January 9,2015 We got our ham, bacon, and cheese bagels and started walking around looking around for a bench. Try as we might, there was no bench to be found. We found some stairs to an entrance of an apartment and talked for a few hours about anything, everything and our funny accents. I must say that I am not too shabby at an English … Continue reading Diary #8: The Brit
May 25, 2011 I believe there is a higher power. I believe there’s a God. I have so many questions and I’m sure he could give answers but at the same time I don’t know if he’s real or society has made up this God. It’s hard for me. My beliefs have definitely changed. In high school, I was a class a little 747 churchgoer. … Continue reading Diary #4: Higher Power
January 9,2015 As I was making my way to the nearest subway station I looked down at my phone and realized I had 16% left… SIXTEEN PERCENT! The sudden panic that came over me made me feel disgustingly dependent on this plastic/metal device. I’ve always known that I was but the actual terror I had after I realized that my phone might die before I … Continue reading Diary #3: The Beautiful Man and The Long Subway Ride Home
My first encounter with beer was in high school, I hated it. I didn’t understand the concept behind it or why in the freaking world would anyone want to sit down and have a cold one with dinner. High school parties consisted of the cheap stuff, Natty Light and PBR. Don’t get me wrong… I have found a love and appreciation for both but at … Continue reading Cheers, It’s National Beer Day!
We hide eggs, we search for them, crack them open, and count up the money and eat the candy. I race around and kick my little cousins tushies and show them no mercy when it comes to searching for eggs. I am competitive, what can I say? I guess I should show some compassion, they are only 13 and eight. But coming up on 24 … Continue reading Easter, Easter! He Is Risen!
January 8, 2015 I have fallen hard. The feeling of fulfillment and warmth is present even with the 11 degree weather. The sights are awestrucking. The smells are mouthwatering and terrible. The sounds bring me comfort because I know I’m not alone. I have fallen hard. I’m passionate and obsessive over this concrete jungle. I want nothing more than to completely immerse myself until I … Continue reading Diary #1: New York City