leaving.

this week was. so. wack.
i will post pictures and details when i get to new york.

i'm a crazy person.

Lyrics to my favorite song that fits perfectly since I've been here.



Some Crap About the Future by Electric President


"You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge. You get your grip and peer down over the edge, you watch the city move and breathe and migrate. You’re not apart of it, you’re broken now, like us.

I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders and cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.

You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize just how minimal you are.

I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
And I silently wish I was on one.

You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass, you reach inside and tear out all your cables. Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers. You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts...

I have no answers; I’m rambling.
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.

You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise, it's burning fingers rummage through your insides. And for a moment you feel like you’re alive and then it’s gone, so you get up up up baby, there’s blood on the sidewalks of this town.
They’ve got us on the ropes. But we don’t have to take it lying down anymore. Our hands aren’t tied now. Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
They’ve got ‘em buried deep. Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.

(Oh no, no)

We’ll leave on the evening train. It won’t be long, but it feels that way. But home never meant very much to us anyway. So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone and maybe we’re right...

And we collapse on a road...on an old dirt road, where the sun doesn’t look like such a waste. And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress and we never wake again."


i'm truely crazy.

i can finally sleep again.

Pictures of our new home. Horay.

 representin'.

crazy day.

here are some pictures from the parade. it was more crowded than any concert has ever been, i was literally squished-i couldn't breathe.
all the building above us were throwing out shredded paper, toilet and new papers. it was so wack.

the giants biggest fan.

i'm on my way downtown to go to the new york giants celebration parade. watch the news, i'll be one of those millions of peeps. the giants are really really going to be in 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.

queens. not so good to me.

we don't have a working water heater.
and its pouring rain outside.

i haven't showered in two days. and our apartment is furnished with things that she got from the d.i. and if we want utincils and plates that aren't plastic, "feel free to buy them yourself."