022612 -- Can You Feel The Power Now?
Feb. 26th, 2012 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
memorialrainbowSo I had an interesting morning. Woke up early and got on the subway, ended up being late on the ferry because of some emergency or something. Which I'm cool with. I'm really understanding of when things like that happen...could they just not happen on a Sunday?
So I thought it'd be cool, I can catch the late bus and maybe 50/50 chance of making it to work on time, but then the bus was late. And I was just like, okay, this is NOT COOL. At all. So I walked down to the taxi stand and took a cab. The cab ended up taking more than just me, so we went someplace else and then the driver took the expressway.
And my automatic thought is "WHUT? You mean the HIGHWAY?"
And then all of a sudden, THERE IS A HIGHWAY. IN FREAKING STATEN ISLAND. And we are going, like, 55 on this road. THIS IS, NO LIE, THE FASTEST I HAVE GONE SINCE COMING TO NEW YORK CITY. I was like, what is this madness? And we were across the island in, like, THREE MINUTES. What normally takes twenty five minutes TOOK THREE. What the hell can I please move to this island now.
But when we were driving and I could see the Bayonne Bridge ALL THE WAY OVER THERE, it kind of reminded me of 275 and driving around Cincinnati. And I missed Ohio. For just another split second. I kind of wish I could take everything I'm learning and take it home to Ohio, to show people what they're missing. I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if they would want me to.
But I suppose I could try someday.
I think that being here is making me a better person. I want to do so much. From my writing, to the Job, to Dylan, to everything. I'm filled with such a knowledge that so much can be done. I won't let anybody get in my way, I won't let anybody bring me down.
Nobody.
Not even you.
I've continued to keep my muse a secret, although I guess this character isn't too much of a secret. This character has kind of stayed hidden, shy like me, but I guess some people know of them. I found some old pictures of them -- yes, they are a character from Studio LRPLI, from so long ago! And that doesn't make me a dork. And no, it's not Rocket -- or why would I be saying 'them?'
Hmm.
So I thought it'd be cool, I can catch the late bus and maybe 50/50 chance of making it to work on time, but then the bus was late. And I was just like, okay, this is NOT COOL. At all. So I walked down to the taxi stand and took a cab. The cab ended up taking more than just me, so we went someplace else and then the driver took the expressway.
And my automatic thought is "WHUT? You mean the HIGHWAY?"
And then all of a sudden, THERE IS A HIGHWAY. IN FREAKING STATEN ISLAND. And we are going, like, 55 on this road. THIS IS, NO LIE, THE FASTEST I HAVE GONE SINCE COMING TO NEW YORK CITY. I was like, what is this madness? And we were across the island in, like, THREE MINUTES. What normally takes twenty five minutes TOOK THREE. What the hell can I please move to this island now.
But when we were driving and I could see the Bayonne Bridge ALL THE WAY OVER THERE, it kind of reminded me of 275 and driving around Cincinnati. And I missed Ohio. For just another split second. I kind of wish I could take everything I'm learning and take it home to Ohio, to show people what they're missing. I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if they would want me to.
But I suppose I could try someday.
I think that being here is making me a better person. I want to do so much. From my writing, to the Job, to Dylan, to everything. I'm filled with such a knowledge that so much can be done. I won't let anybody get in my way, I won't let anybody bring me down.
Nobody.
Not even you.
I've continued to keep my muse a secret, although I guess this character isn't too much of a secret. This character has kind of stayed hidden, shy like me, but I guess some people know of them. I found some old pictures of them -- yes, they are a character from Studio LRPLI, from so long ago! And that doesn't make me a dork. And no, it's not Rocket -- or why would I be saying 'them?'
Hmm.
