Day 1: Arrived in New York, had dinner, lost 2 hours of sleep( 1 to time zone change and another to daylight savings)

BTW our plane was delayed 2 HOURS. 1 was at the gate so it was fine, but 1 hour IN THE PLANE, NO FOOD, NO WATER, NO NOTHING. Preface to this, I don't ever fly commercial, this was my third trip in a jet. My dad is a pilot, so we usually fly in our own plane. Here is a picture of the model so y'all don't think I fly private jets:

We binge on whatever snacks we can pack, no TSA, and we can barely hear ourselves think without special headphones(not really, but it's kinda loud).

Getting to the point: Turbulence. The thing about small planes is you get pretty nasty turbulence with small amounts of wind. I have hit the ceiling  before, and I survived(only acute brain damage). So, as you may imagine, when they tell us flight attendants wouldn't be out due to turbulence, I was thinking that it was stupid, as you could barely feel said 'turbulence'. SOOOOOO YEAH I'M KINDA SALTY ABOUT THAT.

Day 2: Saw Anastasia on Broadway, bought me some signatures, got me a pic w/ Dimytri, successful day.

Day 3: Went to the MOMA, Saw too many white paintings, got creeped out by performance art, got a bootiful figure doll, broke it on the Metro. Here are the pics:

Yeah there was a little play area with a slinky, be jealous.

Day 4: Went to the Guggenheim, saw a bunch of Robert Mapplethorpe photography(alot of it is nude models and... suggestive... imaging). Note: Guernica is in France, don't go to the Guggenheim looking for it. Saw Dear Evan Hansen, I now don't have the ability to cry. You Will Be Found just... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Day 5: Went to a photography museum, saw pictures that were cool, saw Waitress, somehow cried again, was trendy and went to dō. I got a picture with Joey McIntyre(former New Kids On The Block Member) since he was in Waitress.

Day 6: Drama had erupted between some of my friends, I had accidentaly taken part, and felt like a horrible person. So, what a good time to go to the 9/11 memorial and museum? Real talk: that was fucking depressing guys. I had multiple meltdowns unrelated to the museum, but at least I could be somewhat normal soooooo.

I SAW BE MORE CHILL!!!!!!

It was awesome but... I now have to rant. THEY CHANGED IT.

Okay, to those who don't memorize Broadway musicals, this may seem extreme, but an hour and a half of music with complicated lyrics takes FOREVER. The first changewas they cut out the second verse of the Squip Song. Then some random changes, a new song, and, PITIFUL CHILDREN WAS CHANGED. MY SONG WAS CHANGED. Okay I also got a bunch of merch and stalker pics.

Mountain Dew mixed with Mountain Dew Red is pretty good.

Day 7: Going home. It was 70 FREAKING DEGREES. Context, it was 40 and windy all week.

I am a tree

Don't die :D