New York, New York

I've made the move to New York City.

I don't think there could be a bigger difference between places than the difference between Delhi and NYC. For those who are unfamiliar with the metropolis of Delhi, NY (shame on you!!), let me fill you in. Delhi is a small town in central New York, it has a grand total of two stoplights, it is quiet and peaceful, people generally are friendly and warm, things are pretty much the same every day.

Let me say for the record that I love Delhi, and everyone there that I know, and it was an amazing place to grow up, I wouldn't have it any other way.

But upon graduating, I got the undeniable urge to leave the nest and strike out on my own, my destination of choice: New York City (for many reasons, one very beautiful and incredible one in particular).

Spoiler alert!!: New York is wayyyy different than Delhi. The first two weeks here have been a little overwhelming at times, the pace of the city, the sensory overload, the constant motion and array of things to do... exhausting.

Exhausting but one of a kind and something everyone should experience. I mean, where else can you see a midget micheal jackson impersonator on the subway platform and have it not be the most alarming or intriguing thing you've come across all day???

Outta shape

Le Tour de France started today, inspiring me to step up my riding. I have been getting out there for some miles a couple times a week lately, but I have decided that I need to get on it a little harder.

Well, went out for a ride today and decided that I would do one of my usual loops to gauge the ol' fitness. And the results are: desperately out of shape. Legs burned on every little climb, gasping for breath...

I was able to average 19 miles an hour for the very hilly loop, so all is not lost. If I stay consistent for a little while I'll be back to fightin' fit in no time. Hopefully.

P.S.- My pick for the tour, Andy Schleck of Luxembourg. He had a pretty terrible prologue today, but he'll get it back in the mountains.

High maintenance animals

To get you all up to speed, my parents left for France on Saturday. They asked me to stay home for the two weeks they are gone to take care of the animals. I said sure, I am a capable young adult, I have lived on my own for the last two years, plus it will be nice to not have my parents hovering around for a while. (They have really started to lose their minds, my father was literally walking around in his boxers muttering about how we have too many cats.)

I was not aware of how much attention our animals need until the morning they left when my mom gave me the list of animal upkeep. I'm not talking anything as simple as food, water, and shelter, I am well aware of what it takes to care for an animal. No no, there is a whole page of instruction on what animals get what medicine on what days and at what times, what times to let which animals in and out, what food to give them at what time...

I can't take it.

It takes up so much time of my day, I spend so much time thinking about what I have to do, preparing to do it, and then actually carrying out the care these animals actually need.

I also can see why my dad is going nuts. The cats just follow you around meowing because they want you to feed them, even if they have literally just been fed. I catch myself talking to them as if they can understand me.

For example, from this morning at 7 a.m.: "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!? I JUST FED YOU! HOW ARE YOU STILL HUNGRY?!?"

If you notice that I've lost my mind the next time you see me, take pity and humor me. It was the animals.

Back

Hello readership out there in internet land.

This is getting redundant, but I do know that it has been forever since I've updated this thing. I'm going to do better now, I promise.

To get those that don't know back up to speed, this is what I've been doing since the last post:

Graduated from college, still not sure how I made it.

Went to NYC a time or two to see some good people (one special person in particular).

Looked for a job in my major (communications with a concentration in journalism), with absolutely no success.

Started painting houses again because funds are quite low.

Planned a trip to Colorado in August.

Planning on moving to the city by the end of the summer.

Thought about how I need to find a job in the city.

That's about it, more to come on all of those topics soon. If anyone still reads this thing, it's good to have ya!!! Cheers, much love.

People that make my life interesting

Seeing as I'm kind of at a loss for witty shit to write about, I'm going to be doing a multi-installment introduction of all the people that make my life interesting in so many strange ways. I'll try to find the most embarrassing picture possible for each segment as well.

Now I simply cannot cover everybody, so if you get left out, don't feel bad, I still love you.

Here goes...

Name: Paul

Known Aliases: N.F.P. (Not Fun Paul), Peesh, and most recently: Zongo

I met Paul freshman year when we were both running XC at Cortland and we've been friends ever since. I've lived with Paul for the last two years, last year in Shit House, and now this year in Shit Apartment. (There will be a profile of both of those places soon). Paul quit running for the team sophomore year, and decided that he wanted to get big. So he started lifting weights like a damn animal. He did develop some real nice man breasts. That was fine, except that now he has decided to be a runner again, and his breasts are weighing him down.

Paul has earned the nickname N.F.P. over the last year, after he ceased to be fun. Maybe it's him becoming mature at a faster rate than the rest of us idiots, or maybe he's just a pussy. He used to get wild and do fun things like yell at crackhead townies, smear cake into the carpet, throw his phone down the street like Chad Pennington throws footballs.

Paul also may or may not be a serial killer, he disappears for long periods of time, makes up excuses to leave the apartment, like going to buy alfredo sauce at 11:30 at night. We're convinced he murders people like Patrick Bateman.

In spite of the probable homicides, and the lack of fun, he's still a blast to be around, and he has made my time here at Cortland bearable. Good job Zongo!

Herrro

Been a looong time since I've updated this thing. If anyone out there in internet land is still reading this, I apologize and I'll try to do better. I should have plenty of time, seeing as I'm not doing any school work.

What drive I had to do work has completely left me, so instead of just doing it, I'm ignoring it all until the last possible moment... it's a bold strategy, we'll see how it works out.

I figure that with only two weeks of class left, I can let it slide and it won't effect my grades that much, and to be honest as long as Bitterbaum The Birdwatcher hands me that diploma in a month I really don't care what grades I get.

More to come soon. Stay classy.

I hate treadmills

The weather has turned sour yet again in Cortland. When I got back from class to go for my run it was 35 and raining. Normally this wouldn't have kept me from the run, but Paul Fiore convinced me to go to the gym and run on the treadmill.

I hate treadmills.

I don't know why I agreed to it. Treadmills are the worst, it's always too hot in the gym, there is no scenery, they make my legs hurt, I always end up running at 6:15 pace because I'm bored, I can't fart without making the whole place nauseous (running causes flatulence... it's just science).

I do however enjoy the look on peoples faces when they see me on a treadmill. At 6' 2" I already stand out, add the fact that I am wearing split running shorts, running four times faster than any of the sorority girls or meatheads that usually inhabit gym treadmills, and that I am sweating profusely and I draw lots of bewildered looks.

Aside from the boredom and making a spectacle of myself, it turned out to be a decent run. Kicked up the incline and let the legs fly a little, felt pretty good. Would have felt better outside though...