since that Brooklyn night.

So its Friday. And I am sitting in my room, in Brooklyn. I should have updated this 2 months ago but, I didn't.

I have a job - Brooklyn Industries - It's going well. They made me in charge of changing mannequins and visual merchandising. I think the term assistant visual merchandiser in training was a direct quote from my manager. All I know is if any of the curved hangers get mixed up with the straight hangers I have full power to yell at someone. School starts in less than a week. I had a graduate cocktail party last night where I met no one new and no one interesting. Hopefully I will get a change to mingle outside of my major soon. I saw some intriging people there but what was I going to talk to them about? Maybe someone will post a missed connections on Craigslist.

I miss Rochester. I miss blending in and NOT getting a second look from guys. Boys still don't talk to me at bars but every dirty man over 35 feels the need to tell me how beautiful I am as I walk to the subway. It's cause I'm thick. It's getting obnoxious though. I hate it and I feel uncomfortable when older men say things. I have to always keep my guard up and its gets tiring, it makes me want to stay in my room all day. I know I'm going to go back to Rochester, once my programs over, if I continue to feel like this. But the upside is that I live in New York City and that its beautiful and exiting and never boring. I still cant believe I live here. I see beautiful views and forget I am a part of it now. Its not something I am going to leave anytime soon.

I havent hung out with anyone who I met here, and didnt know before I moved. It sucks. Tonight there is a party at coworkers place for her bday, and Id like to go, but Its in an area I can only get to by walking and Its not a good area to walk through alone at night. I also know no one who will be there and I have to be up at 8:00 am tomorrow and work for 8 hrs then get on a train and go to Beacon, NY. So I think ill hit the sake early instead.

Who knows, maybe I would have met someone. Or at least made friends.

Someone come visit me and lets have a sleepover.

-k.