New York is not America...

So I've written about three blog posts in between this one and the last.

Ovi, I didn't post them. Things were/are just happening so fast here. When I type a blog, save it and attempt to publish it later, it no longer seems relevant.

So I plan to publish this one immediately.

This post will probably be a lot like word vomit. (Or if that grosses you out, my unedited stream of consciousness.)

I'm still trying to figure out the style of this blog. Viacom made us pretty much swear to not talk about cool things we see at work because you never know if the public is supposed to know that Emma Stone walked into the studio today (for example). So I guess this blog won't be like the one I had for France.

I don't know if this blog will be interesting if I just write about my life, sans cool work happenstances... but I guess I'll try.

Really this is a therapeutic thing for me anyways, right? Yeah, right. I'm a writer and all I want from life is to make people laugh through my words.

Moving right along...

Things are going well here... I got a job. Turns out living on top of a Forever 21 and across the street from an H&M and not shopping takes more self control than I could ever dream of having. So hopefully this job will allow me to have a little shopping change.

I now have roommates. They seem cool. One is reading 50 Shades right now and the other brought a shit-ton of movies with her when she came... So I'm pretty sure we can get along based off that alone. We also all watched the Emmy's last night...

Can I just say how jealous I get when I watch award shows. I just want to be in that entire world so badly... One dayyy...

Speaking of, I started a new screenplay the other day... I think I like where it's going. Not necessarily how slowly because if I was real, I'd be working on that right now and not writing here.

I always start screenplays and then they start to really suck and because I've always had to write them for classes, I could never just start over and stop working on them so I'm excited to see where this one will go without the pressure of a deadline or grade.

We'll see... Well I'll see, you probably won't because I share my screenplays with pretty much no one. It feels worse than standing naked in front of strangers. (which I don't make a habit of doing, just to be clear.)

I also think I officially decided I'm not going to grad school next year. To lock myself away for a month while in NY to study for the GRE when taking time off would probably strengthen my application anyway seems sinful.

My internship is going well. Well, on the work side of things...

I'm also meeting a lot of new girls at my job training so that's exciting. Still trying to make friends here.

Speaking of, my Kimmy came to visit me this past weekend. It was the most fun ever. Luff my bff.

Ummm... that's all I want to type for now. I's tired and I have work in the AM. I need to go grocery shopping.

Oi.

“The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.” ― John Updike

So, yeah, definitely NOT a true New Yorker. This place HAS to be some type of imaginary world because it's so far from anything I consider the norm...

I'm not exactly sure how I got here. One month ago, I was finishing up an internship in Atlanta, prepared to go back to school in the fall and graduate in December. I only had one class to take and planned on commuting the hour-long stretch down 78 twice a week. I need something to fill up my days so I was desperately seeking an internship to occupy the rest of my time (and boost my resumé while I was at it).

I was applying everywhere and just for kicks, I was even applying for internships in places like L.A. and New York. I assumed I wouldn't even be contacted and, for many, I wasn't. It's cool, I know you guys have family, friends and children of friends that you have to give internships to before you'll look at a stranger like me... nepotism is not a sin and I am not a hater I might be a little bitter, not gonna lie...

Anyways, a few companies did contact me for interviews and references and I gladly complied. Still, it wasn't looking very good and the school year was getting closer and closer. I knew companies were making selections, I just assumed I wasn't in the lucky few. I then get this email from a campus relations  coordinator at Viacom.

Hi Krystle,
I heard from Samantha in the Editorial department and they thought you were great and would like to offer you the internship for the fall! Congrats! Would you like to accept?

Umm, what? Of course I would like to accept. It's Viacom! But wait... you're in NY. I live in GA. You're offering me an unpaid internship, and I'm not a millionaire. Yeah, it seemed next to impossible and I guarantee you it would have been if I was not the daughter of two people that would literally find a way to move mountains for me without even thinking twice. I told my mom the good news about the internship even though I knew I'd probably have to decline the offer; it was still a proud moment for me. When I got home, my parents and I, semi-jokingly, threw around possible ways we could do this. Nothing was working out...

My best friend in the world was going to move to Philly in the fall. My parents were like,

"You can commute two hours everyday."

Next.

My father said he has a friend from college who has an apartment above their house in Harlem.

"But his son is staying there right now..."

Next.

My godmother (oh yes, we called in everyone for help), says she has a friend that rents her apartment...

"but it's being remodeled starting in September."

Next. Next. Next.

Options kept getting scratched off the list but the fact that my parents were entertaining the idea gave me hope. I began to google intern housing in New York and it turns out, there's this entire business niche for people that cater to students and interns that have to be in New York for short periods of time.

My hope began to rise again...

Looooong story short, I ended up in this place right in midtown, walking distance from where I have to work. I will be sharing the space with two other girls (who I've yet to meet so fingers crossed they're not crazy/filthy/rude/etc.)

Anyway, it's my first time being in New York for more than a four-day period so I'm anxious, nervous, excited and scared out of my mind all at the same time.

I figured I would be experiencing some very interesting (hopefully not too crazy) things during this four month period I'm here, so I thought I would blog about it.

Um... here goes?