Short Sweet Sour Chicken

It is nearly 2 am in Boston.

Enough said.

I like leopard prints and vintage stores.

I've jitters in my stomach at the thought of New York.

I hope I survive.

I hope you survive.

Apocalypse, 2012.

West, East Coast

I'm slowly making my way over to the wonderful, and fabulous, east coast. Currently, residing in a hotel in Portland, OR with my folks, my dad typing away documents on his computer, my mother watching her soap, and moi, blogging, and missing my dear sister terribly who has just left for home. 

I've got a cute pair of jeans, or 3, and some sweaters and some shoes, and some socks, and some underwear. Gone all out, thanks to the momma and the gramma. And the daddio too. Life, is glorious. I'm not spoiled, I promise but college does have its ups and downs.

The plane ride is 6 hours to Boston tomorrow. Oh my goodness, I don't know how I'll survive. A few good books, some champagne in hand and a soft, thermal blanket... dream on. More like cramped chairs, small armrests, and less than satisfying drinks. 

It was sad to leave all of my friends behind in the AK, but I'm excited to make new ones, and see old ones from RISD. Until tomorrow.

Compose

I like to compose. Not music, but literature. Hard to believe, since my days in school were very limited in the English world, but I enjoyed every minute of it. To compose is to create, to create is to imagine, to imagine is to live. Compose.

Last day today. I can say that I am dreading today as I want it to be over so I can leave and begin my education and party-like lifestyle. Who knows what to expect?

Ardavan is scaring me a little bit. I feel like he's coming on too strong for my taste, but maybe he's just a friendly guy looking to make a few fast friends at NYU. We shall see. All I know is that Alaska girls kick ass. I'm an Alaska girl.

Vitawater

That's exactly what it is. Watered down juice. Vitamin water is the substitute for cheap tang. More expensive, more colorful, and less tasteful.

Today is my second to last day at work and I have mixed feelings about whether to be overjoiced or depressed. I guess I can be a little bit of both, just like you can have two best friends, instead of one. I'm thrilled to be leaving so that I can start my days in New York. I'm depressed because I work with a melange of great, and exciting people. It was quite quiet in here today, without the pitter patter of Miriam's phone or Oscar's "manliness". Ha, manliness.

What to do with my last two days here? Plans for Friday are hectic, but knowing myself, I will let them gather dust and end up doing some other thing, not planned. It happens that way. I haven't touched my alaskatonewyork blog since maybe last week, but I know in my heart I'm waiting for the New York experience.

All of my blogs have been about my excitement for New York. I hope that they live up to my expectations. I know they will.

Here's something to leave everyone with.

"It is better to remain silent and thought a fool, then to speak and remove all doubt." - Abraham Lincoln

Blur

My life is in complete blur mode right now. I'm leaving in t minus 3 days for the city and my heart is in full throttle heart attack mode. I have so much to do with so little time. However, I am very, very thrilled to be entering New York so soon! Hello St. Mark's, hello Central Park! There is so much to do. Welcome Week is off the walls. There is way too much going on but in all the right doses.

Oscugiak left today which was sad. What will I do at work? Now both Miriam and Oscugiak are not here and I am left with an eerie silence of nothingness. Friday is my last night and my friend Scotty want's to do something epic. What's epic? No such thing in Bethel. We shall see. Like I have said reluctantly before, life is what you make it.

My posts become shorter as less goes on. My car battery has deceased. It has ceased to exist anymore. It has gone to car heaven. Fuck.

Until my life becomes more interesting, Adieu dears.

Nearly Gone

My summer is finished. Well, officially on Friday, but my last weekend of the summer was this past weekend. I'm not going to lie, or sugar coat it, but the weekend started off horribly. So boring and so lackluster. But as the weekend progressed, I found myself forgetting that I was bored and once I forgot, I stopped complaining, or caring for that matter. I allowed myself to have fun for once, without worrying about parents or reputation. Don't get me wrong, I didn't go all out and crazy, but I made the most of the weekend.
1) Scott and Christine's.
2) Ryan.
3) Johnny's house.

Overall, the weekend was nice. Now I'm ready for the second part of my adventures to begin in the big apple.

However, the one sad thing this past week was the news of my dear old friend Miriam leaving due to certain circumstances that isn't my place to say. Adieu dear. I will see you soon. I love you!

Sicky

I was as sick as a damn dog yesterday. My sister (certified doctor congrats!) informed me that it was a horrible case of food poisoning. I don't recollect eating anything the day before because I was so stressed and fatigued from work and school, but I guess something reacted with my stomach. Let me tell you, it was hell. I threw up (ew) all night, and had the most horrible time trying to sleep. Either I was too hot, too uncomfortable, or too tired to sleep in one position for too long.

Other than that, I had a pretty peaceful day at home, sleeping, watching my favorite show, and conversing with my worried mother. FYI, Korea has the best soap opera's ever.


Love

Hell

Hectic this morning. NYU said I couldn't get my textbooks because I haven't registered! I am literally, going insane. I don't know what to do with myself. There is too much going on. I have too much to purchase, too much to prepare for, and I haven't been doing any sort of summer reading or anything like that so I'm afraid that I'll be far behind everyone else.

Catalina, I pray that you have taught me well.

Monday August 10, 2009

Dear Scott, happy 21st birthday bud. I can't seem to remember your last name right now, but I know it fits your personality well. Ogre and I shall bake you a cake. We found out you like funfetti, quite smoothly, without you knowing it was a gift for you! I hope we'll see you at club native, dancing your troubles away.

The weekend was dull. Sunk into a state of depression for some strange reason. Hated life, had nothing to look forward to, even though the sun was shining so ravishingly. Yesterday was a better day however. Boating, camping, old lovers met with happy smiles and mysterious ways. It was a good day spent.

Worked on the fashion blog. Had some creeper sending my blog out to some people in this small town. Got that taken care of though. Quite dandy, technology is.

Can't wait to be out of here and in the wonderful city. I'm talking to my roommate, and although my dorm is quite shittay, I won't spend too much time in there. NEW YORKK NEW YORRK, where the big apples grow. I will follow my yellow brick road. Will you follow yours?

Love always.

TGIFF

Thank god it is fucking Friday. I am soooo tired and exhausted from doing absolutely nothing it seems. Today, I discovered EBay and outbid on way too many items. I feel that my bank account will be in utter shock and turmoil by the time I have to purchase these items. Whoops. There goes early retirement.

Fridaaayyy. I don't know what I will do today, but it will probably consist of the same thing I do every weekend.

Adieu

Catastrophe Occurs.

Not really, but it's fun to fantasize that it did. Here I sit once again at work, with nothing to do but want to fall into a deeeeeepppp slumber. I have however, resolved a few things that have lifted a lot of stress off of these shoulders.
1) Fuck Cole.
2) Yes Logan.
3) Summer over.
4) NYU soon.

I find out my dorm assignment in t minus 3 minutes. I hope it's a good dorm with a fab roommate. However, I know I can't always be so lucky and get someone like Miss. Calyx!! Holla atchoo girl. Never again, will I go crunk.

Love the world.

Dear Daisy. Happy Birthday

It's August!! Almost happy birthday to dear old sissy, Daisy. She'll be 25 and she's freaking out about how old she will be but in all honesty, I feel like her life is just beginning. I'm only 18 and I'm pretty bored. I start school in about a month, but I leave in a few weeks. I am BOILING over with excitement. I find out my room and roommate assignment this week, and my heart is dying. I hope my room and roommate are sicker than sick, but we'll see. I'll make the most of my situation because I'll be in New York and nothing can dampen my day.

Which reminds me but is totally irrelevant, I want to watch Baby Mama. That movie is my LIFE. I can't wait for my life to begin! I've made a vow to myself that no matter how poor or wealthy I become, I will pursue my dream to become a fashion designer. And the first million I make (dreaming big) will go to my parents for all that they have ever done for me. The rest will end up in charity.

More power to you.