Modern Nomad Seeks Friends

As you can tell by the time, its a little after 3am. I'm sitting in Penn Station (let me tell you it looks like none of the train stations they show on TV. There aren't any plush seats to wait on. I'm sitting on some hard wanna-be marble? floor.) My train has been delayed. I should be on my train right now, but instead I'm sitting and waiting. Now of course the whole night was not a bust. My faith in people named Nick has been restored (I only despise one person named Nick now, and he will always been an asshole). I meant this guy Nick, he carried my bag around all night, while we walked around. Just wasted time. It was really nice though. One of the better times I've had (especially when it comes to meeting CL's. Some of them are slightly uptight, and just expect that you should know what they want. And if you aren't it, there's no expections. Which isn't a bad thing, but when it comes to people you have to be flexible.) We just walked around, and talked. We were totally able to be ourselves, well I was atleast. It was nice, really relaxing. With my luck though, I had a good time, he didn't or just isn't into me. Whatever the case may be, he won't call, or text, or anything. That'll be the end of it. Which is a same because he had a really cute accent. (So I was totally wrong, because I just got an im from Nick, he wanted to know if I train had gotten in yet, and other stuff. Totally sweet of him. Now, lets see if he talks to me tomorrow. We'll see. He did say have a nice trip, but before we parted ways he wanted to know when I was getting back. Maybe we can/will be friends. I'll keep ya posted on that.)
Well its 4am, and the train is finally leaving the station. Only an hour late. But atleast I'm on my way to Boston. Should be fun, I can't wait.

The first picture is that of this head with a spear in it that was parked next to my car at the train station. The second is a big box that was in the Target parking lot, but it was the only spot left, so I just used my "amazing" driving skills. Pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

Why are people (boys in general) so contradictory. They say they want something, but when its right in there face they have no idea how to deal with it.
I'm not someone who lies. If I'm asked a question I'll answer it truthfully, even if I know for a fact that they would rather be lied to. Why try and hide who I am? I know who I am, or atleast part of who I am. I'm a commitment-phobic (I refused to have a bank account or cell phone for a year because of the commitment. So its not just relationship commitment-phobia, just commitment-phobia in general). I don't like people who lie, even about little things. Don't compare me to someone else that you use to date. I feel like I've been compared to my siblings my who life, and don't need to feel like I have to compete with someone else. And with that. Yes, I am a jealous person. And I do want to "have my cake and eat it too". Doesn't mean that the other person is able to (most of the time I don't give a shit. But at times I get jealous. But I also want someone to get jealous of me too. In a strange way it shows that you care). I know I'm not girlfriend material, or even marriage material (I really don't believe in marriage, or romantic love). You don't need to remind me of that. I am a workaholic. If I'm not at work, I'm usually doing something for work. I don't care if a boy goes to a strip club (my brother is a different story). I've found that I adore blue collar boys. Professionals are okay too, but there's something about a boy who comes home from work and is dirty that's just slightly hot. At the right time boys in suits are hot too. But when you know that a boy has been out working with tools, or big equipment that's just really hot. The taller the better (I know I'm "short" [actually just average] for a girl, but I adore tall boys). I know I'm only cute, and I will only ever be cute. Never beautiful or stunning, or even pretty, just cute. But I can deal with that. People that are old enough to be my dad or grandfather shouldn't hit on me. Especially when I'm told I only look like I'm 16, 18 at the oldest, its just creepy.
I've totally lost my whole ranting and raving mind set, so I guess I have it all out of my system now.

And Moi  

The first picture is of the D train. Which goes to Coney Island. It also goes up into Harlem, but I don't ever take it that far.
The second sets of pictures are from Suss, a yarn store in New York. The manager there was as rude as can be, and the clerk that was working was okay, but I think she was trying to hard. But I found this yarn, Suss fuzzy, and fell in love. It is the softest yarn ever. Even softer then the Suss supersoft, or extra soft. I didn't buy any since it was $11 (US dollars) per skein, and even though I adore it I couldn't rationlize buying any. I did buy some other yarn from Suss, and the other stores from the Yarn Crawl.
On other news, I decided that I should take some summer class(es), just to get myself back in the groove of things. But of course, by the time I decided this. Registration for all summer classes had ended. And I found some really good online summer classes that fit into my schedule basically perfectly. Only of course, registration ended. I'm thinking made if I call the college I might be able to get into them, especially since they are online classes. But I'll keep ya posted on it.