oh yersh she did go there.

oh yersh she did go there.

When it’s hysterical, it is most certainly historical. For weeks now I’ve been moping around. Wondering what has come of my life and what I should do next. I sat idly by. I pushed my fake boyfriend away. I hid behind books, unwashed hair, and dreary dark clothes. Nothing on me looked like Mary Effing Sunshine or Pollyanna. I was just a sulky sulk. However, it all changed last night. After I went on a tirade about life and not sticking to me like glue, I felt somewhat relieved. I felt like I had let out the negative; of course, the fake boyfriend didn’t appreciate being on the receiving end of it but it was definitely necessary. I feel so light, airy even. I even feel like stalking my fake boyfriend. How should I go about this? First we have Facebook….then we can try to crack the code of his voicemail…if I knew his email I could do that as well.  Happy and Stalking about!

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and scene

and scene

Scene: About five people are standing around a narrow corridor in an East Village apartment building putting on their sneakers and saying goodbye to one another.

Me: Hey! How’s it going? You feeling OK?
Boy: Yeah. I’m feeling a bit hung over but I’m definitely glad I stopped by tonight.
Me: I’m definitely glad you came by. It’s so good to see you.
Boy: You rushing off?
Me: Um. Not really. I can stay for a few minutes.
Boy: OK. Cool. Mind waiting for me?
Me: Sure.

Me makes a phone call to her friend who is waiting for her at the movie theater to let him know she’s on her way. Boy returns about five minutes later.

Boy: You ready?
Me: Yup. Let’s go.
Boy: So. How are you?
Me: I’m alright. Feeling a bit lost now that my school work is done with.
Boy: You were finishing up your masters, correct?
Me: Yup.

The conversation carries on mundanely until they reach the train station entrance. At which point Boy asks Me if she has any plans for the night. Me says she is on her way to meet a friend at the movie theater. Boy asks if she can spare five minutes to sit at Washington Square Park. Me says OK…because five minutes is all she can spare. The enter the park and stop for a few seconds to admire the blues band playing.

Blues band playing in the background.

Boy: You want to sit over at these benches.
Me: Sure.
Boy: Cool. Washington Square Park is my favorite park. You can find the oddest things here and yet have an amazing time. During the summer there’s always a band playing and people just hanging out.
Me: Yeah I know. I like it as well. Hate the rats at night but like the park otherwise.

Girl smiles. Awkward moment ensues. Smaller talk is had. Moments of silence. Me feels uncomfortable because she doesn’t know what to expect and is running a tad late now.

Me: I’ve got to go in five minutes.
Boy: Can I put my arm around you in these last five minutes?
Me: Um. Why?!
Boy: Um. Um. Nevermind.

An even more awkward moment ensues. Me tries to lighten the mood by making a joke that goes sour.

Me: You ready to go?
Boy: OK.
Me: So you like living in Inwood now?
Boy: Yeah. Ever since I moved back in with my mom I’ve been able to focus on a lot of editing and camera work.
Me (thinking how in the world do these mama’s boys find me): Oh that’s good.

They part ways at 6th Avenue and just as Me’s friend calls her to ask where she is at.

Scene close.

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what am i to do

what am i to do

When things are meant to be for me I get really excited. I can’t do anything but think about that thing that is causing my excitement. My inner child is placated. She feels at peace. She is content and feels as if she’s on the right path. On the other hand, when I am doing things that are no what I’m supposed to be doing. I feel horrible; I doddle. I act like a bumbling brook. Things don’t get done as quickly and everything seems to go array. Right now I’m stuck between a few things. One is an invitation to lay on a beach in lovely Mexico, the other is to do something big for the fourth of July weekend, and the last my summer euro trips. As it stands, I’m most excited about the euro trip. I get to see some good friends. I get to travel cheaply from country to country. I get to enjoy my life peacefully. Mexico seems OK and I did want to do a nice relaxing beach vacation next but…. I don’t know what to do. Oh yeah…and what happened to my economic hardships? Traveling is definitely not a sign of a person under an economic hardship. Ha. I don’t know how I do it sometimes but traveling for me comes easily. I make it happen…just as the saying goes…where there is a will, there’s a way…and I always make it a way. Berlin, Stockholm, and London are calling me. Ha. Mexico seems like it would be a kill drag. Fourth of July is always fun. What to do. What to do.

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a personal ad?

a personal ad?

I absolutely love a good laugh. The harder and longer I can laugh the better; I want to be crying with tears of laughter. Whether it is because I’ve slipped on a banana peel or you ran into a glass door. God (or the divine powers that be) knows this about me. Check this out.

Last night a bunch of us met at our usual spot to chat and catch up but when we got to the gate it was locked. We didn’t know what to do so we called people to see if they knew anything about this gate. No one knew what was happening so someone thought it a bright idea to just hop over the gate. Seeing as we tried several avenues beforehand, we thought a little breaking and entry wouldn’t be so bad. So after a few of us hopped over the fence, someone thought it another bright idea to have chairs help the others climb over. Now we are all at the spot and notice a rather disturbing smell. Actually it was so strong that I don’t know how we didn’t smell it from the outside. As we look closer it was buckets upon buckets of sauerkraut. Sauerkraut! BUCKET LOADS of SAUERKRAUT! Who eats all that sauerkraut! The smell was so pungent that I don’t know how we stayed the whole time. In any case, as we were getting ready to leave two Ukrainian women come in steaming mad. Yelling god knows what in Ukrainian. Although I’m pretty sure they were cursing us out. One woman even proceeded to slam one of the chairs we had to help us over the gate on the floor. We didn’t know what to do so we quietly crept out…only this time using the gate instead of hopping it over. Oh brother. Ha. First the gate followed by the buckets of sauerkraut then the screaming Ukrainian women. Hahah. What a night! I love that the powers that be always provide me with one great chuckle each day. I think I could live happily ever after if I just had one good chuck a day. :D

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