September 24th, 2010

So, my life is pretty random. That was the whole point of me starting a blog,to share all the 'huh?' stuff I see on an everyday basis. Let's take today for example. I wake up (late) and look out the window. I see people walking up & down the block wearing long sleeved shirts and/or jackets. I don't look at the weather reports, ever. So, I take the outfits I see as an indication of how today feels. I rush around, get dressed in a long sleeved, ribbed black shirt and jeans; and race out the door. Once I get outside, I realize ITS HOT! Okay, I'm already late, so there's no time to change. I make it to the salon and realize I'm even later than I thought. The wax lady takes me into the room and fixes me up. Along the way, she tells me to 'man up' and that 'it doesn't hurt so bad. You're 21, you should be used to it by now'. Honestly, it doesn't hurt AS much, but it still effin hurts. I leave her salon, smooth (albeit still in pain). Now I have to run down to the OTHER side of the highway, to pay my phone bill. Its 10 looong blocks, and this black shirt isn't making things better.

I get to to the place, pay my bill and realize I have to walk 7 blocks back the way I just came from to get to the train station. Oyy. So, I trudge along, picking up a bottle of soda (eww) for $2.19 (wtf? Why so expensive?) So now, $3 is all the money I have left in this world. [Side note: if any of you are interested in sponsoring a hungry brown child,
email me so I can give you my info lol]. I get a phone call from my mother. My 700+ page September issue of Vogue magazine is waiting for me at the Post Office. Allegedly, it was too big to fit in the mailbox, and that's why it wasn't delivered. Although, that doesn't explain why it's arriving 6 weeks late. Brushing that off, I get on the train; a hot sweaty mess. I'm feeling all self conscious, so I'm more than grateful for the ac. Except... Thanks MTA, the one day I want the train to be freezing cold the air conditioning isn't on. To trick my brain into cooling down, I blast Christmas carols on my iPod. As you sneer, the psych major allows the psychosomatic feeling to work. I stopped sweating while jamming to "Silver Belles" lmao.

So, I get off the train at my stop. And, because I'm broke and its hot as hell, I figure I'll get on the bus and use the transfer. Ten minutes into waiting, with no bus on the horizon I say eff it and jump in a dolla cab (which costs 2 bucks these days, but that's another rant for another day). So, the cab is stopped at a red light in front of a pizza shop, when we all hear a loud argument. Ooh yay, because there's not enough gratuitous violence in my day *insert eye roll here*. We pulled up mid-argument, the only thing we hear is this black guy screaming out "if you wanted the f*cking $10 all you had to do was ask. F*cking thieves" as he exits the pizzeria. The 2 Mexican employees are standing by the door and the heftier of them says something along the lines of "get the f*ck' out". Which honestly, was uncalled for seeing as how homeboy had just left. The black guy turns around, and storms back in cursing and ready to swing on the guys. The 2 Mexicans pretty much jump the black guy. He gets away from them, picks up a chair and hits the glass display case on the counter, along with one of the guys he was fighting. That was all we saw, as the light changed and the cabbie drove off. Which only makes me wonder, why are the traffic lights in Coney Island so long? Ooh, and I hope nobody go too hurt in that brawl either.