Finally in Nueva: A synopsis of Monday

So, it's Friday morning and I've been in NY since Monday. Yay! I'm kind of bored which in my experience has led to awful decisions on my part, but I'll probably get over it once my roommates get here cause they'll know of extracurriculars, activities, et cet. I actually went from hating the city/wanting to go back home immediately to kind of liking it. It's decent. I will say though that from a strictly economic standpoint, this city doesn't make much sense. From what I've seen, you can find everything you would ever want. Then once you've bought it with no return policy, you see that someone else is selling it 75% off. You're pissed off now and you continue walking, and you happen upon a man with whom you could have haggled with to get said item for $5. Such is life. In case you wanted to know, my Monday was awful. It started at like 5:30, I woke up and my brother (who lives in DC and came just to help me move in) and I drove to O'Hare. My sister intentionally woke up early and went to the gym so she wouldn't have to say goodbye to me. Which is completely understandable; we don't like sad. I said goodbye to my mommy and told her not to cry, I'd be fine. It actually wasn't that bad. In the weeks leading up to the move, I was walking down Michigan Avenue on the way to work, and Stevie Wonder's "Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer" came on and I started tearing up. It was ridiculous. There's one other song that did that to me and I'm embarrassed to say it was SClub7. Yikes. Anyways, so at the airport my brother and I received our usual "are they on drugs?" stares from people because we laugh at EVERYTHING. I don't know any family that finds humor in as many things as mine does. Especially not in Randy Newman potentially being the pilot and having to create songs, while in air, to fuel the plane. What can I say, we were bored. The flight was fun, for the first time ever I looked out the window during takeoff to say goodbye to my fair Chicago. The flight was surprisingly short because I forgot they took the time zone change into account. When we got to baggage claim there were 2 surprises:
1. My suitcase had been inspected by the TSA. Understandable because my computer was in there, wrapped in my bedding; I would have been suspicious also. Mad props to the dog that smelled that because it was wrapped pretty tightly. However, that suitcase took the force of 4 people to hold down to be zipped, I thought it would explode if someone poked it. Needless to say, after their "inspection". the TSA didn't give a shit and try to close my suitcase, they wrapped it in a plastic bag and put TSA tape around it. No shit. Seriously. I have pictures.
2. One of my bags had been sent to Baltimore. Yeah, that Baltimore. Since orientation was only until 2 and at that point it was 1:40, my brother and I decided to just go, and if they sent the bag back I could come back to the airport to get it. Quick question: When you pack, do you put outfits together, or tops in one bag and bottoms in another? I ask this because I did the latter, and the "bottoms" bag is the one that got lost. Never again...Actually, that was the first time I had done that because I have proportionately more shirts and one of my bags was bigger. It made sense at the time. Anyways, orientation, keys, check-in, room is fine, great. My brother leaves to go back to DC, and 3 hours later I get a call that they found my bag. So I taxi it back to Laguardia. The cabs take credit cards by the way. I learned some very important things:
1. There is a rehabilitation center for inbred chihuahuas with no front legs.
2. The little kid from "Big" is fixing up houses in Harlem.
3. Kids are taking cough syrup to get high because it's cheap, it tastes like candy, and your eyes don't turn red so your parents don't know you're getting high.
They play news in the taxis too, and I listened to those 3 stories looping for the entirety of my hour long cab ride(s). Lucky me, right?
Much later, I decided to unpack my stuff and I found that the busted bag had been dropped repeatedly, effectively effing up Greybaby (my computer). I had to get her fixed immediately. A nice yarmulked (I have never "gotten" that spelling) guy came and fixed it for me. What a doll. I mean, he didn't do it for free, but he was very nice. That was like 12:30-ish. So I called Adods for his birthday then watched American Dad and went to sleep.
I'm too lazy for this. I'll do Tuesday through Thursday later. I promz.