Tuesday, January 25, 2011

By popular demand...

I've had a few requests for a little blog update action, but I must say I've been trying to refrain. I have some shit to mention that may be humorous or worth hearing about, but in efforts to protect the fragile feelings of others who may happen to stumble upon this, I feel that I have to decline on the complete unveiling of recent events. ::sigh::

...Maybe we can scratch the ol' surface, though.

Much has happened in only a short time of being on the East side. In some ways it feels like I've been here for months and in other ways it feels like I just got here. I mean, I kinda just did.... I've been here 19 days today. Gnarly. While at times I feel that my mad skillz on the public trans tip have improved, the moment I even start thinking that to myself, I generally bust a wrong move and end up creating an hour commute out of something that should have taken 7 minutes. At this point I curse to the gods under my breath and slyly smoke a cig in the desolate subway station while I wait for a good 25 minutes for the G to come back around and pick up my stupid ass. Live and learn. Note to self: Don't even consider taking a new train out of context from my normal routine without allowing a good hour and a half for error.

Things on the job front are good.... I say that with a bit of hesitation because it's a total mixed bag. Some days I leave the day completely inspired and motivated, while other days I feel like I'm not gonna get what I want out of this, what the fuck am I doing here, blah blah blah. But overall things are going really well and a lot of rad shit has happened in only two weeks of being up in the mix. I'm slowly breaking through the icy shell of most of the employees. Like I probably mentioned, most people were far from friendly for the first few days... But in their defense I have to remember that there are about 9231219221 interns that roll through that joint throughout the year. And as mentioned in previous posting, some are goofier than others and quite frankly give the word "intern" a bad rap. But all that aside, as the days go by it seems that I have been able to connect in some way with new people everyday. Keep in mind, I'm referring to workers at BJ... most of the interns annoy the fuck out of me. It's not their fault... aside from Clown girl, none have done anything wrong. (We'll come back to Clown girl...) They're just young and annoying. But let em' live.

Freak show on the other hand... would not at all be getting the verbal blog abuse from me except that this girl fuckin' deserves it. I politely say good morning to her and she gives me the death glare. I can't help but just laugh and wish more than anything I had a camera phone that would take some kind of subtle good quality photos of her creative outfits... her wardrobing selections are definitely something to be documented. I've been doing some extremely FBI style internet lurking shit trying to locate something on this girl, but nothin'. I will stay on the hunt, though. Something tells me there is much to discover that would be of quality entertainment.

So yea... fashion week is approaching and the BJ show is on Monday, Feb. 14th. It'll be nice to have something to do on Valentines Day... not only something to do but something super bitchin' to do. God knows last Valentines Day should never be spoken of again. And note to all readers: When your sketchy ass significant other is randly MIA on Valentines Day, try your best to refrain from going out and seeing any love story-esque flicks. Just do yourself a favor and stab yourself in the heart. It'll work faster. Or better yet, find that douche bag and stab him in the eyeballs. Just sayin'. Been there//done that. So long story short, I'm pretty confident this VD (hehe) will take the cake in all my past epic Valentines Day experiences. Who needs manufactured holidays anyways. Might as well take that day to celebrate apparel manufacturing. Heyyyyo. <3

Mmmmmm.... miscellaneous moments:

*The new sublet roomie has just recently busted our her passive aggressive communication methods. It was just a matter of time. I forgot how much I missed living with others.... Mmmmmmm... Rest in peace to the days of discussing your concerns or thoughts, I suppose.

*As I've done in the past when moving to a new city, I got into some light internet dating exploration in efforts to meet some new people and create some kind of poor attempt at a social life. The look: grim. As much as I'd love to go on another date where my company talks shit on me for ordering a Diet Coke at the bar, name drops on all the bands from circa 2003 that he is "totally friends with", and bears a strong resemblance to some kind of love child of Lloyd Christmas from Dumb and Dumber and your average hipster,... I think I am throwing in the towel. Again, I would never be so harsh on the kid (because believe it or not, I love all people and the dude's harmless), but the lack of general social skills in the kit of this 30+ year old individual is just baffling. And when you give me totally wrong directions leading me a good 1/2 mile out of my way in about 5 degree weather with not even an apology, you cut your fuckin' self from the team. Second date? I'm actually trying to quit. But thank you for the Diet Coke and and best of luck to you and your quest for your better half. She's probably homies with the Spice Girls. You'll have conversations that lead you deep into the night as you stare longingly into each other's beer goggles. Lattttttter.

*I took a chance and stopped into the China Star or whatever the fuck the hole in the wall fast food Chinese place is on my street. I need to make it clear that my block in particular (and the couple of blocks in close proximity) hold little variety for the hungry or thirsty. There's one bar called The Black Swan, but you would never know this because there's no kind of signage to let you know it's a running establishment. There is not a coffee shop within blocks, which is my biggest let down. There IS however a KFC a few blocks away, but I'm tryin' to quit. And there are some little corner stores here and there that are pretty gnarly and usually packed to the walls with older black gentlemen. So anyhow, I decide to take the plunge and give China Dragon Garden a try on a late night home from work. I figured you gotta have an ol' trusty grub spot in the neighborhood. While I did have to order my broccoli and rice dinner through plate glass and kept having visions of a robbery of some kind taking place while I was waiting for my food, I would give the experience a solid 5 out of 10. Could've been way worse. I would definitely give 'er another go in total food desperation.

Looking forward to how the rest of the weak unfolds here with the fashion show coming up... Gonna go see a dj I really like play on Friday night in Williamsburg with an SF friend of mine who is coming to town this weekend.... It will be interesting to see the crowd that comes out for this, and I'm happy to be able to get out and do something I like without having to wrangle up some kind of impromptu strange boy to wingman for me. Have some city exploration on the agenda for the weekend as well. Should be some good photo documentation coming your way...

And lastly, one of my favorite discoveries this week came from the internet. If you have not yet seen Catfish, please do yourself a solid and watch it here...


Shit's crazy.

Till next time...

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