I'm in New York for the fourth of July. I'm skipping two days of class for long painful walks in a concrete jungle full of various smells (nasty ones usually). So far the main attraction has been shopping at the cheapest store ever- h&m. I've decided H&M stands for ho and mo. I also went to China Town where this African American gentleman tried to sell me a "stolen" knock off IWC big pilot. He made it look all suspicious and called me to the side after he heard me asking other store owners for one. He went off and told me to wait there for 5 minutes and he came back with one in his shirt's pocket. It was the worst knock off in the entire market and he was asking $150 for it. I've decided to keep buying cheaper-not luxury watches but real watches from now on. In fact, I think i'm gonna go back to the basics/ classics and invest in a casio digital watch. I miss the little backlight button on the side.
yea, that one.
Today was the fourth of July. There was live music at battery park and big crowds everywhere. The Macy's fireworks was amazing too, or so I heard. Unfortunately, I also missed the Natasha Bedingfield live music along with the fireworks (thank god.) I ain't got a pocket full of sunshine and I ain't getting one any time soon. So I decided to head back to peaceful town of Suffern BEFORE the fireworks started so I could get back to my host family safely. It was a long train ride home (1.5 hours). Came back all alone, no one to talk to. There was a crying woman at the train station, she had lots of bags with her. I wanted to ask her if she needed help taking all those bags into the train. But, I forgot. The train came and everyone rushed in, and being alone I didn't want to miss it I guess. No one else cared at the station. Everyone just minded their own business. Its weird how insensitive people are. The lady didn't seem like she was just a hobo or something. She was very well dressed. I guess she broke up with her boyfriend or something. She wasn't the only lady I saw crying at the station. I saw one yesterday also. I guess the city just dries the compassion out of everyone. I guess i'm a victim too.
On the way back I saw a bunch of attractive girls all dressed up, catching trains towards the city. It's going to be a fun night for them. I guess. It's funny because I took an extra change of clothes to spend the night out in New York City on the fourth of July too. The catch here is that I'm still not 21. So my time is limited to the 1040 train to Suffern. I texted my "friends" who are in New York. However, as you may have guessed already, no one returned a phone call or text. Other people whom I was hanging out with are 21 and didn't want to tell me that I'd be a burden on them tonight, so they used their friends to tell me while they went to the restroom.
Oh well, at least I had headphones on me. The music while walking back to penn station and riding the train was well themed.
I'm going to MOMA tomorrow to appreciate the arts of Dali.
cheers,
nK
