Why New York City frustrates me

I ordered an adorable pair of red heels from Zappos last week. They're to match the champagne dress I will be wearing in roughly a month, as I walk down the aisle as a bridesmaid. My last time until one of my four sisters gets married. If one of my four sisters gets married.

Today, as I walked home from school, I thought about those red shoes, and decided how marvelous it would be if they arrived. Lo and behold, as I started to unlock the front door, I happened to glance down, and spot a piece of paper, lying on the floor. I nearly disregarded it. Brooklyn is not known for its cleanliness. But then, something urged me to look closer. I stooped; I picked it up. In the dim light offered by the street lights, I saw my name in the right hand corner and I could just make out the scribbled "Zappos."

Today was the first attempt of three, and then my shoes would be sent back to the store. I knew I wouldn't around for the second delivery, and chances were also slim for the third. I went to UPS.com and did some research. I spent 20 minutes of research, trying to figure out their site. Then I finally discovered that yes, I can indeed go pick my package up instead of risking the chance of missing the UPS guy again.

Only, I found that the place I need to go is in Canarsie somewhere. Canarsie is not easy to reach by public transportation, I hear. *Lame stereotypical joke that I deleted because it offended my sensibilities* I did a little bit more research through HopStop, and, as the French say, WALA! I CAN take trains to the UPS location.

In summary, see below:

TOTAL TRAVEL
4.78 miles
1 hour 40 mins

Aaaand that is why I am frustrated. I cannot help but compare it to Pennsylvania, where traveling 15 miles is something like 20 minutes or less by car, depending on who is behind the wheel. And how bad tourist traffic happens to be that day. Additionally, you're not sitting next to a complete stranger who coughs into your air space every two minutes.

These shoes better be awesome. I go Friday. Which was also supposed to be my day to drop my dress off to be hemmed, because right now the length makes me look like I'm playing dress up with my mother's clothes. I'll do that next week instead.

Looking for perfection

I'm back in Brooklyn. My computer, however, is still in Pennsylvania, with my errant father, who called me this morning to ask for the password to log on to the computer. Which means, for the past week and a half, my father has been in possession of my computer and not looked at it once. On the silver lining side: I find myself fortunate to have a roommate with a fairly nice mac laptop, and she lets me use it.

Unfortunately, my roommate is getting married. Hopefully, by the time she does, I'll have my laptop back. With my father, who knows. Since my roommate is leaving me and I'm still a full-time student who barely makes enough to eat and take public transportation, I need to find a new roommate. I have specific qualifications, and believe me, you don't qualify. I'm hoping that the snooty girl who just called me fifteen minutes ago and who is coming on Thursday to look at the apartment doesn't qualify either. I'm looking for the perfect roommate. As more and more people contact me about the room, time restrictions aside, I'm fairly certain she doesn't exist. Sigh. Looking for a roommate is sort of like shopping for Mr. or Miss Right. One creates this image in one's head that is totally smashed by the real-life options.

Coming up -- when my computer is delivered safely back into my hands -- more updates! Photos! Pretty illustrations created in Adobe Illustrator! I took a picture of this amazing bruise on my knee, the residue of rock climbing on Saturday, but I can't post it yet. When I can, I'll give you the full story as well. A little teaser -- it was GREAT. I am so sore. I can't wait to go again.