I fell asleep earlier today for 3 hours after I got back from work. Don’t you hate when that happens? Now I can’t fall asleep for the life of me, and I have to wake up tomorrow morning to go to work.
Moved into my new place this weekend. I totally love where I’ll be living and am stoked about my new job next year. Joseph came to town and helped me move in. I bought a bed and table off of Craigslist. Since I have my own room, I have all this goddamn extra space I have no idea what to do with. All these years, I’ve had a roommate. Maybe I’ll invest in a rug. Or a shelf. Or a fish. I need to find a good gym nearby.
I’m almost a Marylander. My roommates are a progressive bunch – fans of Back to the Future and hookah. Enough said.
The other day on the Metro, the train missed the platform and left a bunch of the crowd chasing after its last car. There was a sweaty, angry caucasian woman power-walking behind me.
“I hate when they do that!” she belched.
“Yeah, I hate it too!” If there’s anything I learned about angry women, it’s not to contradict them.
“These fuckin’ idiots don’t know how to drive!”
“Yeah, totally!” I half-agreed. Then I did what I shouldn’t have done, which is contribute another thought. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it.”
Before I even finished my sentence, she blew back in my face, “NO, WE WON’T!”
As my roommate Kiren put it best, there’s obviously no room for optimism in D.C.
Then again, how can I debase a place where information is endlessly abundant? The Smithsonian Institute has come to my rescue. Whereas I would be making multiple trips to Disneyland back home, I’ve spent many hours perusing the hallmarks of American history within the walls of the Smithsonian museums.
After being here for almost three months, I’ve finally come to terms with the environment. My mind rejected the idea of being here for an extended period of time like a body can reject a transplant. But I’ve reached an equilibrium. I have to admit that I’ve done a lot of cool shit since I got here by looking through my old blog entries alone. Again, though, it’s because of the people that I’ve met so far that have made this experience worthwhile.
‘Scuse the language. Along with not putting up with other people’s bullshit as much, I’ve also become a bit more of a potty mouth since I got here. If you should find my language offensive, you can go **** yourselves. 🙂
National Treasure – Nicholas Cage should be banned from making more movies, but it was cool to see all the filming locations in D.C. and Philadelphia
still reading Revolutionary Road. Richard Yates had a talent for capturing the tragic without being emo.
–Anuj and Ryan are coming to town. Woot!
–New York next week for a day!
–I recently started following Jason Mraz on Twitter