I’m Learning

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Well, I’m finally here and I finally have ‘net access. These past few days have been very enjoyable. I don’t start working at either gig until next week, so for a week I get to relax and take in the city.The dorm I’m staying in is apartment-style and it’s pretty decent. My roommate is cool, but moving out in two days. We’ll see how the next one turns out. I have four other suitemates: All seem like good people…that love their weed. For a moment, I was little concerned about being the only negro in the suite, but that’s my “sheltered” life for you. I’m sure my tales of being the only minority will pale in comparison to life in Chinatown. People weren’t lying about the odd smells.Yesterday I took a walk to Union Square and sat amongst the Bush protesters likening Dubya to Hitler and the other colorful people of the city – like the old man who stuck his hand down his zipper to play with himself for five minutes. Funny thing is at the time I thought nothing of it.Last nite I went to Brooklyn to kick it with a friend from high school and saw a huge rat fake out two kids by leaping down the sewer, only to pop back up to continue to walk down the streets. Yeah, I don’t like that so much. I think I heard the rat singing “Knuck If You Buck.” I bucked out of his damn way, thank you. Oh, I kinda umm…smoked a black (if you know me, you know I hate anything that will give me cancer) and we finished a bottle of Hennessy. That is completely out of character for me. After talking to him for a few minutes, I realized how much of a prude I am. Eh, I’ll loosen up a bit more. However, if prudish behavior leads to a successful career in the city I want to live in, I’ll tighten up quicker than a….can’t finish that one. *insert halo*But seriously, don’t expect me to smoke too much. I am known for chasing people around the yard at Howard yelling, “You’re going to die of cancer. Save yourself.”, so I don’t want to be a hypocrite. That and I don’t want to join them in the hospital.Went up to the MTV building for lunch with a friend from Howard, who’s interning with VH1’s “Best Week Ever.” How great is that? That show has been calling my name since it premiered. Let’s hope my friend Iman one day works on the show, and chooses to hook her boy up with a guest spot. MTV gets extra points for the bomb cafeteria. That turkey burger and those fries were good. Better than the crap I had at Applebee’s two nights before. MTV News’ Sway walked in as I was leaving. I should be seeing him all the time soon. I want to see LaLa and Quddus next haha. This is probably the most I’ve spent in the room doing nothing since I got here on Sunday. If I didn’t go out tonight, I’ll be fine…but let’s hope something jumps off. Iman was telling me something about MTV doing an event tonight. We’ll see.While I’m in the room, I should go study the submay map. The damn thing is huge. I could do that, then decide whether or not I’m going to buy a tv for my room. More than likely I won’t even be in the room often; but, when I am in here, I think I’ll want to catch some mind-numbing show. More ramblings later…

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