4 posts tagged “houston”
I started crying at the airport yesterday when I learned that my reservation was messed up. I thought I wouldn't be able to come home for my mum's birthday.
Yeah, so I missed the 1:30PM flight.
But I fixed the problem and ended up getting on the 4:15PM flight.
My sisters picked me up. And that was nice.
When we got to my mother's apartment, it was really sweet: when she saw me, she cried out "OH! My son, my son! My son! I've missed my son! Oh my God!" and she felt my stomach and sides and talked about how I've lost weight and gave me all these kisses on my cheek.
It was really sweet. =)
Today she made me breakfast and brought it to me so I could eat it while lying on the couch, watching "Will and Grace". And then we ran some errands and she bought me things, including my FAVORITE glue, a rotary cutter, and some new underwear.
I kinda don't feel like hanging out with any of my friends.
Lying on this sofa and watching television and eating lots of food feels too good.
In other news, Chanel (of Junkprints) made me this shirt that I've been eyeing since before I knew her. It's so boss.
I kinda don't want to take it off. I'm so proud of it. And I like showing it off.
It's getting kinda rank tho cuz I'm sorta smelly... but... y'know.
More later.
Do you know what group is good?
Public Enemy.
Seriously.
I am forever in Jessica P.'s debt for telling me to get the album "Apocalypse 91... The Empire Strikes Black". So good.
So, I might visit Houston at the end of the month. I'm really excited about that. I miss my family and friend.
The other night when the ideas were buzzin', I wrote my friend Lauren K. and asked her if she wanted to be pen pals.
This is Lauren:
I used to have the biggest (BIGGEST) crush on her when I was in high school. (Actually I think the crush went on into college.)
(I hated her boyfriend, Chris K., in high school because I was jealous of him. And now he and I are actually closer than she and I ever were. How 'bout that?)
Anyway, she was down with the idea of being pen pals. So, tomorrow I'm sending my letter to her.
I'm also sending a letter to this other pen pal I have named Danielle.
She's very attractive and has a shop on Etsy.
She's fun to write to.
I'm just waiting for me to fuck up this whole pen pal thing, though. I'm not good with this sort of thing.
One of my BFF's came into town last night---my friend Meredith S. I met up with she and her friend from Vassar at some bar in Williamsburg (it's a really trendy/hip part of Brooklyn. gag.).
Anyway, Meredith and I ended up at this guy's apartment in Chelsea, this guy we know from Houston who's lived here for about 5 years now. (He lives so much in Chelsea that he lives next door to the Chelsea Hotel. Seriously. Literally.)
We left and we were so drunk and giggly... We didn't know how to get back to Queens (where she was staying). I dunno how we pulled it off, but we did.
(There was this one point where we were leaning against this storefront, laughing so hard and not paying attention to anything. And this guy started yelling in some other language because he was trying to lift the gate on the storefront so that he could open his store for the day. Hah.)
(Yeah, it was late.)
This morning Meredith and I got Dunkin' Donuts.
I think I really like that place. I got a sausage and cheese and egg croissant thang.
No coffee, though.
I don't drink/like coffee.
No donuts.
They make me feel fat/gross.
Oh yeah, so I've been thinking a lot about it today.
And I've come to the conclusion that Sleater-Kinney is officially one of my favorite bands.
They fascinate me for some reason.
So...
Since Friday I've been house sitting for my older sister and her fiance, who are in Miami for a week. I like this place. It's very cozy and clean. And they have a treadmill. And two HDTV's. (Nice televisions make me want to watch television. And they make me cozy.)
This area of town is in the process of gentrification. There are lots of attractive condos being built, but there are also lots of houses like this:
I mean, on one hand, there are those Bratmobile lyrics playing in my head: "I've got a story 'bout D.C. to tell and I don't think yr gonna like it very well. It's about boys and girls and the rich and the poor. But what if no one can afford to live here anymore?"
But on the other hand, I think I've always wanted to live in a condo. A nice one. I've always wanted to be one of those well-off attractive white people that stay up late and dress casually and who are smart and always have booze on hand and snack food they forget about and a big screen tv with a remote they aren't really sure how to use and who are likable and crap like that.
(Please don't judge me.)
I dunno.
I think I just want money. I've never had it. I'm a fan of it.
I'm always wanting something I can't have.
And I think I'm always wanting somebody else's lifestyle. Not that I try to do/act like those whose lifestyles I want... I guess I'm just sort of envious.
I come from a poor family. And the kids in elementary school used to make fun of my clothes.
What do you expect?
ALSO...
I'm feeling like the WORST e-seller on Earth.
This whole moving-from-my-two-bedroom-apartment-to-my-mother's-one-bedroom-apartment situation has really fucked me over. My sales aren't as frequent as they once were, and I have SO MANY ORDERS to mail out. I'm so behind. My inventory is still in storage. And I can't really drive there to go get it because I don't drive... And my mother (and every other fucking person) works all day long...
I can't concentrate when I'm living with somebody else.
It makes me insane and antsy and indecisive.
In the meantime, I spend most of my time making new things because I have to keep on making money so that I have some sort of income.
But then that makes me feel like a douche because I feel like I should be shipping out people's purchases instead.
Okay, honestly...
I don't know what I want.
And I don't know what I should do about anything.
Okay, honestly x2...
I wish I could quit school and move away. FAR.
I'm so exhausted.
I couldn't make it to my psychiatrist appointment this afternoon because I don't have any money to pay for it... =/
I had $35 a few days ago, but that was for my medication.
I didn't have enough to pay for some water while I was at Walgreen's, so I shoplifted it.
(I had a 20-30minute walk ahead of me... and it was really hot and humid here in Houston...)
Maybe one day when I have money I'll go back and give the $1.39 to Walgreen's.
Because I just feel guilty.
Shoplifting is not something I do anymore. It's unethical.
I need a person to take care of me.
I'm just not good with being practical.
Not at all.
My hearing finally came back... Well, now it doesn't feel like I'm wearing earmuffs and I'm not hearing ringing anymore...
I went to see Lightning Bolt the other night.
Very fast, very loud, very good.
