NYC Baby!

Beware, its long....only 3 days and so much happened....

New York is my new love. My original love was Washington D.C but not anymore. I would still move there but NY is sooo much cooler. I went with my roommate Jessica as part of the scholars program. We left Thursday evening and drove all night. We arrived in NY at 4:30am but we weren't expected there until 7:30 and our rooms werent even going to be ready until 9:00. So we all put our luggage in a communal room and my roommate and I passed out in two chairs in the lobby. Some people went out into the city, others passed out like us. At 9 we put our things in the room and headed out for the day's events.

We first went to the UN for a tour. Of course, we had to wait for a while to get in but NY is a giant line really. When we got in we got a tour by a Chinese lady for about an hour. It was very interesting just rather long since we were all exhausted. When we finished that we had lunch and headed over to the Appolo Theatre in Harlem. We got sort of lost we were wandering around Harlem looking for it and we passed this one black lady that said "What are all these 'nillas doin' in Harlem?" I said to Jess, "Nillas? What is that the N word for white guys?" It was interesting...The theatre was interesting but the guy sort of irriated me. He was a nice guy and all but drove me crazy when it came to his speech. He was goin for like 15 mins crackin jokes and babbling on about nothing. I was so tired and had an awful headache. Hed sit there and be like, " Well I was talkin to this girl and and and and and and and and and....and and and (just say it kinda fast and that was it) and and and. Oh god I couldn't do it. After he did that a couple times I just put my head down and went to sleep. Apparently it was a good presentation but he said that a lot and I just couldn't listen to it anymore.

So after that hour or so presentation, we had a little free time where my roomie and I crashed in the room. Later that evening we were supposed to go to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown called "The Nice Restaurant". Damn if that wasn't an experience just getting there... The two ladies that were supposed to be getting us from point A to point B had absoloutly no idea where they were going. When we were in the subway the rail we were supposed to be on was under construction so we had to take a detour. That was like the worst thing for these two because they got us all hopelesly lost. I looked at the one gal and said hey, why dont we just ask someone for directions? She actually looked at me and said, "uh, if you wanna ask directions then go ahead..." So I went up to a guy and told him what train we needed and he directed me to a different part of the subway so I lead the group there and imagine, there was our train. We got on there and got off the stop we supposedly needed only to get hopelessly lost all over again.

We were somewhere in NY but no where near Chinatown. We started walking in one direction for several blocks before they decided it was the wrong direction and started walking several more blocks. Finally they got smart again and asked directions. We walked maybe 6 1/2 more blocks before it finally came in sight. We were supposed to be there at 7:30, we left at 7:00 and didn't get there until 8:35. Yeah an hour and a half to get to dinner, it was rediculous. Three girls actually left at one point and just hailed a cab, I wanted my roomie to do that with me but she wouldnt so we walked and I was overly irritated. The dinner was good once we got there. They brought out like 8 courses that each table of like 8 shared. The food was delicious for the most part, some of it was rather interesting. After that Jess and I decided to catch a cab back to the hotel rather than trying the subways again. We got a cab by a guy named Ali who was middle eastern. He was very nice and we chatted all the way back. He drove like the typical New York cabbie: crazy. I thought he was awsome and he was telling us how to properly call a New York cab. "You gotta be like, damnit give me a ride moron!!" I told him I'd remember that for the future. We made it back in less than 20 mins and crashed in the room.

The next day we went to the Metropolitan Musem of Art. It's huge and gorgeous. My favorite part was the Greek and Roman sculptures. I love that kind of art and spent almost 20 minutes in that one room. We were in the museum for a little over an hour, saw most of it but missed a lot too. We were just too tired and had too little time. Jess and I then caught the subway over to catch the boatride out to the Statue of Liberty. The one we wanted was going to go out there and we could go inside but that was sold out. Instead we took just the free 25 min ride that went out and passed by the Statue. It was nice and relaxing. Afterwards we went shopping. We found an awsome store that had jeans for 15 dollars and tanks for 4.99. We went downstairs to try stuff on and they had hundreds of formal dresses crammed together. It was amazing, the dresses were gorgeous and cheap. Jess bought a shirt, my boobs didn't fit any. The interesting thing about New York is that they don't believe in multiple dressing rooms or multiple bathrooms. They had 3 fitting rooms, we had to wait in line for over a half an hour.

At a KFC that we had dinner in, we went to the bathroom and tried to open the door only to hear a male voice shout out "Hold on a minute, Im trying to take a shit here!!" We waited about 15 minutes and he didnt come out so I went back there and knocked on the door again. He said he was almost finished and I told him hurry up. He then opened the door and I said it was the women's bathroom. Then his girlfriend followed out after him as he said the men's was out of use so he had to use the women's. I immediatly knew they were having sex in there and suddenly I didn't have to pee as badly. I turned around and we just walked out. There's my first experience of people having sex in a public place. Yes, I love New York and would move there in a heartbeat. Just like Ali said, "You come to NY and you can't leave it, you just fall in love with it." Well said...

In Memory

My heart is in need of mending

My soul is in need of repair

My strength only carries on for so long

Won’t someone come and lift this burden off me

My hands are tired

My feet are weary

My legs are about to give way

Won’t someone come and just hold me steady

My eyes no longer focus

My hearing starts to fail

The feelings that I once had slip away into the darkness

Won’t someone come and mend this broken shell I used to call home

*~in memory of my Grandfather, Bruce Taylor, who just passed…lost but never forgotten~*

Meaning

What does it mean when someone laughs with you
But then turns away?
What does it mean when someone cries with you
But then is the first to leave your side?
What does it mean when someone stands next to you
But then doesn’t support you?
What does it mean when someone holds your hand
But then lets it fall loosely away?
What does it mean when someone says they trust you
But then questions your every move?
What does it mean when someone says they love you
But then doesn’t have a clue as to who you really are?

Yay for Friends

I want a blog dedicated to my friends. To all those that have shared my life, the good times and the bad. I have so many good memories of all of them, things often times we may only undetstand.
There was a time in junior year, before german class, that my friend Supe and I placed a rather interesting bet...he said we had a quiz that day, I said we didn't. So he said he bet my left boob and I told him if he got my left boob, I got his right testicle. So we asked our teacher and she said we did have a quiz (YES! screams Supe in the background) however, she decided to cancel it just that morning. So technically we didn't have a quiz, so I owned his right ball and he got my left boob since we were both right.
Another time, in senior year, a few of us girls were trying to get my friend Kendra set up with this guy. She was totally out of the loop but managed to hear her name during one of our conversations so she kept badgering us to tell her what was going on. Finally, I turned around after several minutes of her whining and I said, "We're talking about how your hair is turning a nasty shade of green from the massive amount of chlorine in your dirty shower and how you're butt ugly!!" Needless to say, that shut her up real quick and we just all burst out laughing.
During our senior retreat, this guy was reading out all of our names and he came to my friend whom we call Supe. His actual name is Michael Supe but his first name was lost long long ago. So when he heard us call him Supe he was like "what do they call him? sushi?" We burst out laughing again and kept calling him sushi for the rest of the day. He finally got irritated and yelled at us but we still teased him the rest of the year.
This other time in senior year, Laura, Kendra, Jessie and I were all in AP European History together. We were bored before class so we declared a dance party from this dvd that I have at my house. We started dancing around while our teacher and the rest of the class looked at us with this really strange look. We kept laughing and dancing until the bell rang.
Last summer I went with my best friend Brandi and her parents down to Florida for a vacation. We can have so much fun together doing absolutely nothing. On the long drive down we did Madlibs and joked about anything and everthing. I have a problem where if I drink a lot of pop and then get stuck in a car for long periods of time, laughing my ass off, I have to pee really bad. So her poor dad had to stop so I could pee and I kept telling Brandi not to make me laugh so hard, but that just didn't work. So I would sit there and say really loud " I have to PEEEEEEE!!!!" She would start to crack up and turn all shades of red and purple because she couldn't breathe. Even her parents had to laugh at that. That was definitly one of the most entertaing car rides I've ever had. No, that probably was the most entertaining...Anyways, when we were down there, we went to this restaurant and it had a back deck and a walkway where you could go towards the sea. So we went out there for pictures and whatnot. There was a terrible three guy "band" playing and the guy was singing god awful music. One of the songs had this refrain on "Jamaican me crazy..." For some reason I thought this was incredibly funny. I couldn't get over how corny and hilarious it was. So Brandi got a kick out me laughing to the point I could barely walk. I probably looked drunk. To this day, we'll randomly start singing that refrain and still think its funny.
I am fortunate to have so many great friends, I could put a lot more stories here from me and my friends, but it would be too long. These are just some of my friends and our stories. I love them all and will forever hold them close to my heart.