw our now-favorite, BKLYN. The lead chick has the best voice I have ever ever ever heard, like better than Mariah Carey (sorry mer) or Celine or Whitney. We went outside to see them come out and meet them or whatever the next day, but neither of us talked to her because we didn't want to terrify her like "OMG YOUR VOICE MAKES ME CRY AND I WANT TO REMOVE YOUR LARYNX AND PUT IT IN MY BODY." JUST amazing.
Brittany and I rushed tickets the morning of the show and got front row tickets, like our knees were touching the stage. It was great, except there was a fing set piece that was right in front of me so I had to lean over to catch some of the stuff, a small price to pay. Anyways, while in line there was this annoying ass girl behind us that kept talking to us. She was just, negative I guess? You know when all people do is complain about everything and how they hate everything? She was talking about how much she hates DC (she doesn't even live there and hasn't lived there) and I happen to quite enjoy it and her excuses were lame, like saying the weather was schizo which, hi, if you live anywhere on the East Coast, you're pretty much in for some crazy weather. IDK, she just sucked at life, peace.
Brittany got duped into buying some guy on the street's rap demo. His rap name was Yorel (his uncle Leroy's name spelled backwards) because apparently his uncle was one of the co-pilot's in the Penn. flight of 9/11. He was a trip. He was all about Brittany like, "Can I just pinch your cheeks? Sorry, I have a cheek fetish." POINT OF STORY: Watch for his album to drop with Bad Boy or Def Jam because he has ties with both of them (riiiight).
Anyways, I guess what I'm tryin to say is I love NYC and can't wait to live there. I'm sure I'll probably get tired of it, but so far I'm aching to live it up 718 style. Mostly because I saw a 70-year-old crossdresser dancing in Times Square and Im looking for a gig.
GOD WHO ELSE HATES THAT I DONT UPDATE TOO OFTEN AND WHEN I DO THEY ARE EONS LONG? (stfu) K I could seriously go on and on and on, but I won't.
NEW NIECE ON FRIDAY! THEY SHOULD JUST NAME HER MEREDITH AND GET ON WITH IT EH, HERBANGALOT?
I got so frustrated today that I literally almost broke my phone in half and I was a little too tempted to just ram my car into another car, but I wouldn't wanna ruin someone else's life there. That's me, always looking out for the community. IDK it's just like some days I feel like a wreck. Like I just hate being where I am, who I am, whoever else is around me, and whatever's going on. Not to sound depressed or "feel sorry for me" or nothing, I'm completely fine. lol I think I'm just hanging by myself too much, that's all.
On the other hand, things are actually going great. I got an A+ on my big story for my Media Writing and my teacher said it was "excellent" and "publishable." WELL YAH COME ON IM THE BOMB. The second story got waived, so virtually no homework till next Tues. (the last day of class, the final whatever). I got an A on the midterm story, so I think this summer class thing will prove to be a success.
New York was a flipping blast. Went and saw 3 shows in 3 days. Britt and I saw our now-favorite, BKLYN. The lead chick has the best voice I have ever ever ever heard, like better than Mariah Carey (sorry mer) or Celine or Whitney. We went outside to see them come out and meet them or whatever the next day, but neither of us talked to her because we didn't want to terrify her like "OMG YOUR VOICE MAKES ME CRY AND I WANT TO REMOVE YOUR LARYNX AND PUT IT IN MY BODY." JUST amazing.
Brittany and I rushed tickets the morning of the show and got front row tickets, like our knees were touching the stage. It was great, except there was a fing set piece that was right in front of me so I had to lean over to catch some of the stuff, a small price to pay. Anyways, while in line there was this annoying ass girl behind us that kept talking to us. She was just, negative I guess? You know when all people do is complain about everything and how they hate everything? She was talking about how much she hates DC (she doesn't even live there and hasn't lived there) and I happen to quite enjoy it and her excuses were lame, like saying the weather was schizo which, hi, if you live anywhere on the East Coast, you're pretty much in for some crazy weather. IDK, she just sucked at life, peace.
Brittany got duped into buying some guy on the street's rap demo. His rap name was Yorel (his uncle Leroy's name spelled backwards) because apparently his uncle was one of the co-pilot's in the Penn. flight of 9/11. He was a trip. He was all about Brittany like, "Can I just pinch your cheeks? Sorry, I have a cheek fetish." POINT OF STORY: Watch for his album to drop with Bad Boy or Def Jam because he has ties with both of them (riiiight).
Anyways, I guess what I'm tryin to say is I love NYC and can't wait to live there. I'm sure I'll probably get tired of it, but so far I'm aching to live it up 718 style. Mostly because I saw a 70-year-old crossdresser dancing in Times Square and Im looking for a gig.
GOD WHO ELSE HATES THAT I DONT UPDATE TOO OFTEN AND WHEN I DO THEY ARE EONS LONG? (stfu) K I could seriously go on and on and on, but I won't.
NEW NIECE ON FRIDAY! THEY SHOULD JUST NAME HER MEREDITH AND GET ON WITH IT EH, HERBANGALOT?