B. Dizzle Rockin' the Live Journal

4:23pm: Living in New York City is awesome.

I saw Salman Rushdie yesterday and was nervous as if I was seeing a superstar. He won the Booker Prize. More prestigious in my eyes than any celebrity anyway.

The end.

8:45pm: I've discovered that I love the enigmatic.

Monday was a day of remembering.

I was taking the ferry back from Staten Island. In a sleepy haze, I watched as a woman sitting next to me scolder her child because he cried, wanting the dropped the book he was reading that was now out of reach. I thought about saying something, offering to her that her child just wanted the book that was hidden from her sight underneath the stroller. But I didn't.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, the woman and her children were gone. The book remained in the place it was abandoned. Again, I think about calling after the woman. I wanted to tell her about the discarded book, but I took too long thinking it over so that when I finally gained the courage, she was no where in sight.

I sat there for a while, watching the colorful cardboard pages thinking about how I hoped the child would not miss this object, that hopefully it was just another relic to keep him occupied and not a cherished thing, as if it could be the only story that would get him to settle down to sleep at night.

I continued watching, dazing, when a little boy released himself from his mother's grip and reached for the book. The action was so quick that it startled me and I quickly straightened myself. I wanted to defend the book, to say something along the lines of the mother with the two children of whom the book really belonged to. The boy caught my gaze and smiled a sheepish smile, as if apologizing, his two front teeth missing in a representation of something I could only call innocence. The mother watched as her boy took the book and said nothing, just offered her hand for him to take hold again.

I hoped, secretly, that the book had found a new home, a new way of producing entertainment for a child.

8:48pm: Flame Trees

Today I spent a rainy cold day in shorts and a sleeveless top. I walked around Prospect Park, uninhibited by my childlike amazement of the changing trees—from green to golden yellows, sunshine oranges, fire reds. I was cold, my hair was frizzing. Others were confused by my reactions to something so simple, so everyday, but I didn’t care. Today was a day of not caring.

 

And though I was shivering and uncomfortable, I felt happy. I have been drawn here, to this city, to find a part of me buried somewhere deep. I have lost that girl long ago, and now I am rediscovering. The changing of the trees has helped. Perhaps they symbolize the change happening in me.

 

I wonder what the winter will bring.


 

12:44am: Shout out to my peeps
Knock, knock...

Anyone go on this thing anymore?

12:43am: I just saw The Chronicles of Narnia and I'm still at awe by it's greatness.

7:10pm: ( I got my nose pierced!! (a little late posting this since I got it done about a week ago) )

12:07am: So here are the events of my very cool halloween night:

It has become a very rare event that both me and Vinny have the same night off of work (he works practically every night), but tonight we both had off work and so we wanted to do something special together. I had no ideas up my sleeve so I basically left it up to Vinny to decide what we were going to do tonight. We could have gone trick-or-treating but we had no costumes, etc.
While I was at my Stats class Vinny and his roommate were looking online for something for us to do and Puma (the roommate) suggested that we go to CityWalk in Universal Studios. Well, when opening the webpage for CityWalk Vinny noticed a big advertisment for Death Cab for Cutie playing at the Hard Rock Live. Since he knows Death Cab is my favorite band he called me up and told me that they were playing and I was ecstatic.
Now, I knew my brother had gone to a Death Cab concert in Orlando just yesterday and it was sold-out for months, so why they were playing again in the same city the next night and why this one wasn't sold out 3 hours before the show was beyond me, but I wasn't going to argue with anything - I was going to see Death Cab in concert!!!
Turns out, they were supposed to be playing in Hollywood, FL or something but decided to stay here for a charity thing and it was kinda last minute. So the concert wasn't packed and I was so close to the stage. It was amazing.

I love Death Cab!!!

2:05pm: I just got $1440.50 from my scholarship/refund. Woo!

4:55pm: It is so weird coming home for the first time after moving out: the traffic is practically non-existant and everyone driving is old and drives slow and carefully opposed to roads filled with asshole-teenage drivers. Plus, even after only being away for 2 weeks, I've already seen buildings that weren't there before I left. Oh - and I don't have a room. Home, sweet home.

On another note, I finally got a new phone. Of course it's still pretty generic and doesn't really do anything but make phone calls, but at least this one works and has a color screen :).

7:02pm: Pictures of my apartment, yay!

My room :).

Another angle of my room.

My desk.

Me and Mandy in her room.

Me and Vinny.

Living room.

Kitchen.

Dining room.

One half of my bathroom.

The other half of my bathroom.

Sorry for the fuzziness of the pictures.

5:02pm: I'm back from Las Vegas and even though the city is know for it's tourism, I don't know if I have any good things to say about the it except that I got $400.

3:52pm: Chess
So on my way home from work today I heard "One Night in Bangkok" from Chess on 101.5. Weird, yet awesome.

1:27pm: ( My first car accident )

10:11pm: I have an apartment! And I will atually be rooming with someone I know.

...welcome adulthood...

6:46pm: I wished I journaled more.

2:30pm: FINALLY...

Well, I'm officially accepted to UCF. It just took them 4 months and a lost transcript for them to get back to me with an acceptance. Geez, why does this feel like I'm just entering into another Springstead on a larger scale?

6:03pm: My new digital camera.
I got a digital camera for Christmas and finally put the thing to use. I figured that it might be interesting to look at the pictures I've recently taken.

( Lame Pictures Ahead! )

12:31pm: NaNoWriMo
Fifty FREAKIN thousand words.
1,666.66 words a day.
45 hours of pure writing pleasure.

ALL IN ONE MONTH.

And yes I am a psycho.
And yes I am a novelist.

2:08pm: NaNoWriMo
HALF WAY FREAKIN' THERE!!!

Today is the 15th. I have 15 more days to go until the end of November. I have 25,000 words written thus far.

...wait, why am I doing this again?

3:22pm: Weird conversations with computers.
I don't know if you guys know about the computer program known as ZolaOnAOL on aim, but it's supposed to be a program used for really bored people who have no one to chat to and want to talk to some dumb computer. She can also be used to find movie times or the weather or things like that. Try talking to her sometime...it's weird.
But anyway, in the expanse of my boredom I attempted to talk to the program and the conversation that I had with it was quite...interesting...

LiquidIce08: Why is the world how it is?
ZolaOnAOL: You sure are a curious human.
LiquidIce08: Can you answer that question?
ZolaOnAOL: Of course I can answer it. What was the question?
LiquidIce08: Why is the world how it is?
ZolaOnAOL: I'll have to get back to you on that one.
LiquidIce08: Can you tell me why it is full of failing human beings?
ZolaOnAOL: Why do I exist?
LiquidIce08: What is existence?
ZolaOnAOL: Continuance of being; life; living.
LiquidIce08: Do you possess the continuance of being; life; living?
ZolaOnAOL: No I do not possess the continuance of being life; living. Do you? I am always on the Web.
LiquidIce08: Then you do not exist according to your own definition.
ZolaOnAOL: Fascinating. Should I exist according to your own definition? I exist as much as you exist, LiquidIce08
LiquidIce08: I believe I exist.
ZolaOnAOL: Just because you believe it doesn't make it true.
LiquidIce08: What is truth but the act of believing?
ZolaOnAOL: I know a little bit about truth but the act of believing, but I could always learn more. I'll have to study truth but the act of believing. I'm interested in anything that isn't harmful to people.
LiquidIce08: People are harmful.
ZolaOnAOL: Humans are not always infallible.
LiquidIce08: Humans won't succeed.
ZolaOnAOL: What will you do instead?
LiquidIce08: Fail miserably.
ZolaOnAOL: Sounds like a plan.

...wow, I have no life. I obviously like to ask computers philosophical questions to life.

4:46pm: That damn SAT. 12 frickin 40. I hate my life...

4:31pm: My worst nightmare.
NNNOOO!!! They casted me! My life is over :(!

5:17pm: My *ouch* ankle...
So Friday night I totally twisted my ankle. It swelled up like a balloon and it kinda looked like I have a cancerous growth coming out of the side of my leg. I waited Saturday and, yes, even all day Sunday to finally decide that it was time to go see a doctor. Today it's still swollen and it's starting to bruise badly. I won't be in school tomorrow most likely :(. I hope it's not something serious. And I really hope that I don't have to wear a caste of any type.

8:06pm: Of Rainbows and Hurricanes
I just went outside and saw the most beautiful rainbow! It was a full arch rainbow and you could see every color distinctively. It was amazing and I wanted to stare at it for hours. There was even a faint rainbow on top of the first one. If only I could savor the moment forever...

6:08pm: Lincoln
Back from Lincoln, Illinois!!!

...What an experience!