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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
i've been in NYC for um, i think about 3 weeks now and still suffering from bouts of insomnia. i never let my self adjust to the time change and I'm usually prone to sleepless nights when i don't have a reason to wake up early in the morning. I'm trying this new thing where i plan out the next days activities and not leave everything to a whim, as i have been doing. it gives me motivation to wake up earlier and get started.
today, i left the house and decided i wanted to go to a museum. it was a warm Sunday in NYC and i knew big places like the Met would be crowded. I thought about going to the MoMA. i thought of Warhol. Matisse, Picasso, Van Gough. And then i thought of the $20 price tag and decided to save it for another day. I was reading an article about the Frick and the idea of beautiful European art, an indoor pool and a pretty garden sold me. I took the subway downtown, got off on 72nd and had a nice walk through the park. it was about an hour and a half before the museum closed and i was almost certain the door were already locked. i looked like a dummy trying to push and pull to no avail. a young woman came behind me and walked right in. oops. anyway,i made my way to the counter and handed the gentleman my credit card. $18 buckaroos. if i had gotten there earlier, i could have "paid what i wished" TEVS. anyway, despite the machine with a bunch of numbers in it connected to a phone line, they didn't accept credit cards, nor did they have an ATM. i wandered out feeling defeated. i walked for about 2 blocks looking for an ATM, when i just got flustered because i didn't want to pull cash out of that account and bla bla.
i decided I'd put the museum off for another day and make a calendar of NYC's museum free and discounted days.
i went back to the park and said hello to the white rabbit, watched people play on the great lawn, paid my condolences to John Lennon and ate a tuna sandwich under a tree.
today, i left the house and decided i wanted to go to a museum. it was a warm Sunday in NYC and i knew big places like the Met would be crowded. I thought about going to the MoMA. i thought of Warhol. Matisse, Picasso, Van Gough. And then i thought of the $20 price tag and decided to save it for another day. I was reading an article about the Frick and the idea of beautiful European art, an indoor pool and a pretty garden sold me. I took the subway downtown, got off on 72nd and had a nice walk through the park. it was about an hour and a half before the museum closed and i was almost certain the door were already locked. i looked like a dummy trying to push and pull to no avail. a young woman came behind me and walked right in. oops. anyway,i made my way to the counter and handed the gentleman my credit card. $18 buckaroos. if i had gotten there earlier, i could have "paid what i wished" TEVS. anyway, despite the machine with a bunch of numbers in it connected to a phone line, they didn't accept credit cards, nor did they have an ATM. i wandered out feeling defeated. i walked for about 2 blocks looking for an ATM, when i just got flustered because i didn't want to pull cash out of that account and bla bla.
i decided I'd put the museum off for another day and make a calendar of NYC's museum free and discounted days.
i went back to the park and said hello to the white rabbit, watched people play on the great lawn, paid my condolences to John Lennon and ate a tuna sandwich under a tree.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
old blogs, new blogs, red blogs, blue blogs
i was just reading over some of my entries from last year. i have to admit, it made me very happysad. reading over all of the amazing times i had with russell during our whirlwind romance brought me to tears. lots of memories. lots of fun times. stuff i might not have remembered otherwise.
so, i promise to write more - and often. i'm in new york all summer and there's so many adventures to be had, so many lessons to learn, so much growing up to do.
it's time to move on, it's time to get goin' what lies ahead i have no way of knowing
so, i promise to write more - and often. i'm in new york all summer and there's so many adventures to be had, so many lessons to learn, so much growing up to do.
it's time to move on, it's time to get goin' what lies ahead i have no way of knowing
Thursday, February 26, 2009
neighbors
I had a very strange dream last night. These are the kinds of dreams I have when I fall asleep with E! News on the television.
Angelina Jolie was my next door neighbor and also my archenemy.
I'm not sure why there was bad blood, but I could sense it, even in my dream.
She had a very curious looking house with well-manicured but strange looking bushes
I was out in front of her house and found the most odd a pair of worn black maryjanes sitting in one of the shrubs. There was a $1.99 price tag. It looked like maybe they were from the Goodwill.
She opened her front door, stepped outside and caught me looking at her used shoes.
She wore a two-toned green dress and was she was extremely pregnant, but her belly was so oddly shaped I wasn’t sure what was growing in there.
She invited me in to show me the Valentine’s Day card Brad bought her.
I got very annoyed and left and strolled over to my uncles, who apparently lived down the street.
Angelina Jolie was my next door neighbor and also my archenemy.
I'm not sure why there was bad blood, but I could sense it, even in my dream.
She had a very curious looking house with well-manicured but strange looking bushes
I was out in front of her house and found the most odd a pair of worn black maryjanes sitting in one of the shrubs. There was a $1.99 price tag. It looked like maybe they were from the Goodwill.
She opened her front door, stepped outside and caught me looking at her used shoes.
She wore a two-toned green dress and was she was extremely pregnant, but her belly was so oddly shaped I wasn’t sure what was growing in there.
She invited me in to show me the Valentine’s Day card Brad bought her.
I got very annoyed and left and strolled over to my uncles, who apparently lived down the street.
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