welcome to the rest of your life.

So turns out Brooklyn Heights is gorgeous and not too far a drive from my homeland in Jersey. Looking at the old fashioned homes kind of makes me think crazy thoughts. Well, actually normal thoughts. Allow me to explain...you know how normal people have "crazy" thoughts? For example, they do everything that society views as "normal" but sometimes they have those "imagine if" moments such as:

-sky diving.

-laying out in their front lawn in the middle of winter.

-staying up til 4am when you have to be up at 6am.

-having a child out of wedlock (bastardization: i made up that word).

-making up new words and actually using them in daily life.

-cutting a week of college to go to miami for no apparent reason.

-going to art school.

-following their dreams.

But they're only "imagine if" moments in the end and normal people may not always act on them. That's how being normal goes. As for me, I think a bit differently. Everything on that list seems pretty normal to me despite the fact that I have not gone skydiving (shit is expensive) or birthed a child. Thus, I have "normal" thoughts sometimes. Looking at the houses in my neighborhood kinda makes me want to get married, have a family and live happily ever after. 

But that's a "imagine if" moment. I'll probably never act on it. 

The life of an artist. I'm like a priest. Well, maybe not. 

ANYWAY.

I brought up my things on the 2nd and went back home until tonight. Met my roomie finally...this conversation transpired:

Me: Do you smoke?

Kendrea: Yeah......I'm sorry.

Me: No. That's awesome. Can I bum one?

So basically she passes the test. My other roomie is a digital journalism major therefore NYFA owns her? Haven't met her yet. 

Anyway, let's move onto signs why this was a good move for me. I went downstairs to ask about the internet in the student life office and Keri Ann Byers is sitting there. We went to elementary school together at St. Mary's. That place where they wouldn't let me wear nail polish and measured our skirts on a daily basis. Turns out she lives in the building and so does another girl I went to elementary school with too. Works out well for me. 

I'm pretty much moved in now. I'm actually kind of tired, really tired. I got enough sleep though...all the excitement I suppose. My orientation is tomorrow and apparently I get to do a screen test to gauge my acting abilities before I get my schedule. I decided to start this blog so when my mind starts to go, my story can be told. Or to make myself feel better...not sure yet. I'll let you know.

Maybe.

"I thought you'd put me in rapture...It ain't ever gonna feel this good, honey."

UPDATE: Just met the other roomie. She has one of those voices I want. You know...the smart kind.