Wow... I never write these things. What's wrong with me?! Either that or I start one in the morning, then leave it until to finish at the end of the day and then I'm just so lost in my exhaustion and caught up in the moment I forget about going back to what I had written. I think I've started about 5 different drafts just to write this one post...
So the other day, right after I left class, I drove straight to my apartment and cleaned the whole place. I wanted my place to be so spick-and-span that I even cleaned up my roommates 'junk' (by junk I mean his TRASH). Anywaysssss, as soon as I got the 'okay' from my friend to leave, I began my fun-filled trek to Brooklyn. Let me tell you.... I HATE Rt 1-9. So much rage on that highway. Whatever happened to those peaceful forested winding roads I loved to drive on so much. I guess moving up here has made me leave all of them behind. But I digress, I prefer the driving through Holland Tunnel as opposed to 1-9. I won't even get started on driving through Manhattan (apparently traffic lights don't have any say in who's allowed to drive and who isn't).
Be that as it may, Brooklyn's a pretty fun place. Once I crossed the Manhattan Bridge the traffic all seemed to just disappear. It was like I had gone through the magic wardrobe and ended up in a whole new world. Actually, I did just that. While trying to find Pratt I was doing a bit of people watching... I have never, and I will say that again: never, seen so many hipsters in one area. They were literally everywhere. This really threw me off. I now truly come to terms with the idea of me being a 'hipster'. Growing up in the areas that I have, one gets used to being an oddball; being the 'weird' one. I never imagined how uncomfortable it would make me feel when I was no longer weird and became the norm. Don't get me wrong... Pratt was a very fun time. It's just... I've come to like being different. No matter what group of friends I had growing up, I was always the outsider. Being in Brooklyn, being an insider just didn't feel right for me. Who knew that I loved being that which I did not enjoy?
But to continue my story, not all of these hipsters were at Pratt for the purpose of attending school. That weekend was particularly special. The Annual Pratt Drawathon. (Apparently) people came from all over just to partake in this festival of sorts where numerous models (both nude and clothed) and artists (both scholastic and professional) all came together in one building and just spent the night drawing and painting and so on and so forth. As to the surprise of everyone around me, I was not at all affected by the level of nudity that existed at this event; with me being a musician and not used to these sorts of occasions. I guess I'm just more comfortable with the human body than most people of my generation.
All in all, that trip was quite the swell adventure. I honestly can't wait to go back again and visit. I've already started making some new friends. I seem to do this everywhere I go as a matter of fact. I just love meeting people. Tomorrow, I'm going to write about the amazing weekend that I ended up having.
For now, I shall simply state that my passed weekend consisted of illustrious, exciting, and eye-opening escapades with my newfound family. But that is tomorrow. It is now 2:50 a.m. I need to sleep.
I bid you, adieu.
Be that as it may, Brooklyn's a pretty fun place. Once I crossed the Manhattan Bridge the traffic all seemed to just disappear. It was like I had gone through the magic wardrobe and ended up in a whole new world. Actually, I did just that. While trying to find Pratt I was doing a bit of people watching... I have never, and I will say that again: never, seen so many hipsters in one area. They were literally everywhere. This really threw me off. I now truly come to terms with the idea of me being a 'hipster'. Growing up in the areas that I have, one gets used to being an oddball; being the 'weird' one. I never imagined how uncomfortable it would make me feel when I was no longer weird and became the norm. Don't get me wrong... Pratt was a very fun time. It's just... I've come to like being different. No matter what group of friends I had growing up, I was always the outsider. Being in Brooklyn, being an insider just didn't feel right for me. Who knew that I loved being that which I did not enjoy?
But to continue my story, not all of these hipsters were at Pratt for the purpose of attending school. That weekend was particularly special. The Annual Pratt Drawathon. (Apparently) people came from all over just to partake in this festival of sorts where numerous models (both nude and clothed) and artists (both scholastic and professional) all came together in one building and just spent the night drawing and painting and so on and so forth. As to the surprise of everyone around me, I was not at all affected by the level of nudity that existed at this event; with me being a musician and not used to these sorts of occasions. I guess I'm just more comfortable with the human body than most people of my generation.
All in all, that trip was quite the swell adventure. I honestly can't wait to go back again and visit. I've already started making some new friends. I seem to do this everywhere I go as a matter of fact. I just love meeting people. Tomorrow, I'm going to write about the amazing weekend that I ended up having.
For now, I shall simply state that my passed weekend consisted of illustrious, exciting, and eye-opening escapades with my newfound family. But that is tomorrow. It is now 2:50 a.m. I need to sleep.
I bid you, adieu.
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