A drawing of Woodburn Hall I saw in a frame on my boys wall. This would be a sweet poster. View big version.
I went to New York City for the first time this weekend. It was a $50 trip offered to my dorm and another. We left at about 4pm on Friday and arrived at a hotel in Elizabeth, New Jersey at maybe 12am but who knows. It was 10 minutes from the city. I didn't have a camera since mine broke and out of all of you jokes I got one donation for $20.
For every 1 guy there was probably 15 hot girls on the trip. It was 3 of us that decided to go on this trip. Three is a crowd in many ways. For example, the chartered bus. Two seats + three people + my two friends planning shit ahead of time and saying they are sitting with eachother = me probably having to sit with a 400 pound monster burger. As that was going through my head a lady walks onto the bus and says she needs 10 people to go on the other bus. Since my friends had already began spooning and I was waiting for the loch ness monster to come eat my seat I decided to go to the other bus for really no reason. This bus was a complete piece of shit. It was depressing. I sat with a cool kid who is friends with my roommate. We watched a VHS of some shitty movie I already forgot about while the other bus watched DVD's. Dirty little poop bags.
The hotel was a Four Points Sheraton and not bad. We had a 4th roommate but he stayed with his other friends. So we agreed to let me get my own bed since Chad and Kyle sat together on the bus. I was happy. Then the door knocks, and this dude is like can I stay here. He was supposed to get picked up by one of his friends but something happened and he needed a room. I didn't really care that he stayed, but I was pissed that I would again have to deal with a stranger too close for comfort. The dude passed out on the recliner and I passed out naked in the bed alone.
We left at 9am and they dropped us off at the Rockefeller Center. We came here with no plan on what we were doing. We had no idea what we wanted to do and ended up walking from Rockefeller to Battery Park at the very end of lower Manhattan. That was about 4 miles and we were damn tired. We walked around the NYU campus and saw the Word Trade Center site. Got a taxi and went to Central Park. Was my first time in a taxi and it was entertaining being in one instead of coming close to one hitting you. Central Park was huge. People doing stuff everywhere from playing baseball to reading a book on a huge rock to people making out in a field, naked.
We were beat by 9pm and sat around Rockefeller Center watching people walk by. Everyone speaks different languages. If another person asks me if I want a Rolex or a purse or a damn pair of Oakley's I am going to poop on my bed.
We got back at 6:30AM Sunday. I'd only go again if I had a reason or a planned way to spend my time in New York City.
P.S. Elizabeth, New Jersey is dirty shittiness. And I still don't have a new camera.
I went from getting an average of 200 visits a day to 5,000 hits an hour. But the hype has died down and now I am at around 400 a day. I have received so many emails and IM's and really enjoyed the 23.4 minutes of fame knowing it wouldn't last unless I put up a sex tape of Mike Gansey. So I 
