I had so many stories to tell about my trip. Things I did, things that happened and now as I sit here in front of the keys they all seemed to have escaped my mind and I am sitting here feeling vacant.
I miss the smells of New Jersey, the things that I did, I miss the company I had. Don't get me wrong, my friends here are all amazing and wonderful, but I think I found the missing part of my puzzle – its not a person, its not a thing – it's a place. Something that I have come to find would make me feel more complete, more at home with myself. Just being there made me want to evoke changes in my life.
I spent Sunday in the city, it was awesome – Pretty much everything I've ever wanted and then some. I cannot even begin to find the words that can describe the feelings the emotions I had while there. Everything was at peace in my mind and It was like I knew this was where I had to be. When you're in New York City, it doesn't matter who you are when walking the streets, you're still just the same as everyone else there and you will get shoved around just the same. It was fantastic. I felt so small standing among these skyscrapers that towered over me making downtown look like step stools compared to these buildings.
Ground Zero was an incredibly sententious experience for me. It was like when I hear songs about certain things that always hit home. The hairs on my arms were raised, I felt shivers crawl down my spine. It put me in the heart of somewhere I was not used to being; and a whole new wave of compassion flooded through me.
Special Thank You to Jake for allowing me a place to crash, and for taking me on all these little adventures. It would not have been the same if it weren't for you. You are awesome and words really cannot express how thankful I am.
Another special thank you to Laura for fronting the money for me to go, without you I would not have been able to experience this, and I will pay you back ASAP. (More sooner than later)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
That's Me In the Corner, That's Me In the Spot Light...
I wonder if anyone else thinks that changing the state you live in is like changing your religion. I say that because I think I had a religious experience today with the Jersey Shore, Jay and Silent Bobs Secret Stash, and the Quik Stop. (Pictures of all) And I’m defiantly thinking about changing my religion.
I didn’t know I could love n place so much, seriously. If I thought the type of person I was in California was much different, the type of person I feel like I am in jersey is 30x more different than that.
People who talk trash about jersey obviously have never been here. It’s pretty much amazing. The green trees, the towns, and the culture… the history here… I was excited about coming here just to see NYC (and Jake) but, I’ve fallen in love with the state of New Jersey as well. I mean, the area I am in is rather close to New York and all, but the stuff that there is to do around here amazes me. I could defiantly see myself living in a place like this.
Not to mention I can breathe here… and I don’t have a massive amount of snot or caked on boogers in my nose (I’m sure you wanted to know that)
More importantly, it was around 80 degrees today, which is considered hot, but it was amazing that I wore a long sleeve shirt (Rolled up to 3/4ths of course) but I didn’t think I was going to die, even with the humidity.
I played on the beach, ate an awesome sandwich, felt violated by a CD (Mr. Bungle) and got to hang out at a famous place and I totally met Steve-Dave (inadvertently)
Can I move all my friends here?
I didn’t know I could love n place so much, seriously. If I thought the type of person I was in California was much different, the type of person I feel like I am in jersey is 30x more different than that.
People who talk trash about jersey obviously have never been here. It’s pretty much amazing. The green trees, the towns, and the culture… the history here… I was excited about coming here just to see NYC (and Jake) but, I’ve fallen in love with the state of New Jersey as well. I mean, the area I am in is rather close to New York and all, but the stuff that there is to do around here amazes me. I could defiantly see myself living in a place like this.
Not to mention I can breathe here… and I don’t have a massive amount of snot or caked on boogers in my nose (I’m sure you wanted to know that)
More importantly, it was around 80 degrees today, which is considered hot, but it was amazing that I wore a long sleeve shirt (Rolled up to 3/4ths of course) but I didn’t think I was going to die, even with the humidity.
I played on the beach, ate an awesome sandwich, felt violated by a CD (Mr. Bungle) and got to hang out at a famous place and I totally met Steve-Dave (inadvertently)
Can I move all my friends here?
That
I wonder if anyone else thinks that changing the state you live in is like changing your religion. I say that because I think I had a religious experience today with the Jersey Shore, Jay and Silent Bobs Secret Stash, and the Quik Stop. (Pictures of all) And I’m defiantly thinking about changing my religion.
I didn’t know I could love n place so much, seriously. If I thought the type of person I was in California was much different, the type of person I feel like I am in jersey is 30x more different than that.
People who talk trash about jersey obviously have never been here. It’s pretty much amazing. The green trees, the towns, and the culture… the history here… I was excited about coming here just to see NYC (and Jake) but, I’ve fallen in love with the state of New Jersey as well. I mean, the area I am in is rather close to New York and all, but the stuff that there is to do around here amazes me. I could defiantly see myself living in a place like this.
Not to mention I can breathe here… and I don’t have a massive amount of snot or caked on boogers in my nose (I’m sure you wanted to know that)
More importantly, it was around 80 degrees today, which is considered hot, but it was amazing that I wore a long sleeve shirt (Rolled up to 3/4ths of course) but I didn’t think I was going to die, even with the humidity.
I played on the beach, ate an awesome sandwich, felt violated by a CD (Mr. Bungle) and got to hang out at a famous place and I totally met Steve-Dave (inadvertently)
Can I move all my friends here?
I didn’t know I could love n place so much, seriously. If I thought the type of person I was in California was much different, the type of person I feel like I am in jersey is 30x more different than that.
People who talk trash about jersey obviously have never been here. It’s pretty much amazing. The green trees, the towns, and the culture… the history here… I was excited about coming here just to see NYC (and Jake) but, I’ve fallen in love with the state of New Jersey as well. I mean, the area I am in is rather close to New York and all, but the stuff that there is to do around here amazes me. I could defiantly see myself living in a place like this.
Not to mention I can breathe here… and I don’t have a massive amount of snot or caked on boogers in my nose (I’m sure you wanted to know that)
More importantly, it was around 80 degrees today, which is considered hot, but it was amazing that I wore a long sleeve shirt (Rolled up to 3/4ths of course) but I didn’t think I was going to die, even with the humidity.
I played on the beach, ate an awesome sandwich, felt violated by a CD (Mr. Bungle) and got to hang out at a famous place and I totally met Steve-Dave (inadvertently)
Can I move all my friends here?
Thursday, September 20, 2007
It just got serious
I was in love before, but now I think it just got serious.
I got a text from my friend Katie saying “remember to come back.” I laughed when I read it, because surely I would come back, and now I’m sitting here wondering how I didn’t get out here sooner.
Jake took me to NYC last night, and can I just say, that was probably the BEST birthday gift ever?! I mean, I almost wet myself just seeing the skyline from the window of the airport, but at night. Wow. That city really doesn’t sleep! – We didn’t even get there until 11 PM and it was still busy as hell.
The culture, the differences were just, it was almost like shell shock.
So we ate at this place called Yum Yum Bangkok, and I have to admit, I only picked the place because of how ridiculous “Yum Yum” was. When we got there, I ordered and Iced tea, she mumbled something to me about Thai tea, and I thought, sure Thai tea sounds uh, like every other tea….It wasn’t. It was orange…. But it was good, it took a few sips to get used to the idea that I wasn’t drinking like, ice tea that I expect from Arizona and all, but it was good. New favorite drink for sure.
So that leads me to the menu – I didn’t understand one bit of it and it was all in English, so I found the noodle part, because Hell, I’m a fat kid, anything with noodles has to be good right? I kid you not; I just pointed at the menu at some random thing and said “that sounds good.”
And it was.
Ashley wasn’t joking when she said the skyline was the best at night. It was FABULOUS. Yes I said fabulous, speaking of fabulous, do you realize how many gay guys live in NYC? Good-god it would be like a “Fag-Hags” dream. – But they were dressed well.
After NYC, Jake took me to his old “hood” and uh, that’s not a hood. That was beautiful. The houses, the streets (did I mention everyone drives crazy out here? And white lines are more of a suggestion…) everything. It was all so pretty. And FYI – The beach I was at last night (5 minutes from his “hood”) had better sand than any California or Oregon beach. It was 10x softer, and the water was actually warmer than Oregon’s icy water in June.
How I’m going to get on that plane Monday morning; well… Guys, I’ll be seeing you….
Or maybe I won’t?
Hey, you’re supposed to do anything for love right?
P.S – I still love Chicago Pizza more!
I got a text from my friend Katie saying “remember to come back.” I laughed when I read it, because surely I would come back, and now I’m sitting here wondering how I didn’t get out here sooner.
Jake took me to NYC last night, and can I just say, that was probably the BEST birthday gift ever?! I mean, I almost wet myself just seeing the skyline from the window of the airport, but at night. Wow. That city really doesn’t sleep! – We didn’t even get there until 11 PM and it was still busy as hell.
The culture, the differences were just, it was almost like shell shock.
So we ate at this place called Yum Yum Bangkok, and I have to admit, I only picked the place because of how ridiculous “Yum Yum” was. When we got there, I ordered and Iced tea, she mumbled something to me about Thai tea, and I thought, sure Thai tea sounds uh, like every other tea….It wasn’t. It was orange…. But it was good, it took a few sips to get used to the idea that I wasn’t drinking like, ice tea that I expect from Arizona and all, but it was good. New favorite drink for sure.
So that leads me to the menu – I didn’t understand one bit of it and it was all in English, so I found the noodle part, because Hell, I’m a fat kid, anything with noodles has to be good right? I kid you not; I just pointed at the menu at some random thing and said “that sounds good.”
And it was.
Ashley wasn’t joking when she said the skyline was the best at night. It was FABULOUS. Yes I said fabulous, speaking of fabulous, do you realize how many gay guys live in NYC? Good-god it would be like a “Fag-Hags” dream. – But they were dressed well.
After NYC, Jake took me to his old “hood” and uh, that’s not a hood. That was beautiful. The houses, the streets (did I mention everyone drives crazy out here? And white lines are more of a suggestion…) everything. It was all so pretty. And FYI – The beach I was at last night (5 minutes from his “hood”) had better sand than any California or Oregon beach. It was 10x softer, and the water was actually warmer than Oregon’s icy water in June.
How I’m going to get on that plane Monday morning; well… Guys, I’ll be seeing you….
Or maybe I won’t?
Hey, you’re supposed to do anything for love right?
P.S – I still love Chicago Pizza more!
Monday, September 10, 2007
“YES! I have a pimple.”
Disclaimer - This post my be more information than you might have wanted to know.
I never thought I’d wake up and go “YES! I have a pimple.”
Does anyone even do that? Because I totally did. I guess I should rewind a bit and fill you in on the acne case. I have rather decent skin, usually void of any pimples of any sort until about 2-3 days before I start my period, in which case my chin or forehead turn into a planetary solar system of dots, usually the red throbbing I-have-my-own-heart-beat kind.
So Saturday morning I wake up and feel my chin, there’s a pimple, while it doesn’t hurt, I think it could be in its early breathing stages, so I shriek in joy “YES FINALLY!”
Thinking that I will get my period.
And that leads me to point B of this story. In about nine days I am leaving for a vacation trip in which I will be seeing a guy I am rather fond of, I intend on doing things of a questionable nature with him, but I fear nature may step in and laugh at me instead by causing the red sea to flow for 4 out of the 5 days I will be there.
This all explains why every time I go to the bathroom I eagerly await the spotting like a girl who thinks she may be pregnant does.
Anyone remember the movie where the Heart Is with Natalie Portman? I am reminded of a specific part when she had slept with someone and feared that she may be pregnant so she takes a test while at the town Library, and from behind closed doors you can hear her screams “YES OH GOD THANK YOU!”
I need that to happen to me within the next two to three days.
Anyone know of any voodoo magic I can do to get things moving along?
I never thought I’d wake up and go “YES! I have a pimple.”
Does anyone even do that? Because I totally did. I guess I should rewind a bit and fill you in on the acne case. I have rather decent skin, usually void of any pimples of any sort until about 2-3 days before I start my period, in which case my chin or forehead turn into a planetary solar system of dots, usually the red throbbing I-have-my-own-heart-beat kind.
So Saturday morning I wake up and feel my chin, there’s a pimple, while it doesn’t hurt, I think it could be in its early breathing stages, so I shriek in joy “YES FINALLY!”
Thinking that I will get my period.
And that leads me to point B of this story. In about nine days I am leaving for a vacation trip in which I will be seeing a guy I am rather fond of, I intend on doing things of a questionable nature with him, but I fear nature may step in and laugh at me instead by causing the red sea to flow for 4 out of the 5 days I will be there.
This all explains why every time I go to the bathroom I eagerly await the spotting like a girl who thinks she may be pregnant does.
Anyone remember the movie where the Heart Is with Natalie Portman? I am reminded of a specific part when she had slept with someone and feared that she may be pregnant so she takes a test while at the town Library, and from behind closed doors you can hear her screams “YES OH GOD THANK YOU!”
I need that to happen to me within the next two to three days.
Anyone know of any voodoo magic I can do to get things moving along?
Friday, September 07, 2007
Ode to Green Tea (with raspberry)
I got bored, I was at work... I had to write this silly little poem
Oh green tea with squirts of raspberry,
How I love thee.
You quench my thirst
And make me smile.
You refresh my mind,
Slurp Slurp.
Mmm, good till the last drop.
Gasp! The last drop,
You come too soon
For the green tea that I love
(with raspberry)
Alone sits the ice, void of
My green tea paradise.
Damn you Starbucks.
Damn you.
- Jennie Marie
Oh green tea with squirts of raspberry,
How I love thee.
You quench my thirst
And make me smile.
You refresh my mind,
Slurp Slurp.
Mmm, good till the last drop.
Gasp! The last drop,
You come too soon
For the green tea that I love
(with raspberry)
Alone sits the ice, void of
My green tea paradise.
Damn you Starbucks.
Damn you.
- Jennie Marie
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