"A" Train

There's something to be said about the New York City subway system, I just don't know what that something is. A contraption so complex can not be put into a box, or spoken of in simple terms. All day eveyday for 100 years people have transported from Harlem to Brooklyn, Queens to the Bronx, Staten Island to Central Park, and I wonder who they are.

Sitting Quietly on the A train headed to Manhattan I noticed something, everyone was was trying, struggling to stay in their own world. Although we stare, we don't dare to make eye contact; and speaking, well that's out of the question. This moring a lady sat on a roach, I saw it, so did the man sitting across from me, but he dare not tell, I guess that's where the California in me kicked in. I said, "Excuse me, you just sat on a roach." she looked at me as if I were crazy, stood up slow, swept the now dead pest away, and sat back down. She didn't say thank you, or anything. But that's her loss. I could have been like every one else on the train, and let her remain roach assed.

I guess there are some good things about the train, like seeing that really cute guy and flirting with your eyes until he gets off at the 14th street station. Wow, I will never see him again. But it was fun while it lasted. And that is how people exsist in this metropolis, I guess I should begin to shake the California off if I plan on staying here.

Feet going in so many directions

Have you ever noticed feet? Not shoes, but actual feet, toes to be exact. I know, I know, that is a wierd question to ask. But, I do, notice feet that is. I always have. I attribute it to the fact that I dislike my own. I wondered if it was a fetish, but came to the conclusion that it can't be because I am not turned on by feet, and I don't find them interesting at all. I think that I just obsessively compare feet, other people's, and my own.

Yeah, it is wierd how many feet there are in a place Like New York City, All going different directions. But I must say I am having a bit of a blast examining toes. Most people here have UGLY feet. So it makes me feel really good about mine. Most women don't bother to get pedicures, and the men, we won't even get started on them.

Just yesterday I was walking on 5th ave when a guy said to me, "You have the most beautiful feet I have ever seen, I bet they taste good too." He grossed me out, not because he wanted to taste my hot sweaty, unpedicured toes, but because he said that I had the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. He was full of crap. Imagine that, me with pretty feet. Huh.

Crash

Okay, okay, I know that I am not supposed to start seriously writing until I reach New York, but I couldn't help it. Please, Please, Por Favor, go see Crash. This movie is brilliant. I will no longer look at people and try to figure out what is wrong with them, rather try to figure out what is right with them. I stated previously, that I do look for the good in others and try very hard to understand them, this movie has made me realize the importance of this. I hope it gets nominated for something. If I had to use one word to describe this film, it would be OUTSTANDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just Missed Him

So, I just was told by one of my fellow interns that the MAN himself, JAY-Z (double swoon) was in the park (central that is) on Friday, just chillin. Well he had a purpose, he was watching The Killers perform (triple swoon). He is hot (that swager), talented (can you say "Reasonable Doubt" or "The Black Album"), and well rounded. I can't believe he was in the city, I know this is where he is from, but you never know where these celebrities will be spotted. I can't wait to have a JAy-Z encounter of my own, I know I will. I just have to have faith. No I am not some stalker, just a huge fan.

I would like to be fabulous

From the time I emerged on this earth it was clear, I was nothing short of wonderful or so my mother says. I do however, remember thinking to myself at the tender age of 6, "You are different." At the time I was thinking it in a negative way, but almost 20 years have past since that thought occurred, and I now know that it may have been a positive thought. I am different, but not in the obnoxious, "I can't get along with anyone" way, rather in that, "I look at the world through rose colored glasses, and take time to try and understand the true essence of those that I meet" type of way. And yes I am FABULOUS! I think.

Well, I know I would like to be kinda like the women you see walking down the street. You know the ones that seem to have everything together; clothes laying just right, jewelry in season, shoes fantastic, and not a stran of hair out of place. Yes, that is the women I would like to be. But it is more than that. I want to be that women with out the chaos that probably controls her life. It is a dream of mine to be the one that has it all together, and is comfortable with the fact that she doesn't have it all figured out. The women that is comfortable in her skin because she knows that she is on her way to self discovery.

Which brings me to Carrie Bradshaw, the fictional lead of Sex in the City. We all know and love her, and may even think Sara Jessica Parker really is her. She is all the fabulousness that I want to become rolled up into one perfectly scripted episode of brilliance. Her clothes, hair, even the way she laughs (can you say obsessed). No I don't want to become her, rather a variation of her. The real women, real life, the "no I can't afford a pair of $500 Jimmy Choo pumps", version of the character. This is why this blog is titled, "What Would Carrie Do?" It will chronicle my life this summer. The journey I will take as a stranger in New York City.