friday night == commute from hell!

a) rain sucks
b) humidity sucks
c) mta doesn’t function correctly when it’s raining

so i get outta work on friday, trying to get home as fast as i possibly can so that i can make a weekend bag and feed the cat… i’m out of work at six and don’t get home til seven… the F got stuck and then my bus never came… so i’m walking around sweating in the rain, and my hair turns into the biggest frizz ball i’ve seen yet this icky summer… and it’s up mad sloppy. so i change fast and go go go. i get the Q, that too is running like shite… i am forced watching this weird white dude eat a lemon pie and then wash it down with lemonade, GUHHH! (picture) i get out at 34th street and practically run to penn station… when i get to the time table, it says the port washington line is running on track 20. i have three minutes to catch the train.

i buy the ticket and run downstairs. train is empty. wtf? i sit down anyways and then some old lady starts complaining about a hamptons crowd… what is she talking about? i then notice my track has changed. i didn’t realize this and by the time i get to my track, my train is gone.

erica is so pissed at this point because we were supposed to be on the road by then, but her cousin she was driving up was late too… he at that point was later than me, so woo! i just told her it was out of my hands and i’d get there as soon as possible… got some mcdonalds… finally was on my way to bayside.

got there, got in the car, drove on up – sippin’ on a redbull. erica’s cousin michael started futzing around with my iphone for music, i get made fun of for most of the selection on my iphone anddd he says he doesn’t know 1/4 of it… still, he finds some things to listen to (mostly mainstream 80’s) and i put my head back in the back seat and stare up at the stars. i haven’t seen so many stars in ages. so pretty.

we get to the house and erica is embarrassed about her old bedroom. apparently it hasn’t changed since she was living there in high school.

first thing i find?…
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…i had kind of a strange and tiring day…

this morning i woke up and got ready at a slower pace than i wanted to, but felt better about it when i walked up to the Q train platform and the train arrived after about 3 minutes after i climbed up there… i was stuck sitting in front of a day camp group of about 10 on the train. they wouldn’t hold still and kept hitting my knees. their ages ranged from about 4/5-12. obnoxious little fuckers were all wearing neon orange hats to distinguish themselves in a large group outing i guess… aggravating colour to look at first thing in the morning i suppose… they kept trying to fit like 3/4 kids in a 2 person spanned area… wanted to get up but the train was so packed that i couldn’t.

whatever. 34th street rolls up. they’ve been gone, good. i get stuck behind some chick on the staircase/upstairs who feels the need to stroll like we’re on a romantic walk on the beach… bitch, move. you’re in the subway. so finally i get up to herald square… doing my usual bus lane speed walking up to penn… i get downstairs to the ticket machine and this FOOL is taking 9739 years. all the ticket machines are in use, so i stay where i am. he’s stuck straightening out his dollar bills… last one. print. go. — i buy my ticket, get down the stairs to track 17, doors are closing. don’t see train door opening person to give the pleading look to… starbucks it is.

venti iced skim marble mocha and a reduced fat very berry coffee cake. (i’m sure it is, whatevz.) lots of yankee fans everywhere. (ew) — waiting, waiting, waiting. people watching… trying to figure out on the big LIRR map where atlantic ave LIRR stop comes into play, no conclusive info. — train on track 20. skipping murray hill and auburndale (my stop). hoooooorah. to bell blvd i go.

surprise erica, pick up lunch for me and ma dukes… kisses and hugs from aniceto, jorge and julio<3 (casci’s fam!) get a ride from delivery driver… finally get to my mom.

i haven’t posted at all about what’s been going on with my mother lately… she went for a stress/echo test and it came back positive. which means there could have been a blockage in her heart. we found this out last week. yesterday she went for an angioplasty and it came up clean! no blockage! woo! but i still went to take care of her, where they inserted the catheter is all stitched up and sore. she isn’t really supposed to walk that much, so i helped out all day. we watched a lot of TV, which was cool since i don’t watch much TV in general… had fun talks, lots of laughs, just hung out…

all i wanted to do at 9:44PM was begin my journey back home to brooklyn… i’m so tired with all the caffeine coursing through my veins since 10AM, holding two heavy shopping bags full of BS… i’m just minding my business, trying to haul ass to the auburndale LIRR station – as i’m walking from mom’s to the train stop, some tan car holding a bunch of hooligans passes me by and some kid screams out “nice hair, stupid!”. i’m like, yeah okay whatever – it’s dark out. next block, five mins later, another car passes me with two or three kids in it passes by and one screams out “bitch!”… lol… really? wtf is wrong with people?

…mind you my hair is down today with a bobby pin holding a chunk of the front/left with a bobby pin. that’s it. i’m wearing flip flops, shorts and a v-neck today. i look kinda normal, not so stand out-ish… what the hell?

another car passed by and there were whistles being blown… sorta evened out the insults, lol…

zzz. can’t wait to hit the bed.

iiiiiiiiii can’t believe tomorrow is friday already, my week has flown by!  and thank god, because i’m exhausted.  can’t wait to attempt this whole “sleeping in” thing, again.

so this week.  what’d i do?

tonight i went to erica’s.  i always get there by means of the LIRR.  i feel like such a freak on the LIRR.  everyone’s coming home from their hard day at work in their suits, all playing with their mobile devices – calling their wives or husbands, sipping their vodka or beers, getting ready for their ride to their comfy long island homes…  and they all seem to stare at the weird girl with the multi-colour hair and nose ring…  so i usually put the nose ring up inside so it’s not visible…  but i still get all those ??? looks from the old men and women…  or the young guys my age who seem to simply be on a different path in life, whatever.  i don’t know why it even bothers me…  i’m more of a lovely human being than the people with their shit together it seems…

for example…  yesterday on the LIRR…

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i just got back from erica’s a little while ago, decided i need to clean my room…  i caught a second wind from falling asleep in her bed for a while before…  i seriously need to start throwing more shit out and start packing up.

today me and erica were talking about me moving in, seriously for once…  she wants her cousin out – it’s our ongoing joke that it’s my bedroom because i was supposed to move into her 3rd bedroom in the house over a year ago and couldn’t because i wasn’t making enough money…  now it may finally become mine and an issue is brought up – she says there’s a no pet rule, anddd she’s allergic anyways.  and i’m definitely taking oscar wherever i go, he’s my kid.  so there goes that idea?  :(  ugh – it’s one damn block off of bell blvd. – SOOOOO convenient!!

i got an apartment offer from someone i know in a newly renovated basement for $875 a month/utilities included for a 1 bedroom in whitestone.  which is cool because i would LOVE to live in whitestone again…  BUT – it’s not near a train.  not even the LIRR…  which leaves me with the same issue as i have now with my LONG ass commute everyday…  but i do love and miss my old ‘hood – i grew up there…  and i kinda think living without roommates might be good for me.  and it’s right by sophie’s, and everyone else i know – so maybe that’d be better for me…  i don’t wanna move somewhere and be alone…  it’s hard enough dealing with being alone and i’m still here.

enough complaining!

so i dyed my bangs, again.  purple/red (see photo above, duh).  i want a darker purple and i kind of hate the red…  i dont normally wear anything red – and it doesn’t match with most colours i wear on a daily, so i’m thinking about hitting up M5 for a quick bleach/dye job tomorrow…  maybe not.  maybe i’ll do it myself.

what else is new?

…i got this super cool tote bag from a company in my office building at work the other day!!

i always see some chick walking around with it and i thought it was the best thing i’d ever seen.  sooooo funny!  so i looked on their website to see if they sold them or something and they didn’t…  but! …i had bumped into one of their employee’s in the hall and asked about it, and i think she said they were for employee’s only or something.  she didn’t speak loudly enough and we parted ways…  SO – i emailed them and told them i worked down the hall and a week later, it was in an envelope with my name on it at the front door of our office.

i feel special having one.
it made my day getting it.  it felt like christmas, lol.

oh the little things that make me happy in life…

and lastly……….

…seriously debating on this iphone purchase/switch this weekend.  i honestly hate typing on the damn thing.  it’s the one thing that’s stopping me.  i’d miss my little cell phone keyboard…  well, i’ll be deciding by tomorrow afternoon i suppose.

secret, private section of the LIRR.
ROMANTIC!

tonight was odd,  yet fun.  me and soph went to go support/watch yak ballz (& nick hook) @ some pub in midtown…   met up with my buddy frankie…  strangest show ever.  or combination of performers, rather…   le yak has got some great stage presence…  had a good time.

i didn’t take any pictures, but frankie did.
frankie is still out, so i have nothing to share with this online world of mine….

i’m just baffled… seriously?…
don’t fucking text me or call me to hang out IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING PICK UP THE PHONE.  i don’t get it.  why bother even contacting me?  yo, just leave me the fuck alone then.  move along…  it’s a must, let’s call the whole thing OFF.

oh yeah, and fuck straight hair.  it’s SO fucking BORING.
until shit is down to my waist again, curly it is!
and i’m gonna punch that bitch from supercuts in the face if i ever see her again for cutting layers into my hair in the front. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

i don’t know which i’d rather deal with, the arrogant LIRR train riders or the ignorant 7/F train riders.

either way, i’m not happy with my PT adventures.

except for when you were around, turd.
it’s lonely around these parts

wow, that felt normal.
i forgot what it was like.

:le sigh:
anyways.

the stupid LIRR didn’t even check my $7 ticket heading back towards queens tonight, so i’m gonna use that shit a different day. in fact, i think i should ride the LIRR everyday and see if they don’t check tickets often! maybe the people paying $100+ a month are stupid! shit was packed, ticket people couldn’t walk through if they wanted to… that’s like the fifth time in the past six months that’s happened to me…

so i leave work two hours early to catch the stupid LIRR to get to bell blvd. for my appt. with the eye doctor faster, and what happens? they put the train on the damn 20 track at penn station where there isn’t a board showing the stops or that it’s express and i got stuck going all the way to great neck… thankfully a lot of my fellow riders did the same thing… apparently the express train was supposed to leave almost ten minutes before it left the station, and sat on our track.

so i get to great neck and i have to wait almost 45 minutes for the train on the other side going to bayside… it was so cold. again, i HATE the LIRR. lol.

SO. i got my glasses
i hate them. and i hate this picture… i look like a disaster, i apologize. however, i figured whoever reads this bullshit should see a picture of them…

gack.
goodnight.