RAin!!

Uh! It's been raining for a week. I'm damp. Yesterday I tried unsuccessfully to purchase some rubber boots. They are sold out everywhere. I hope it stops soon.

This week has been nice. I'm at work for the first time since Sunday. I have been at the studio everyday and have actually gotten somewhere. Also I was just notified that my supplies have arrived, so I can start casting a.s.a.p. The lack of materials has forced me to discover latex and fabric. It's been fun. I'm on a less rigid path.

Aristocracy v.s. Democracy

i went out last night on accident. Angela, Berlin Sally, and I went to grab a couple of beers. Four pitchers later we were still at the bar. I didn't get home until four in the morning. Gave a guy my phone number. He was a bit quirky, which could be endearing, or horrifying. I'm forcing myself to see it through. He had a theory on aristocracy v.s. democracy. I think there were some gaping holes in his argument...which he tried to patch, but I'm still not sure if I buy it. Interesting though, I'm down for different, intelligent people, as long as he doesn't turn out to be a freak. I haven't given out my phone number since I hung out with Doctor DJ: heir to studio 54, proud owner of Daisy the cat who only drinks out of the tap and wears pearls instead of a collar. Way back in the early days of NYC. Never mind that he never called me, never mind that I changed my phone number a week after we met. Eh, there was a window, no one opened it. I'll try harder this time.

The boy who cried Al-Qaida

It's hard to believe that its been a week since I last posted the synopsis of my week

Saturday night: Had Oatmeal stout, pumpkin ale, and nachos prior a showing to "Corpse Bride" (predictable but adorable) with Angela. We sat in Union Square drinking coffee and comparing recent culture shock. She's from Chattanooga, (and has lived at home for the last 25 years). I'm feeling like she's on the more electrified end of the cultural prod.
Sunday: I arrived at work about ten minutes late due to typical weekend train service. Forty five minutes later my coworker Heather still hadn't arrived. Heather never came in. She had emailed an half and hour before work that she Quit. One of the owners roped her son in for a couple of hours.
I met Shaden after work at the south side seaport. Greeted by shaking buildings and deafening sound, there was a moment of serious "lets get the hell out of here" contemplation. A man in passing assured us the noise came from the Indian festival (our destination). Fireworks in the city is a whole new ballgame. It's intense, but against a cityscape...Breathtaking.
We ran into an ex boyfriend of Shadina's...The Chico connection just never quits. Ended the night at the Thirsty Scholar where the hot Irish bartender gave us a bouquet of leftover flowers and I traded one for a ciggy on the trek home.
Monday: Dinner party, where Atchie made his lemon drench Greek fried cheese and olive oil fried veggies. The best ever! Great conversation and good food.
Tuesday: Class.
Wed: We had an opening at the Times Square gallery. Where I lost my keys, that genius Angela found after 20 min of frantic searching. Beer, beer, beer. Breakfast style dinner at a cafe and then more beer.
Then work work work. Thursday my boss informed us of a press conference, held to address terrorist threats. Her husband, a fox affiliate, was in attendance.

I got a couple of concerned phone calls from the west coast. What do ya do? You fucking ride the subway. Terrorists promote terror and I refuse to be afraid. Not that I want to end my relatively short live. But what do I do about it? I could die at any time. People drive like lunatics here. There are stairs everywhere and I'm a spaz. Not to mention the carcinogens.

Sleep Deprivation got me down

I am beat down. This morning I peeled myself off of Shaden's couch in the east village to make the weary trek home at six thirty. I took an hour and a half to get home including a much needed coffee stop and a serious trek to the subway. The trains suck on the weekends... Good luck getting anywhere on time. When I got home I showered and then tried to snooze a bit. The coffee that helped me home, kept real sleep out. Then, rumpled and still wet, I dressed in baggy clothes and sneaks and headed for work. Gary and I were both late... And I could give a *&%!
I'm here now. No boss ladies today.
Last night I made my usual post work stroll to Washington Square to eat dinner and chill, maybe listen to some tunes. There were no tunes last night. Just some dude trying to sell some rock... And a shit load of rats, all over the park like skinny tailed squirrels. Fuck man....I've never seen that many before just roaming. Dinner was shoveled fast. No rock or rabies for me. I bought myself a huge Heini and a Guinness. At Shaden's I downed three black and tans, smoked a bit of the reefer with her roomie. It doesn't take much. Then I had a cig, choc cake, and coffee. Every mediocre vice was fair play.
I left a lot of random text messages about rats last night. I think I confused a couple of folks.
I also spoke to Camas. She relayed a the usual bad news about Lisa, and a sweet greeting from Mike. If only I could teleport him here for one night.

So tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of waiting....

For yoooooouuu! Man I'm beat. I've just spent the better part of the day moving furniture. No...Not into a new apartment. I tried to get that great room close to work on Bleecker Street, but alas fate would not have it so. I met with one of the guys on Monday and then we tried to set up another meeting several times so I could meet the other two boys. But it just wasn't working out. Meanwhile all these girls were calling me in regards to my current living situation. Everyday is filled with work and school. There isn't time to breathe until Monday. I just felt it was too hectic and that perhaps I would be better off just staying put. After my conversation with Tara things have been much better. We were victims of Communication Breakdown, even though the bitch sure can talk! I think too much oral noise can be a hindrance, after awhile all I hear is "wa, wa, wa."
No, all the furniture moving occurred at work. This is a stressful thing to move antiques in an already crowded store. One wrong move and thousands of dollars in damage. For someone just trying to keep they're head above the poverty line it's extra anxiety building.

Wow, this week was a blur. I can't believe the weekend is approaching once again. Somehow I've managed to become super busy. I thrive on it. There was too much time in Oregon. To much thinking time is bad for me. I get neurotic instead of analytical. And then I just annoy myself. I prefer my chill nonchalant persona, rather than the feminine Woody Allen impersonater that pops up when life is slow.

So I guess things are good. I am perpetually single. That is good and bad. I wouldn't mind companionship and the occasional fuck (oh goodness did I just say that? How uncouth!). I have joined the masses of single woman in New York scouting out single men. At school the boys have girlfriends, are married, gay, or just too weird (think cucumbers). I relish my independence...maybe a little too much, but a girl needs prospects, even if nothing pans out. I miss Portland Mike.

Shaden and Emily want to go out tonight the more I think about it the better it sounds. Mama needs to blow of some steam. Work hard, play hard. This philosophy gets a little harder with each passing year. Lets pretend I didn't say that. Denial is an excellent coping mechanism.

Alls Good in the Hood

Last night I invited Tara out for a drink. We talked and sorted everything out. Whew!

Single White Female

My goodness I've had my share of new experiences thus far. I have two roommates. One I like, and one mmmmmh not so much. I've ranted a tad in previous postings.
Kaela is a nice Korean chick with her head on straight, sweet, considerate, and not the least bit annoying. Tara is an exceedingly annoying, self absorbed, motor mouthed, drama queen. For the last month or so Kaela was struggling with the idea of going home. In the last week she finally came to a decision to do it. Because of a job opportunity she ended up leaving a lot sooner than any of us expected. She flew out this afternoon. She left our apartment last night on a wave of drama.
I was hanging out with a few friends at our local beer garden. When I reached for my phone to check the time I noticed Kaela had called me four times (unusual). Upon returning her call I found her extremely upset. Apparently, Tara returned from her parents house and completely flipped. She hurled a shoe at Kaela's head. What the fuck! She then locked Kaela out of the house while she showed the room to a potential candidate saying that Kaela would be a bad influence. No shit!
Hearing this amongst my friends in what otherwise would be a mellow, drama free occasion, my stomach tightened. I couldn't even finish my potato perogis. On a whim I've been checking craigslist periodically to see available housing. I emailed these guys who have an absurdly cheap room just a couple blocks from my work in an amazing neighborhood. I made an interview with them on Monday just before I went to meet up with my friends.

Rent check two weeks early! Crazy bitch throwing things at my head! Deposit check! Paid rent two weeks early! 1250 dollars! $$$$$ Fuck! Why did I give her that check when she asked for it two weeks early!

These were the thoughts racing. I called the bank immediately and had a stop payment placed on the check.
When I got home Kaela was just leaving and Tara was in her room.
Kaela and I said our goodbyes.
Tara emerged from her room a couple of hours later to inquire if the keys had been left and informed me that the new roommate would be moving in on Monday.

Whew! I didn't want to broach the subject then, lest a hurricane of objects be launched in the general vicinity of my dome. Today I changed my accounts and got a P.O. box... Just in case. Then I called Tara and asked if she'd like to meet me out for a drink. I just want to let her know that I canceled my rent check and if I decide to stay I'll give her money on the first. If I end up moving I'll find a roommate. If I can't find one, she can keep my deposit. If she tries to fling shoes in my general direction I will not hesitate to lift her above my head and bring her down upon my knee and break the bitch in half. I could do it. Pilates and push ups.

Actually the thought of physical violence just pisses me off. And that will definitely be an aspect of our conversation. It was the true catalyst of the stop payment. I am going to try and keep my feelings as neutral as possible (a.n.a.p.). I've listened to the way she speaks to her "loved one's", for some reason the thought of her freaking out and flinging things at strangers doesn't seem that far fetched. I rarely lose my temper. When I do it's not pretty. In fact, I hate it. That is not the goal this evening. I want this situation to be as painless as possible (a.p.a.p.). My feet won't get wet or dirty. Everything's going to be cool baby. Cool. Fingers Crossed.