airport is my new favorite thing ever. with all the apartments so close together in this city, i have 6 or 7 different wireless networks i can hop onto at any given time. with perfectly decent reception, if that's what it's called.

today: some free music out there, but i don't know if i have the energy to brave crowds of kids. i think the people, the sheer number of people, on this island is getting to me a bit. is there never any silence?! last night, at 4am, some drunk woman yelled "woohoo!" for half an hour. over and over again. lord knows i'm glad she was having a good time, but for christ's sake! i guess is this what people pay all that rent for (?!) crazy place. it's like the futhest thing from reality. i honestly can't imagine how people live like this. jersey was fine because i could still see trees and go places where other people weren't. but this place is packed with humans, every place i go there's a line or a crowd or a freaking mob. i think maybe i just had kind of a bad day yesterday...nyc will grow on me, i think. i just need to find my footing. i think i imagined more friends here than i actually have. oh me oh my, my imagination gets me into all kinds of weird places. but in this case, it's not bad, i have plenty of time to meet people and play. thank goodness i have no qualms about going out alone though.

there are two things i have learned about new york since i've been here for the past 5 days. number one, everyone can see in my window. all the time. wandering around naked is not fun when i catch a glimpse of some man peering at me. so, rule number one for new york: do not wander around naked, especially when it's dark out and your lights are on. number two, spitting at fancy cars that almost hit you (and a freaking disabled person!) is a bad idea. just no. this mercades or bmw or some kind of fancy car with "rims" that "spin" barreled through an intersection totally running the light .i spit after him. turns out, that's offensive to gang-stars. they got out of their car and tried to scare me. i pretended (god i should go into acting) to be oblivious to their gang-star status. i was very rude. they looked confused, and started back to their car before one of them said "don't let me catch you spitting again" so, foolish as i am, i spit at them again and flipped them off while walking away. i think i might have ruined their day. but still, lesson learned: do not spit at cars. right up there with do not punch cab windows, but i learned that one last time i was in new york.

that's all for my new york stories. no other bravery to share. but i was introduced to a fun game. hunter and i had a few drinks yesterday and then wandered around making eye contact with new yorkers. try it. it's hysterical. people don't know what's happening. works best with the opposite sex, but i find that isn't challenging enough. i go for those fancy-5th ave mavens. they never make eye contact. unless their glance happens to slip over your face while they look for a discernible label in order to decide if your look is something they might be able to replicate with the help of barney's and bergdorfs.

okay, washing clothes, showering and going to the library. food too, maybe.