NewYorkSteve (newyorksteve) wrote,

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Unoriginal Opening Title

There's always the temptation in a case like this to title the first post of a new journal with something like: "A New Beginning" or "The Journey Begins" or "I'm a total douchebag who can't think of anything original, so I use words like New and Begin and Era to make myself sound important." But, I'm not gonna do that to you here. You're welcome.

I got here, that's what's important. I couldn't tell you HOW I got here, but I'm here. After a night like last night, it's probably good to be ANYWHERE.

Do you know how much a 5-hour flight sucks? Almost as much as getting to watch the double feature combo of "She's The Man" and "Failure To Launch." If I didn't already feel like throwing up, I'm sure watching the babyfat-filled cheeks of Amanda Bynes dressed as a boy trying to share comedic chops with David Cross (in probably his most ill-advised role ever) would've done the trick had I not been so out of it.

So, I've got a lesson for all you crazy kids who might decide to pull anchor and move across the country: When you're shipping the bulk of your clothes via UPS ground (which takes about 7 days), and like an idiot you only manage to pack 2 pairs of shorts, 2 button down shirts, 2 T-shirts, 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of boxers, and 1 pair of white socks (inexplicably also packing 1 pair of black dress socks) with you in a checked bag on the plane, make sure the rest of your clothes arrive NOT next fucking Thursday! I'm gonna have to go commando or hump my shit to the laundromat every other day!

And did I mention how shitty the cab ride was? I'm not gonna lie to you, when the driver farts without care multiple times, you're gonna wish you hadn't sat directly behind him like I did. It was only $54, but I had to sit there and read him the directions because he doesn't know Brooklyn at all. AND I had to pay the toll when we drove through the Holland Tunnel into New York. Even at post 9pm, traffic here is a pig-fucker.

But, when I finally got here and saw my roommates (Jenny, Emily, and Liz) sitting around with their friend (and newly acquired by me) Henry drinking wine and eating homemade cheese pizza on whole wheat crust, the calm and the ease came flooding right into my BONES. I'm home. I dropped my shit on the floor, grabbed a chair and a slice and soaked it all in.

Next week I get my own room, which doubles as the walk-thru and the entrance room to the apartment. Second floor overlooking . . . actually I have no clue. Kinda intimidating outside when I got here; AND a little less than an hour ago I heard someone shoot off 6 rounds just down the block. Other than that, though, things are peachy keen.

I'll have more as it develops, but it's been a long fucking day and I'm itching to do some sleeping

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