Chapter 1/9
I know Mindy told me to document my entire trip, but I haven't had a chance to because my fucking pen wouldn't write. If you looked at the back cover of this notebook you'd understand.
So a lot has happened so far, things even more interesting then my pen running out of ink. I know, hard to believe, right?
Right now, I'm sitting on Dylan's bed. Dylan, being the guy that I'm staying with during this trip. He was supposed to get off of work at 5:30, it's now 6:33 and I'm really starting to get bored. I played WarioWare for a bit to finish getting the minigames, and then played Mario 3 and died, so I quit that shit.
I really don't want to write anymore, my hand's already cramping up becaue I never write anymore and all of this seems like a waste.
I'll go ahead and just start from the beginning. Which has actually been a while ago. I've been wanting to come to New York for quite a few years. But I can say I've never really had a reason. My first reason came to me back in November, when I first started talking to Dylan online. We really connected, at least I thought.
My second reason came mid-January, when I started to become sick of my job. I've never really cared for it, but around this time I just despised the whole thought, act, and need of doing it.
Third reason, I got my taxes back and was feeling the need to make it worth it. And the final reason, the one that just barely pushed me over was The Gates.
The Gates is an art piece, comprised of an arch with a large piece of cloth hanging down the middle. These arches were placed on the paths of Central Park. And if you have any idea of how big Central Park is, you'd understand what that means. Over 23 miles of gates were put up, costing more then $21 million to concieve, build, and place. The total set up time for them was over 20 years. The catch to all of this - The Gates will only be up for 16 days.
Before Saturday night, I hadn't known about the date it was closing. So, being spontaneous, I immediately decided I was going. You must understand, I plan these trips more then I actually execute them. I'm actually very shocked that I'm sitting here, writing this right now.
It's now 6:56 and still no word from Dylan. I'm slightly worried, getting a bit more so every time I look at my phone.
Saturday night after reading the newspaper and making up my mind, I called my sister and asked if she wanted to go. She said "hell yeah" of course, but I hadn't told her when yet. So when I got home I asked her if she wanted to go Wednesday. She said yes, suprisingly.
Next I asked Dylan if I'd be able to stay with him, he said sure. Now there was only one other person to ask, my mom. Since my sister's still 17 she still needs to have permission. After I asked, my mom seemed very persueded. I thought she might have even said yes right then. She instead said she was going to think about it.
Everything was going perfectly. The plan was to drive down here Wednesday morning and go back home Friday night.
Everything was perfect, EVERYTHING.
Until Tuesday night, the night before the trip, when I went to talk to my mom again. She said no. First becuase she didn't know if I had a place to stay, I told her I did, then she said she didn't want Mindy driving. I said fine, we'd take a train. And THEN she said she just didn't want mindy going at all. So I replied I'm going alone. We began arguing, but she didn't realize how serious I was.
After we got off the phone, Mindy, Steven and I went to Friday's. That's when I made my final decision. I went home and asked James if he could take me to the station. Of course, there was a discrepancy, but he eventually said OK.
My wrist is really bothering me, so I'm quitting writing for a bit. I'm starting to get even more worried about the situation. It's 7:17 and he's not even called me. I know he's not working late, he might be at Columbia, but all I know is he better not have forgotten me. I'll be back in a few minutes.
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