i'll fill you in like an application

so what kind of blog is this? i haven't had internet in over a week. but i do now. and i've done some cool things this week, and i've had a pretty hard time here and there as well.

i got in last monday and had no bed, and no sleeping bag, and poor charles was pretty sure she was gonna die.

so i ended up sleeping on a mattress in the basement of my building (sounds like the beginning of a snuff film).. but wait! it was safe! because... there was only a door separating me from the muslim masjed that also occupies the basement of my building. i told my mom this that night and i think i gave her nightmares.

day two was full of ikea bullshit. you can't get me to go back there alone, i won't do it. hellish.

day three finds me with a bed (finally!) and from there the ball gets rolling and it's been pretty good ever since.

i met a few cool people, a lot of movers, a couple shakers, and a high school teacher who gifted me with the knowledge of the N... my new favorite thing, because it gets me from bay ridge (which is kind of far, really) into times square in about thirty minutes. on the R it takes an hour... i about cried when i realized this. 

but no worries! i've got the N! i will be alright!

plus the N is full of weirdos. which suits me well, except for the man with pus coming out of his lips that came in behind a mexican man with a guitar and staggered directly.... next to me, of course. so the man with the guitar is playing this beautiful sad spanish song... sounded like it must have been about love, losing love, hunger of the soul.... and man next to me proceeds to pick the hardened pus off his lips and wipe it on his shirt. at this point, torn because i hate to be the person who is repulsed and can't take it but not sure what kind of disease this man must have because i haven't seen a thing like it before, i got up and stood by the door, and spent the rest of the ride looking outside, because the N train goes up on a bridge and you can see the lights of manhattan. this is another reason i like it so much.

so today i'm going to take a class at school... covering the obama presidency, and do some more organizational bullshit which is irritating but necessary, and overall i should have a good day.

i got an email from the NYU people telling me to resubmit some other piece of writing to be considered for a master's program that you basically mold yourself... sounds kind of cool and interesting and i'm happy (vindicated?) that they asked me, but CUNY has really got what it is i'm looking for, couldn't be better, i couldn't be more excited.

but i might go to the meet and greet, because i now realize they serve free booze! and i can schmooze, which is one of my natural gifts.

so now you're somewhat caught up. i won't leave you hanging in suspense for so long again.