today = most productive day of my life.
ohhhh livejournal. long time no see.
this past weekend was intense. i went to a party at the met which was amazing and i also went row boating in central park. two totally different things but so new york that i now feel much better about pretty much everytihng.
story time: so after the met on thursday, i went to some party with my friends and stuff and somehow ended up in a dorm at columbia, which coincidentally was the same floor merrie lives in. anyways, in my ridiculous drunken stupor i gave the scarf i had been wearing that night to this guy that i had been talking to. now after talking to ivan and making myself look like a royal moron, i went back to my room at lik 4 am and friended him on facebook (of course. what else do i do.). so the next day and a half i'm thinking about him/my stupidity/ if he knows that i'm kind of into him possibly, i don't really know. then i go to central park. and of all the places in new york to be, at all the entrances to central park to enter through, and of all the times to do it, I SEE IVAN. better yet... WEARING MY SCARF. what does this mean? was he too high the other night to remember what happened and who gave him the scarf? i try to avoid him but of course by chance we take the same pathway and i'm forced to say hi. it's awkward and i can't get over the randomness of it all. that night i come back to my room at like 3 AM and later check my facebook. and what do i discover?!!!?!?!? a message from none other than... IVAN. saying "my bad, sorry i was super retarded today at the park." AHHHHH. what what what. what does this all mean? w'rgroign'orgbn'wob'nhbnhlyk these are the puzzling thoguhts that keep me up at night.
that along with thoughts of thanksgiving reunions, watching tv for the first time in 3 months, my greek art history paper, and counting sheep.
thank you and i shall now be up for another 4 hours.
this past weekend was intense. i went to a party at the met which was amazing and i also went row boating in central park. two totally different things but so new york that i now feel much better about pretty much everytihng.
story time: so after the met on thursday, i went to some party with my friends and stuff and somehow ended up in a dorm at columbia, which coincidentally was the same floor merrie lives in. anyways, in my ridiculous drunken stupor i gave the scarf i had been wearing that night to this guy that i had been talking to. now after talking to ivan and making myself look like a royal moron, i went back to my room at lik 4 am and friended him on facebook (of course. what else do i do.). so the next day and a half i'm thinking about him/my stupidity/ if he knows that i'm kind of into him possibly, i don't really know. then i go to central park. and of all the places in new york to be, at all the entrances to central park to enter through, and of all the times to do it, I SEE IVAN. better yet... WEARING MY SCARF. what does this mean? was he too high the other night to remember what happened and who gave him the scarf? i try to avoid him but of course by chance we take the same pathway and i'm forced to say hi. it's awkward and i can't get over the randomness of it all. that night i come back to my room at like 3 AM and later check my facebook. and what do i discover?!!!?!?!? a message from none other than... IVAN. saying "my bad, sorry i was super retarded today at the park." AHHHHH. what what what. what does this all mean? w'rgroign'orgbn'wob'nhbnhlyk these are the puzzling thoguhts that keep me up at night.
that along with thoughts of thanksgiving reunions, watching tv for the first time in 3 months, my greek art history paper, and counting sheep.
thank you and i shall now be up for another 4 hours.