PREPARING FOR MONSTERS

It turns out that my phone wasn't REALLY lost---it just got left at the AT&T store. So, we had to swing by that store at 9AM before heading to the airport.

This was what the inside of my carry-on bag looked like:

The whole way to the airport I kept thinking not about how much I'd miss my family and Houston but about what makes people shitty. I mean, what makes people so shitty?

I know that I'm not the best person in the world. I've done my share of shitty things (e.g. cracking up at my friend's funeral, that one time I masturbated, the time I told my older sister I hope she dies while giving birth), but I know I'm not a shitty person. Some people just seem like they'll never change---and that's so weird to me! That basically means that someone can go through their entire life not really LEARNING anything.

I mean, yeah, you can learn a new fact or come to know something.
But it seems like some people can be the same person most of their life.
They'll never realize their faults and try to work on them.

But maybe they DO realize their faults but they ignore them...
(Where is this coming from? I have no idea. I'm not even referring to any one person/incident either.)

I hung out with Ben J. in Queens last night before going down to Williamsburg to meet up with Max and Sarah and Meredith S. (my very, very good friend who just moved here on Monday) and this guy Drew Bagels. (We went to the Levee, of course.) Ben asked me if I'd ever seen "Teen Witch".

I haven't.

And then he showed me this scene from the movie:

It's so wiggedy wack.
Wiggity whack.

By the time I left the Levee, I was a bit (really) drunk. 
Meredith was going to drive me home, but I didn't know how to get home from where we were. (I don't know the streets too well; I only know the subways. Underground. Subterranean.) And I didn't know how to get to Max and Sarah's place either. (They, including Drew Bagels, had left in a cab.) So, I just had Meredith drop me off at the G train stop kinda near the bar.

But the G train is effed right now during late nights.

And I was pretty drunk and didn't want to bother with trying to find alternate routes to get home.
So, I just went to Ben J.'s again and stayed the night with him.

Here's a photo I took of myself around 4somethingAM on the G train:

I looked gnarly.
(Didn't that word used to mean 'cool' back in the day? Maybe I just thought wrong.)

And HERE are the shoes I'm currently waiting to arrive in the mail:

Let's hope I can pull them off.

I've missed you, pals. This past week has been too easy.

xo
craig-hunter