Recent Developments

So when I woke up this morning (mildly hungover) this song was suck in my head.

In my defense, I really do hustle everyday.

Maybe you didn’t step outside today. Just in case, let me tell you, it was beautiful. After sufficiently lounging/recovering, I took a stroll with a roommate through the East Village. The specific purpose of this stroll was to secure some Belgian waffles, which were allegedly to be found at 45.5 Avenue A (no joke). Sadly, it turns out that 45.5 has since been converted from it’s original form as a Belgian Waffle farm into an apartment building, much to the chagrin of the Belgians I’m sure.

Afterwards we just wandered around the East Village, which I can safely say was amazing. This was the very first time I honestly felt like I really live in the city, as opposed to just staying in an apartment and occassionally scuttling out for alcohol and tacos.

… then we stopped at the Thirsty  Scholar and had a few drinks

I will now conclude this post, like a boss

Breaking With The Theme

Yeah, I’m moving past the theme I started this blog with.

TOE PANCAKE

Write a five-item list of things you’d actually be willing to chop off your pinkie-toe for.

To-Do List

If I’m going to start actin (and I’m going to start acting) I need to do the following.

1. Get a second job
2. Save enough $$$ to live for 3 months without any work
3. Get a headshot (not a headshot, mind you, a headshot)
4. Monologues monologues monologues
5. Give Sande Shurin the letter
6. Learn how to act
7. ACT
8. ???
9. PROFIT also HAPPINESS

I Thought The Inauguration Was a Dead Giveaway

First post, and I’m staying from the goal of this blog.

So I’m ill today, some cold/flu/whatever, same as the last two days.  I decided to go into work a few hours late, thinking I’ll get more done with a little more rest, as opposed to sitting in my chair like a zombie envying the dead.

(spoiler alert : it was actually a good idea)

Well I run from my humble apartment to the subway station, after getting a voice-mail from Red asking me for work that I was supposed to have done a week ago.  Not entirely my fault, couldn’t get with a supervisor to finish it.  However, shit flows downhill, and from where I am I can’t even see the mountaintop.  So I go to swipe into the subway, and my card is empty.  My 30 day unlimited is up.  However, my monthly train ticket has a metro card on the back, so I go to put another 30-day unlimited on that.

The fucking machine just eats my $200 train ticket, and tells me there was an error.

So after 30 minutes of telling the very-nice subway attendant, I have to buy a $6 card and get on my way.  Needless to say, I miss my train, and have to wait for the next one.  There I am, reading the times, when a tourist starts talking to me.  She seems mostly sane, so I talk right back to her.

I was wrong.

Within 5 minutes she’s SCREAMING at the janitor for staring at her (spoiler alert : he wasn’t), telling me terrorists want to attack America purely because of NYC, and that everything is going to be ok when McCain finally takes office, because Obama didn’t actually win the presidency everyone just thinks he did.

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I LOVE THIS CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!