okay story time!

(disclaimer: i know i tell so many dumb little stories from my daily life, i know they’re trivial and boring, yet i do not care and will continue to tell them)

i love my spanish class. i never feel shy and i always feel smart and i love my professor, he’s so intelligent and interesting and he’s a poet! and he loves neruda like me! he like went to the town where neruda grew up so that he could interview all his family and friends and that’s so intriguing agh! today he asked us to write an essay on why we want to study spanish and everyone wrote like a paragraph pero i wrote a page, there was too much on my mind

and i love my french class too! my professor is really funny/adorable and i feel smart there, too. the only reason i can easily understand/read french is because it’s so similar to spanish, but everyone thinks i actually know what i’m talking about. however, everything is hard to pronounce. whatever, i’ll learn it and sound sexy or something. today i learned how to tell time, and it was kinda confusing but it made sense in the end. the way he teaches is really cool, i remember everything and it’s not boring. the people in that class are really interesting too, and funny :) i feel like i might make friends? woah weird

today i talked to the doorman at one of the trump tower plaza or whatever buildings on the phone, and he asked me how quickly i could send some food out to him because he was starving. i told him twenty minutes, but i sent it out in like two minutes and he called back and said that he’s going to buy me flowers for valentine’s day…

the pakistani guy who works at the bodega i always go to always wishes me luck on the mega millions and calls me sweetie and gives me free gum and candy like i’m a little girl, i love it.

and the awesome egyptian guy from the copy store always lets me print all my school stuff for free and he goes to CUNY too and we talk about classes and stress and he’s so friendly and sweet and polite. 

not to mention the irish customers at my job who give me big tips and the old chinese medicine guy who tells me not to worry about my health because i’m an earth person or something, this old lady with horrible hair that hates me, another horrible old lady who calls me at work to threaten me and tells me she’s going to call the IRS on me, the guy at the bagel store who gives me free food and is the sweetest ever, the old guy at the deli near my house who calls me mamita, the doorman in my building who always asks about my day, etc. etc. etc.

i fucking love everyone in this city