Glancing randomly out of boredom towards my hand today, the words printed on the under-side of the Snapple cap clearly stated It is physically impossible for ducks to walk without bobbing their heads. I was on another plane today, and I'd much rather just apparate to my destination than peer every now-and-then at the "My Flight" screen, gradually, slowly, making my way back to Florida. Long flights are within the top ten of things I'd rather not do. And it was a short, long flight.
Connecticut is among one of the places that reminds me of home... Not my home of course, but I do feel rather comfortable in jumbly, Northern towns like Norwalk. Driving there is incredibly mind-altering. And I wasn't behind any wheels.
New York... Sigh. Oh, New York. I can't believe something so amazing can be so tiring... Three days spent there (over the past two weeks) was exhausting and exasperating and brilliant and dreamy. Those are only words to describe... I'll have to pick a better time to get into situations that are interesting. I know we drank a lot of coffee. I know we entered a lot of Barnes and Nobles. I know we ate a lot of Chinese food. A lot food. A lot, lot, lot of coffee. And I stood in the middle of Times Square, and I took a picture with the Naked Cowboy.
There's a situation for you.
Christian was "hit on" by a bum. A joke, really. A creepy joke. And it cost me five dollars...
We shopped in the Square, I bought a Swatch.
We ate Chinese Food in... DUN DUN... China Town.
Museum of Natural History, of course... And the Chorus of Frogs exhibit was something of disappointment... But I got a nice red frog picture out of it.
Central Park was incredible.... Incredibly big and spacious, a whole lot of struggling artists... And CLOWNS. There's also a zoo. Bear with me, it was my first New York experience.
A lot of train rides for us, as well... Planes and trains seem to be my thing. And yes, it was at a train station that I learned not to drink Hazlenut flavored coffee near any bees nests.
...Also learned you must go to New York with money, when there are lots of neat clothing stores nearby...
We deserved those few lazy days afterward, I should think... Though, I must admit, it might have been a mistake for Christian to have bought the Sims 2. They should have a label... Big, red, block letters that say Warning: Side effects may include addiction, irritability with real-life folk, and lots of coffee consumption.
And in the end, we stood in the airport, saying our goodbyes. I picked up my bags to leave, all but my Snapple bottle, and realized I need more of a goodbye, jumped three feet and smacked Christian on the lips once more... That somehow, to amazement, caused some sort of an outbreak of happiness in the terminal. Cheering. Lots of it. I had to walk away... It was a little embarassing at that point.
Any Which Way to Smile
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Saturday, September 11, 2004
According to AOL's news headliner, not everyone loves Wal-Mart. Shit, if I lived in Mexico, I'd party down if one was built around the corner of my towns' archeological monument... Then again, my town doesn't have anything archeological. My town sucks. But we DO have Wal-Marts. Lord knows I love The Mart.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
I think there's just something about our neighborhood... It looks like squirrels went on some sort of rampage and just blew up, causing trees to explode all over the place. There are no more fences. There used to be nothing BUT fences, as indirectly brown as they were. So now you can see the scum on the sides of houses. Whoops! And the outcome of people's laziness with their pools... It's a hideous world, and I'm stuck in the middle of it...
Atleast there'll be a break in between hurricanes for me!
But, for now, I'm in a mood. A not-so-good mood. I hadn't even noticed how comepletely crude I was being earlier... Until my mom said "You know, maybe I'll just stop talking to you for the rest of the night." That's when I had to make her laugh and stop feeling so shitty. I just have to realize there's no reason to be a bitch.
But there's always a reason to laugh.
Oh, and if you happen to hear an "EEEiii! EEEE!!" emitting from your television, that's probably the movie Splash. There's apparently some sort of marathon going on.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Okay... So it's the third time around in an hour, but this is important...
FACT: Your insides will implode if you consume a full carton of Silk Vanilla Soy Milk.
FACT: Your insides could implode if you consume too much of anything.
A part of me was worried about work. About how they would take my absence, and I can't believe that thought was even resurrected from the back of my neck. It was truly a pain in my neck to even think about it.
Today, I've fully come to realize what it truly means to be in a groove, to have a steady job, to have a real schedule. What it is to break any kind of a schedule. It's one fart of a thought.
For a full, hectic day, I thought of nothing else but the rain and just how ecstatic I was to be caught in it. You can just link over to Christian's blog and read all about it-- I couldn't explain my day (or any other story) as well as he does.
I'm disappointed to say that leaving extra late was just too early and pointless to leave that "cough" as Anthony calls it, up in Connecticut. I could have caught a later, later, later flight. Yet, here I sit, numb-faced at this computer once again, contemplating cigarettes and smacking my arm with anticipation.
I don't have to work until Sunday.
I don't have to do anything until then. In fact, they are so slow over there, (at the Cafe) I should start taking up knitting sweaters and parachutes as a hobby.
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You Know You're From Florida When... |
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You own at least five pairs of flip flops You know someone who's been struck by lightning You're more scared of the freaks who live down the street than gators Your backyard is sometimes a swamp You're officially sick of Disney You shrug off hurricane warnings You've been permanently blinded by fat men in speedos There are only two seasons - hot and hotter You've drank a flaming alligator. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Florida. |
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Sitting in bed at 1 Am on Wednesday, talking on the phone, I had no idea when I would sleep next. I swear, I'd never been that excited/ecstatic/energized in my life. I swear I'm completely out of my tree. I swear, nothing was planned.
It happened like this:
Christian asked for my credit card number.
I gave it.
I drove to the airport and hopped on a plane.
Next thing I knew, I was hugging him in Kennedy airport at 9:00 the same morning.
So the hurricane wasn't as horrible as expected, just as I thought it would happen. It was sort of a bad excuse to do something great and unplanned.
I admit, it was sort of crazy.
What's crazier is, I'll be flying on nearly the same plane, hugging in the same airport, in the same month.
My only argument with myself is... My job. Taking off work to fly to Connecticut on such short notice is absolutely intollerable for any management to hear about. I made up a story and went on my merry way, still feeling somewhat guilty: however, a job is a job is a job is a job. Happiness is happiness. Doing this made me happy...
And besides, I've been bored for a month.
