i had dinner with mitul the other day--remember him? first boyfriend, 10th grade, first kiss, first and last indian guy i will ever date ( Read more... )

random nyc things:

-men here are v. vocal, and it's sweet but possibly insignificant. you/i can walk down the street and men will just click their tongues and say "mmm, beautiful," "daaamn," or something to that effect.

-dumpster digging is completely acceptable in my current state. catherine, my roomie, does it too. in fact, her v. chic ( Read more... )

i went to jersey to go grocery shopping, because things are so damn expensive in manhattan. is saving $15 or so worth it if you have to lug it back? i think so. i have absolutely no money left and my mother keeps calling me to berate me for the money i spent in europe.

kelly k picked me up and we worked out and went grocery/target shopping. i, of ( Read more... )

i moved in a few days ago. 14th floor, luxury building. doormen. very warm, cozy. my roommate doesn't like it when i come in late, which is after midnight/11...so that's tough.

a lot's been happening. i can't even...i hooked up with erik. he was so sweet, so deliciously swedish. it started out after that awful night seeing damien, i climbed into ( Read more... )

last night i saw damien for the first time in 5 months. we only broke up a month ago, but there was that gap while i was in europe...
he says he gained weight and got a little colder.
we went to his aunt lupita's. he drove to drop off his truck and i went along for the ride. at first, when we were deciding when i was going to come over, he yelled ( Read more... )

ok, i'm not actually spooning guys, i'm spooning with a pint of ben and jerry's new york superfudge that someone left in our hostel room with a sign that says "please eat me." i'm at the swiss 1291 hostel (which, i HIGHLY recommend). i'm in my pjs on this lap top that this guy who's in the city for the weekend from west point let me borrow so that ( Read more... )

why am i so blessed to have such amazing friends ( Read more... )

i finally broke down and called damien. i'd been watching brokeback mountain and called him, bawling, because the movie was so sad. it also made me think of him ( Read more... )

while frantically finishing my columbia application (it's done now) i was rifling through my israel papers trying to find some information for my thesis quasi-proposal. i came across a copy of haaretz an israeli paper, that one of the journalists i'd met had written a page oner for. i continued to work on the paper, using the newspaper for a bit, ( Read more... )

in the middle of columbia apps. have TWO hours left to write two more essays. i'm fucked. and yet, i can't stop bursting into tears over the fact that damien took off photos of me from his myspace slideshow, but left photos of juliecan't stop crying. can't get out of my pjs. can't wash my hair ( Read more... )