LIVE! from New York City..

im. in. love.

I was born to live here, I dont know why I waited for so long. Everything about this place is perfect- the sounds, the streets, the people, the places. The ride over here was a bumpy one though, literally. That damn Wind struck again; it was the most turbulent plane ride I have EVER been on. Plus, I have a severe case whiplash. I dont know why but apparently either teh plane was going to crash into something or the pilot randomly felt the urge to bring to the plane to a complete abrupt stop at the expense of his already planesick passengers. rude.

Anywho, at least I survived. Then it was off to baggage claim, both my suitcases were dark so it would have been difficult to spot had they not each had a big red tag reading HEAVY. yea, so? Due to the heaviness of my bags, and that fact that they were 3, it was a no brainer that I'd need one of those pushy carts to load my life onto. You know how much they are in Miami? FREE. You know how much the use of that pushy cart for 5 minutes is here in NY? $5. Keeping with the traditional $5 was the toll fare, in Miami a nice $1.25 will get you anywhere on the highways, not here. Whatever, even if they charged me $5 to step foot on the streets everyday I would gleefully live my life in debt.

The cab ride was equally amazing. I felt like I was getting home; nothing felt foreign to me, it was wierd and great all at the same time. As we pulled up, I was beyond excited to see the glorious apartment Id be living in for the rest of the year. After 5 flights of stairs, 5!, we made it to the apartment. I always wondered why Lindsay hesitated to send me a picture of the room I would be sleeping in and I soon came to realize why; its a box. Im not kidding you, it is the size of two full beds and half a twin, actually thats being too generous, scratch that last part about the twin. You walk in and if you take 5 steps, your in my bed, if you take two stepts the right, your hitting the wall. Ashley described it as "cozy yet liveable". I dont know if it was the bumpy plane ride or the whiplash but I felt really dizzy walking in there- I have set foot in there only 6 times so far. Ill make it work though, the rest of the apartment is great. We live off of Park Ave and can see the Chrysler building from the bedroom windows. There is wood floor and gorgeous balcony outlooking the brownstone buildings.

The best part about my apartment are my roomates; L, Bar, and Brett. Lindsey, Barbie, and I all went to highschool together. Barbie and I werent really friends and Lindsey used to say gay jokes and try to come up with nick names all the time. Lindsey is still at it with the nick names but has toned it down with the gay jokes. Lindsey is the most helpful, crazy, party animal I know, she introduced me to Marshmellow and I am forever grateful. Barbie is a lil muppets whom I have endearingly come to call Bar in honor of Bar Refaeli. Brett is a witty girl from St. Louis. We hit it off rigth away because she thinks like me and I like that. She also doesn't let me send text messages using the word "awesome" which I think is a good quality to have in a friend.

After the roommate bonding, I had to go to the 'CVS' of ny named 'Duane Reed'. That's awkward to pronounce and I keep calling it Dwayne Wade. I bought some of lifes essentials, took my very first walk down the streets of new york as a resident, and then took pictures as a tourist.

After some dinner, gossip girl and wine, lindsey and I decided to baptise my NY residency with a trip to Butter. You know how I know I was meant to live here? I SAW BRENDA WALSH!! My first night in NY and I see my favorite TV character of all history? Am I in heaven? Other reasons I know I was meant to live here:

-the Costume Institute MET Gala took place last night, the exact day I arrived.
-the S&P 500 hit its highest point since Jan 8th
-I have an interview already set up for tommorow, 11am!

More details on that tommorow. Right now I'm dead, I got off at Grand Central Station by mistake and I tried to act cool and pretend like I did it on purpose. My coolness landed me hurting feet and 100 blocks of walking in the rain. Not only that, but I was walking in the rain trying to disguise a bag that had SHOEGASM written across it. Hey, I was desperate. Smart me left all her booths and closed shoes at home so I had to go to the first store I saw. Who names a store shoegasm?

Anywho, got to start unpacking. Sorry this post is kinda lame, I need my laptop which gets here on Thursday. More entertaining stories to come..