8:40ish (E.S.T) - wake up, sun streaming through the windows
*dies of heat and frantically opens all the windows before I literally melt*
feed the cats while room cools and returns so sunkissed bed
(wishes everywhere wasn't full of cat dander because histamines)
>breakfast= taco from dos toros i didn't eat
read nyt (goal: get into habit of reading the newspaper)
cats are freaking out, go back to sun room
breakfast continues with netflix
shower, get dressed (i look mad cute, not gonna lie)
die from how gorgeous the day is
feel myself getting darker
get off at York St, walk to work
it's such a beautiful day. i wish i was riding a bike
1:03 - get to work, *inner groan because i need to be in this building for the next 8 hours)
sit at table with Abe and Sam. they say the BigApps people have been doing a great job managing. which means there is NOTHING for us to do
talk talk talk joke joke joke
i realize i'm how sarcastic i am
Tom comes over, he's not as mean as i thought. just minorly grumpy. he has a weird undercut thing going on. it's wider than most and his hair itself isn't really that long. you do you
>lunch= roast beast and provolone sandwich + coke
good thing Alec is coming later
Abe is Dominican and Egyptian
he graduated literally two days ago
he's trying to start a film production company Horus Media
he asks for my opinion on the logo he's workin on
Critique #1: i really dig the gold on black. sophisticated af.
I like Abe, we talk about books and Ayn Rand and film industry
everyone here is so poorly dressed. except for these two nice lookin guys working on the Iconyc project. the black guy is definitely gay, but the jury's still out on the white dude. he looks just like adam levine.
go to lsd bathroom just to not be sitting anymore
Critique #2: he's added some color to the top part. i think they need to be more cohesive colors so they can flow together. a gradient maybe?
Sam might see a show tonight
I ask her a nose ring question, shes got a tiny dot
get coffee just to have purpose
adam levine lookalke catches me staring at him and i look away quickly
noooooooo Alec can't come over tonight. more plans foiled.
Abe shows me howish to photoshop
Critique #3; the gold should be darker and the colors still need to be tied in better, good thing his artist friend's gonna take a look at it
he returns with not only his logo (make joke about him using all of the black ink) but also a friend
talk about Abe's trip to the DR he's planning, energy use, Jamaican parties, etc etc etc
we kill and hour and a half! TYBGC (thank you based good conversation)
i wonder if i could have a beer without getting into trouble....
(answer yes, but beer is gross)
when's dinner gonna get here? what's dinner gonna be?
reading. reading reading reading.
thats not true, i'm not focused enough
good taste adolescent me (this was my fave book in middle school)
>dinner=margherita pizza, coke
read while eating (one of the most satisfying pasttimes)
this guy who desperately needs a makeover making, and smells like he just eats, literally eats, filters and all, cigarettes talks to me about the Apps. I tell him i actually work at the media center and he delves into questions i dont know the answers to about the place
help this guy from Niger give the BigApps people his info and give him info on the event and space. then give him subway directions without checking anything! triumph!
small child is having a blast.
help the BigApps people figure out what to do with all the extra pizza
me: well worst-case scenario, we just take them across the street. that apartment is just FILLED with hipster trash who would probably love free food.
meet this guy who was born in Vietnam, raised in Paris, and now lives in the US, practice my french
talk to this guy who looks like a Skeet
Abe says I can go since it's 9:15 and I only had to be here till 9
*tries not to book it to the door* "you sure you don't need anything?"
"no, you're good" *sigh of relief. I get my stuff in record time.
this guy with a mystery accent asks me about transpo and i say he can subway and try to figure out his route.
him: how are you getting home?
me: subway, I transfer to the 1, 2, or 3.
him: oh perfect! I will follow you
we walk out and his name is David and he's Israeli. He moved to NY 3 years ago and is an engineer.
speaks little french and asks how i know it
asks if I like to eat (in french) me: "uh sure, i guess" him: tries to ask me to dinner but doesn't but doesn't know that much french so when i just say "what??" he drops it and i realize a minute later.
he asks if i go clubbing, me: no cuz im broke and i don't have a fake and my friends who know which clubs don't card are all still in school (under 21 clubs are weird)
he runs off all of a sudden cuz he realizes an alternate route
10:15 finally get to 72nd, go grocery shopping because i can because new york
make friends with Derrick the cashier
10:45 - get back to apartment
wow i'm actually chilled. it's cold as balls
FINALLY WINS 2048!!!!!!!!!!!
*mario winning a level music plays in background*
snuggles in sunroom bed and looks at skyline
writing this shit up, netflix netflix netflix
sleep or to be continued...?
