Le Trois-Day Weekend

May 26, 2012:
I felt underdressed as I watched Wes Anderson's Moonrise Kingdom in a heavily decorated theatre. Harkins has been put to shame. We then went to the Dekalb Market where goods and edibles were sold from upcycled truck beds. It was an interesting place, but when it started pouring, the gypsies closed shop. So we  went to Shake Shack instead. We went to the bar, and after one beer, the night ended with a pounding headache and a fragile stomach at the cusp of revisiting Shake Shack. AIN'T NO SHAME IN ALCOHOL INTOLERANCE.

Gypsy Market.

Some gypsies were spotted before they melted under the rain.

Ain't nothin like in the world like $4563168321 Ore-Ida fries.

I vowed that I would finish.

And I succeeded, but I kinda didn't.

May 27, 2012: 

We met with a friend of Michelle's and started off at 14th street Chelsea Market where everyone was either buying wicker baskets from the basket shop or eating lobster from a mysterious vendor. We picnic-ed with some deli sanwiches at Chelsea Piers and attempted to play frisbee until the Hudson River gobbled up our privilege. We weaved our way through the city up to 42nd street Bryant Park passing through The Highline and Times Square on the way. We feasted in Chinatown and had dessert in little Italy. ALL THE WHILE HUNTING FOR FLEETWEEK SAILORS TO BANG.

New York City aspires to bring you the world of Alice in Wonderland.

Ohmagawd, there's like so much public art around here.

We faced my fear of helicopters, and revisited my fear of the show ER.

Disneyland would not allow this disgrace.

FLEETWEEK.

They were looking for friends. They didn't want to be our friends.

itcanbeverycomplicatedtoachieveModern.

We got over my fear of soft shell crab.

AND THEN WE HAD DESSERT.

yussss.

May 28, 2012: 

We went to Coney Island and checked out the beach bods and the not so beach bods all to motivate my own workout regimen that still has not started. We toasted in the sun and ate some Caprese Salad, played beach football, and played in the beach water. When my feet convinced themselves that they were walking on slimy ocean fish, I frantically swam ashore and walked along until I saw some awesome parents washing their baby in the ocean. At that point, I automatically regretted my decision to play in this water. After a sun drenched day, who doesn't want to wash it down with a milkshake and then some sushi? APPARENTLY I WANTED TO.

"No one's gonna go to Coney Island on Memorial Day!"

"Git ready for a sunglass tan."

I don't know what child wouldn't want a Michael Jackson Doll.

Tuh-day: 

I put on my old lady pants today and went home after work, made some salad, and ate leftovers. WE'VE BEEN LIVING ON THIS STUFF:

ONLY ONE DAMN DOLLA HOLLA.

This is how I feel today. Is it good? Is it bad? I CAN'T EVEN TELL.

YUSS.

3 Days Grace

My thoughts and actions from the previous 3 days:

MAY 22, 2012

So I got on the Subway to get to werk. I'm standing there holding on as the subway jerks and turns through the bowels of New York. I feel a tickle on my arm, and I look down to wipe away the strands of hair from whoever's wench scalp is balding and what do I find is on my arm? A ROACH. I shake it off. Nobody says anything, nobody notices, nobody cares. This is New York.

I meet up with Michelle at 14th St Union Square after work and we walk through the East Village until we find a place to eat called Just Sweet. I previously discussed how businesses are often wrongly named around here, and Just Sweet is no different than the others because, sure, they sell boba tea, grass jelly, and green tea ice cream, but what are they doing selling pork dumplings and eel over rice with teriyaki sauce? Focus people! Well the chairs were badly upholstered and it looked like they made use of child labor in regards to decoration and window advertising, but I wasn't as offended as Michelle seemed. I don't know what it was about that day, but Michelle flicked a baby roach off my shoulder in the restaurant. She is not disclosing the information, but for all I know, it was a baby roach. I believe them creepy crawlies love salmon-colored blazers or I just didn't shower correctly the night before.

We watched baby cribs, families watching TV, and some lonely people browsing the internet for porn 

through the homes that line the subway track on the Brooklyn bound train. The goal is to spot ugly naked man and I caught a flash of one shirtless man. CLOSE ENOUGH.

JUST sweets, right?

Right.

Wrong.

WRONG.

He invited me.

And he let me.

SO I TOOK ADVANTAGE.

These bitches was jealous.

MAY 23, 2012

I take the train to work sympathizing for Peeta Malark. Damn, I hate the Hunger Games trilogy. Thank gawd I'm about 200 pages away from the end of it all. I get to help out with a few things at the Bestdesignfirminnewyork and I don't feel like a completely useless intern. Afterwards, I roam the Financial District and Lower Manhattan that surrounds the office. I go towards buildings that I find enticing so I pass the New York Stock Exchange and then find my way towards the Freedom Towers that are in the process of erection. It's a beautiful erection. I try to find the World Trade Center Memorial, but from the signs, I feel like there's a fee. I don't feel like paying today so I go towards another building. I never made it though because I was distracted by Korean takos. I have gone through enough underwear that I will be fresh out by this Friday. To make my stay official, Michelle did my FIRST LOAD OF LAUNDRY FOR THE SUMMA.

New York Stock Exchange. Where the hope of America died.

Korean Takos and aloe water. I was feeling adventurous.

MAY 24, 2012

I went to work. Got out of work. Tried my hand at the bus system in Long Island and failed. Went to Red Lobster near Michelle's place of work, with Michelle of course. Got home really late. Gotta be up by 7am tomorrow! GAHD.

I'm an Idiot

How did my first day of my internship go? I felt like I was in the 8th grade all over again: uncomfortable, awkward, and useless. If things keep going this way, sounds like 8th grade will be the rest of my life.

I did sit in on a meeting with the interior designer and architect today. I was completely enthralled by their dialogue. It was like a poem the way they spoke about the drawings, the materials, the furnishings, all the while weaving in conversation about the jobs of the others on the team and their client. In those moments, everyone in the world had a purpose in this project. So there is a flicker of hope for myself as I will use the future to strive for that eloquence and understanding.

I just finished Catching Fire and I'm highly sensitive right now. I HATE THESE BOOKS. 

I'm insecure.

But it was a beautiful, rainy day.

And I hope this guy never finds this blahg.

Couch Party

I woke up yesterday at 8:45AM in a pitch black room, and I was not motivated  to try and find an exit until 11AM. There were no plans for the day so I got dressed into some presentable day clothes since my house clothes have consisted of a mumu and flip flops with the word "Babe" bejeweled into the thong ever since. I took the trusty and reliable MTA to Soho to scope out some ICFF (International Contemporary Furniture Fair) events and found myself in the Herman Miller, and later, the FLOR shop.

Michelle and I later got ourselves primped up to go to some couch parties in celebration of the ICFF that I was RSVP'd for from my boss. We started the night at F L O S lighting company. It was an awkward situation standing in a room with strange design people and wine and cheese twists in vases. These cheese twists were basically mangled and deformed Cheez-Its. After we took care of Michelle's drinking problem at F L O S, we met the man who will be my boss at my internship as well as an architect who is part of the team and two other delightful girls. We had dinner at a restaurant near NYU called something like Red Bamboo. Michelle and I thought they served Chinese food, but in actuality, it was vegan/vegetarian cuisine. Names for businesses here are very misleading. We live near a Mexican Express. You would think it was Mexican food, but no, it's a car service business. Anyways, I learned many cool things about the team I will be working with at the Bestdesignfirminnewyorkcity and I am super excited and a little less nervous about starting work TOMORROW.

The Ray Eames crow at the Herman Miller Shop. My design peeps know!

You're just a cosmetically altered Cheez-It!

F L O S plaster lamp. Genius.

Couch Party...kinda.

I almost bought one but I'm too cheap.

He was waiting for me to sex it.

And a beady-eyed baby would have been the result.

Lyke mai moomoo?

I do clean up well though.

Today, Michelle studied for her final final tomorrow, and I lounged around being a little schoolgirl yet again reading a good portion of Suzanne Collins' Catching Fire. To my peeps who have read this book already...THE QUARTER QUELL AIN'T FAIR. I only wore my mumu for a few hours I promise. I cooked weird tofu fettucini for two and vegetable stir fry with brown rice as a back up. Thank God for that back up because that tofu shit was nasty. MMKBAI.

The tofu noodles had an authentic aroma and we did not heed this warning. DGAF.

Love Phoenix or Leave Phoenix

I am a college student who sold my soul to the Interior Design program and Arizona State University. Thank goodness the university holds our right to graduate hostage unless we obtain a design internship because that motivated me to find work in New York. I was recently hired as an intern at the Bestdesignfirminnewyorkcity. So I flew 2000 miles from Phoenix, AZ to Brooklyn, NY yesterday, and I'm staying for the summer!  It was a good flight. I spent the majority of the time being a little schoolgirl reading a good amount of Catching Fire, the second installment of the Hunger Games trilogy. 

My sister Michelle was at work and left me to fend for myself when I arrived at the JFK airport so I took a taxi to her place. With $60 in hand, I prayed that traffic wouldn't run the ride past that amount. I made it to Michelle's apartment in one piece, and I spent the evening grocery shopping and cooking a nice vegetable soup and caprese salad for two. No drinking, no clubbing just a night with a home-cooked meal and some of Alton Brown's Good Eats reruns. SORRY I'M SO BORING.

KTHNXBAI.

How Welcoming.

ISAIDHOWWELCOMING.