New York~ Part 4

I have yet to finish the New York writing. I also realized that in my last entry I forgot that we also went to Times Square on that day. Times Square is like New York New York, and I forgot it.

Anyways, so what happened was that we were walking along this one street leading to Times Square, and the whole time our main subject of conversation was us gaping at how many people there actually were. Goodness, I've never seen that many people in my entire life.

When we arrived at the Times Square street (I should write with a map with all the names of the streets.) all these characters from cartoons were lined up and taking pictures with little kids.

(We later found out that it was not free.)

Some of the character's faces were not as accurate as they are actually depicted, and I am now mentally scarred of the image of a strange-looking Olaf.

There were huge screens everywhere. They were displaying all sorts of ads. I even saw one for Khan Academy. *Math army cheering right now.* This place was just $ signs everywhere. There was also an M&M world. We didn't go inside, but you could tell that it was not a free humongous M&M dispenser. (The word "free" is relatively the same as Greek over there.) (It's not understood.) instead, it was a huge gift shop.

In the middle of Times Square is this huge platform of stairs that you can brave to get a good central picture. (Stairs are scary when you're supposed to keep on moving while also maneuvering around many other tourists while also concentrating on keeping your feet on land all the while you're trying to get a decent picture.) Did I go on it? Yes, I did. It was risky business. Oh well. I got a good picture, didn't I? (This was not my approach. My approach was more like, "I like nice pictures but my life comes first.") Needless to say, I traveled those scary steps to get that picture. Then we went back down.

Similarly, there was also a big candy building made to look like a factory. It was nice. ("Nice.") (No comment.) Inside, stood enormous bottles of Hershey Syrup. (The fast and cheap and easy way to make chocolate milk or hot chocolate, for anyone wondering.) There was tons of candy, but in my (humble) opinion, with the fourteen dollar toll to enter (and exit) Staten Island, they should be giving out free candy. Anyways, there was also this machine that combined three different candies to produce a new candy. I'm not sure if it was a piece of decoration or an actual contraption. (I did not test it.) There was also a spiral spiraling from the ceiling that was a symbol for Hershey's as well. It was very (nice.)

After this, we planned on heading back. We passed through Grand Central Terminal. This place marked the 765th (rounding up) time we remarked that there were a lot of people.

(There were a lot of people, just saying.)

Grand Central is like the airport for all subways. There was a mini-show going on inside. Someone was playing something. People were videotaping. (I just feel the need to write that sentence.)

Then, after that we headed home. We took more pictures on the ferry back. Except the pictures weren't really legible since there was a ton of lighting in the ferry and the window glass was reflecting all the people sitting there.

(Somewhere in the world, spies use this technique to inconspicuously take pictures of suspects.) (Probably.)

New York~Part 3

I come in peace… bearing photographs…

Well, not like actually posting them, but I have the pictures with me right now, so now I know where we went.

So yes.

We exited the subway and walked around and wondered what sort of world we had come to. It was honestly very different.

We continued through Central Park, but it was winter. So there was a unique “brown-ness” about the entire park without leaves. There were tons of little dogs about. There was an amazing castle though. That was very spectacular.

That’s it. I give up with adjectives.

It was surrounded by a moat and it was on a cliff. You could even go in it, but I have no idea why we did not. I think it was because it got cold in like, two minutes. It was bitter cold.

I also find the need to add that as we were leaving, a bride was also. And then, what also happened was that someone asked if they could take a picture of her. (She said yes. She was not taken aback.) I was thinking, “Well, alrighty then. Just another usual occurrence in New York.”

After we had explored much of Central Park, which consisted of lots of trees and open fields and dogs and cool things, (I honestly have no idea how to describe a park.) we were planning on going back. See, when I’m writing this, it seems like our day went by very fast and we didn’t do anything. In reality, we walked everywhere in rain, sleet, snow and hail. (It actually was raining.) In reality, it took us suburb people a few minutes to collect ourselves before starting fast-walking back to the ferry port.

So there. The first day summed up.

I shall write again soon. There’s still like, twenty more days.

(Four.)

New York~Part 2

          Alright so~ I’m back now. I couldn’t really write over there. I woke up around ten every day and then we had breakfast and then we’d leave the house after a while. Then, we’d come home at night and soon it would be really late and I couldn’t write then.

So yes. I shall write through as my memory permits.
 

We traveled through mountains and valleys and plains and roads and it was raining so there was fog and it was all very scenic so I drew and it was 2D but it was a summary of the whole trip. {This is the part where I am supposed to self-promote my drawing profile, but I’m not going to do that because then I am going to be writing technical support articles for the next century on how to access it.}

Then, we got home to where we were staying and we chilled and then yeah I do not know what is my point here.

THE NEXT DAY: We traveled on subways and ferries to get to Manhattan since we were staying on Staten Island. The ferry took twenty-five minutes to get there. In that time, I took photos like a real annoying tourist. I blocked views for many people, I’m guessing. The buildings in the distance looked outstanding. (I’m trying for some unique adjectives here.) The Statue of Liberty looked really small. The water swishing from the ferry was cool to look at.

And then the ferry had docked and then everybody started fast-walking and it’s all very overwhelming. Even though you’ve passed the age of having to hold someone’s hand because you’re easy to lose, over here you must do this or you can choose having to look over your shoulder every five seconds. (Which was not an appealing idea to people who were supposed to be looking after me.) Literally, everyone seems as if they all have a time-bomb that will explode all the McDonald’s in the world if they don’t run fast. If you don’t keep up, you’re going to get trampled and no one is going to like you. There’s also lots of pushing and shoving and nudging (Yes, more or less, they all mean the same thing. It’s for emphasis.) going on everywhere. And no one really apologizes, because over there, that’s code for “Hey bro, I have a bus to catch, move over, will ya?” And then of course everyone understands and makes way and no one judges if there are a few running people because everyone has been in that situation and they know that panicking feel.

I was really taken aback by the amount of oxygen supply was given to you. You have to run for your own survival.
 

Then we exited the ferry place and we were on (Monroe?) Street and then we took a subway and I was so excited for this. It went really fast and a few times I stumbled over looking like an idiot tourist. (Embracing my identity.) It got really cramped at some points and I also had no idea of subway etiquette. I was trying to survive by holding on to a metal pole, except my arm was crossing in front of someone’s face, and my brother was whisper-yelling at me. (He was trying to inconspicuously get me to remove my hand away from the person’s face.) I then had to search for a new pole to emotionally (and physically) attach to. He also told me to offer my seat to someone else so then I got up but then someone else got up and there was a free seat so I sat back down again. Honestly, he makes me wonder if he has been riding subways in a previous life. How does he concentrate on manners when I’m trying to concentrate on survival? Props.

Anyways.

           When we finally land somewhere, (By this point, I’m wasn’t even trying to stay up to where we were headed, I was just following behind pathetically.) (By pathetically, I mean constantly being threatened at to hurry up with it.) we were somewhere where there were lots of people and lots of traffic and it was very cold. Which means pretty much anywhere, with my description. I think it was somewhere near 42nd Street. (42nd Street signifies that it was Lincoln’s 42nd time collapsing while he was in New York.) (135th Street signifies the 135th time. On and on it goes. The poor man.) Anyways, as we exited the subway, there were lots of nice buildings.
 

           I think I might just add pictures instead of writing pathetic adjectives like “nice.”

 

          The word “nice” itself is very nice. though. It’s just not used very much in writing because it is an unwritten rule for it to be socially unacceptable. Instead, you have to pull up a thesaurus and find another word for “nice” which more or less means the same thing but makes you sound x635 as smarter.

Anyways.

       I have realized that I have forgotten the order in which we journeyed, so I’m going to have to consult the order in which the pictures were taken. It’s been a long post as well. I shall continue the actual content of where we went in another post. Soon.

Disclaimer: I have zero idea on the subject relating to Lincoln and New York as a whole.

New York

I don’t know how to start this. I’m torn between, “Can someone give me a massage chair,” and “Woah woah.”

I’ve realized they probably mean the same thing, more or less.

I am in New York. York of the New.

New of the York.

Nork?

Nork.

Yes. After ten hours in the car we have reached the

Big Apple.

New Yorkers, please put your forks down.

(I’ve read that when tourists say “The Big Apple.” then all the locals cringe.)

Art Course 101

I've recently realized that of all the posts I have done so far, (Four posts, thank you, thank you.) none of them actually have a point? I've literally named one "Lesspoint?" As in pointless? 
I apologize to the nonexistent readers, but still. I still find this fun even though I've only told like one person the URL. I guess I'm trying out the freedom of posting whatever I want. Even though I would still post whatever I want with readers.
I'm also thinking this blog needs a new name. I'm not that obsessed with nutella, it's just my go-to name for everything. 
Blog name? Nutella. School username? NutellaLearner. Social-Security Number: #Nutella. Address: Nutella Rd. Phone: Nutella-Nutella-Nutella. Name: NutellaPresident.

The word "nutella" is looking very odd to me right now. 

Also, something going on in my life that no one needs to hear, our English semester project has been assigned. It is due January 22, 2015. Today is December 10, 2014. I have a year left. 

That was bad. 
In reality, I have 32 days to finish this project, subtracting today...that makes it 31. I'm actually planning on doing science next. Science is such a chill subject. Honestly I can sit there for two hours independently doing science. I mean, unless you're doing the type of science that involves math, this is such a breezy subject. 
I once tried doing the type of science that involves math, and I don't think my teacher was very enthusiastic to teach me that afterwards. 
I think that subjects should stick to their own matters. I have Art as a course as well, and what we basically do in the lessons is learn about Raphael and Michelangelo and Van Gogh. That's History.  Yes, art history, but it's supposed to stick in its own book. 
There are more things I frankly just have to skip over in the art lessons. Now, what's also in the lessons, let me tell you. 
Suppose they show you painting of say a window, and a cat staring out that window.
Precisely.
That is what you say, no?
You are le wrong.
See, in the eyes of an artistic person, it is not a cat looking out a window. It is swift-brushstrokes combined to create the mood of a glum, sadistic scene. The window is not a window. It is a glass reflecting on life. The light that comes through it are your opportunities. The light that stays in the shadows represents all the opportunities you missed out on while writing long blog-posts. The cat is not looking out the window. The cat is pondering the essence of life. It is definitely not thinking of food, like anyone looking out windows does, it is thinking of all the corruption in the world and how the road in front of him shows nothing of that. How what he sees shows no trace of any problematic societies. The cat symbolizes luxury because they don't know how it is. The shades on the window represent how much the media does not show us. The brown wall is a representation of the Emancipation Proclamation, which was issued two years before this painting was created. The ball of yarn on the ground does not symbolize, I repeat, does NOT symbolize something the cat might play with in its free time. Instead it symbolizes how we are all like that yarn, in our own little words, naive to issues circulating around us, tightly bound in our shells.A fresh-off-the-boat human could come and look down this street and think "What a wonderful world." What he doesn't know is that a cat watches him out of his light-not light- room, pondering when his owners are going to come back and help him escape this terrible nightmare of a painting how clueless the man is.

That is basically art summed up.

The Arrival

So.

Hi.

Hiya.

Hello.

And welcome

To my fantastic fantabulous blog

Which is actually not fantabulous or fantastic in any way at all, because for one, my background doesn't look anything like a humorous blog, which is basically all I blog about.

No seriously.

Even when I'm being motivational, I feel the need to sneak in a joke somewhere. I'm not sure if that's beneficial to all the motivational-ness I stick in there.

Anyways, the background right now looks like this blog is about American History, because I can tell you for a fact that the huge phone on the wall looks nothing like the phones we have these days.

(Which are growing larger, so maybe one day this background will be dated.)

Maybe when you read this I'll have changed the background, so none of this will make sense.

Anyways, if you're being horrified by the amount of sentence fragments and grammar, fear not.

because I am bieng horified 2

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I come from tumblr.
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I have moved.
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Shifted.
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On the axis.
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Of this planet.
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Called Earth.

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Just kidding. 

I simply opened a new tab and started on blogspot.

Welcome.