If I’m unemployed this summer, I’m going to die my hair blonde. Always thought I’d look horrible, but I’m starting to think I could pull it off now…
Have listened to nothing but Big Bang on loop for the past 2 weeks. Unhealthy obsession taken to the next level, Oh my god. All I want in life is G-Dragon. I will never be happy.
Discovered by long lost soul mate: green raisins. Have eaten at leat a few pounds of it the past few days.
I want to take kickboxing lessons this summer. 1) Because I have a lot of anger to let out. 2) I need to get in shape, actually.
After seeing Greg over break, I realized how much I missed NYC. Never thought I’d be saying it but I miss my friends, I miss Ed, I miss East Village. I even miss ramen. The first thing I do when I get back to New York is bakery hop all around the Village—Sweet Revenge, Macaron Parlour, Black Hound, Cha An… I die.
Also, I’m going to become a cheese connoisseur.
People often ask me, “what’s it like going to school in New York City?” They expect me to reply with crazy-ass stories at bars and clubs. And although those tales are tall and amusing, I can honestly say that I don’t have many to share.
I found even before classes started in September that going to clubs and bars are particularly monotonous and frankly, risky. First off, clubs are full of strangers, often sweaty and smelly, and most people stick to their friend groups anyways. You’re basically paying a week’s worth of money to get groped by sketchy men or look into your friends’ faces, something you can do more easily in the light of your dorm room with plenty of snacks at hand. Second, I don’t like the mindset people have when they go out—get smashed, meet strangers, then complain about how unattractive those strangers were. Enough said: learn your lesson. Third, bars are for relaxing and watching sport games, not… that.
I find going out for something quaint, with a bunch of friends or people you’d like to know better, much more enjoyable. Restaurants, comedy shows, getting coffee, getting froyo, window shopping, real shopping, exploring new territory, study groups—even studying by yourself sometimes—is more enjoyable than forsaking your classiness for a run-down lounge filled with hookers and creeps.
I’m glad I have good friends to enjoy these things, and sometimes clubbing, with. Now it’s back to work.
Just Like the in Movies
You know that scene in the movies when the intern stumbles out with a pile of books, a tray of coffee, three purses, keys, and an entire closet dangling from their digits?
That was yours truly today!
Today, New York Model Management threw a New Faces Orientation at the Eventi Hotel. The penthouse was huge, with the largest balcony and coolest bathrooms I’ve ever seen. Long story short it was ineffably nice. The Executive Director of the CFDA (Council of Fashion Designers of America), the umbrella corporation to all things fashion and modelling, the Booking Director of Teen Vogue, one of the most famous street-fashion photographers, and famous modelling agents were there, offering tips and advice for these new models, excited to jump start their careers.
It was a humbling experience, as I took and hung the coats and bags of all the gorgeous models, distinguished guests, and influential individuals in the fashion industry. I arranged bags, cards, boxes, bottles, bars, chairs, pillows, etc. I briefed breath-taking models on what was expected of them and lined them up for photo-shoots and interviews, as if I had any authority. I ushered and served, sprinted down two blocks to buy coca cola for guests—twice! I was to make conversation with powerful speakers during intermission. Sent emails to get tweets tweeted while I argued with and directed hotel staff. Ran back and forth from room to room adjusting music with the room key in my mouth (lack of extra hands).
7 hours of madness, a free meal, worn down heels, and many handshakes later, I sit and ponder—today was one of the best experiences ever.
is the sound of opportunity.
My dad has been urging me to find an internship, but laziness has gotten the better of me. I haven’t even thought about where or what I’d be interested in. This morning was actually the first time I even gave it any thought. Before I sign my soul over to the business devils, I want to do something fun—fashion, food, photography, art. Think about this later, I told myself.
But as if god heard my prayers, my very handsome friend approached me this afternoon in Public Speaking class. He is an intern at New York Models and offered me an internship there too!
Not as a model, but still in the industry. They were looking with someone with a business background, spoke fluent mandarin, and had an interest in fashion. Wow, can you embody me with any phrases better than those? I just sent her an email and I can’t wait to hear a response.
Life likes to send good things every once in a while.
Hope it sends me a Shiba Inu soon, hehe!
The last time I saw anything this crowded was this past summer in Beijing. People swarmed out of escalators into the throbbing mass of Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Children, Parents, Grandparents, Cousins, Hoodlums, Marines, Beggars, Pastors, Vendors, and Wall Street Protesters. Aside from the constant pheromone-secretion of Auntie Anne’s and Nathan’s Hotdogs, New York Pennsylvania Station wreaked of Danish Butter Cookies (commonly known as the Christmas Cookies), fresh roses, and gym-class sweat. A bald man flipped my luggage over while rushing from his seat. A middle-aged woman trampled over my foot as I struggled to keep my desserts from spilling onto the floor, which hid entirely behind squeaking sneakers and clicking heels.
From the mezzanine, we must have looked like bees—pushing back and forth between the masses within the hive that is the concourse. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding buzzing between the bald man and I, the middle-aged woman and I, the two strangers touching elbows next to the ticket booth, the tourist and the native New Yorker waiting in line at Subway. This chaos that accompanied the scent of life, floating above our very heads, between our legs, around our hearts, was a shared goal. Every man and woman in that station was there for one reason—family.
At any other time in New York City, strangers paid no attention to one another, especially in large public places such as Madison Square Garden. But on the eve of Thanksgiving, there was smiling, laughing, even a warm feeling as people accidentally bumped chests and dropped suitcases. “Have a Happy Thanksgiving”, I said to the woman who sold me my ticket and returned my gesture with her kindness. She spent her Thanksgiving Eve in a musty station just so she can make a few dollars to support her family and so I could be with mine.
It is times like this that being in a big, busy city is great. Every person you pass is thinking of one thing: I need to get home to my loved ones. And that was all I could think of as the TV screen flashed “Trenton—Boarding”, as I jerked my way through the crowd at Track 9, and as I sprinted down the corridor to the farthest train cart, bright red suitcase in hand and checkerboard backpack intact. All the while, Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson was blasting under my earmuffs. Its lyric-less, guitar-heavy melody pumped in sync with my adrenaline as I was getting closer to home—foot-by-foot to Princeton Junction.
TORCH DAY 2011: a competition between residence halls.
Weinstein won most spirited out of of 20 residence halls.
First time I ever danced on stage. It was a fun experience!
Is not a myth.
Damn Downstein, the yummy buffet-style dining hall right on the bottom floor of my residence hall. Damn Upstein, home of Quizno Subs and the only Chick-fil-A in NYC, in the lobby of my residence hall. Damn Stern and all these clubs for giving us so much free food—Taco Bell, Chipotle, etc.!
To celebrate my enormous growth, I am finally going to hit up the gym. I hear the NYU gyms are pretty nice and less crowded if you go during the day. I hope I can look back on this post and realize I actually went through with it. Time to hit the elliptical and pump some iron! Wish me luck!
… I’m going to need it.
being in new york city for 9/11 is… indescribable.. i was in the third grade and in miami, fl when the whole thing happened. i remember seeing it on the TV and thinking “why are there two empire state buildings?” not being in the tri-state region when it happened made it seem so unreal to me.
now being here, and no more than a few miles from ground zero actually, it seems so real to me. in union square last night, there was a memorial where “peace one day” was spelled in beautiful script by burning candles. but within a few feet away, others were enjoying a michael jackson acapella show. as i walked back to my dorm 6 blocks south, i stopped at washington square, where people were handing out 9/11 conspiracy pamphlets and screaming all sorts of things i’m not sure if i should disbelieve. trying to sleep that night was difficult too. sirens were sounding every other minute. my room mate got back late because taxis crossing the manhattan border were searched. motorcycle gangs revved their engines all night as i tried to dream.
this morning i walked to madison square garden. it was like any old day in new york city— the sky was only slightly grey and the streets were bustling with life. at penn station, people had their ear plugs in while they waited to board their trains.
this is grieving.
i am about to complain. you have been warned.
On Mondays and Wednesdays I have three classes—Writing the Essay, East Asian Cultures, and Public Speaking, the earliest of which start at 11 AM. I can nap in between and I’m done by 4:45.
On Tuesday and Thursdays I have one class—Calc I, which starts at 12:30 PM. I get out at 1:45.
On Friday I have one recitation and mandatory fun time, courtesy of Stern. GO FINANCIAL DISTRICT COHORT, WOOHOO!!!
I can wake up whenever I want. There is an American Apparel, Urban Outfitters, and Forever 21 within 2 or 3 blocks of me. I have a black light in my room. I love college.
this is the city that never sleeps
& this is my city.