why? the dino's made me

First:
The bakery Ali mentioned yesterday



how cute is that?

My Bit:


mmm...i love the ironic messages we leave behind on the walls of art school.


Somehow in the span of about 24 hours I've managed to go to 3 of the 5 boroughs of New York City...and Brooklyn twice. How? I really could not tell you. Tim got into town yesterday morning which is super exciting :). After class i met him at 17th street...it's been four months so seeing him was almost surreal. He got me these pretty pink roses which are now even more open and bloomed




For dinner, we met up with my old roommate Rachel and her boyfriend and got some really really good drinks and chicken wings (i know, i know) and they really looked like the wing which kind of started to freak us out after a while haha. After that fun time, so began our first journey to Brooklyn to see Angela and Juan. I had some amazing jalapeno poppers, which were NOT as good as Jack in the Box...obviously. As we mad our way back into the city, we got a call from Aaron who was at Black Iron Burger (A really really, REALLY, amazing burger and beer place on E 5th) and wanted us to come hang out...highlight? A mini harmonica.



It was then we took a taxi back to Bushwick (Brookyln) with Aaron to see his new place. It's amazing...yellow glitter walls and no TV or internet so there's a weird thing that happens...you actually talk to your friends, laugh, and enjoy each other instead of looking at a screen all night. Tim, Aaron and I picked up some beers and were informed of a very important issue...



Say "No" to hemorrhoid surgery, everyone.

A few beers and stuff later we realize how hungry we are vs. the lack of food in the apartment. Don't worry, everyone! Thanks to about two decades of watching the Food Network as a religion, I suggested to combine the apple, cheese, and jelly. Sounds kinda gross...is actually REALLY good.






Tim up to no good and part of the insane Aaron apartment deal.



The Willy Wonka effect...dot candy on the wall. Oh, this reminds me STORY TIME!

STORY: At Black Iron Burger a man was outside when Aaron asked him for a light for his cigarette as we were all leaving.

Man: Oh, my daughter has hair like you do.
Aaron: I know not that color, it doesn't exist anywhere else in the world.
Man: No, the texture. My daughter went to Japan and got her hair straightened and sometimes it starts to look like yours. I wanna tell her to wrap that shit up!

How does someone respond to that? I've never heard anything like that so I just walked away. Did someone really, yet again, point me out and say something about the way I look. Listen everyone, i get it. I'm pretty odd looking but there's no need to ask for pieces of my hair or think it is appropriate to ask "What the hell are you" when in line at the bagel shop. I'm going back to how I used to answer, not going to be nice anymore.

Asshole: "What the hell are you?"
Me: "American"
Asshole: "No, you look like a lot of stuff. I know youre one of those mixed people."
Me: "Everything you wish you could be"

Had to say that a couple times, going back to it. Does it really matter? No. Move on with your lives.

Wise words of the day: Pay attention when you shave.








peace and love from the east [village]
-smitty