I guess I'm not technically breaking it up if I'm still blogging, but I meant all the blogs being upon a certain topic and what-what. Not that I have to explain myself to you. -_-. ANYWAY, I'm awake. I've been awake for a long time, because apparently 30 minute naps can fuck you so hard and fast you'll be unable to sleep! Just in case you were curious. So here I am, back on the internet.Just so you know, I did get off for a long time. I tried to sleep, fell in and out of consciousness, tossed and turned, and then gave up. Then I played on my phone, downloaded some things, got some water, went to the bathroom. NOW, I'm online again, talking to you! Isn't that fun? Today, I might go shopping with my aunt. Depending on if she was serious or not. She said she had to go food shopping. The other aunt it going to a doctors appointment. IDK what for, I don't care and I didn't ask. It's nice outside, according to my window. It rained earlier this morning. Hard enough to catch my attention. I like the pitter-patter noise the rain makes when it hits the AC.
I've noticed that I've begun to block out the Subway noise as it roars past. Seriously, its right outside the window. Not close enough to touch or anything, but it's still impressive to little ol' me. I can hear cars passing, buses, sirens, police cars, ambulances, people yelling. It's very entertaining to just lay here and listen. But there does come an hour, eventually, where even Brooklyn goes quiet. Not for long. It's only about an hour or so until something else happens, and this is not including the subway that runs literally every five minutes.All day. All night. Fuck the weather.
The subway train doesn't give a shit about anything. It just foes and goes and goes. It keeps on coming and going. Whether you're on it or not. Walkin too slow? Wait for the next one. Miss your stop? Sucks to be you. It's extremely exhilarating to stand on a subway platform and feel the wind rush by as it speeds past you at upwards of 60mph. The air is hot, but its frigid compared to the station's usual temperature. As I'm sure you can guess, I enjoy riding the subway.
My aunts prefer driving.
But they've lived here a long time and the thrill of New York is gone for them. As someone famous once said according to a quote I read online: "The problem with living in New York is that you don't have New York to runaway to."
And in all honesty, that makes perfect sense. Who wants to run from the city that has everything to the city that has nothing? Do you know how frustrating that would be? That's how I'm going to feel when I get back to WA I just know it. Right now, if I so chose, I could walk down the street and get breakfast. Pretty much whatever I wanted. Burger King? Sure. Chinese? Alright. Mexican? Jamaican? Soul? McDonalds? Pizza? Fuckin salmon? Whatever you want. If you've got the money for it. It's amazing. It reminds me of a very elaborate Seattle. Except, there's so much more culture. Seattle has a China Town. New York has Jew Town. China Town, Little Italy, Tiny Africa. They have everything. I'm pretty sure they have Little Ireland/Scotland around here too, but I haven't heard about it.
Everything is right at your fingertips in this place. It's really baffling. Seriously, some of my aunts friends came over the other day and they were like "Oh, we just saw Tom Hanks." Now, I don't give a shit about Tom Hanks. But the point is, they just randomly ran into a famous movie star on the street. That shit doesn't fucking happen where I'm from! Bitch please! I wish I would see Scarlett Johansson walking through Pike Place like she doesn't have a care in the world. For real? I'd flip the fuck out! But out here? Eh. Happens.
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?
Maybe I'm just a small town girl, visiting a real big city. Maybe I'm just a sheltered kid in over her head. But if I see someone really famous while I'm here, and I recognize them? Guess who's getting a picture. This bitch.
Anyway, I'm going to go see if there's something else I can do on the internet other than bother you guys. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I really was hella sleepy in the last post. I have no idea what happened!
1 comment:
LOL I love you.
Sweetness
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