I'm absolutely exhausted and more than a little confused.
I had my first day of classes as a Senior at NYU. I had two economics classes this morning and linear algebra this afternoon at six. Both my economics professors seem amazing, funny and knowledgeable. Since they both are 300 Level courses, the class was very small, capped at around 20 people. It was a welcome breath of fresh air after a year of hundred-people classes in drafty lecture halls.
Between classes, I went uptown to my storage again and got more essentials. On the way there, I stopped by DHL and picked up a book that could not be delivered to my apartment. The woman at the counter was so bored that she spent quite a while chatting with me about her son and his expensive college books. Quite a friendly woman, and honestly, very right about the steep prices of American textbooks.
On my way to my storage, I was stopped by a thin, blond woman with a faint Eastern European accent and asked for direction to an address printed on a piece of paper. I tried to explain, but she looked even more confused. Since her destination was near my storage area, I told her I would walk her there.
Apparently Leah (or some Russian rendition of that name) is here for the BCBG fashion week, modeling, I think. She's here from Russian for two weeks and has never been in New York before. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so excited by everything n Chelsea. She even took pictures of the industrial buildings! When we passed a Porsche dealership, she practically shreiked with delight.
"That's my dream car!" The camera came out again and clicked at every single Porsche in the lot. It took a full ten minutes to walk past the half a block of cars.
We finally got to the location and I left her with a equally skinny and excited girl.
From there, I wandered over to my storage in the boiling sun and picked up more underwear, towels, books and a power strip.
Time to bum it out for another few days.
In other news... I'm rather in a pickle. I think I'm getting these feelings for my best friend again. T, I think I called him. Well, I've had these strange ticklings before... but well, the recurrence worries me. After all, it would never happen. For one, I told him I had no feelings for him a year ago when he told me he had feeling for me. In addition, a good girlfriend of mine is practically in love with him... oh, and he has a girlfriend, which doesn't help. So what now? What am I suppose to do? Perhaps I'll forget him, but that's just hard when I see him everyday and miss him when I don't.
Perhaps some time apart is the answer.
Perhaps meeting his girlfriend might help.
Perhaps it's just a stupid time in my cycle.
God knows. Whatever it is, it needs to stop soon before I go insane.
I love NYC, I just gotta remember that and pull through these really, really long days.
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