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Rob and I have decided to take on a raw food fast, and for some reason I'm finding it rather difficult. Don't get me wrong, I love fruits and veggies, but I keep on thinking about how much I was sushi, German food, and sweets. haha. It may soon begin to drive me mad lol. However, our fast lasts until next Friday, so hopefully I can hold out.

In other news, coming back to New York has been uneventful. I'm almost done unpacking the stuff we'd hidden away in storage, but I've still quite a bit more to do.

Today, Rob is off working and I still haven't heard back from the ...folks... at CVSA! They need to get back to me about continuing my internship asap. I've called 3 times. Two times I got the answering machine, once I left a message, and the other time the line was engaged. They really, really must call me or some folks from MLK at school will be really pissed and wanting me to pay back my stipend for interning ($5000). Shoot me. I can't pay them back! Tomorrow, I'll call again and if they don't answer... I'm just stopping by their office to say "Hello... did you get my message? Let me work now!" hahah.

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I keep on having the strangest nightmares. Last night, (in my dream of course) 9 million people were murdered and hung from the top of the Brooklyn bridge. Then, some wierdo hid in the storage closet that was outside of my door, dressed in a ninja costume, with a gigantic axe... Of course the purpose of the axe was to chop me up. Some how, they found me. In order to avoid being chopped up, I had to chop of the hands of the two bandits. And guess what, they were kids! ... The story grows stranger... The one guy had a strange knife for an arm and was about to "seek his revenge," so I had to chop off his testicles and throw it in his mouth.

Yah, WTF. hahah. WTF.

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I miss Florida. I miss the Philippines more.

My new apartment is in the same building but a different room. It has both pros and cons.
Pros:
Immensely larger than my old one. This is an AMAZING PRO, as my old apartment was so small that it was silly hahha.
The fridge doesn't smell like kimchi died inside of it.
Same great location in NYC.

Cons:
It's on the ground floor. Not only can I see the wierd hobos outside, but they can see me! At least there are weird and ugly bars on the window hahah.
It's not facing the Bowery like my old apt. Instead, it faces 2nd St. Thus, the view is neither as exciting or pleasant.
The bed leaves this gap between it and the wall that cannot be remedied. Certainly, it's bad for my feng shui.

Sure my con list is larger than the pro list, but I think I like this room better. The thing I hate the most about it is it's being on the ground floor. But, whatever. You win some, you lose some. And all in all, I think I won.

Oh New York, how I... haven't missed you. Still destiny calls. I'll be on a plane back to the Big Apple by 500 pm tomorrow. Normally when I leave New York for a vacation, I'm missing the damned place as soon as the plane lands. "The people here are weird," "everyone walks so slow," "nothing is going on"... The list continues. But this time, I'm almost dreading going back.

Don't get me wrong, I love the Big City. I always have. It's just... I haven't gotten enough time away. I miss family and friends while I'm in my northeast home. I miss the beach, trees, quiet. I miss Apollo and Leesie. But the thing I'm dreading the most is the crushing weight of obligation.

New York means for me right now my internship. And I hate it with a passion. I'd almost wish I'd gotten a job for the summer instead of this damned internship. Or, hahah, invested more time searching for an internship that actually appealed to me. I haven't even really gotten to relax on vacation yet. Sure, I haven't been working and I've been more relaxed than if I'd been in New York this whole time... but still. I haven't got to go to the beach. Not once. I haven't finished sewing all of these things I've been working on. I haven't got to help my mom reorganize the storage. I haven't got to go sell things at the pelengke. I haven't watched any of the tv shows I always watch in German since I've left New York. What the hell.

So now, I sit. Typing, eating Ginataan Manok, and drinking sake. Rob is sleeping on the couch (instead of in bed because this sweet heart wants to wait for me). Inay is sleeping in her room because she's exhausted. I was supposed to be sewing another pair of pants but the machine is shitting on itself. I don't have the heart to wake up my mom for help lol.

I'm going to walk over to the fridge. Please God let there be orange juice. I want to make a sake screw driver like the back of this bottle of sake suggests.

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Disappointment lol! Only milk (ick), canola oil, and Sprite. Alas... Sake screwdrivers some other time.

So, Rob and I are in sunny, lovely Florida. While living in New York we'd almost forgotten how damn hot and humid it gets here. I caught myself thinking the other day, "How the hell does anybody live here? It's sooo HOT!" Then I realized, I used to think 60 degrees was utterly freezing and 85 degrees with 90% humidity was perfect.
Needless to say, I was shocked by how much my body had adapted.

This evening after running various errands, Rob, Jess, and I decided to go to a hot tub in some random neighborhood a friend of mine had once told me was easy to access, especially late at night. I'd been there countless times (but not in a while, obviously, since living in NY). So, we trekked out there.
We'd been swimming for not that long at all when, none other, than an officer of the law strolls up with his bright flashlight.
"Which one of you is the resident??"
"uuhhh... My friend Diana lives here..." I responded. Shit! Rob had had an intuition that we should of listened to: "What do we say if a cop comes up?" The last time he'd said that, the three of us were in NY drinking beers in a park after hours. Five minutes later the cops roll up.... hahha. Shit. hahha.
Well, as the story goes, we didn't listen to the intuition, and none of us really thought anything of it...
"I smell booze," says the cop. To which we respond: "We haven't been drinking, sir." hahah.
Well, Jess and I have our IDs, but Rob had left his at my mom's house... So, Sam Safety makes Jess and I wait in the car as he interrogates Rob. We'd left the pool area after being informed to "get out however [we] came in," which had been jumping the fence. hahah.
He drills Rob for nearly 20 minutes while Jess and I wait anxiously in the car. Luckily, he came back to warn us sternly and send us home. "Hopefully, none of us have been drinking." He wasn't there to "perform a DUI investigation" but we were more than welcome to "wait a few minutes on the sidewalk to sober up." hahah. After all, if he "found any of our bodies on the street later," he'd warned us. hahah.
We left unscathed. Phew.
hahahha.

Tommorrow is a day of packing and unpacking.
Of course, we have to bring some presents from America to my many, many relatives (which need to be removed from various boxed labeled "Philippines") and pack the few clothes we're bringing... After all, we'll come back with TONNNs of stuff.

I'm really excited for Rob to go. He'll meet all his future in-laws and get a taste of a country on the literal opposite side of the world. I'm really rather excited to see his face when he steps out of the airport. I've been telling him that he'll have seen nothing like it, and can't even imagine it. heheh.

Jess is nice enough to watch the dogs while we're away (YES!)! I'm so glad. They know her well and won't have to go to an evil kennel hahha.

Well, I've "been drinking" and need to sleep before a long day of pre-vacation errands. heheh.

Silly me. A sensible person would have checked the expiration date of his passport long before the trip he planned to make out of the country. I didn't check mine until fifteen days before, 31 May.

To my dismay, my passport read "Expires: 1 June." KLJSAFKSJ! was my response. I called the passport information hotline and found out that I could make an appointment to get a new passport in two weeks time. So I did. That appointment was today at 100. So, after a night of not sleeping, I take three different trains to get to this god-damned Hudson Street on the West Side. The trip there was fairly nasty... It's been raining, if not pouring, all day and it's 56 degrees!

When I arrived at the the Passport Agency, I was fifteen minutes early. I thought I'd walk in, wait in a somewhat cozy, quite lounge area for fifteen minutes, and be out of there forty-five minutes tops later. haha. Where did I get such silly ideas?

After having my bags scanned and being metal detected, I headed to the 10th floor to wait for my number to be called. It was chilly and noisy as hell from little kids and strange families starting scenes hahah. And the worst: I look up at the marquee, and there are a hundred some odd numbers before me. asklgjasoifewn! And the line moved so..... d a m n .... s l o w . . .

I wanted to be shot for some sort of relief. haha. I waited and waited and waited, and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, there were only six or so people ahead of me. When I was finally called, I wanted to skip and yell like I'd won the lotto. ... That's exactly why, I'm sure, all of those families were starting a scene.

Ten more minutes, and $160 later, I get to walk out of the building.... without my passport in hand. hahah. I have to RETURN [asijdfal;kjs!] on Monday to pick it up... they claim at 100. I know what that means. Fuckers.

In other news, Rob is at a meeting with his class advisor, I just got home, and when he returns, we'll be heading off for some chinese food. yaay!

As well, I really want to go out tonight... but I haven't got a stitch to wear [most of my clothes are in the laundry...] and I'm EXHAUSTED. Oh well. Going anyway! haha.

and did not accomplish the goal I had for walking it!

I needed to go to the passport office because, wouldn't you know, my passport expires... TODAY! So, I headed over there, alllllll the damn way to the west side hahah to the passport office to try and get it renewed. Downtown and west, however, there streets are not numbered and are not all vertical and horizontal. They crisscross and make all sorts of mess. So, the directions I got ended up being terribly inaccurate. I had to stop at a million little federal security guard booths to get directions, and somehow manage to get to the office in 20 minutes before it closed. Well, I was walking and walking and walking and decided to call the passport office line for the literally 10th time today. I finally got through. I was only 5-10 blocks away, and had been on hold for 20 minutes, when an operator picked up the line... only to inform me that I couldn't enter the building. The federal guard people wouldn't let me in without an appointment... despite the fact that my passport expires today. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

I started the infinite trek back home... but my feet were so worn out they felt as if they'd start bleeding. So i caught a cab. Now I'm back home, in my room filled with unpacked boxes from arriving from Florida yesterday.

My internship started today. I'm too exhausted to write more, so I will later...

I haven't made a post in what seems like forever. And why? Because I've been so ridiculously busy!

But, finally, it's summertime! No more constant busy-bumbling for me... and I must admit, I'm very, very glad about it. No class, no work, and sure I'm starting my internship in June, but that won't be hard work - at least not too hard - and I chose to do it.

I moved into my new summer place. I love it! Absolutely love it! It's a tiny little studio. But hell, no creepies and it will always be clean! All of my stuff barely fits inside, but no bother. I'm happy.

So I'm getting my stipend check today! Woo hoo! Philippines fund! I'm really excited to be going there in June, and I'll be in Tampa tomorrow. Rob and I are thrilled.

Sunday night we went to this party some new acquaintances of ours host biweekly. It was really nice, we'll have to go fairly frequently from now on... And, it's a great place for us to begin putting some plans of ours into action. Again, thrilling. hehe.

Why is it 51 degrees outside? hahha, oh well. Tomorrow, we'll be in Florida. And when we return to New York, it shouldn't get below 60 until fall. YES!

In about three weeks, I should be one of the happiest campers around. I should have a nice stipend check in hand, have moved into my summer place, and be soon on a plane to sunny Florida.
The beach and the sun have never sounded so delicious to me. Sure, it's supposed to be spring, but spring is a hoax here. hahah. The high is going to be 49 today. Spring, alright.

As well, I've been missing a few good friends lately. Alice and... Mr. Natural. hahah hahah haha. I watched Crumb last night with Robert. The name Mr. Natural is fitting and rather funny. As soon as this Friday comes around, I think I'm going to have to buy a jacket and a kit of sorts... :]

I miss a lot of things, come to think of it:
Fort Desoto park
massive record collection
the lack of obligations
driving
Lettuce Lake park
salvia
my formerly gianormous heel collect. (Thank you, Apollo, for chewing up my favorite pair.)
reading for fun
having a backyard
...

I miss sunny Florida. Currently in the Big Apple, it's 12 April and 46 degrees. Who said that this was in anyway acceptable? Surely not I! haha.

Hopefully, Robert and I will be making a trip down to our semi-tropical pseudo-haven sometime soon.... as in before the end of the month. If that is the case, we have friends to visit, mothers to see, dogs to love on, beaches to lounge around, and karaoke bars to frequent.

Right now, Rob and I are getting ready to go out and eat lunch while he sort-of sambas around. It's rather adorable. And I'm rather famished. I'm dying to run around outside... but I can't. The sunshine is deceiving. By the looks of it, I thought it would be at LEAST 60 outside... Alas... foolish me.

The weather up here really is so indecisive. It -literally- SNOWED the other day. While sitting in the courtyard and chatting it up with Jess, the flurry turned into legitimate snow. I almost vomited. Hah.

As soon is I'm in the sunny FL, I'm hitting the beach like nobody's business. I can't wait.

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In other news:

I got my internship. [woo hoo?] I'm going to be the Publicity and Distribution Coordinator at the Commission of Voluntary Service Actions. A hefty title I do believe. And I'm sure the work will be hefty, as well. Still, that will surely look impressive on my resume. To be quite frank, however, I'm most excited about the nice stipend I'll be receiving. Haha.

I won't be working at SCPS during the summer. Phew! Hopefully my job will still be there waiting for me in the fall. :\ And if not, maybe I'll get to work in the German Department! heheh. I'd really like that...

Off for food with me now!

Oh my. It's been a while, quite a while, since I've posted anything on this. Why? Because I've been the busiest bee in all the seven seas.

Today, however, was Rob's and my el number uno anniversary! It was quite a lovely day we had.
It began with snuggles, and then led us to the Metropolitan Museum of art [which is faaar too large to be taken in in just one afternoon]. Then, we headed back downtown for some pinoy cuisine at Elvie's Turo Turo. Of course, it didn't hold a hair to my Mama Sita's home cooking, but you know... I'd been craving some pinoy food and wanted Rob to try some that he hadn't had at my mom's. So, I thought I'd tricked him into getting Pork Dinuguan [pork cooked in pork blood] but alas, he knew my shenanigans all along. The consistency gave away that it was blood hehe. We also had Ginataang Manok and Halo-halo and Kalamansi juice. Ang sarap!

Then, after scarfing down a delicious meal, we went back to mein Zimmer und we took a nap. Museums and food makes us very tired, apparently. After our nap, we headed over to Brooklyn to visit Drew and watch Zardoz!!! One of my favoooorite movies, as of recent. I'm obsessed hahah. I smell more good and intriguing movies in the near future. :]

Now, this Tuesday, Rob and I are heading back to the warmth of Tampa to soak in sun, visit loved ones [inay, jess, APOLLLOOOOOO]. I miss Apollo. I want to bring him back up here with us... Pleassse, Rob :'[[[[[[ Boo hoo, I'll cry ;]

As well, Jess also visited us last week. It was lovely seeing my Jessie dear, as I hadn't since New Years... We had various ridiculous adventures. Some ended with vomit on coats and beer in parks and police kick outs. hahha. And non-existent mechanical bulls. But I guess that's what the Dallas Bull is for...

Tampa: Beach, Dallas Bull, Western-Style Karaoke!

Just earlier, I had the strongest desire/urge for something. What that something was, I had no clue. All I knew was that I seriously wanted something, a specific something, but I didn't know what it was. Then, I told Yuka and she was like, "I can make you ramen!"

And that was exacccctly what the doctor had ordered.

Now, I'm sleepy. But, I have to finish my Taoism/Bunburryism essay and do some crap for my international politics class.

Quick recap:

1. The Shelled Fish moved out. Fuck yes!

2. I haven't slept, but for 3 hours, in the past 3 days.

3. Jessica is going to be here in a little over a week.

4. Jessie and I had a most fascinating conversation about the supreme aviation abilities of time.

P.S. Jessilove, I checked the flight times... and they look good so call me tomorrow and you can pick one ;] yaay yaay.

P.P.S. I keep on thinking about the name of this class Jess has that was brought up during our aviation discussion, "Intro to Infectious Diseases." haahah. That just sounds so intriguing hahha.

It seems with people I have this amazing super power. They spill their hearts out to me. They trust me implicitly. For instance, in the past week, I've had four different people tell me deep secrets of theirs. Three of those four even asked me for advice. Two of those four I've just began talking to in the same very week.
Luckily for the above mentioned individuals, I'm one trust-worthy individual. And my advice is next to always dead on.

I was once told that I should write a self-help book. I'm beginning to really think that I should. haha.
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This week ended on Tuesday for me; the weekend began on Wednesday. It's been rather hectic and scattered, random and funny. But some parts were rather annoying. lol.

I need to use my camera more. Rob got it for me and it's so very nice, after all.
He's such a sweetheart. I can't wait to snuggle up my beautiful kittenbear!!
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There was a protest at my school for the past 4 ish days. Some kids, with various legitimate demands, occupied one of the school's buildings. No one could enter it. They barricaded themselves in the dining hall there for food. To get in, they toppled over security guards and administration members.
After being in there for three days [until 1am Friday morning], they were considered legally trespassing. So, the police came ready to take out the kids. A bunch of supporters of the Take Back NYU were outside rallying and shouting chants, etc. So, the police decided to set up a little fence and beat the kids who got to close with their night sticks. Instead of just telling them to back up, they beat the living shit out of these kids and pepper sprayed the crowds. One of my friends came back running from the scene because while the police were baton-ing children Public Safety were writing up kids watching.
Until the next afternoon at 2 pm some of the protestors remained occupying Kimmel [name of the NYU building]. A bunch were suspended, and the bunch have had their housing cancelled. That's terrible. Now these kids have got to find housing in nyc and be able to afford it, out of the blue. And, even if they can afford it, which I doubt after considering the cost of our tuition, it's not like finding an apartment is done over night. Even more, actually getting the apartment that is found isn't done over night either.
I feel bad for those kids.

On the flip side, I'm really, really, really glad that some people actually have the balls to protest. I've been quite disheartened by my peers. I feel, most of the times, that they have no original voice and, on top of that, no balls. No cajones what so ever.
These people, however, give me hope. They'd been running a two year campaign in which they'd spoken, sent letters, and basically did everything they could "by the book" to have their grievances addressed. They gave it time, did it legitimately and respectably but no one listened. So, they actually DID something about it. I respect that and expect that. I'm glad people actually do that. I'd began to think that nearly all of my peers were spineless pricks.
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Jessica will be here in right around two weeks! YES YES YES!

It surely seems so. In fact, the last time that I go a decently-lengthed rest is impossible for me to recall.

Sigh. There is always so much to do and so little time to do it. ... But, if I could discover a way to escape time, I could defeat this dilemma.

Today, when I was at work I was so very tired that in the middle of me calling people on an outbound campaign [my least favorite assignment] I would fall asleep... Often, I'd fall asleep while the phone was ringing, and only the repeated "Hello!?"s of the person would jerk me awake. Even worse, I'd more often drift off into the Land of Nod while leaving voice mail. I don't know about you, but personally, when I'm dosing off unintentionally, I start babbling. As a result, instead of informing people on their messages about the 2009 Summer Semester and how they could have all their questions answered by calling a certain telephone number, I would ramble on about nonsense. asjflkas.
Once, I even said "nice silly girls". What in the world! I pray these people don't call back and complain about my incomprehensible messages. It isn't like I didn't already screw up by calling the WRONG PEOPLE. haahah. Yes, I was assigned to call a set of people. But, failing to notice this, I called a bunch of other people. sigh...

Do I need a new job? hahah.

In other news, Jessica's visit approaches nearer! I'm thrilled beyond anyone could possibly understand.

The Groundhog is disappointing me. It got colder! Hello, 20-something degree weather. I'd thought I was done with you... I guess not. :[

As well, I received the strangest call today. It was from some Tampa number unbeknownst to me. So, when I saw the missed call, I called it back. I reached the answer machine, on which a voice eerily similar to Robert's said "It's meeeee! Leave me a message and IIII'll call you back!" What in the hell? I responded that I "wasn't quite sure who 'meeee!' is", so I'd much appreciate the individual calling me back.

Hmmm. Wierd.

And Ms. Kimberly Bernhadt hates it.


Gah, I'm gonna set her on fire. hahah

A potentially popular belief is that unlucky couples should generally not give their children names that actually mean things.
Think about it, what if you had a tendency towards bad luck and named your child Prudence. She'd turn out to be a slut. Name her Grace, and she'd be clumsy. ... and so on.

However, some of the above-mentioned unlucky couples may think that there are certain "safe" names for them to give their children that actually mean things. But don't be mistaken; There aren't.
Say you knew your child were going to have a girl after the sonogram. You are unlucky yet decide to give her a name that actually means something because you're a smartass. Still, you're not an idiot, so you decide to give her a very "safe" name that actually means something - You name her Girl.

Then, she's born a hermaphrodite.

You'd feel like such an asshole. hahahhahahah ahhahahha.

In other news, for one of my classes, I wound up writing a paper about an intriguing fusion of Daoism/Bunburyism. I had countless laughs creating this work, however my professor will have countless heartaches reading it. She's a stark cynic. Even worse?, she is educated yet unintelligent and a supremely conventional "thinker". She called my Daoist references granola, hippy talk. Classy and professional of her, of course. So I laughed. I always have a little smirk on my face.

And about that smirk... I recently developed this habit of it. Whenever someone is experiencing negative feelings towards me and I don't care about them, this frustrating [to the individual] smirk springs to my face. I smirked the Shelled Fish to tears the other day. I smirk my way through my above-referenced professor's class when she's being all sharky. This smirk... I can't help it, but I love it. Because, when I'm smirking like that I'm not getting mad or frustrated or any negative feeling in the least. The smirk protects me from annoyance with those I don't care for. I just such situations quite funny and amusing.

Oh. Moon-shattering discovery of mine: I'm a moon in Aquarius, NOT a moon in Pisces. I was shocked when I first realized this, because I act so much like a moon in Pisces. When I first did my chart, I didn't have my exact birth time, so it wasn't entirely spot on. But now I have it, and the more I delved into it, I'm even more so like a moon in Aquarius... perhaps because I am one hahah. Anyways, many things made even more sense to me. ...Basically, I have to anew review my chart because I want to make sure I haven't made any other mistakes in it.

I stopped my stop of smoking. Sorry, Robert. :[ (Insert strange comment about servings that Robert will, hopefully/most likely, pick up on). Your day awaits.

Also, lots of exciting things are happening.

Perhaps not mainly, but one of the most exciting events for me that is taking place soon will occur in none less than a week. I'm ecstatic. So here it is: The Shelled Fish is leaving!!!
Paint the town. I'm so glad. hahah. hahah. hahah. Glad isn't even the word. In fact, I don't think that there is a word to describe how I feel about this lol. Basically, I could shoot it to death, and laugh afterwards a hearty, involved laugh.

Unfortunate news: My work place does this really stupid thing for new employees. It's really frustrating and would be too difficult to me for me to explain right now, so I won't. Again, my brains on autopilot right now. And fortunately for the crew, we haven't crashed yet. How?

Warmth!?! What is that?

I'd almost forgot until, by some miracle, the gods decided to make it warmer here in the freezing NYC. It's been in the 40's and 50's degrees range the past two days and should continue!
I'm thrilled. Walking outside today, I was actually very happy about the weather because I'd been a hermit inside since the cold was so unbearable. I've really realized HOW truly miserable the cold makes me.
So, I can't wait at all for the spring to arrive... & hopefully that will be soon if the NY ground hog didn't lie... because spring = warmth = time for open toed heels and dresses and skirts! I am beyond thrilled. I'm sick and tired of two layers of tights, two pairs of socks, jeans, two undershirts, long sleeves, scarves, boots, earmuffs or hats. It's annoying because nothing is okay about 11 degrees and a negative windchill.

In other news, the Shelled-fish is still a bitch, as is Stacy. I'm sick of them!!!

Also, Yuka has been cooking me lots of yummy food lately. And I'm very much looking forward to our shopping date soon! Yes, shopping for spring clothes! YAYY.

P.S. It's getting better all the time...

I am so much looking forward to Jessica visiting me that you could not possibly fathom it! I'm living off of this exciting giddy feeling that I'm getting from the mere prospect of Jessica coming to see me.

Oh, she is right. Our reunion may very well be tearful!

Last night at 630 am, after much talking and feasting with Yuka and putting makeup on a drunken Ted, I finally decided to go to sleep -- knowing that I had to be up and at 'em by 830 am. This is because, Rob and I had a brunch date with the Castors [they aren't married, they're brother and sister] and their visiting friend. Before arriving there, I had to stop by the bookstore to sell one of my old text books [I got more money than I thought I would!!!], stop by the PO Box, and stop by the bank... all with 30 +/- minutes to walk far down into the Lower East Side.
After the morning errands coupled with cups of cappuccino, Rob and I began our wintery trek to Frankie's 17, the lovely brunch place by day/Italian restaurant by night. Although it was freezing, the walk was nice because I hadn't had to chance to walk on that side of town before... I REALLY like it. It's the perfect city vibe to me. Will you buy me a place in the LES? ...Please?
Yuka sleepily looked up and wrote the directions down for me to there last night... incorrectly. So, we were late, but only by a few minutes. We walked in around 1107 and began lovely chat with Dan, Heather, and their friend [I forgot her name, I'm terrible with names]. But we came up with all sorts of lovely jokes and planned a board game night for sometime soon. I'm excited for it. It was really nice having brunch with them :].
After brunch, we went to some volunteer thing. The lady is naively idealistic, and doesn't understand that not everyone has nothing to do but volunteer. haha. Nonetheless, she's nice.
Then, we ate dinner, had tea, and had a really refreshing conversation.
And now, I'm exhausted!!! EXHAUSTED! sigh...

What a refreshing day!

Preface:
Fall of last year, during one of the times Rob, Jess, and I went to the beach, we found ourselves quite drunk. While in this inebriated state, we decided it was a good idea to take pictures of each others' nipples and to moon the camera.

Story:
As I was sitting in the library, reading the Bible for one of my classes, I had my laptop in front of me. I had it there opened so every now and again I could look something up... or procrastinate if I got really bored.
Well, I finally got to working diligently and began ignoring my laptop. Naturally, my screensaver began to run. My screensaver, by the way, makes a collage of any of the pictures saved in my computer at random. It zooms in on some, so that they become huge on the screen, while, others, are just sort of hang out in the background.
As luck would have it, when my screensaver comes up in this room full of study-ers, my laptop zooms into a fascinating, and, quite detailed, photograph of my nipple.

Thank you, MacBook, for exposing my goodies.

 So, I've kind of noticed that I've been in a bit of shitty mood lately, but the Talking Heads are cheering me up, at the moment.
I'm not quite sure why it is, but the Talking Heads just make me want to FREAK OUT in the best of ways... hahah.

In other news, I'm fighting the war... and hopefully the war/the dyke bitch doesn't win.

Saying that, I realize that sometimes I must sound like such a hateful, intolerant person. But I'm not, rest assured. I don't have a problem with homosexuals in the least. I just don't like women who waste their femininity. I don't like women who think that having a NATURAL TENDENCY to be, generally, physically weaker than men is an overall shortcoming. I'm sick of women who think that girls having a tendency towards dolls as opposed to GI Joes is only because TV has corrupted and brainwashed children. It's stupid. Girls generally like to do things that are less physically aggressive and more emotionally packed. Boys generally like the opposite. Am I saying that boys don't have emotions by nature or always have less emotions than women, and only like pro-wrestling? NO. Did I imply that? NO. It's just a tendency. It's a fact, it's unescapable.
Men and women are different, physically and blatantly -- most of the time. There is nothing wrong with these differences. Differences DO NOT IMPLY INEQUALITY. Just because Sally kicks Julie's ass at chess, and Julie kicks Sally's ass at baking doesn't mean that one of them is superior to the other overall. They just have different skill sets, and that is A-OK.

Suck it, feminists, suck it. And calm the fuck down!


[As a side note for the potentially ignorant.]

Just because women generally have a tendency towards what is considered "feminine" does not mean that I believe they shouldn't engage in stereotypically "masculine" activities. I'm just saying they should not pretend that these tendencies do not exist and they shouldn't attempt to suppress any "feminine" tendencies they may potentially have just because they want to break free from a stereotype.