Summer is a Coming

April 24, 2010
I wake up and go to get lunch with Kenny and Miah. For some reason, Erdem drives by to shout Hi, even though it’s out of his way to go to the city. We go to Ceriello and Douglaston Deli while Kenny gets stuff at Aegea. We stop at the park nearby to eat.
I work out during the night. Did a pretty good job, but didn’t get any cardio down. I’m still sore from that Youtube workout that I did. It’s rainy outside and I can’t run.
Erdem stays at Kenny’s playing Diablo 2. I end up staying in for the night.

April 25, 2010
I wake up and have to run an errand for mom in the city. Stefan is on the island and I pick him up. We drive into the city to grab a bite. Might as well if I’m in the city. On the way, he tells me that Elyse (Atron’s sister) got engaged yesterday. We’re in Murray Hill dropping off an envelope. On the same block as where I’m supposed to go, we run into Elyse and her fiancé at the corner. Wow! What a small wold. They were looking for apartments. Stefan just mentioned her. It’s so random that I met up with Stefan and that he was on the Island. Then that he came with me. Then that he told me about her recently getting engaged. Then I had to run the errand. And they were on that corner at that time. All those things had to work out. The stars aligned.
After that, we drive down to Greenwich Village. I wanted “banh mi” and Num Pang is Cambodian sandwiches. Jonah meets up with us. Stefan and I split two different sandwiches. Afterwards, we drive down to Spot on St. Marks. Great dessert place. Afterwards, he goes back home and I drive back home.

April 31, 2010
Work has been a bit different. There are two new people and I have to sort of manage them and what they do. It’s sorta cool to be in a position where I run things.
At night, I pick up Miah to go to my house. I change and we pregame. Avi comes over and we head out to Candace’s PJ party. Man’s got a legit robe on. There’s loads of people and we get that drink one. I force our boy Miah to get some real drinking done and he gets drunk as well.
Someone breaks the glass table at one point. We leave at some point and go out to Cherry Valley. We run into Alon Elian for some reason because Avi planned it out that way somehow. That’s about it. Ya.

May 1, 2010
I’m supposed to go out to the club with Damien and Candace, but I’m too tired for that shit. I stay in instead. I’m hungry and decide to order some Domino’s. It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in, chilled out, and ordered some food. I get some thin crust for less bread. The anchovies is actually not bad on it. I chill out listening to some music, watching some TV, enjoying a gin and tonic, having some pizza, etc.

May 2, 2010
I’m running late today and Miah and I go into the city for our Taste of the East Village thing. We miss S’Mac however because it ends at 2:00, which makes no sense. However, we still make the other places on there. La Lucha Taqueria, Luke’s Lobster, Baoguette, Chickalicious dessert bar, and Xoom smoothie. After that, we drive back at 5:00ish. The traffic isn’t that bad.

May 8, 2010
I wake up hungry as usual and head over to H Mart for some sushi. Just been in the mood recently. I actually get the sushi for later and I'm full off of the samples that they have there for their East meets West festival thing. I also pick up some random stuff and kimchi. I wasn't a kimchi fan before, but shit's so healthy and bland these days. Kimchi is almost like a treat. It packs a fuck load of flavor and it's straight cabbage. Free calories, biotch.
Then, Starbucks is doing half price Fraps from 3-5:00. Done deal. Mocha light frap. No whip. It's only 200 calories for a huge Venti.
Graduation is coming up so I go to get some shoes. Payless motherfuckers, $36, done deal. After that, I see a liquor store. I grab some Fleischman's. The much anticipated Stout night is tonight. I speed home after shoes and it's 8:00. I have some sushi. I then work out a bit while chatting on Stickam with German Ela, who will be moving to the east coast to become a babysitter for a while. She puts up with me doing a creepy douche, in a sarcastic way at least.
I go to pick up Jeremiah and we stand around at my place pregaming and shit. I catch up with Corinne while getting ready, who should be going out too tonight. We walk over the 9:50 train, though not before having some awesome Tanqueray with diet Tonic, fresh lime, and fresh mint. Also with the mojito muddling going, like that Bacardi commercial.
Chilling at Stout is the usual awesomeness. Chris Q is back from his hiatus. Candace has her costumes and stuff with him. I haven't seen Theresa in forevs. Kimbo Slice is hanging with us too. Drinks are had and shit's bonkers.
Avi ends up coming through. We leave to go downtown to get some food. We're at Mamoun's. Avi paid for a round, so I get him food. I pay for it. I put my wallet in my back pocket, which I never do, but I'm carrying a sandwich and drink. I remember throwing something out in the garbage. I walk outside, hand him the food, check myself, and realize I don't have my wallet. That seriously was 20 seconds and 20 feet. Where the fuck is my wallet!? We scour. I check the garbage with my hand all the way deep inside and rummaging through it. Either I threw it in the garbage and couldn't find it. Or some douchebag picked it up in that little window of space/time. Granted, being drunk probably didn't help, but I've been drunk a billion times in the past and never have had this happen before. What a fuckin' bummer to the night. Everything was so fun and amazing and this so put a damper on it.
I get home, I call Citibank to cancel my cards. I even decide to eat because I'm starving and this is really not fun to deal with. Great for me though, nothing unhealthy in the house. I'm pissed, I'm a bit drunk, I'm not having fun, and the only thing to comfort me is frozen vegetables, chicken breast, and brown rice. Yay...

May 9, 2010
It's not all that bad in the end. The ATM/credit cards will come in a couple days. Express mail rules.
I call the police office and find out that my old ID works. It's not expired and only has "Under 21" on it until DMV sends me one in two fucking weeks. DMV fail.
NYU ID, meh, don't need it. I just bought a Metro card that night $20, but fuck it. I had like $60 on me, but I'll just count it as an expensive night. I try not to spend when I'm out like I have in the past, so go me. You live, you learn. I'm okay... Then again, I'm stuck with a wallet with velcro now.

May 11, 2010
I come home to my credit cards and ATM cards. Awesome. My grandmother comes home because she’s going to my graduation tomorrow and she finds a wallet that my brother isn’t using. It’s actually nicer than my old wallet. Awesome. Looking forward to graduation tomorrow (not really), but the fact that I will be up at Bing. Partying it up for a few days. Awesome!!
However, it’s been end of February since my last haircut. I didn’t get it cut too much, it was pretty much the perfect amount, so 2+ months later, I’m sort of due. It’s not bad, but it’s a bit long and annoying with my cap for graduation. Alright, back to the Lemon Tree. They were fine last time and it’s walking distance from my house. Fuck this, they’re closed despite saying “Open Late Weekdays” and it’s only 6:30.
Then, I see a review on Google of this Korean place on the border of Great Neck/Little Neck. It’s just a Korean guy. He immediately asks if I’m Chinese, I told you that the Asians can tell. I tell him just a little bit and I want it long. He starts in the back and I can’t see that. He starts going quite a bit. I can’t tell what’s going on though. I can’t really “feel” my hair. I also confirmed that I wanted it long.
Then, he starts with the front. I’m like “okay” these bangs are a little short, but they’re not baaad. Then he keeps trimming and trimming. I even tell him “Not too short okay?” in a nice way. I ever tell you that I hate getting haircuts? You never get what you want, but not only that, I just don’t like the process of someone being so close and just cutting your hair for such a long time. I guess the dentist is worse, but I still fucking hate the idea of the haircut. Anyway, off of my rant.
Now I’m just sitting there livid. There’s nothing I can really do. What I really should have done was just stopped him right there and not let him do more damage. Like jumped out, not paid, walked away. But hey, I just sat there with an evil on him instead. I ever tell you that I’m awkward and don’t like haircuts? Yeah, I really fucking don’t. Never fucking again. I will next time show a picture of what I want. I show in between my fingers how much I want. I sit there with a glarrrring eye. I MAKE SURE I GET WHAT I WANT. No Fucking Bad Haircuts Anymore.
I get out and I even give this motherfucking gook a $2 tip after a $15 haircut. Shit fucking place in the middle of nowhere that’s Asian and he’s charging that. And he has the balls to tell me to come back in a few months? I go back in my car, slam my fist on the steering wheel, and race home. I look at the mirror. I punch the wall. I jump in the shower, wash my hair, come out. I scream, I curse, I punch my marble sink. I try to style it a bit and it’s not the worst worst.