First, I am going to start off by saying I dont know how the fuck to operate "blogger", just right off the bat. With that said, Im glad it exists. Thank you Monk.
I live in New York City, pretty sweet right? WRONG-O. it blows. for now. I'm still new to it. I just moved here from Las Vegas to take acting class and follow what has been my dream for as long as I can remember, become an actress. I am happy to say that class is going well, but its harder then I had expected. Its worth it though, very much so. I graduated high school in june 09 with an honors diploma and a full ride scholarship to UNLV, I left it behind (along with my chihuahua) to be in New York, and do what I love. Im not sure if that was stupid, or ambitious. Only time will tell, I suppose.
The only thing I really miss is having friends. Friends MY AGE, I have my classmates and I have the people I work with (actually I dont have the people I work with, I kind of loathe them all. I work in a restaurant, the majority of waiters are major deuchelords. No offense. Actually, yes offense, fuck them.) but growing up in a the same place my whole life, I had a group of like 6 best friends who I saw about everyday of my life since I was 6; They got me by, they kept me sane, they gave me perspective. Now all I have are 6 voices over the phone every so often when I'm not busy, or theyre free. Its tough.
And not to be a complaining asshole, but New York winters suck. They are so cold! that sounds stupid, but coming from a place where winter is 45 degrees at the very coldest, and never having to wear a real coat in my life, its a big deal. Christmas time in the city is supposed to be "the most wonderful time of the year" FUCK THAT. I feel like I am in a Tim Burton movie every where I go, the music, the lights, the crowd, its terrifying, not to mention the cold.
New York situations have started to look up though, friend wise anyway. I do have a few good ones from my acting class, and a couple I have reconnected with from a couple years back, so thats nice. Also, *knock on wood* the weather has been almost bearable lately. Either that or im adapting to the winter nonsense.
We'll see. I spoke with someone when I first moved to new york in september he said, "Give New York 6 months. after that, you will know if you either love it, or hate it. but before that, you are not allowed to judge wether you like it here or not, because youre not familiar enough yet." I'm 4 months in. Its growing on me, I guess. I feel like I have been going about everything the wrong way. I've been striving for results, (my own apartment, a better job, etc...) but I was thinking about it, and its not about where you go, its about how you got there, who you met, and what you learned. I think. I'm not quite sure, but I am certain that I am a hypochondriac, and I am getting sick again, and a nap sounds mighty fine right about now.
