My internet provider has been mostly down and non-existent the past few days. It was rather frustrating. It would be up and going for ten minutes and then disappear for like twenty hours. Weirdness. It did not really matter that much to me in the area of updating my journal since I haven't been in the mood to pen any new words. I just hate falling behind on favorite journals.
I am tired right now, but I want to write anyway since it's been three days since my last entry. I really don't feel the urge to make my words beautiful anymore. Well, I am exaggerating when I say that -- I still like sprinkling in some poetic words and dazzling sentence structure every once in a while. However, I don't have the ability to muster up the energy or time to make everything "lovely, unique, and poetic" (not that it ever really was anyway). At this point, I just want to write simply and easily. I want to spill my words the way I just think -- and in all honesty -- I do not think in perfect grammar or in a perfect English composition-worthy stream of thought. I want to let it all hang out raw and untampered with. Virginal almost.
Today was my six-hour bookselling training seminar/class. It really did last that length of time, although it mercifully included a one-hour lunch break. The instructor was cool and funny and looked like a cross between Elvis Costello and Dustin Hoffman. I told him that he looked like Costello and he laughed and took it as a compliment. He then said that people usually thought that he looked like Hoffman, which was also true. The seminar was interesting, but I think it could have been compressed into a shorter span of time. I really didn't learn THAT much. Heh. And. My sweet honey Matt went along with me into the city for this seminar and waited for me the entire time in the bookstore where the seminar was being held. He browsed around the three-story bookstore for five hours and drank some very good lemonade from the cafe. We spent my lunch break together strolling down the streets and eating fabulous food at McDonalds. I was STARVED and my meal of Filet 'o Fish, french fries, and Coke tasted rather heavenly. Astor Place (where the bookstore is located) is FABULOUS. It is surrounded by New York University and the very cool and prestigious Cooper Union. The area was FULL of people and delicious fashion stores and restaurants. Oooh we must go there again just for exploration and wild kicks. I swear -- I've lived in NY for all my life and I hardly know where anything is. I don't travel into the city much which is really a crime and a travesty since it is easy to get there and so much excitement is lurking in every nook and cranny of the city. Infinite things that can touch and tantalize each and every one of my five senses.
I kept telling Matt how wonderful he was for coming along with me to the city and waiting all that time. I cherished and appreciated his company. I really love him. It was a good thing he came with me too since we rode the bus and subway to reach the city. Unknown to either of us, the subway lines we were taking were rerouted at certain destinations during the weekends. Oh man, it was crazy. We were riding the F train and out of nowhere and without warning, it turned into the S train. And that was just the start of all the subway hassle. I was confused. He was confused. We figured it all out of course (it was not brain surgery), but it was just a bit aggravating. What was supposed to take only two trains actually required three trains. Thank god I don't have to take the subway everyday anymore. It is loud and sweltering down on those subway platforms. It was, I guess, our little adventure. If we got lost, at least we were lost together and would somehow find our way.
Before we left the bookstore, we bought some items. He bought a beautiful M.C. Escher calendar/datebook while I lovingly lusted after and purchased The Marquis de Sade Reader and Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft. I am so addicted to books. It is insanity. I cannot help my deep love for the printed page. I swear books beckon to me. They want my eyes to widen and pulse to quicken. I oblige willingly to their vampire kiss.
The day ended with a Haagen Daz Cappuchino Blast for myself and a Dulce de Leche for Matt. The leftovers are still in the freezer. I will finish my Cappuchino Blast tomorrow. It was giving me a caffeine/sugar kick and dizzy spell earlier on while I was sipping and lingering over its coldness during our ride on the bus.
This long entry is now over. I will read some more online journals and then peruse my newly acquired (and already much-loved) books. My treasure. Then I will cuddle my Matt, who is already asleep right now next to me on the bed. Who am I kidding -- I will cuddle him WHILE I read my new books. Goodnight -- and my night/early morning has just begun.