It’s like a moment I had dreamed of. I’m all alone in my dorm room. I had planned to go to sleep at three, which would have been the sensible thing to do. But I realized that I hadn’t brushed my teeth and I was very hungry so I had a glass of almond milk.
Today, I think, was a realization of what fantastic shape I am in. I rode my bike 3 miles (mostly uphill) from the train station in Hawthorne to the University. I keep looking in the mirror, and I’m developing this lean, muscular frame. It’s like I’m having a second puberty—discovering what my body can be like without the laziness-inducing bullshit of driving everywhere.
I’m also realizing I’m having a lot of dreams that take place on public transit. Most of my dreams where I’m going somewhere I’m either on the subway, on a plane, or on a New Jersey Transit train. I’m enjoying the novelty of dreaming in subway.
I’ve long had a love affair with trains, started by my grandpa. He owns a real caboose that’s on his property. He would make model trains from scratch, and the caboose was full of them, with tracks and dioramas winding around everywhere. It was such a fantastic sight. I would always make fantastical tracks for my model trains to go on using my legos and blocks.
I also need to start getting to sleep at a reasonable hour. It’s really bad when two o’clock in the morning rolls around and it feels like it’s still early.
Tonight I went to Marseille with Yevgeny. We were going to go to that organic burger place, but it turns out the reason that I could never find it was because it went out of business. At least I’m not crazy.
I think next weekend we’re going to my aunt’s house. I’m not sure whether I’m excited or not. I love seeing my aunt and uncle, and (especially) my cousins, but I have a hard time getting comfortable there. As my grandpa once exclaimed, there isn’t a comfortable chair in the whole house.
I don’t know why I was in such a bad mood this weekend— when I was at lunch today my mom asked if she’d done something to offend me. She knows me too well to be able to lie. I might have been in a bad mood because I wanted to see Jon more. I also haven’t and terribly thrilled with thinking about the sheer depth of poverty I’m in. However, next month that’s going to change. My cell phone bill should be about $30 less. Taking the train should save me $16 a month, and I’m not drinking until my credit card is below $4,000. Also, I’m going to try to ride my bike around the city instead of taking the subway. Is that too cheap? I don’t think I could really do that, since I don’t think I’ll be locking up my $400 bike to anything and hope to find it still there hours later. That’s stupidity, not frugality.
I would like to do more biking in the city though. Next week I’m going to ride my bike into the city and go to my bike shop to have it tuned up. The gears are slipping like crazy, which they said would happen and I need to bring it to them to have them tune it up. I’m really glad I bought it at that store because they basically will maintain it forever for free. Toga Bikes = awesome.
Then I think I’m going to see how many times I can ride around Central Park.
Can I just take a second to say
OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE NEW YORK CITY
Sometimes I’ll be walking down a street, fiddling with my phone or something, then look up and realize I’m in MANHATTAN. I have to say, moving here has benefited me in so many ways. I absolutely LOVE L-O-V-E love the city.
Oh, it was my mom’s birthday this weekend. Let me post the video I took of her cutting her (third) cake. It’s pretty hilarious.
Also, here’s a pic of Nomi I snapped at the party on Saturday.
And a few of the New York Times building at 3a.m.:
And, last but not least, graffiti. Because everybody fucking loves taco nite.
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