brandilox

New York, New York. I'm still not adjusted. It's wierd to uproot yourself from a place where you had everything in order, to a place you've never lived. I didn't realize that. Hmm...

So far I've gone out. Gotten wayyy drunk. Bought stolen goods on Canal St. Spent too much money, and other things you do in NY.

I think I just need more time here.

I haven't updated because it took forever for me to get to radio shack and get a wireless usb thingy. It works sometimes. Just like my cell phone.

I have this urge to get in my car and listen to cd's at full blast. I guess that was an outlet for me. Screaming the lyrics, thinking about how great things would be when I moved. Wierd.

Is this post-moving depression normal?

Oh and I caught a stomach virus... Niiiiiiiiice.