Life and life and life

So I fucking missed my stop with the train home from Penn Station last night and the last one in the opposite direction had already left. Two other guys also missed the New Brunswick stop and they told me there'd be another train, but there wasn't so we shared a cab back. $60 asdfdf. But I got back home and fell asleep.

Other than that, yesterday was aweeeesoooommmmeee. I had two appointments to see apartments in Astoria. The first one was really nice, but a little too expensive and I don't think my smalltalk was very convincing. At the second one no one was friggin' home. Faens folk. So I went back to Manhattan to meet up with Mari and Maja. We ate at Katz's deli, walked and walked and laughed and walked around Lower East Side, and then we went back to their place and ate Chinese takeaway and watched How I Met Your Mother and drank beer.

I wanna buy an iPhone 4, but what a hassle that is. I couldn't buy it at the Apple Store because I need a Social Security Number or sign up at a AT&T store. That's what I wanted to do today, but their computer system was updating so it wouldn't let me. I have to go back tomorrow and then hope for the best. They'll probably be out of iPhones tomorrow and I'll have to wait even longer.

Later I'm meeting Alicia to eat at Café Angelique, which is supposedly a very nice café in West Village. And tomorrow Orientation officially starts, I'm excited and nervous. Mostly excited. And I have an appointment to check out The Seemingly Perfect Apartment in South Harlem tomorrow, I hoppppeeee it goes well.


And let me just say how much I looooove free WiFi at Starbucks.

TOURING THE EAST COAST

Day 1 of my New York/New Brunswick tour is well in effect. I have not yet learned to sit next to strangers on the subway. I have purchased a subway card for 30 days. I have been approached by two people at different occasions concerning my flowery stockings, they both thought they were tattoos. I met Cory, who knew who I was when I told someone else my last name (I was signing in at the orientation session, I don't usually give people my last name out of the blue). I met some fellow students and New School faculty and received an awesome New School bag with paper and information in it. I am currently sitting in Starbucks at Union Square stealing their intarwebs without buying anything. I have the PIN I need to register for class. I have three appointments to view apartments. I didn't immediately find the shoes I've been drooling over online in the right size at the actual store, but I was in too big of a rush to ask anyone. I have yet to see any celebrities or squirrels. It feels great and surreal and amazing and dreamy. I am here. I live here.

Leaving

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Gårsdagens følelse

Dette er kopiert fra et innlegg jeg skreiv på Underskog i går kveld, i ni - ti-tida:

Jeg gruer meg!

Jeg flytter til New York 18. august for å gå på skole i minst 2,5 år og nå begynte jeg plutselig å grue meg helt vanvittig. Ubehagelig mye gruing, så mye at jeg griner. Akkurat i dette øyeblikket har jeg lyst til å droppe det og bare være i Oslo og kose på alle venna mine på fulltid. Hvorfor gjør jeg dette? Hva er vitsennnnnnnnnnnnnn.

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Jeg ville ha det i bloggen min fordi det er nettopp sånne ting den skal brukes til. Jeg skreiv det på Underskog fordi jeg visste jeg ville få støttende kommentarer innen den første tima, og det stemte. Nå føler jeg meg mye bedre. (Jeg hadde også en laaang samtale med mamma som hjalp meg aller mest, naturligvis.)