| I am honestly embarrassed that it's taken over 2 months for me to update my Xanga. Yes, everyone was wetting their pants in anticipation of the next update, I'm sure. So what's been going on? Finally...back in Westchester. Yep, I'm right back where I started. After vacating my position at DrJays.com in mid-May, I am now income-free and back in Westchester. No longer in Scarsdale, but now in a new house very close to where I used to live and go to school way back when (i.e., Ardsley). I can count on one hand the number of people who are still around that I can hang out with...and I'm not even using all my fingers, at that. If you're around, let me know! Life at home is...well...at times tortuous. What happens is that you can't spend like you used to because well, you have no income, so you're at home most of the time. I don't mind this, because there are things I've wanted to work on and do, but then mom will come around and make you do every single chore imagineable, on the premise that "you don't have anything else to do" (which in my case is absolutely not true). Couple that with the fact that I made the severe mistake of mastering housework and telling my mom about it, and you can see that I've been turned into a daughter. So far I've done laundry, dishwashing, cooking, taking the car to get serviced, grocery shopping, and even dumpling-making/filling/folding. It's a bit much. Spoleto Festival. Held in Charleston, South Carolina every summer, the Spoleto Festival is a bevy of concerts, operas, and other amazing, imaginative performances over about a month-long period. While making my way down to Charlottesville, VA to prepare law school stuff, I decided to go further down to check it out, thinking it was close by. BIG MISTAKE - Charleston is a good 8 hours by car away from friggin' VIRGINIA, which makes it a good 15 hours from NY at least. But when I got there... 
It was pretty damn gorgeous, and unlike any other place I had been. It felt like the Caribbean, but with white people instead. Definitely make a stop in Charleston if you have the chance...just don't do it by car. All in all, from home to VA to SC and back, I logged 2,100 miles on my odometer...crazy stuff. Father n' Son Road Trip. Yes, it finally happened, and I somehow survived. Granted, when your dad pays for everything, it's not that awful to survive, but when your dad pays for everything, you have to deal with his personality. For all the pics, check out my most recent facebook photo albums, as I'm just too lazy to even try to post them here. In short, we went by plane to Chicago, then went via Amtrak sleeper car to Albuquerque, Santa Fe, and Los Angeles. Then, after a couple days in LA, we rented a car and drove to Monterey, then San Francisco, and flew back. Incredibly enough, we ended up in San Fran on the same day as the MLB All-Star Game, which made the town rather hectic. Sounds amazing? Well, there were a couple rather difficult things...namely the fact that Amtrak sleeper cars are CRAMPED AS HELL, and even worse when attempting to sleep. Sleeping is basically done on these bunks, which then require seat belts and safety nets once you're in them. You also have about a foot of space between you and the ceiling. I endured this train for a total of 40+ hours...yes, you get to see "America", but whether it's worth seeing endless corn fields and flat, FLAT land is debatable. Also, you get to put up with gems like this. A bit of a backstory: on our first day (in Chicago), we were to take the Chicago train to see our old neighbors from 20+ years ago. Of course, they called us several times to confirm that we were on our way, and that when we got off, we should get off at Central Station. However, because my dad used to commute to work and get off at Davis station, he insisted that this is the station they must have meant, because he had always gotten off at Davis. So... Me: Dad, they just called again, and said they're waiting at the station for us. They say get off at Central Station.
Dad: No, cannot be! I always got off at Davis station 20+ years ago.
Me: Dad...they are waiting AT A STATION. You mean to tell me that they don't know what station they're waiting at?
Dad: They probably mean Central Street or something...they must be confused. I always got off at Davis Station.
Me: DAD! THEY'VE LIVED HERE FOR 20+ YEARS WHILE WE'VE BEEN IN NEW YORK, AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE BEEN BACK SINCE!
Dad: Why would they stop at Central Station when the station I know is Davis station? No, cannot be.
Me: DAD! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?
Dad: It's Davis Station...it must be. Ok, I will take responsibility if it's not. So we get off at @#*$&(! Davis Station, and surprise surprise! No one there...because they were at CENTRAL! Of course, my dad calls, and instead of taking responsibility, tells them on the cell phone, "Oh, I'm sorry...there must have been some miscommunication...AH-AH-AH-AH" (FYI, my dad does not laugh "hahaha" but rather "ah-ah-ah" as if he's choking on something). So much for taking responsibility. And we battled like this all through the trip...and suffice it to say, I emerged undefeated. Ah, the power of logic and reason... And now...? Lately I've been spending my time working out everyday, taking care of various issues for law school, and writing/composing. Once law school hits, I won't have any opportunity to do anything non-law-related, so this is the last chance. It's been a lot of fun, and it's definitely a hobby I shall miss. Finally...most awesome article ever. Check out this article, which rates the various water guns out there...besides the phenomenal idea of reviewing water guns, this gave me insight into just how far they've come, even from the Super Soaker era, of which I am still incredibly fond. Water guns now have ice reservoirs to make the water shots extra cold...what a concept. Muhahahahhaha! That's all for now...*whew*....hopefully the next update will come soon. |
