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We are a nation of flakes, and I am no exception. I need to start really mapping out my weekends in advance and sticking to it as much as possible. Being in the working world means I need to make the most of my weekends. I keep embarking on weekends, thinking I have a lot to do, and winding up sitting on the couch, watching Nip/Tuck, feeling guilty about not being proactive.
One of the ways I plan to correct this is by compiling a list of fun things to do. NYC-specific or not, for a specific season or not, free to expensive, for one person or dozens. I don't want to have to answer the question "what should we do?" with "I dunno." I want to break out my list and have a buttload of options. So any suggestions of things I can add to that list are greatly appreciated, and I will share the list with whoever wants once it gets bigger.
Amanda leaves for England on Saturday. I'm very happy for her that she has this opportunity to move there and be with her boyfriend, but I'm sad that I'm going to be without her for at least 6 months. I guess I've been spoiled, having my best friend at an arm's length through most of college. I'll survive, but still, I'll miss her a lot.
I think I'm gonna bite the bullet and sign up for a UCB improv class. There's really no reason for me not to, and I think it might help me break out of my shell a bit.
My mom's pool is finally up and running. I missed the inaugural pool party this weekend, but I'm planning to head out there next weekend. Pool party and a trip to the beach: the two top priority things I need to do before the weather starts to suck. And I've been working out, so I ought to take advantage of feeling good in a bikini while I still can.
I wanna practice my French with someone. I'm afraid it's one of those things where "if you don't use it, you lose it." Parlez-vous francais?
I didn't realize until this weekend, the craziness happening in Plainview right now, as most of my high school's graduating class moves back in with their parents. I can't say I feel like I'm missing out, but it's interesting to think about all the people who are catching up, running into each other at Bagel Boss, spreading rumors about what might have happened the past 4 years, and laughing at whoever got fatter or uglier.
And I also realize that I don't give myself due credit for being independent. I'm 21 and I've lived in my own apartment for over a year, have a bachelor's degree, and have a full time job in the field I intended. I should be happy...right?
One of the ways I plan to correct this is by compiling a list of fun things to do. NYC-specific or not, for a specific season or not, free to expensive, for one person or dozens. I don't want to have to answer the question "what should we do?" with "I dunno." I want to break out my list and have a buttload of options. So any suggestions of things I can add to that list are greatly appreciated, and I will share the list with whoever wants once it gets bigger.
Amanda leaves for England on Saturday. I'm very happy for her that she has this opportunity to move there and be with her boyfriend, but I'm sad that I'm going to be without her for at least 6 months. I guess I've been spoiled, having my best friend at an arm's length through most of college. I'll survive, but still, I'll miss her a lot.
I think I'm gonna bite the bullet and sign up for a UCB improv class. There's really no reason for me not to, and I think it might help me break out of my shell a bit.
My mom's pool is finally up and running. I missed the inaugural pool party this weekend, but I'm planning to head out there next weekend. Pool party and a trip to the beach: the two top priority things I need to do before the weather starts to suck. And I've been working out, so I ought to take advantage of feeling good in a bikini while I still can.
I wanna practice my French with someone. I'm afraid it's one of those things where "if you don't use it, you lose it." Parlez-vous francais?
I didn't realize until this weekend, the craziness happening in Plainview right now, as most of my high school's graduating class moves back in with their parents. I can't say I feel like I'm missing out, but it's interesting to think about all the people who are catching up, running into each other at Bagel Boss, spreading rumors about what might have happened the past 4 years, and laughing at whoever got fatter or uglier.
And I also realize that I don't give myself due credit for being independent. I'm 21 and I've lived in my own apartment for over a year, have a bachelor's degree, and have a full time job in the field I intended. I should be happy...right?