Extremely Perishable

I woke up in Union Square this morning.

In my apartment in Union Square.

It was kind of weird ... but nice. The living situation is very Rear Window. I can see into the apartments across the courtyard. I don't think anyone can resist looking. I can also see a lot of beautiful, dark, city rooftops. The perks of being on the 11th floor.

I'm loving it.

Today I traipsed all over the Village doing the required shopping - outfitting my apartment etc. Also stopped by Washington Square to see part of the CBGB concert, which was off the hook. It is so hot outside that all I think about when I'm walking down the street is stripping down and getting into an ice cold shower.

While my contemporaries were learning how to drive, I was sweating the thought of it. I stayed away from it for a long time. Several years.

At long last ... I now have my driver's license. I passed my road test.

Thank you Staten Island.

What has Ralph been doing these past few weeks, you ask. Perhaps she has forgotten all about the blog.

Never.

Let me give you a quick rundown, minus the icky bits. I went to SPICE MARKET! The experience ranked highly. Gorgeous, delicious food, and spicy (naturally) ... just the way I love it. I also bought my first digital camera. (Okay, fine, I didn't buy it. I just picked it out.) Remind me to thank anyone who works for Casio, because this thing is glorious. In addition to all the play, I spent 5 days training for some work - a job that I was never even going to get. Pour quoi? Because they can't afford to take on another employee. They knew this from the start and neglected to inform me until after I had completed 5 late-night, 9-hour shifts.

So now I'm just lazing around, chomping at the bit to get back to school, where I will inevitably start to miss the days of "freedom" I spent at home. This summer has been a complete wild card for me. I don't know what it is. I spent $800 in 2 days this week. Soho fucking kills me. I clearly need a little LESS of the so-called freedom. But, you know what, a job would be nice. I've got a few days to play with before I have to start the hustle again.

Did the Ruby Foos thing with my girl and a kid I haven't seen in 2 years. It's interesting to see how people change (or don't). It was fun seeing him and all but he's become even more judgemental than he was in high-school. He ended up reminding me of all the stuff I didn't like, all the people I could've lived without.

I can't wait to get back to the square.

Oops. According to the GIF calendar, thursday is also a full day of fasting. Damn it.

I saw her again, yesterday. Her: flawless. Me: starstruck. (I am so weird. Who freaks over blogger sightings?)

I'm also coming to the end of my 3 day fast for GIF. I cannot wait to get started on more impacting GIF stuff. I've tried contacting kids at the New York school who I know are interested in working on the Darfur situation too. The other thing I cannot wait for: the chance to eat something. Anything. Having said that, fasting has been easier than I had previously anticipated, but I do feel the effects of it - less energy etc., and I'm a girl who loves her food.

I have plans for a Friday night get-together with the best friend at Ruby Foo's Midtown and there will most definitely be pieces chocolate cake devoured. That's what Fridays are all about, right?

I've been living small this weekend. I have nothing major that I want to report. There's been a little mess and drama but all I really want to say is that I soaked a cigarette pack in water yesterday and threw it away.

I also have two suggestions music-wise - Kate Earl and Esthero. E is my girl. I just got turned on to Kate Earl. She's a little too folksy for me but you gotta love "When You're Older." That, to me, is a beautiful song ... like crystal clear water.

This is a Filipino womanchild from Alaska. It really can't get anymore pretty, non? (I mean, other than the gorgeous redheaded Canadian.) In other news - I cut my hair and people are in an uproar about it. The words "I don't want your ponytail to be a short stubby ponytail," DID come out of my mother's mouth. My best friend laughed. So, in true Ralph fashion, I've decided that another 2 inches are coming off.