I need to manage my time better...

It seems like everyday I think about things to write about and things happen that I should write about and then I watch Gossip Girl and then it's dark. And I don't get much accomplished once it gets dark. And now that it gets dark at 4:30 that does not leave very much time for me to be proactive. About anything.

Life updates: New York is the shit. I have officially been here for 2 weeks now. (As soon as I figure out how to upload pictures I will. That's on my to-do list for tomorrow. You see how this works.) **Updated: I created a Flickr account (go me!) and now have a slideshow in the upper left corner as you can see** I am trying to grasp my bearings as best as possible. I now know that if I take a left out of my apartment, I end up at the East River (this is where I would insert pictures of the river. Use your imagination. Or Google images or something.)

This has become my favorite place to run. (Note: I will often talk about running like it's something I do everyday. If I say I do it everyday, it really means about 3x a week. And when I say running I actually mean walking really fast.) I tried to go to a Bikram yoga place here but both times I almost fainted. Apparently "Atlanta Hot Yoga" is NOT the same as Bikram. It is literally like doing yoga in the inner circle of Hell. I spent the first 45 minutes working on not passing out and the next 45 minutes remembering why I was trying to kill myself.

I've been watching a lot of Gossip Girl since I've been here so now I wear a lot of headbands and talk about revenge and frienemies. It's hard to have frienemies when you don't have that many friends, so I may be doing this out of order, but I'm working on it. Currently, that's probably the biggest change. I went from having extremely too much to do every day/night/weekend that I relished the one night I gave myself a week to not do anything. Now I moved to a city actually knowing about 4 people, and I'm working from home, which gives me a LOT of me-time. This has given me a lot of time to attempt to learn the subway (accidentally ended up in Harlem the other day. That's a mistake you only make once) and work on my new domestic responsibilities as a stay-at-home roommate. Packing up my shit and moving on a whim came with a newfound belief that I am a gourmet chef, so I keep buying things that I have never cooked before in an attempt to make beautiful dinners for my significant other, which in this case is my roommate. Scallops night I only set the smoke alarm off 3 times, and my white wine shallot cream sauce was really more of a dip if anything.. but it's a start.

The first Sunday I had was the NYC marathon which @Jvanner1 and I could see from our roof (again, insert a picture. I am so computer illiterate.)

We did meet some roof neighbors who planned ahead with bagels and bloody mary's (instant friendship). We found a bar that afternoon to watch the Falcons game (one of the few teams I will put true effort into actually caring about watching). We did meet some people during the game, so I Sunday turned out to be a fruitful day for friendship as I upped my numbers from 4 to 9. One thing I have noticed in New York is that guys will stare. A lot. And very aggressively. It seems the whole "flirty, play hard to get" idea is more of a southern thing. I have also gotten some very interesting pick-up lines in my new city:

Man in the street: Hey girl, did you just come from the beach?
Me: Um, excuse me?
Man in the street: Your face is all red, have you been fishing?
Me: I'm from Atlanta... maybe we're just tanner there?
Man in the street: Yeah girl. I like your legs. You look healthy.

Where I'm from "healthy" means fat so I don't believe that warranted a respone. @cmdemichele reassured me "that's just because NY girls don't eat and smoke cigs and drink coffee." Still.

This past weekend I tapped into my resources* and got tickets to the Eagles/Cardinals game, because I am the best stay at home roommate in the world (@Jvanner1 loves football. Or exerts entirely too much energy pretending to love it. Maybe that's why she's so sleepy when she gets home.) Albeit the only things I knew about Philadelphia were derived from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and that they created cheesesteaks, which I had never eaten. And that they make cream cheese, or maybe invented it. And that Fresh Prince was from there. We found a bus that takes you from Manhattan to Philly, for $13, and I called Lil Cuz to see if we could stay with him. I had a prior warning that he "lives in the ghetto." We got to Philadelphia and I quickly realized that that didn't mean anything, because ALL of Philadelphia is the ghetto. He lives in West Philly, so naturally it was close to impossible for any words that weren't the Fresh Prince theme song to escape my lips the whole time we were there. My first cheesesteak experience was mildly disastrous. This was to commence surviving a Saturday night out in Philly, and in prime fashion majority of the $10 sandwich (is it a sandwich really? I feel like it's so much more) ended up all over me, all over the street, and most of the paper was ingested. It was that thin deli paper so I'm not too worried about it. I don't have much to comment on about the game because that's not what this blog is about and never will be, however Eagles fans are nuts. And not very attractive. (Sorry if you live in Philadelphia and/or are an Eagles fan. I hope you can prove me wrong.)

But one man (that man. Don't all jump at once ladies) took a picture of @Jvanner1 and me because we were pretty, so that was mildly horrific. And I had another cheesesteak. Still delicious.

*(My resources belonged to someone who would "have sex with me based solely on my tweets if he were single." So, follow me: @lizsassypants. And thank you @ReliableBrett, still one of the nicest compliments I have received. And for the tickets.)

Best regards,