24.

so I looked at three places yesterday.  The first apartment I went to was in Woodside.  It was a cute apartment, pretty spacious, but I didn't love the kitchen.  The room I'd be subletting was off of the living room, and separated by an accordion door.  So, not terribly private, but not awful.

The second place I saw was in the East Village, and it was super gross.  The whole apartment - which consisted of two small bedrooms, a tiny and mostly useless kitchen, and a bathroom - could probably fit into the master bedroom at my parents' house.  (Granted, they have a massive room, but you get where I'm going with this.)  It was also a fifth floor walkup.  So, while the location was really stellar, the apartment itself would make me claustrophobic, and I could probably never bring anyone over to visit.

The third place is the place I really want.  It's in Park Slope, in a brand new luxury building.  The apartment is totally gorgeous.  It had a really lovely kitchen - with two ovens, two sinks, and a dishwasher - and huge windows overlooking the tree-lined street.  There's a lot of closet space, and a washer/dryer unit in the apartment itself.  And a parking garage.  And video surveillance outside.  And it's about five minutes from four trains.  The trick is, the girl who currently is leasing the place (and leasing the other two bedrooms in it) has interviewed a lot of people to fill the rooms, and I don't know if she'll pick me.  I'll find out tomorrow, and I'm really crossing my fingers for this one.

I saw a place in Brooklyn today that was nothing to write home about.  I did, however, have to take my shoes off before I went inside.  The place was in an adorable brownstone, though, and really close to the subway station.


Here's the short list of other amusing things that have happened during my trip so far and/or rants I've compiled:
-I woke up this morning when one of the cats came in and sat on my face.
-I missed the 12:24 train by literally three seconds.  I was running down the glass staircase, waving my arms and yelling "WAAAAAAAAAAAAIT," but alas.  I had to wait for the next train...at 1:24.  Railfail.
-I'm sorry, but the Apple store on 59th and 5th is NOT a tourist attraction.  The cube is cool but why are you taking pictures of inside the store?  It only looks like every other Apple store ever.
-Tourists: stop asking me where things are.  I don't know where things are, because I don't live here.  I'm sorry I look like a generic New Yorker, in my black turtleneck, black stiletto boots, and big sunglasses.  However, I see that iPhone you're carrying.  The Maps app?  You should try it.
-There was a homeless man on the 6 extolling the virtues of copious marijuana use.
-I haven't seen anyone famous but I've seen doppelgangers for at least 10 people I know.
-The catcalling really needs to stop.  No, sir, I will not marry you.  Thank you, yes, I have a nice ass.  Thank you for alerting everyone within 100 yards to it.
-Barnes and Noble is actually a glorified public bathroom.
-I had a lovely dinner with my cousin Michael at a cafe at 10th and 2nd.  It was the first real food I've had since I had Indian food with Grant yesterday.  I think the protein bars are turning my insides solid.
-I think they should install personal alarms on every seat on the commuter trains.  So you could set your alarm for Grand Central, fall asleep, and the alarm would wake you as the train pulls into the station.  This may also be good for the express trains, but probably a lot harder to execute.
-Why don't we have Pinkberry in Greensboro?

And now, bed.  Tomorrow is my birthday.