taking a break from unpacking to waste time
It's five o'clock! I hear Harkness! Ohh it is good to be back here.
Tara stayed with me for the weekend, and apart from the stress that comes with introducing an extra person into my routine (and it always surprises me how much of a routine I actually have), it was really great. We went into the city yesterday and saw Elizabeth, and the three of us had what we decided was the perfect date - we walked up to Central Park, then took the subway down to Little Italy and ate pasta, and then we went into a little cafe and had drinks and dessert, then Washington Square Park, then walked through Soho, and then looked out at the Hudson for a while. Then we walked through the Village, and went up to Times Square because Tara had never seen it, and by the time we finally got on the train to go back it was nearly midnight. It was lovely for so many reasons - first of all, I barely know my way around the city below 14th Street, so it was great to be shown around all those crazy neighborhoods. Also, I guess I forgot how all my friends at home are guys... little did I realize how much I needed some good old-fashioned feminine conversation. We talked about religion and sex and people at school and sex and boys and sex. It was marvelous. And also I feel like I'm not always such a good friend to my roommates when I'm at school - I'm all caught up in my own stuff, as I suppose we all are to some extent - so it was great just to have a whole day devoted to being together and having fun without having work or anything else to worry about. Basically, a big success.
And now a little self-reflection for you devoted readers:
I feel like I've become a more mature person. I'm far more honest with myself and with other people these days than I've ever been in my life. It's scary sometimes but I love it.
Although it occurs to me that most of what I write in my livejournal is me being excited about things. Maybe that's because I like to present an image of myself as happy and excited all the time. But maybe I am happy and excited most of the time. I certainly used to be. Maybe the teen angst years are over! Hooray!
Dinner in TD with Kira and Tara and whoever else is around (Niko and Alison?), game night tonight (a.k.a. I get to see my boyfriend and lots of band friends), and no school tomorrow (school's out for-evah!). What more could I possibly want?
Tara stayed with me for the weekend, and apart from the stress that comes with introducing an extra person into my routine (and it always surprises me how much of a routine I actually have), it was really great. We went into the city yesterday and saw Elizabeth, and the three of us had what we decided was the perfect date - we walked up to Central Park, then took the subway down to Little Italy and ate pasta, and then we went into a little cafe and had drinks and dessert, then Washington Square Park, then walked through Soho, and then looked out at the Hudson for a while. Then we walked through the Village, and went up to Times Square because Tara had never seen it, and by the time we finally got on the train to go back it was nearly midnight. It was lovely for so many reasons - first of all, I barely know my way around the city below 14th Street, so it was great to be shown around all those crazy neighborhoods. Also, I guess I forgot how all my friends at home are guys... little did I realize how much I needed some good old-fashioned feminine conversation. We talked about religion and sex and people at school and sex and boys and sex. It was marvelous. And also I feel like I'm not always such a good friend to my roommates when I'm at school - I'm all caught up in my own stuff, as I suppose we all are to some extent - so it was great just to have a whole day devoted to being together and having fun without having work or anything else to worry about. Basically, a big success.
And now a little self-reflection for you devoted readers:
I feel like I've become a more mature person. I'm far more honest with myself and with other people these days than I've ever been in my life. It's scary sometimes but I love it.
Although it occurs to me that most of what I write in my livejournal is me being excited about things. Maybe that's because I like to present an image of myself as happy and excited all the time. But maybe I am happy and excited most of the time. I certainly used to be. Maybe the teen angst years are over! Hooray!
Dinner in TD with Kira and Tara and whoever else is around (Niko and Alison?), game night tonight (a.k.a. I get to see my boyfriend and lots of band friends), and no school tomorrow (school's out for-evah!). What more could I possibly want?