Right...

I keep forgetting to write in the blog. I either don't feel up to the challenge, or I just forget altogether. That is not to say that I am terribly busy; I'm just not really enthused about blogging lately. But alas, the things I do for the sake of immortalization via documentation.

Isn't it crazy that, at least in NYC, one almost always walks by little lounge cafes when they are not looking or particularly needing/have time for them. And yet, when all you want to do is curl up on a couch (or just comfortable seating), sip tea, talk to friends, and read, they are few and far between! No "Friends" Central Perk to your rescue, as Rob and I concluded on a coffee shop hunt last Monday. We walked around all over the East Village, and could only find restaurants and bars! It was so frustrating...but we finally sought refuge in a little cafe before it closed down and had a hurried night of hot beverages and catch-up.
Afterwards I skipped over to Lauren's where we watched the last half of a more recent Harry Potter (I deduced by the thickness of Harry's neck). Sometimes I feel like Lauren, Jenni (her roommate), and I are in "Charmed"; three relatively attractive girls out to save the world from itself.

Tuesday I went to FIAF after work and talked some French. It's funny, the majority of people there are these younger, attractive people that I would probably befriend in bars or clubs near my apartment, and what do I do? I make a bee line towards the older men sitting down. I made friends with an old black man, Winston?, who was hard of hearing but could uphold a slow conversation in French (for the most part). Then a friend of his came over to join us, and the conversation took a screeching halt. His French was still in it's brand-new phase, and so it was hard for me to listen to his sentences that he pieced together while translating everything word-for-word. And the accent.....I'm not saying I'm bilingual, but I do speak with a bit more ease than most of the people I meet at FIAF events. Usually I'll just go off into a rant in French about something societal or whatnot. Does that make me a snob?
I finished my book, The Russian Debutante's Handbook. It was rather amusing. I thought of it as a rather accurate portrayal of the Russian-American way of life.

Thursday I got a call from Lauren to see a free movie screening for "Looking for Sunday". It was pretty terrible. I enjoyed the fact that Lauren said out loud during the credits, "Wow, Kim, I'm so sorry..." You could tell that the makers of the film were trying so hard to attract masses with sex and clichés that they forgot a comprehensible plot or any character development. Lauren, being the movie aficionado, had to walk me through the actual point of the story.
Afterwards, Craig, his girlfriend, and Jesse swung by for a bit to chit chat. It was fine. How we've grown...

Friday I ended up going to a last minute rock show? A rather heavy metal rock show, no less. Lauren and I, not being much of drinkers, pre-gamed with fruit and chocolate at Whole Foods, and then went to this show for meeting Jenni's new rock band (a bunch of boys from NJ...whom I found to be a rather peculiar, though funny, bunch). The music was loud, and some of it I actually enjoyed.
Afterwards the buzzed band (and Jenni) brought Lauren and I to Phebe's. Not drinking still, I started dancing my tail off in an open space near the bar. Her band members took that idea and ran with it. Oh man, white boys can't dance. Lauren and Jenni enjoyed it, too. Though, I think I only attract Middle Eastern men or something...odd...

Saturday I went to see an animated French film I was dying to see, Persepolis. Really well done! I highly recommend it. There is a lot jam packed into that animated movie, and I can't think of anything that was inappropriate at all in the film. So good...
I then ended up walking halfway across Manhattan to meet some kids at some bar, only to be redirected by Nate to a Peculiar Pub by campus. The night was alright, though there was a lot of PDA in the group (which I always dislike strongly), and no real attractive strangers in the bar. I wanted to leave early, but somehow got roped into staying longer with a girl to wait for her boyfriend, who took 1.5 hours too late. It put me in a grumpy mood, especially because I feel like an outsider with that group of people for the most part. Anyways....

Sunday I went to see Joe Iconis' Rock'n'Roll Band Jamboree! It was at a pretty fancy restaurant's underground theater. The food I got was simple and unadulterated (thank god they were willing to give me just some greens and berries!), which contented me. And the music was actually really good. I had a lot of fun; the group of performers were clearly enjoying themselves up on stage, and I knew a few of them, which made it even more enjoyable!

Yesterday was ugly out. I went to lunch with Rob at a really good sushi place midtown ("Would I ever lead you astray, Kim?"). I enjoy my time with Rob. He's a good guy, underneath the stony grumble.
I then ran to a dermatologist appointment. Meh.
Marion was running back to the city for all of an hour, in between Paris and Boston. I helped her with a bag upstairs and then abandoned her for the doctor's appointment.
Otherwise, yesterday was rather boring. I did read my book, and I am so excited about finishing it now because it became ultra interesting. Steppenwolf, you know it?

Ketchup, #2

So, back to the lengthy excuses.

On Boxing Day I didn't do much, but Mucks and Eric came over for the evenings to hang out. Mucks ended up leaving early, so Eric came over in his sweats and lounged about with me.

Another thing I must note: my extreme cold altered my fashion sense dramatically into looking like a butch lesbian. Don't get me wrong, I love my lesbian friends, but I looked like a lumberjack! Big boots, baggy jeans, and a bulky wool sweater with every LLBean, Eddie Bauer color-paletted woven into it in a horizontal clash of colors. Eric admitted to my lesbian look, to boot.

Scott and I watched "The Namesake." Good movie, sad plot, surprisingly GREAT soundtrack! I bought it.

That Friday, after I majorly shopped with Mom (which I quickly lost stamina for; I don't like to shop much), Scott and I ventured to the Nines to see Jessica, finally. The frustrating part is that Jessica relied on my making all of the night's plans. Even though she was the one busy with things to do and called us at 9pm to hang out after she hung out with her other friends, I was the one to make plans. So, Scott and I opted for a drink at the Nines. Oddly, we ran into Jeff, Penny, Taylor, and Andy there, too! So our group twiced in size instantly!
It's funny because during high school we would go there and joke about the alumni who were in the bar. Still in NA, we'd say, how sad they haven't made a life for themselves yet. And here we were, in the bar, just in passing. I understand it a little more, now.
Anyways, Jess brought her new boy, who Scott and I thoroughly, strongly disapprove of. She barely talked with us because of doting on that dolt of a guy.
But we still had fun! The others and us enjoyed a joyful, rather entertaining conversation over drinks. We're getting old, folks.

The next day was, again, slow. My darling Vivek and Kunal came over (yay! brothers!) to watch the second half of the football game. We ended up getting into a hefty conversation about world politics and the like. And Vivek's job. They're such genuinely lovely kids, it's great to see that they haven't changed from high school.

The next day dad's roommate, Bill, came over. He's such a darling guy, I'm so glad my dad's living with him. And I like talking to him about nearly everything.
And then Penny and Ally (whom I haven't seen in years) came over and we instantly indulged into the details of Penny's wedding in July. We did that for a while and then just became a bunch of giggling girls and joked around for a while.
We went to Penny's for dinner with her frightening mother. The meal was good, but the cake (which, apparently might be the same as Penny's wedding cake) was PHENOMENAL! Chocolate cake soaked in a raspberry liquid, with chocolate fudgey ganache in the middle. Oh man, so good...
During dinner, my phone rang off the hook with people asking what was going on for the night. Just like high school... So, I told them all to go to my house and I would figure it out from there. Mind you, I didn't know if anyone was home at my place (just assumed really), and I had no keys, so when my family didn't pick up the phone I got worried....but they were there, so it was alright.
So we all gathered around in my family room like old days and bantered. And it was an interesting dynamic; different for sure, but I could see what was happening and who everyone is now so clearly that I mostly just observed the events. Jesse almost started making fun of a book that I was reading about spiritual stuff, and I put on my guard and armor as soon as he even touched the book. Better keep a close eye on that one...

So, the last day I was home was New Years Eve.
I had tea with Jen, old singing teacher, for an hour before her lessons. It is so great to see her! And we talk like girlfriends now, which I truly love. Too bad it was only an hour, there was so much to talk about after a year!
Mom and I went shopping for much of the day (or was it an hour? I can't tell the difference...), but I stopped and said "bye" to Penny, and Scott came over for a while to say "bye" to me. I love them so much, it's always bittersweet to know I won't see them for a while.
The thing that pissed me off about NYE was that my dad decided to leave at 5am the next morning to drive back into the city. Though most parties end about then for the holiday... And I had no car to be able to drive home early from any parties. So I ended up spending my New Years at home with the family, who fell asleep on the couch well before the ball drop, and made a bit-size picnic with some Dom Perignon before going to bed almost as soon as the ball hit the bottom.

So, came back into the city to be greeted by the Frenchies, of course. Broke out into the Franglish immediately (hard to do after a week of barely thinking).
I showed Steven around the city after Marion left for Paris. The best thing to do with French people, I discovered, was bring them to Katz Deli (see "When Harry Met Sally"). His face of horror and confusion was priceless! A typical NYC deli with its rundown charm and busy frantic lines of hungry New Yorkers really put Steven in a state of confusion. "Why are the waiters so ugly?" You mean grillers? "Why is there cereal on the floor?" You mean wood shavings? I made him try a knish and matzo ball soup, as well as the cheesecake. All around a good job on my part.
Thomas was over the next day. I love Thomas, he always is so polite and charming. Oh man, what a treat to have him around! He makes me blush. We bonded and I made him go get some pierogi's and carrot cake. Now, try to think about how you'd explain carrot cake to a French person, someone who has NEVER heard of such things. It took me 30 minutes to try to explain it, and 30 minutes after eating it how it worked. Another great past-time with foreigners.

The job is good. I started on Wednesday and had my first project due on Friday. Things are looking bright for me now. Though the job exhausts me....I would come home and just hit rock bottom.
I haven't been feeling like socializing or going outside much. I'm not depressed, guys, no no no. I just 1) fear the cold; 2) am really tired; 3) have a lot of little things I need to do for myself; 4) want to relax and read. I'll be seeing people in due time. I'm not worried about it. And I'm on a goal: to lose the weight, once and for all.

Ketchup, #1

I know I know...procrastination on the blog. I just haven't really felt like writing in it recently. Put the blame on Mame.

Right before I left for Boston, the Frenchies came and took over the flat for the week. It is always a treat to have the Frenchies here with me. And what a treat it was to see Steven, whom I haven't seen since the last day of classes in Paris!, who is doing so well and is really improving on his English! We were bouncing between languages so much the entire evening we were together that we got many-a-weird looks on the streets ("Is that English or something else?! I don't get it!").

Try to get all of the Xmas gifts I wrapped (including a bottle of wine and a painting canvas) from my place to Roosevelt Island was one of the worst treks I have ever had in NYC. I had 4 bags to haul onto the subways. I even left early, thinking that I would be beating the Friday rush. Well, it seems that the rest of Manhattan had the same idea as me. The trains were stuffed and people were scolding me about having taken a seat up with my many bags (it gave us all more standing room, though) while pinning me up onto my delicate canvas.
The bus ride while on the island was no small task, either; the kids on the bus had no sense of balance or common sense and were falling all over the place (near my stuff!). When I finally got off of the bus at Dad's apartment, my bag o' gifts broke and I scrambled enough arm room to hold it while briskly walking to the complex. I get into Dad's room to be redirected almost immediately to the car outside.
By the time we get to the car, I discover the bottle of relatively pricey NY wine I bought from the Farmer's Market had broken in the fall and was now drenching all of my wrapped gifts. I was the grumpiest Kim ever the whole ride back; my gifts were all partially ruined (sans canvas) and I wreaked of fine wine the whole ride up...a testament to the wine I would never get to enjoy on Christmas Day. At least the drive home wasn't terrible...only an hour longer than usual.

At least when I got home I was greeted by clinical Jeff and quiet Dom, a fabulous mix and ex-couple. We talked about what we had been up to, mostly.
The next day I ended up going out with Dom and her sister (Lauren) and Sam for the evening! It was Sam's 21st a few days before or so, so I treated him to a drink and dinner at Not Your Average Joe's. We had a lot of fun; Sam and I making fun of each other, Dom and Lauren goofing off on the side. And of course, the food was good. We then went to see "The Golden Compass". As an avid fan of the Dark Materials Trilogy, I was rather disappointed in the film. The ending wasn't even accurate! And I felt like if I hadn't read the book already, I would have been clueless as to the storyline. Then again, how could they actually put that dense book into a movie, anyways?
After the movie, Eric came over to my place and we chit chatted for a while. Love that boy.

Sunday Jeff came over for dinner. It's amazing to see how similar he is to my dad. Both are quite gregarious and boisterous when in a group of people. Howling at themselves or jokes, loads of stories or jokes to share.
And Scott came over. It is wonderful, I don't see him for months on end, and the moment he opens the door, it's almost like my spirit sighs with relief. He really is my soul-mate, even if he does like boys as much as I do (is that even possible?). We all talked about some, then Jeff left and Scott and I got into a very emotional conversation (one that included him eating our leftovers, of course). I love how I feel around Scott.
In between visits, I gutted my room. Most of the clothing I had, and little trinkets around the room, have been given to Salvation Army or are slowly being auctioned off on Ebay. I am starting to feel a bit better about my room, since it's full less of just...stuff.

Xmas Eve was Mom's birthday, as always. She wanted to go out to a movie, so we did: "PS I Love You". Actually not a bad chick flick! I got a bit weepy during parts of that movie. I especially loved the amount of Irish accents involved in the film.
Aimee and I made dinner and dessert for Mom. I know, I know, shocker; Aimee cooking. But she actually did a really great job! I'm proud of her, my little girl is growing up! Mom seemed to like the meal, and the presents we got her.
After her birthday we went to Midnight Mass at church. It is interesting, it seems as if the church has split once again into the "New Generation Churchies" and the "Old Generation Churchies", and the Xmas Midnight Masses seems to be made solely for the Old Ones. It was smaller than usual, but I knew almost everyone in the pews. It was really fun to see people I hadn't seen in years (or was it just a year ago?). My friends and I joked about how we felt we would burst into flames due to our attendance in Church, and the music was sung in warbles and slightly out of tune, like always. The only thing that made it hard to tolerated was our interim minister: she bounced around to be "lively" and gave a sermon that made absolutely no sense, eyes closed and all.

Christmas was mostly somber. Woke up and opened presents with the family. I didn't ask for much, so luckily I wasn't given too much to pack up and bring back to NYC or put away in my room. But I did get a fun Belly Dancing kit (which will be put to use). And some money and gift cards. It seems like everyone liked my gifts, so I was pleased.
The ugliest gifts were also bestowed upon me by the ever-"loving" Dad's Parents. They made it visually clear that I am the least favorite of the grandchildren, and I can only laugh about it. I mean, really, it's hysterical!
Dinner was good: prime rib, anyone? Not your normal dinner, but it was a pleasantly different meal.
Scott and I were then joined by Aimee and Andrea to see "Sweeney Todd: The Movie" (yeah yeah, not very Christmasy). I don't think Tim Burton could have done a better job on a Sondheim musical! Very symbolically done, and the singers were all impressive! I love Johny Depp's voice! Oh yeah, we met up with some of the other Andover guys (Dany and Josh), who laughed with me about the amount of food Scott scarfed down from concessions. We also ran into a lot of people before the movie, which I found odd.

I think now would be a good time to emphasize the freezer that was my house. My dad doesn't turn on the heat ever (is it his comfort, or the money? who can be sure). Which means, to me, it was about as cold inside as it was outside. I didn't leave my boots and 4 sweaters while in that house, and I became almost immobile from the cold, for fear that moving would only increase my chances of dying from hypothermia (which I nearly approached). He told me I was overreacting, as my mood slumped quickly into a grouchy, ice-cold Kim. I don't do well in the cold; in fact, I am in my worst sorts the colder it gets. I also grew a sinus infection (surprise surprise), and my body ached and screamed for warmth. It took me about 3 days back in my warm NYC apartment to thaw from the deep freeze.

I think it's time for a break in text.

Some More Joys From Profs

Ethics = A
Marketing Research = B (oh come on, ref! that was a total pass!)
Entertainment Marketing = A-

Just 2 more classes, and I'll know how much more I have to rev my last 10 credits for school. I just don't want to see any B-'s on the last two classes. That would suck.

Grades Begin...

Media Planning - A-
Global Entertainment Industries - B+

I really have no idea where those grades came from... I thought I did a lot better. Oh well... 5 more to go

Done For a Month

WOW, I really have sucked about keeping this updated....
Let me try to recap the last month! It was busy, apparently...

I had 7 classes-worth of reports, presentations, and finals to make and finish. Luckily, it turned out that my teachers were taking it easy on us for most of it, and I had about 4 or 5 take-homes. I wasn't nearly as stressed out about finals as I usually am.

Hmm, I had an interview for an internship with the MS Society. Didn't get it. Pity.
I ate a lot of free food at Stern. Which is really normal, only more excessively. I was feeling weird the past month, I think.

I went Christmas shopping with my friend Matt (from the film shoot) in BROOKLYN?!?! He picked me up in his car and we drove over to Carroll Gardens and shopped. It was actually a really nice area of BK, and I wouldn't mind looking over there. But the shops were still expensive! We finally ended up buying a bottle of wine and talking for a few hours over dinner at this great Middle Eastern restaurant over there.

And then there was the week of Hell...I had a Market Research final on Monday, another class's take home final due the next day, and then there was Wednesday. I woke up and did my normal routine, and then I went downtown to take the Foreign Service Officer Test.
A 3-hour exam, where I was by far the youngest person taking this exam to be a US diplomat. 4-parts: writing an essay, biographical info (like how well you can deal with stress WITH examples), english grammar, and knowledge testing. The knowledge testing was the scariest part of the test; it asked everything from global geography to the king of Bebop to this and that treaty. I could feel my brain working on hyper-drive. I finished with some time to spare (not necessarily a good thing), and I was like gelatin the rest of the day.
I could barely function by the end of my meetings and practices. Because it would had been a catastrophe to take it easy afterwards. Nay, I worked on a group project (5 people, ran by me and my friend Claire because 2 were not capable of doing the work and one being missing), and then had dinner with a friend who couldn't have been more negative and contrary at a time I needed support.
And then I had a Chambers practice to run, where we realized 2 days before the concert that the tenors didn't know what they were doing. So I had to learn 5 songs to sing and LEAD the tenor section for the concert. I basically said, "If you can't sing it, don't. I will." It sucked, overall.
Thursday I had to go to the Health Center to get my final HPV shot, which I went in, waited an hour, and was finally told to come back 3 hours later to get it. And it hurt. Thanks, NYU.
The next day was chaos! Well, I had a lovely lunch with Rob where we bickered and he made me laugh for a good 2 hours.
But then, it was prepping for Chambers' concert. So, I'm running around trying to get the place organized. Thank goodness my entire family had come in to see the concert, so I put them to work helping us while we practiced. But of course, that'd be too easy, so 2 other music groups came over to argue with us about who really could use the space. Apparently the chapel overbooked the spaces, and we were now dealing with it. I put on my best business face and told them both that, though it sucks and they were behaving so considerately (lies), we were not moving from our space until our allotted time, but thank you for asking. So we had our concert, where we did alright (not amazing, but we survived), and had a good after-party.
The lovely part was that my parents put on the after party in Dad's place on the Island. They prepped it all, too! I just had to go and enjoy my group's company! That was fun, I enjoyed myself a lot more.
The next morning (Sat), I got really sick. I was all hyped up and ready to get sick all over Lincoln Center, where my family was for the family opera, "Amahl and the Night Visitors". It was cute, and I lived. But I napped the rest of the day.
I went out with Eugene from SciPo and his sister to get hot cocoa and hang out in Midtown, until my sister came over to join me for dinner. It was a very interesting night. My chorus buddy Nick joined us, too, so I bonded really well with him during that whole ordeal.
OH! And Kendra from SciPo called me!!! I was still sad and feeling ill, and she called me late at night and she totally brightened my life up! In fact, I was bubbly for about a day afterwards because I miss her so much and loved talking to her on the phone!

The next week was swept by presentations, final reviews, and free food.
I interviewed for a marketing internship with a legal pro-bono firm, and I start in about 2 weeks! I'm so excited about this job, though it's really daunting....and far away from me.
I had lunch on a FRIGID day with a Liz, where I prepped her for her studying abroad in Paris. Gosh, do I miss it.
That night was so cold that I ended up walking all of 2 blocks to Lauren's, where we ended up spooning a pint each of Ben&Jerry's and crying about lots of heavy things.
The next day I had lunch with Anita and talked her ear off about loads of stuff, and tried to prep her for a semester in London. I sure can pick them....
And then there was my little SoSauce party. First of all, I was in this part of Brooklyn that I swear I've dreamed of before! Second, I only knew Sean, SoSauce man guy thing, and so my conversations were limited. Until I met his sister, who's fabulous! I stole about 7 shirts from him and a glass of wine, while his sister and I ate another party's food.
Saturday I had a 30 minute walk with Neil and a 3 hour talk at Think with Brandon about a lot of things, where we ran into Darrell and Tara and we all babbled aimlessly for a few minutes before parting ways, again.
Nate made me go out in the cold to hang out with him by campus for all of an hour, and then I skidded back home to work on my law final and project. The next day I didn't leave Deej's futon for the whole day working on those blasted papers....

Now, we're at this week. Monday was the Chambers meeting at my place where I ended up making brownies and dinner for about 14 kids. I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm baby sitting that group of kids...
The yesterday was my last final, which I'm pretty sure I didn't do well on AT ALL! So much for studying, right? It's ok, afterwards Danie Cassie and I went out and had a hay day. We got spicy hot cocoa at Moxa, then went to Barnes & Nobles, then to Astor Wine to get some wine for dinner, traveled up to Empanada Mamas (which is heaven), and indulged in some simply amazing food! We brought home the meal part (we had tapas there) to my place and we talked with our food and wine for hours in my kitchen. We made a bet: whoever gets married first has to pay for the other twos' tickets to the wedding. I'm sooo gonna win this one.
Today Deej left for Cali, leaving me sad and alone. But no fears, I had a mission: to thaw the frozen fridge. And all day I was hair drying, hacking away at, and simply ATTACKING the fridge. I won. The door closes now, and it's like new, with no food casualties (I set them outside in the cold). I am awesome.
I went to get essential things for the apt, and a new calendar (it's stick figures), and I managed to have a joyous AUTHENTIC belgian waffle from a miraculous waffle truck!
I also wrapped and made the rest of my Xmas gifts, and even found time to talk to Lauren on the phone for about an hour and get dinner with (and counsel) Bhinish at Quantum Leap (which is a super little vegetarian place!).

There are gypsies in front of my apartment....

I'm So Excited...

Some Fast Ones

1) Winter has dropped onto us like a ton of bricks. It's been so cold today that people have lost their potential of friendliness.

2) I want a rabbit. A lot. Lionhead, Holland lop, American fuzzy lop, or an Angora? I'm still pondering it...

3) I've been having long, long days. I've been studying a lot. I've been not home for 12-16 hours a day, on average. I'm getting tired.

4) Finals are here. I'm about halfway through it all.

I Had A Dream Last Night

It was a really strange dream, too...
There was a lot of different things that happened that had no relation with each other.
I do know that I was trying to light something, like a candle or something, and ended up lighting myself on fire. I dove for the ground, and it wasn't a problem after that.
My cousin-in-law apparently befriended an alligator in London, in my dream. But somehow he ended up getting knocked unconscious, in a sewer. The alligator tied itself to him and pulled him out of the sewer, only ended up in Paris. So my whole family and I were all worried sick about this cousin and where he was, and we kept calling his cellphone, but he didn't pick it up. So I drove to Paris with my mom, and we kept finding then losing him and the alligator. We ended up at Hotel de Ville (which was a pink depot...very pretty...), and losing him again, and I started ranting in French. My army of former roommates all of a sudden were there, and throwing a party, so I left.
I thought I had found him, but instead I ran into my friend Billy (now we're in London again). So I talked to him for a second before his wife (that he doesn't really have) came over.
Then somehow I went into some random famous woman's house, where someone brought us to their secret basement, where there was a tiger and a warehouse of read books, fashion-designed articles of clothing, and....lots of other things. I think I was hiding, but I'm not quite sure. By this time in the dream, I had no idea what was going on...

Holiday Weekend

So for Thanksgiving weekend so far, I haven't done much.
I came back to Mass.
I ran a 5 mile race (Feaster Five, Matt Damon ran in it.) with my dad and sister. Dad and I ran together. It was a lot of the time uphill, which really pissed me off. But we did pretty well. 10 minutes per mile, really. It was actually quite a bit of fun! At the end, we got a medal, some water, bagels, fruit, and an.....apple pie. Each. They're outrageously bad for you, too! But it was fun enough for me to want to do it again. Aimee came in after us, but still did really well.
Afterwards, I helped Mom cook. And I napped.
We ate the normal meal. Of course, we ate a bit too much. Aimee and I shared a bottle of Merlot. It was a good meal. I won't have to eat ever again.
Watched Legally Blonde the Musical online, and was quite pleasantly surprised.
And I wrote a paper. And cleaned the kitchen/dishes.

Today we went to see Enchanted. It was quite funny! I actually really enjoyed myself! So many jokes that anyone who knows anything about NYC would love. And it made fun of Disney a whole lot. I highly recommend it.
I talked to Scott on the phone for a little bit, and it made me really happy.
I also talked to Lorena on the phone for a while, and she kept telling me to visit her in Lima, but I just have no money for it right now.