yikes!! BIKES!

so i'm in the kitchen deciding which bike to buy!!!! 13" childs or 17" WOMENS!!?
so i ask my roommate
"don't you think i'm the size of a woman?"
"no. ...child."

no smile. no laugh.

my roommate seriously just said this.

"some of my happiest moments are when i can cook for and feed people."

i laughed SO loud and for so long!!!! and she was kind of chuckling saying "don't laugh, i'm already self conscious about it."
sooo funny

"new york has been very good to me."

3 scares in 24 hours are not good odds.

scare #1.

i was walking home from the subway at about 1:30 am with my headphones on unsafely loud and i notice some creep running next to me. i had my hood on and their face was turned into mine trying to look in my hood at my face. my blood ran cold for two seconds wondering what crazy person was doing this to me and when i looked over i saw that it was my roommate. she said she'd been yelling my name.

scare #2.

i was riding on the train mid afternoon. there were a few other people on there and the train stopped. it sometimes does that because other trains need to pass in front of it, and/or traffic is backed up. well, the engine turned off and all the lights went out. i really tried to stay calm thinking it was no big deal. about ten seconds went by and i was telling myself to breathe, but i panicked when i looked over at some new yorkers eying each other suspiciously. if they were scared, i should be scared. i got the claustrophic feeling where you're imagine what you'd do to everyone in order to fight your way out and find an exit and then the engine turned on and we started going-false alarm.

scare #3.

i was sitting across from a crazy drunk man. he sat down by a kid who was probably 14. when he started yelling things the kid scooted away from him. the man scooted closer, so the kid scooted away again. when the guy proceeded to scoot closer to the boy, the kid stood up and walked to the door and stood there, so bugged. i had my headphones on just lookin down, but i guess someone said something to the guy, because they started to laugh and the guy started yelling more. the one time i looked at him, he had a flask that he was hitting against the bench and made eye contact with me and his wild eyes. i immediately darted my eyes away because i did not want him to come sit by me... he was really bothered by these people so he got off at the next stop. when the door closed, he stood by the window and was yelling things at the people in the car, so someone in the train yelled at him and raised his fist, this made the crazy man very angry and he got up to the window and was yelling and yelling. well, our train wasn't moving, and when that happens, it sometimes means that the doors are going to open again and let in more people. someone from the end of the train yelled "you better hope that door doesn't open!!" because the guy was so mad and just yelling and yelling. finally, the train left, and the crazy man ran next to it for awhile until it started going fast. everyone on the train got a pretty good laugh, especially the kid who stood up because he didn't want the guy sitting next to him.


also, we went to the bravery concert last night. in between bands, i heard a couple talking to each other. i looked at him just in time to hear him sincerely say to his girlfriend, "new york has been VERY good to me."
i loved it.

edited version.

i am so spoiled.

"my dad bought me those."
"oh my dad said i needed a keychain for my house keys so gave me that."
"yeah my dad made that calender for me."
"my dad bought my metro card, what will i do in feb?"
"my dad flew out with me and stayed for a week."

most of these things were said to the same one person and he was like "wow you have a good dad." anddd its true. :)


yesterday me and casey hit up central park

it was kinda warm, so there were tons of people there playing soccer/football/roller skating/painting etc...
it was funny, it really was a flashback from the 90s.

then we weaseled our way into the metropolitan museum for free. its a donation fee...they ask you to pay 20 DOLLARS. then they probably make you feel guilty if you pay less. anyway, we got in for free with no guilt trip.

yes i am eating a popsicle. it was warmer but still freezing and i saw someone with one and couldn't help myself.

then we went to some girls to watch the superbowl. we didn't even finish the game before we left because we knew we had a really long train ride ahead of us and we were all three wasted. so we took a train for an hour and 15 minutes home.
when we got off we got tons of texts from people telling us about it and we saw people rejoicing at different stops we'd pass.

thats all anyone could talk about at school today. go giants.

no need for excercise.

i am moving tomorrow!!! i have two huge suitcases packed full....my school bag packed full, my backpack full plus two other small bags. and i still have a ton more stuff to pack, including my bedding and pillows. dad would not be happy about this. but i'm excited to move.

things i will miss about living here:
.my brick wall
.wonder chicken

things i won't miss about living here:
.the awful smell that greets me everytime i open the front door
.the cats that die every morning and night WITHOUT FAIL.
.julie
.the gheetttoooo a. dresser that makes me angry every morning because it doesnt open properly
.the fact that every single thing in here is ghetto and was a gift to julie from someone ghetto including all the cups and silverware that don't match
.the bars/gate on my window.


the next time i write i'll be in a new home!!

p.s. morgan said she wanted to start working out. i said that there was no need for me to work out. i get enough excercise by running EVERYWHERE because i'm late to EVERYTHING and have to run up and down a million stairs at school and on all the subways. wow.

SHUTCHYO MOUTH.

today was so good to me!
of course i was ten minutes late to my 9 oclock class with only 8 people in it.
i walked in and had to squeeze past people with my huge bags and the teacher handed me the roll because i was the only one not signed in. so i write my name on it and hand it back to him. he looks and it and starts to lecture us on following instructions. apparently at the top it said write your name, last name first. and i had written alexandra robinson.
and he looked and me and i was just like "oh...sorry."
AWKWARD!
but then we learned how to write the alphabet! i should put a picture of it up. its a really fun class, drafting.
after class me and my friend dana went to her apartment. i didn't do an assignment we thought was due today and she had an extra so we went to print one out for both of us. her apartment was tiny and ghetto. and she lives alone. it was cute, but seriously so small.
then we went to historical styles and i took three pages of notes in an hour and half, that class is IN. TENSE.
you really have to pay attention, she goes so fast-but enough of that boring stuff.

we have these cats. that reside outside our windows at night. and really, they sound like they're in a WHOLE lot of pain. i can't hear them tonight. but we've heard them the last 4 or 5 days and i die everytime i hear them. last night i text casey (our wall is a curtain.) and was like those cats. right when i got a text from her saying "those cats are dying again!!!" and then i heard her recieve a text then laugh and i really died laughing and it was 2 am. we couldn't sleep, i don't know why the sound of cats moaning didn't get us to sleep.

me, oscar (www.youtube.com search =" oscar on eternal families "), casey, and a man (who wants a piece) named Rob went to I HOP. it was the unlimited pancake special. the good quote of the day came from this.
oscar is from new york and has lived here his whole life so has a really thick thug accent. he was very messily eating his 'all you can eat pancakes' and i remarked
"you are the messiest eater in the world!!" as he was dripping syrup all over. he immediately lashed out, pointed at me and said
"SHUTCHYO MOUTH LOOK ATCHYO SLEEVE!" and we all looked and i had the biggest piece of hash brown stuck on my sleeve.

we all got a pretty good laugh.

then those boys walked us home and i was laughing so hard i snorted (i think for the first time ever) and i had tears streaming from my face. everyone keeps asking me and casey, and me and morgan how long we've known each other because we get along so well. i told them tonight that casey was sent straight from jesus into my apartment.


i hate my apartment but love my room, too bad i have to leave it. but i will be so pleased and so suprised to have so much leg room in my new bedroom that i don't have to share!
p.s. i got rob to help me move. uh.


p.p.s. couch boy moved out! he didn't say anything about his missing alcoholic beverage and we can freely and happily roam around our apartment in leggings and a tank top and not be uncomfortable.

when lawyers get involved.

my "landlord" is refusing to give me my deposit back by the day i move out. she says that i have to find someone to fill the spot in the apartment that i wasn't occupying. my friend/roommate shelley is moving out of the front bedroom and julie says i have to find a second person to move in there and share it. even though that wasn't my room.
she's having an intern move into the room i'm in, so technically my spot IS TAKEN. so we talked calmly for awhile and she kept saying that i needed to fill shelley's spot because that is where i WAS going to move in february. but i never did move in there, so why would i have to fill the spot? finally she hung up on me saying have a good night this is going nowhere, goodnight.
and i text her saying "since you cut me off and hung up on me, this is what i was going to say-if i don't get my deposit by february 1st, i'll call my lawyer"

a couple minutes went by and she called and said "Hey, sorry i cut you off i had to call someone back. So is there anything you'd like to say?" she's VERY VERY VERY FAKE. i said "well i said what i needed to in the text. i'll call my laywer if i don't get my money on the first." and she was like
"well i think you need to think about it--"
"i've thought about it."
"...................................."

me and my two roommates were listening on speaker and she was quiet for so long, she was so scared. she tried to talk me out of it but i said obviously we can't figure it out between us, so we'll bring a third party in and he'll figure it out. she was freaked out.
i was very calm. on the outside but the inside was on fire.
we finally finished the conversation with her saying "i hope someone fills your spot" and me saying "yeah i hope so too but either way i'm getting my money"
and she said "SOOO how is everything else in your life going in nyc??"
and i was like "good. see ya." and hung up.

then i continued to post on the mormon craigs list saying there was a spot available contact AJ if you want to come look at the apartment. so if they come look and like it, i'm going to have them make the deposit out to me and whether or not julie wants to, i'll have the money right away.
just pray that someone likes it.
i took a sleeping pill in hopes of FINALLY SLEEPING.



p.s. mormon parties are always the same. no matter what state you are in.
they are just as bad, if not worse, in new york than they are in utah.
and if i have to go to another one of them, i will lose my freaking mind.

this is not your bedroom.

i posted a very long.
very funny post on here just barely.

about how i'm typing in the kitchen because...
ahh i am annoyed, it deleted it.




lets just say, there is a bro here that isn't paying rent. and that is living on our couch for free. since we only have one main room, he thinks it is his bedroom and it isn't. i'm typing in here because i hate him and want him to leave.


since its only midnight here and i can ever FREAKING SLEEP, i'll try to pull together what i lost.

okay literally two days before moving to NYC, the landlord told me that one of the roommates was having her guy friend stay here. being very panicky, nervous, and desperate-i said it was okay. well, two weeks later-ITS NOT OKAY.
we have a three bedroom, one bathroom apartment. all these rooms are connected by one huge room that is the living room/kitchen. well that is where he sleeps on OUR couch, and thinks is his room. for two weeks, we have not bothered him. whenever he is sleeping, i never go in there or turn on the lights. actually, whenever he is HOME i never go in there, because its awkward. we literally all just stay in our room when he is here.
well on saturday afternoon (seriously, it was 11:45a.m.) casey returned home from shopping. she didn't turn on any lights or open the blinds or anything, she just quietly put all her dishes away while he slept on the couch. she started to make lunch and accidently dropped her bowl and it made a loud noise. she said "sorry!!' and he said "just keep it down." well that pushed us both over the edge. we are the ones paying rent, HE IS NOT. that is OUR kitchen, we should not be uncomfortable in there, we should be able to live as if no one is in there, because he is not paying rent. he will have been here for over a month, living for free. ever since he said "keep it down" in your own house!! on a saturday afternoon!! its been even more awkward then ever. i have been spending unusual amounts of time in "HIS ROOM". i never make eye contact with him, its pretty awkward. oh and to add to it--his suitcase is in our front room sprawled everywhere. he never folds his blankets or cleans up his clothes. all his stuff including books, paperwork, and his computer are sprawled all over the table, he keeps his clothes in MY CLOSET!!! so he comes in every mother effing morning turns on the light and gets his clothes out of my closet. AND HE DOESN'T DO HIS DISHES. or help out around the house at all. i seriously asked him yesterday if he'd take out the trash because it was a huge black bag. our convo
me-"will you please take out the trash tomorrow?"
him-".....i guess."
me-"???"
him-"well i knew that question was coming, so yeah i guess i will."
me-"well its a huge bag and you're the only guy here. i guess i can TRY to take it out??"
him-"no its fine, i will."

well turns out he never took it out, so casey had to.

wow.
he's going to be so sorry he lived here.
the first time i typed all of this, i made food and ate it and used my computer on the kitchen table while he was trying to sleep. of course i was typing as loud as i could and OF COURSE i had to wash dishes to use because no one ever washes their own. while i was typing, he got up and turned off the light that i had on. lol.


in other news, we went to heath ledger's house.
it was really nice, not too many people were there, and it was a nice memorial.


i'll write tomorrow. while he's trying to sleep.

:)