Unsuccessful

Today was an unsuccessful study day for me because around 3pm I found that I was already ready to go to sleep.

I'd like to attribute my tiredness to Harry Potter last night, but I can't blame Harry. No one can blame Harry.

On a more special note, I think that everyone should take a moment and suck in some beautiful artwork at the site Terrible Yellow Eyes, a blog that is dedicated to showcasing artwork in tribute to Maurice Sendak's masterpiece, Where The Wild Things Are.

Free Tennis Balls

On Saturday, Friend Bobby and I decided we wanted to go play tennis at Hudson River Park. We would meet there at 9:30 and play; however, our plans went awry.

8:00 AM a groggy Jessica wakes up and gets up.

8:45-ish AM a groggy Jessica goes to the L train to go to the 1 to get to the West Village

9:30 AM Jessica walks out of the Christopher Street station and by the time she walks to Greenwich Street, she realizes -- OH SNAP -- she forgot the tennis balls. To play tennis with. She's the one Friend Bobby left the tennis balls with.

9:45-ish AM Jessica finds a line to wait for the 3 tennis courts. She hangs out there, waiting for FB.

10:00 AM FB texts Jessica he's forgotten where the courts are.

10:20 AM Bobby arrives. He had walked up North rather than South. Loser.

10:40 AM We decide without tennis balls, we should hit up some free kayaking that was RIGHT THERE AT PIER 96! So we do. It was actually Jessica's idea to kayak.

11:00 AM In the Hudson kayaking between two piers.

11:30 AM Done kayaking and decide to give waiting for tennis courts another try. Meanwhile, Bobster went up to a friendly couple who had just finished their 1-hour court time to offer to pay for some tennis balls (you can tell that he really wanted to play tennis that day). The friendly people gave us two cans of new balls that he had used just for that day. We're dead serious.

11:50 AM we see this banner flying above our heads. One of those flying banners that says "Free Abortion Alternatives (718) 401-9700.

12:10 PM Jessica goes on a hike to buy lunch.

1:10 PM JESSICA AND BOBBY GET TO PLAY TENNIS!

2:10 PM We leave the courts.

Anyway, long story short, playing tennis in New York City is not impossible, but it's very possible if you decide you want to wait 2 hours.

Afterwards, I did go to the Frick with two other friends later in the day and the Museum of Sex, which was amazingly educational (I'm talking the MoSex, not the Frick. Sorry).

Long Night For a Subway

Taking the subway from the depths of Brooklyn back to Manhattan is not always fun because it usually takes a much, much longer time to get back to Manhattan late at night than it does to get to Brooklyn at a reasonable time. Why? Because this is the way the world works.

Tonight, however, two friends and I got a delightful dose of humor while still experiencing a "happy time." On the D train, the door conductor lady (yes, the lady who decides when to close/open the doors at each stop) was crazy.

Basically she opened and closed the door in all but 10 seconds. If you made it in: Congratulations. If you missed it and asked her to open the door for you, well, she'd say, "That's your fucking problem for not getting here on fucking time."

This happened three times on consecutive stops. A few people rushed to her and she closed the doors before they could enter, and she just told them no. Fuck no, to be more exact.

It was hilarious. In between stops she even came into our car to talk to everyone. Closing doors on people, she said, is the highlight of her day.

Hi guys,

I want to say that this video is a-mazing for its incredible display of corny affection. I hate it and love it at the same time. Join me, will you, in a Disneyland proposal?

4th of July

Wake me up before you go-go! Because I'm so ready for a firework display.

The making of a winning 4th of July = 1 friend + White Cheddar Popcorn + Mike's Hard Lemonade + Blanket + View of Hoboken/Hudson River + Concrete.

[I had wanted to put a picture up of me and friend, but decided not to--she likes her privacy]

Now round that off with a super advanced math course and a queasy feeling in my stomach from eating too much junk food I normally don't eat = Priceless (and sad).

Goal For the Summer

1. to make a cobbler...you know, like the peach variety.

Day in Brooklyn

This weekend I had a wonderful time in Brooklyn, more specifically, in Forte Greene, Clinton Hill, and Park Slope.

Our first stop was the Forte Greene Brooklyn Flea Market. I thought it was going to be HUGE like les puces in Paris, but what I got was an assortment of stands in a school parking lot. Found these gems:
Then we proceeded to walk around and kill time before going to a BBQ. While walking we did find Waldo:
So, that wasn't too bad.

We also went to this French bakery called Choice. it's an amazing little place that's full of delicious treats I wanted so badly to eat, but I restrained myself. Kudos, me. However, last night I just saw Ted Allen talk about a great BLT at Choice -- so I have to go back for my love of Ted Allen and my love of BLTs.

So the BBQ -- that was tasty and fun. I was surrounded by people older than me, which is fine, but it meant I was holding a lot of conversation with my +1 and trying to hang out with the 21-month olds.

What we ate:
(no, we didn't eat the iPod.)

Afterwards we were graced by a beautiful rainbow on our way back to the C train to come back to Manhattan. Grrrr...Manhattan.

I'll forever remember this day as the day I flirted with Brooklyn and took the first step in falling in love.