So Sick of This Feeling

It's all cyclical. It's all relative.

I've been here before looking over there, but you were standing in the corner and I was on the ground, now we're back there again and I don't have any of the answers that you found.

Words fall out of everyones mouths like heavy bags. You sit, I stand, please don't turn into me, because I will always change when you're not around.

Some thoughts on the late and things of the like:

Hitting people is rude.

Everyone I trust is entirely untrustworthy.

I'm paying attention to the wrong things.

Stop asking me questions and tell me something I want to hear.

Stand Still, because we're missing everything.

I think you look silly when you lie.

It works if you work it.

Make of it what you will, Sunshine.

xx

CMS

When It's All Over I'll Let You Know

So we woke up on Saturday to

This

(which if you need clarification was a rehearsal for the senior citizen talent show that was part of the street fair that shut down 8th avenue)

And Molly Joy Joined us.

Then Mariel and I were taken on our first unsuccessful round of apartment hunting, which was followed today by round two of bad locations, awkward smells and prick-esque brokers who by far underestimate our real-estate savvy.

We'll find our Versailles soon enough though....

Anyways... after the fair we went to visit the rat in the wheel at Marc Jacobs Kids in Soho (why do we always find ourselves there despite how much we loathe the area) 

This is the Rat.

and then we noticed the best part, being the baby who clearly saw the stupidity in the whole senario

And this is what Manhattan has been looking like recently, which has been a sort of Southern Comfort that doesn't come out of a bottle.

and weather like this just kind of makes me want to be naked

Or dress like Dita

So school is winding down, and I think it's probably obvious that my head's in some sort of checked out wolly-wolly land, but I'm thoroughly enjoying it.

I think New Yorkers are just now starting to get their spirits back after the 

long winter

So be kids and go play!

I want to have picnics on rooftops and long talks in warm parks.

xx

CS

p.s.

this is a present of my dearest Sophia, because she is the only person who would ever appreciate this as much as I do.

Fridays are now days for Soho walks and girly talks à la Mariel et Chloë

and don't you wish that smoking cigarettes was still glamorous?

Because I do.

You get your cancer your way, I'll get it my way. Story of my life.

This is my HomeStretch

Everyday when i'm walking this is the point where taking a cab would just be too pathetic to even consider. (even though when i'm walking the thought is always on my mind)

And I will miss it fondly soon.

STAY REAL. PLEASE.

xx

CMS

Right Now New York looks kinda like this

But Summer's just around the corner and hopefully it will look like this

My new quest is to find one of these

And this

Which probably means thrifting in Brooklyn this weekend. Which I should not be talking about, seeing as it's only Monday, and this week is going to kick my ass. And I should probably be writing papers right now on "culture as a social construct that has been racialized" or whatever that means.

And all of this stress is making me miss one of my top 5 favorite holidays. This year 420 kind of feels like this

All I want to do right now is watch Natural Born Killers, because true love to me looks like this

But I guess I'll get back to my homework. Or will I spend hours looking for apartments online now that I am excited about my roommate situation. (the latter)

Peace Creeps,

xx

CMS

Good Vibrations

Oh Hey There,

So first things first, I'm sorry for taunting you all and turning out to be an irresponsible blogger. Désolé. I promise to be more frequent.

So it's looking like moving to 3F was a kick ass decision. I don't feel like I'm drowning anymore, it's more like floating now. I dig it. And Mitch and I have begun a new tradition called Southern Tuesdays

(more catchy name coming soon) which began as us watching True Blood and clinking our 40's at every quintessential southern moment, and has just turned into a weekly adventure with one of my favorite fellow southerners trapped in the grittygrimeyhustlebustle.

More good news: 

so remember that trip to New Orleans I was talking about taking. I took it. And got a reckless endangerment ticket for going 100mph. (oopsie daisy) But my dad is badass as always and talked Alabama out of making me come to court on the 29th and suspending my license (even though I probably shouldn't have one anyways... but don't tell anyone I said that)

At least NYC has an excellent public transit system, of which I am a frequent user.

Oh and I signed up for my classes for next semester:

Mondays and Wednesdays: 

Classical Social Thought 10-11:40a.m.

    Planning the Sustainable City 2-3:40p.m.

Understanding Inequality 4-5:40p.m

Tuesdays and Thursdays: 

12-1:40p.m. Literary Foundations

2-3:40p.m. Fundamentals in Cognition

And once I get my Parsons ducks in a row, I'm probably gonna get down with some Communication Design classes.

Trying to keep my head in the game even though part of me wants to move to Spain and the other part wants to be a bounty hunter, or a brothel madam. But all who wander are not lost, I know I'll find just where I'm supposed to be. It always seems to work out that way.

Speaking of which I really need to find an apartment for next semester. I have a dream that it will look like this

But I also wish that people dressed like they did in Marie Antoinette's France. So for now I will just keep to buying corsets from vintage stores and looking on craigslist for a humble abode on lower east side or wherever else the budget will allow.

I should probably get back to my all-nighter of coffee from Chelsea Food Mart and all of the things I've been putting off for the past few weeks. 

But I'll leave you with a few things to munch on.

This

has been my walking soundtrack recently, and if you like radiohead it's pretty rad. check it out.

Oh and me and Mariel are bringing back the sparkle flat, if it ever even left

as we hit the streets together more often.

Goodnight and Good luck.

CMS