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So a few days ago, Thursday I think, I got hit on by an ice cream man. He was in his truck, music going, and following me as I walked down the street, asking for my number. He told me my pants were "provocative," asked me if provocative was actually a word, and when I answered in the affirmative, told me that we could "be provocative together." I love New York City. I'll never look at ice cream men the same way again, but I love New York City.
It's getting so nice out now, and it just reminds me how much I love being here, at NYU, living on Washington Square West. I feel so lucky. Next year at 2nd street should be fine, but I'm definitely going to miss Hayden. I was going to write something else in here... well I hung out with some softball girls last night and had some vodka pizza (no not pizza and vodka, pizza made with vodka sauce), and that was good times. Tarah may have spiked my drink, but it's all good... I just let it chill on the table. Maybeeeeee next time... um yeah. Softball was actually pretty good today... obviously not offensively for me, but defensively. Got a few picks. Felt good. However, I think I got too much sun, and now I have a bit of a headache... which of course, is not good when I still have 70 pages left to read of the tale of Lancelot. Damn.
That's what I was going to write about in here-- my day Friday. I slept in (awesome), spent almost 2 hours in the WSP fountain reading Lancelot with a frappuccino (sp?), heard an amazing quote from a surprisingly young man: "Goals are just dreams with a deadline." Good, no? I thought it was so cool how he just slipped that gem into his conversation with his friends, and that's all it was. It wasn't a big statement at all-- if anything, it was an off-hand comment. Anyway, after that nice little break from life, I went to bellydancing, made a fool of myself like I always do, and then spent another hour and a half running/working out. I love Coles gym so much right now. I go, like, every day... and it makes me feel really good about myself.
So yeah, that's it for now. I have to go ice my knee. :/
It's getting so nice out now, and it just reminds me how much I love being here, at NYU, living on Washington Square West. I feel so lucky. Next year at 2nd street should be fine, but I'm definitely going to miss Hayden. I was going to write something else in here... well I hung out with some softball girls last night and had some vodka pizza (no not pizza and vodka, pizza made with vodka sauce), and that was good times. Tarah may have spiked my drink, but it's all good... I just let it chill on the table. Maybeeeeee next time... um yeah. Softball was actually pretty good today... obviously not offensively for me, but defensively. Got a few picks. Felt good. However, I think I got too much sun, and now I have a bit of a headache... which of course, is not good when I still have 70 pages left to read of the tale of Lancelot. Damn.
That's what I was going to write about in here-- my day Friday. I slept in (awesome), spent almost 2 hours in the WSP fountain reading Lancelot with a frappuccino (sp?), heard an amazing quote from a surprisingly young man: "Goals are just dreams with a deadline." Good, no? I thought it was so cool how he just slipped that gem into his conversation with his friends, and that's all it was. It wasn't a big statement at all-- if anything, it was an off-hand comment. Anyway, after that nice little break from life, I went to bellydancing, made a fool of myself like I always do, and then spent another hour and a half running/working out. I love Coles gym so much right now. I go, like, every day... and it makes me feel really good about myself.
So yeah, that's it for now. I have to go ice my knee. :/