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19 September 2006 @ 02:29 am
So, at first Jenny and I thought our upstairs female neighbors were the first cool people we've met in our neighborhood. I've never seen them or anything, and Jenny's hardly talked to them - aside from the time our ceiling started leaking last week and she asked if they were using the shower - but we both noticed with glee that they were cranking some Led Zeppelin at max volume at around 10:30 tonight. The roomies and I figured someone (or both of them) were having sex and that explained for the loudness of the music on a weeknight. Nevertheless, it isn't rap, it isn't shitty R&B, and it isn't that fucking reggaeton nonsense that's blasted from our Super as well as any automobile sitting around not driving on our block. We thought about going up there and congratulating them on their taste in music, but if they were indeed having sex, they surely didn't need to be interrupted.

However, since then, they've proceeded to play a selection from Limp Bizkit's greatest hits before moving on down the line to The Best of Journey. Oh yes, the wheel in the sky does INDEED keep on turnin'. But, that doesn't mean we want its name mentioned at 1:30 in the morning!

The madness has since stopped, though. Now, it's just eerily quiet, like that quiet right before a hooker pees on you. I keep expecting the musical barrage to slide further into the Winger/Warrant/Whitesnake realm, finally degenerating into full blown Nelson/Right Said Fred/Twisted Sister territory. This is our concern, Dude.

I'm staying up to finish the novel tonight (page 160 at the moment). This comes on the heels of me setting my alarm for 1:00pm to go out and get me a checking account. I researched many different banks in the NYC area ("Many" meaning One), before realizing that it was stupid to go with any bank besides Washington Mutual - of which there are plenty here in the New York area. For some reason -- Oh Christ in Hell, the girls have deemed it necessary for an ENCORE performance of Journey's "Don't Stop Believin' ... when did this place turn into a shitty Karaoke Bar? -- I knew coming in that New York had a plethora of WaMus; I don't know why I didn't just transfer all my funds before I left (Oh, wait, I remember now, because I'm a lazy asshole).

So, I did that today. For some reason, whenever I tell someone I just met that "I just moved here a few weeks ago," the first thing out of their mouths is, "How do you like it?" But, not necessarily in that off-the-cuff, natural sort of way. More like, "What the hell were you THINKING? Didn't you hear this place is NUTS?" sort of way. It's like they expect my response to be, "Holy fuck man! I can't stand it! Why did I pick New York of all places?"

(ahh yes, the Wheel in the Sky turns again ... I think it's time to invest in a line of rocket-launchers)

Really, I don't get what the big deal is about New York. I think the girl who set me up with my checking account said it best; she said she hates it here, but she could never leave. I think that's how most native New Yorkers feel. Like, if you're here all your life, it's a fucking depressing cesspool, but you're so used to being in the busy big city that anything less leaves you feeling unfulfilled somehow. Fortunately, I wasn't born here, so I can look on at my time here with wonder and awe. Because you're definitely looking at a different lifestyle when you're here. There's no doubt about that.

Anyway, that was my big event of the day. Now I can look forward to filling out the rest of that online application to the temp agency. But first, the novel. I even took a nap today after I got back from the bank just to ensure I'd have the energy to finish tonight.
 
 
Current Mood: God, it actually is "Journey's Greatest Hits"
Current Music: track 4: Journey - Faithfully