Day 15

I woke up at 7 and went down for breakfast, to find an empty kitchen once again.   Will is always late.  So i got two bananas and a glass of milk because one I don't like breakfast to start with and two I never really cook breakfast for myself.  Will told me that all I would have time for today was the morning rounds, and then I would be off to NY.  I was pretty stoked about leaving the farm, so the morning rounds weren't half as bad as usual.  They did end up taking a long time, however.  I had to put water and feed in four new different locations for some birds.  Will moved them because he was separating some for a show to be sold at.  So after I did all that I got my squeaky JD ready, and moved coops, collected eggs, filled feeders, cleaned waters, etc.  The usual.  That took me awhile because i had to go back and retrieve the rabbit feed and water, because I didn't have room on my first trip to bring it along.  I fed the pigs, and then fed and checked up on the rabbits inside the barn.  Finally the home stretch!  All i had to do was wash all the eggs, and weigh and separate thrones from yesterday.  That took me about an hour, and after I was done I was glued to the radio.  What was happening was that Ryan Seacrest has a show in the morning where a spouse will call in thinking that his/ or her spouse was cheating on them.  Ryan then calls the other spouse up on the phone on air, and they confront each other.  It was so extremely awkward, and probably staged, but I still was entertained.  So after that, I went back into the house packed up my belongings into my over sized, red flannel backpack, and it was off to New York. As we approached the car form the house, Will casually mentioned that I would be driving myself to BWI while he would work on emails in the car.  classic.  So i drove my first scion on the freeway, for about an hour.  It was pretty fun, but I was extremely diligent, because I didn't want to inconvenience Will more than I had with making him to come to BWI.  We got there at about 1 and my train left thirty minutes after that.  I got my ticket and snacked on some Chex Mix cheese flavor that I have had since my mom dropped me off on the farm.  Waited around, played some games on my phone, and before I knew it I was boarding the train.  The first stretch of the train I fell asleep on my left side which never turns out well, hence the sore neck.  The second stretch I got to sit by the window and that worked out nicely, I sleep unequivocally better when I can lean my head to the right.  So i slept on and off until we finally reached Penn Station which was about 3 hours, so boo yah.  On the train I remember feeling not as excited as I was to go to college park.  Maybe it was because I don't like New York to begin with, maybe it was just me worrying again.  Regardless I got off the train and made my way up to the main level of the train station.  Goodness gracious, the proximity of one person to the next was just short of a couple centimeters.  It was so ridiculously crowded.  But i managed to get out alive and make it to 8th and W 33rd street.  I called my sister to give me her job's address, so I could walk there and pick up the keys to her apartment.  So I walked past about 3 billion people, dressed up Mickey and Minnie mouses ( which I threw huge shakas to ), and about 3 billion solicitors.  Classic case of New York.  So i finally came to my sisters work place, and got interrogated about where I was going and who I was seeing. After I cleared some things up I met my sister outside the door to La Cuchina Italaliana, and she gave me directions and keys to her apartment.  The rest of the day isn't very interesting.  The only people that would rally care to read are my parents, so I can go into further detail with them haha.  Basically, I got back to the small apartment took a shower, went back out to meet my sister and her boyfriend, Dave, for chinese ( which was quite possibly the best chinese food I have ever eaten ), almost saw a fight break out, then went and hung with a friend form Palos Verdes who just transferred to NYU this year.  Rod Paulsen was always a friend of a friend, but a close one at that.  Rod is a super cool guy, and we mainly just talked and hungout  in his top floor "suite" in the dorm.  His place was amazingly nice, with a view that he probably couldn't pay for at an apartment.  So we listened to music talked about life, and it was time for me to go back to my sisters apartment for a classic nights sleep.  And that's about it.  Nighty.