Isn't It Ironic?

Så ironisk. En dame ved siden av meg på undergrunnsbanen sitter og leser om kristendommen og spiser eple.


Så mye for å skrive hver dag. Jeg går gjennom en litt tøff periode nå. Jeg klarer ikke helt gjøre det jeg skal på skolen, en ting er at det er veldig mye på en gang nå - vi er midt i midtermperioden -, en annen grunn er at jeg ikke føler meg tilpass her. Jeg har ingen venner og savner Oslo og situasjonen jeg var i der. Jeg begynte nesten å gråte på subwayen istad på grunn av det.
Jeg trodde at jeg by now i det minste ville fått en omgangskrets jeg hang med litt awkwardly, men jeg har ikke engang det. Føler meg utafor, er lei av å gjøre skolearbeid, jeg vil hjem til dere.


Jeg skreiv de forrige paragrafene på norsk på telefonen, med intensjonen om å oversette til engelsk, fordi jeg ikke ville at epledama skulle skjønne hva jeg skreiv i gjerningsøyeblikket. Men jeg gidder ikke oversette og jeg kopierte heller direkte over og derfor er det noen engelske fraser her og der. (Pluss at jeg forholder meg til amerikansk mer enn norsk for tida og amerikaniserer (whaaat) norsken min litt. æøå.)



Nå drikker jeg Bolthouse Farms' kalde Mocha Cappuccino-drikk og den er sykt god. Jeg har også kjøpt sure Jelly Beans og sjokoladerosiner. Og jeg bestilte to nye par Converse-sko (royal blue og yellow) fra en nettside som har saaaalg, $64 for alt inkl. frakt (vanligvis koster ett par ca. $45). Jeg drukner sorgene i materielle goder.

Jeg sitter på skolen og skal liksom gjøre lekser, men jeg er stuck. Jeg liker ikke faget, jeg liker ikke det jeg har valgt å skrive om, jeg liker ikke det jeg skriver, jeg liker Jelly Beans.

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.

I don't feel like dancing

I'm sitting in the sun on our terrace on the ninth floor wearing wool socks and a blanket - 12 degrees Celsius isn't as warm as it may look when it's sunnnnnnnny - making pretend-schedules for my first New School semester. I love doing this, planning stuff and daydreaming about New York. There are so many courses I wanna take. The Psychology of Men? Hells yesss, but what the hell do I need it for. I need to start thinking a little more practical and a little less omgimgoingtonewyorkijustwannahavefuneventhoughimpaying4354526356dollarsforthiseducation. So, yeah. I'm guessing there'll be more film and writing courses than useless philosophy and psychology courses.

Anyway, these are the courses I've written down so far:
Script Analysis
Developing Ideas For Film
Filmmaking Studio 1
Comedy on Screen
Arts and Entertainment Journalism
Writing for New York City Newspapers and Magazines
Aesthetics: An Introduction to the Philosophy of Art
Integrated Media Production
Twentieth-Century Continental Philosophy: Phenomenology, Existentialism, Deconstructionism
Introduction to the New Journalism
The Psychology of Men
Gender and Popular Culture

And I can only take four courses. What to chooooooooooooooose.