NYU

Today was the first day of orientation. It went pretty smooth. I wasn't really listening, but every year, teachers are nominated for some award and it turns out that I have the professor who won from the previous year. She gave a really cool/funny speech so I am very excited. I met some new people, a couple of them were commuters from the city. Lunch was intense. They decorated a room and made it look like we were at a fucking wedding. However, the food was alright. I've never had such bad potato in my life :(. The Welcome Week President's Speech was lame as hell.

At night, I went to watch some hypnotist with some buddies that live on the same floor as me. It was a fucking amazing show. I basically LOLed the whole 2 hours. He hypnotized like 30 people at the same time. He basically got the guys to take off their clothes because he got them to imagine that it was 150 degrees. Then he made everyone think a belt was a snake just by going "hsssss". I guess you had to be there. He also made this girl wipe the number 6 from her memory so when she counted to ten she was like, "1,2,3,4,5,7,8,9,10.... .... ... 11". Then he was like what's 5 + 5? She couldn't answer. Then he told her to count the even numbers. She was like "2,4... ... 2,4... ... 5? 8?". I felt so bad for her. She looked like she was concentrating so hard. He made them fall asleep like nothing. Omg, I wish I could see it again.

Well, I don't have anything planned for tomorrow. There's nothing on Welcome Week that sounds intriguing. I only have one orientation class to go to. Then there's the job fair, but I already got a job through work-study. There's also a math placement exam but I'm excluded from that. YAY. I do need to go buy a pillow however. I am pillow-less at the moment. And also pencil-less, paper-less, backpack-less, nail clipper-less, tweezer-less, omg I am so unprepared. There is a morning run in NYC tomorrow. I guess I'll pass. K-Mart it is!

The people here make me feel somewhat inferior, but I bet that feeling's gonna go away in a week or so. I actually like my dorm a lot. One of my roommates has been complaining about the size, but I expected much smaller. It just bums me out knowing we have the smallest dorm on our floor. We took a look at other triples and they don't even have a bunk bed. They have three twins and their room still manages to have more space than ours. I'm on the top bunk and I almost fell off this morning. I'm used to waking up, staring at the ceiling for a minute or two, then swinging my leg on to the floor. So I swung my leg and felt nothing. We have our own bathroom in our room, which is totally awesome because I was under the impression that there would be shared bathrooms on the floor. Our bathroom is pretty small though, and the tile is yellow and shit green so it looks like someone puked on it. Woe is me. Yeah right, I'm in NYC!!!

Anyway, I love the city. It's amazing. Everything about seems to amaze me. I love how there's so many people everywhere. I'm not that bothered about the weird crappy weather. I love the convenience of the subway system. I love metro cards. I love Central Park. I love Washington Square Park. I love how American Apparel is like a 5 minute walk. I love caffeine. I love NYU cards. I love Rubin (dormitory hall) even though there's no AC and they won't let you bring your own portable AC because it will consume too much electricity. I love being a poor college student. I love the diversity. I love how finding someone wearing the same thing is practically impossible unless they had planned on matching. I love saying, "DA BRONX". Maybe in a month all these things will not have the same affect on me. I can't wait for the snow, but everyone tells me I will hate it after a week. That is probably true. I don't miss home... yet. I miss my friends though. I miss having someone to talk to. I miss joking around with them. I miss their stupid faces. I've met some really cool people, but none will ever be as cool as the ones back home. I guess I'll see them around Christmas.

When I get my wallet back, I am totally going to the Museum of Natural History. I don't plan to invite anyone to go with me. I think I'd rather see that museum myself. Plus, I heard it's boring so I doubt anyone really wants to go. I want to see dinosaur bones.