Awkward Catch Up Chit-Chat Condensed

Things I did while 92% of this blog's readership was at pre-prom, prom, post-prom and post-post prom.

-I "got money."

-I ate Chipotle for the third time in a week because I am disgusting.

-A.B.D.C. (However, I will only watch Fanny Pak because these eyes, these ones right here on my face, don't even see losers -- and that's exactly what every other crew is.)

-I discovered some new music and actually put it on the iPod.

-I went to sleep before midnight in a very, very long time.

-I went to work. This time only for four hours because...

-...I picked up my MacBook Pro. Oh, and it came with a two-hundred dollar rebate. Oh, and it came with an iTouch. (Yeah, I hate when I brag too. I just had sexxx with it's USB port. Oddly, however, it was on top.)

-I took the slow train to the city for MoMA meet-up with Polo Bear and Speedy Mussolini.

-I found a new god in an old god, an Icelandic spatial artist.

-I took some not so flattering pictures in front of things, just off to the sides of things, while fiddling things.

-I was really good at subways.

-I was really bad at subways. (I must practice this.)

-CROOKLYN. BKLYN. Grimaldi's. Waterfalls (see "new god").

-I learned the importance of always charging a battery.

-I walked from "Peas and Pickles" in Brooklyn Heights, across the bridge, through Manhattan to Penn Station with Speedy Mussolini. I'm not sure how far that is, but it was pretty spectacular.

-It was so spectacular that I no longer have a reason to play my least favorite game, "WashU vs. NYU." (That is the game where I try and figure out how my life would be different had an different outcome occurred. I do this to the smallest detail as you could possibly imagine. No, smaller than that.) It's safe to say, you guys, there exists no perfect a place for this little boy. This walk was more effective than orientation, and that wasn't even BOREientation.

-I texted. A lot. To many. Too many.

-I went to the beach by myself (?).*

I hope you all enjoyed pre-prom, prom, post-prom, and post-post prom. Produce Pete will have plenty to say about it in the coming days. 

*This has not happened yet. I doubt I will follow through any further than typing it.