A Whole New World

Well, after a week-and-a-half long battle between the demon keepers of the InterWebz (Time Warner Cable) and ourselves, my new BK roommate and I can finally access all the glorious things the 'Net has to offer!

Of course, the instant we had Internet again, I watched an adorable YouTube video of an adorable sleepy baby bunny. I have posted it here so all three of my readers can soak themselves in the cuteness. It's two and a half minutes long. I watched it four times. Huzzah, Internet!

So, as you may have guessed, a great many changes happened in the few weeks I was off the Web. First and foremost, something called Google+ was invented. I have no idea what Google+ is. At first I was banned from it because I wasn't popular enough to be "invited" by some posh keyholder, but once I was, my computer was too old and cranky to access it. Looks like Baby MacBook and I will have to be satisfied with the old, boring Google.

Also, Facebook Chat has Skype on it now, so that's pretty weird too.

But aside from all the Internet updates (all of which were quite jarring at first), many life changes happened as well. I am now officially a Brooklyn resident, living in what I like to call The Lion's Den - right off the Bedford stop in Williamsburg. My new neighborhood looks like this:

Disneyland for history buffs.

JUST KIDDING, THAT'S COLONIAL WILLIAMSBURG! I'm such a joker. But actually, those lobsterback outfits look pretty sweet, and if someone dressed like that in my 'hood, I would totally make them be my friend.

Disneyland for hipsters.

But anyhoo, my actual neighborhood looks more like this:








Ah, BK. The land of PBR-swigging, neon clothing, and tattoos. It's a little different from the hallowed halls of my alma mater, in which dressing up meant wearing jeans instead of sweatpants. I wore leggings a lot, so I was considered pretty avant-garde, if I do say so myself.

Now, of course, my roommate and I are in a perpetual search for see-thru baby crop tops and suspenders so we fit in with the rest of the BillyBurg clientele.

Life is such a struggle.