My lips are burning

I know that a lot of Americans are rude and have poor manners but shit, people from all over the world are just the same or worse.

My legs and feet hurt so I'm not going to write about today until later. I know that doesn't make sense.

Coming home tomorrow! Then I can be lazy alllllllllll day and never walk again :D.

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Okay, I guess I'll finish talking about the trip. Sunday morning we woke up and went to Central Park. Picturesque to say the least. Probably my favorite part of the trip. Then we went to the Met, which was awesome. Sadly, we didn't get to fully experience it since our time was so limited. After that, we walked across Central Park, by Belvedere Castle and the Great Lawn to The Museum of Science and Natural History. I wasn't interested in it at all. I can't help it. Seeing stuffed animals behind glass doesn't enthrall me. Angela loved it, though. I would have enjoyed it more if I could have spent a whole day devoted to it so I wouldn't have been spending my time wondering what other awesome shit I was missing out on outside. Um, then we went back to Times Square because Angela needed to go into the Hershey's Store, M&M World, and PopTart World. PopTart World was closed by 6 which is some bs for the city that never sleeps. We ate at Pax Wholesome Foods..eh, just food. We sat by the theater that's showing Pee-Wee Herman for a long time contemplating what to do, meandered around the square looking for souvenirs and then went back to the hotel.

Monday morning we got up really early, checked out that cemetery, drove through Brooklyn over some bridge into New Jersey on accident ($11 toll fee included), and eventually made it to Coney Island. It wasn't a big deal. I dunno why I was surprised that there were buildings all the way to the island, like there was going to be some big expanse of grass or something. Then we went back to the airport and left.

Layover in DC. Got onto a shuttle to Farragut West. Saw The White House, Washington Monument, Jefferson Memorial, Smithsonian, etc. All of their buildings are lit up so it makes you feel like you're seeing so much at night even though it's really far away.

4-hour flight home.

Day 1

I have mixed emotions.

I had this picture in my mind of descending upon the endless skyline and falling in love and never wanting to leave. Well, I did love the skyline but I'm definitely not in love. It may be the fact that transportation is so utterly confusing if you're not a New Yorker. What you'd think would be an easy shuttle ride to downtown is actually a hellish nightmare for tourists. Angela and I both used the GPS's on our phones and we'd go the opposite direction to a destination EVERY TIME. Needless to say, we finally got back to the hotel in one piece.

Now for the fun stuff. We decided to get off the shuttle at the Grand Central Terminal just because it's the grand one, or whatever. We actually got lost down in those tunnels, too. We're awesome:). Anyway, we finally made it to Times Square and ate at a restaurant there that was way too expensive but what else should I expect? Then we went to a gigantic Toys 'R Us that had a ferris wheel and an animatronic dinosaur and CandyLand and WillyWonka and HotWheels and etc kids to the power of infinity. After that, we decided to see what coming really close to death felt like so we took a cab to Rockefeller Plaza. New York drivers (not just taxi drivers, all of them) are maniacs who could care less about your safety. It's constant honking and constant sirens. They go hand in hand. Since we lived, we went to the "Top of the Rock," which is the top of the Rockefeller Center. (sidenote: I realized as we were on the elevator going to the top of the building what 'top of the rock' meant. I previously thought it was just a random title. I'm dense.) After that, we watched a bunch of silly people try to ice skate, took pictures of Atlas trying not to shrug, and went into this badass cathedral. For me to call anything that involves god "badass" is huge, you know this. But really, I was in awe at the beauty of that place. Those Catholics definitely know how to impress. Architecture-wise, baha. Then we got lost in NY for at least an hour before we made it back to the hotel.

Oh, about our hotel. It's nice. It's also in Queens. Mmhmm. We got screwed and don't have the window facing Manhattan. We have the window facing the biggest cemetery I have ever seen in my life! (I have spent the entirety of my life sizing cemeteries across the world, FYI.) Biggest by the number of graves and by the size of those graves. We are going tomorrow to take pictures cause those are some epic tombstones.

P.S. Well, not so much P.S. but I wanted to say more and didn't know where to place it, so here: One of the reasons I do love this place is because it is so old. So much history. I love the decrepit subways(minus the odor). You can look up at the dangly fungus-looking shit on the ceiling and wonder how many decades it's been festering there. And about all the people who have walked under the festering fungus. I know that's probably disgusting to most people, but I loooove it. I also saw the best graffiti ever, too. I'll try to take pictures tomorrow.

I don't like this trend

I can't sleep. This happens once a week. I don't approve. And now my arms are itching so I've decided we must have couchbugs.

Teenage Dream

Follow Through

This is the start of something new, don't you agree?

Not a good new, though.

As each day passes, I realize more and more that common decency is deteriorating and will soon be an extinct human trait/ability. I know the world is a cold, hard place but you should be able to count on your family and friends. When you think about it, they're all you really have. Possessions do not count. They can't hang out with you, join you for dinner or a movie, help you through hard times, reason with you. The only worthy exception to that I can think of is books. Think about it, books are the thoughts, experiences, emotions, etc of a person so that's essentially the same thing. I'm open to suggestions of other things that can hug you when you're sad/happy/cuddly or slap you when you need a reality check .

All I'm saying is, personal connection is essential and if you treat the people closest to you like they're expendable, you'll end up losing everyone. And if you don't lose them, you'll certainly lose their respect and that's just as detrimental.

All I'm saying is, follow through.

P.S. So that you won't think I'm being hypocritical, I'm going to try my hardest to live up to my words because I know that I'm guilty of being indecent at times as well. G'night.

Since my previous entry posted the day before I posted it..

I feel compelled to write again!

Even though I have nothing intelligent or fun to say.

I just spent an hour going through places on Foursquare adding tags so that I can get more badges. I don't know what my addiction is. I think it's just a fun "time-passer." I don't know why I chose that term over a "way to pass the time" but it happened and that's how it will remain.

Jurica and I talked about sex tonight. Before dinner. During dinner. After dinner. Things can seem so simple and "laid back" until sex is brought into the equation and then all hell breaks loose. If the sex is bad, it's a done deal. Obviously. If it's decent, it's worth another try if you're bored. If it's great, it makes you question whether you really like that person more than you previously thought just because of the "sexual chemistry" you have. Good sex can take you from "eh, they're okay" to "hmm, I think I like them." People should just wait until they're married to experience all that confusion.

HAHAHA just kidding.

I used a lot of quotation marks just now. That just shows how "generic" I am, haha.

Goodnight, yo.

Jordan Snapka

Pancake Snapka in my phone. She saw that Angela was "Crocodile" and Reice was "Pepper" and Sherrie was "Indiana" and she wanted a nickname "like Pancake." So, Pancake it was and is.

If there's anyone I'm most similar to, it's Jordan. I know she'll read this and think to herself "ha, I don't think so" or "Krista really thinks that?"





Yep, I do. We're both extremely insecure about most things. We think things like: If I don't go out with my friends this Saturday, they'll forget me and never talk to me again. Or, _______ hasn't texted me in a week. They don't like me any more.


I exhaust Angela with thinking a different person each week doesn't like me anymore. Yet, the next time I see them, they're telling me how much they've missed me and such and then I feel better. Temporarily. For the night. I'm sure Jordan is the same way. In fact, I know she is.


She's literally created my taste in music. When we first hung out, she'd play Spill and Brand New and Death Cab and I'd try hard to shun them and for a while it worked. Now, they're three of my very favorite bands. I've seen Brand New twice, Spill Canvas three times, and Death Cab once. She'll make you a badass playlist and then you'll relay it to your friends and they'll think you're the finder of awesome music. Jk..sometimes. 8-)


If I could go back in time, I'd let the 18-year old Jordan know that she's beautiful and lovely and all that sweet talk. And that she'd become even more so with age. <3.>

P.S. I'd totally have written about you even if you didn't know about my blog! :)