Sex and the City,or lack thereof

I'm currently chilling in NYC with Celine. I spent Shabbat away from her at the NYU Hillel wih Josh and Kim. Kim is really cool, and she knits, and she has a motorcycle! I hope she eventually finds the time to come visit us at Penn.

Yesterday I went with Josh and Kim to see "Hairspray." While getting lunch at the Great American Health Bar, we saw Hillel [the person, not the organization] who was staying with Barry for Shabbat and now was in the city doing...something. "Hairspray" was really good, except for one stupid love song in act 2, which I think should have just been cut out. Kim, Josh, and Celine all agree.

That night I watched some Sex and the City until Celine got back, and then we watched family guy.

A plus of NYC is that they have sooooo much Tasty De-lite! It's kosher. It's fat free. It's practically healthy. And it is so incredibly addicting and I'm going to die when I have to give it up and come back to Penn.

Today I didn't wake up until 11:30. Josh and I had lunch together at The Village Crown [very good Kosher Morrocan restaurant]. Then Celine returned and we got her lunch, and then we went to her movement project. I finished my kippah for my mom while she was setting up.

The project was...interesting...Yeah. That's it. Interesting. Ver good costumes and lights. Crazy weird dancing stuff. Hidden abstract plot.

Tonight we were kinda dead and got pizza for dinner. Tomorrow Celine has class. We're going to grab lunch at 2 and then I take either a 3 or 3:30 train back to Penn.
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Overall I have mixed feelings about New York. It's big and glamorous and all, but I don't think I could ever live here. People are just too superficial. I don't wear designer clothes, or date rich guys, or drive a fancy car, or care what profession my future husband has. Maybe my views of NY have been tainted by looking at Celine's roommate, who is very nice, but a bit Jappy. I'm sure there are down-to earth New Yorkers, like Celine, but I haven't met many of them yet. I don't think this is the place for me. Too many illusions. And I don't like wearing masks.

Trevor

I just watched Magical Trevor again. It definitely cheered me up. I know it's just a 30 second flash animation song that has no point to it, but it's really cute, and it makes my day that much better. I should note in the future to watch it when I'm in a bad mood and it isn't Shabbat or chag.

I left my heart in San Fransisco...

And by "heart" I mean "key" and by "San Fransisco" I mean "New York."

Yeah. I'm an idiot.

Hopefully Celine will mail me the key but in the meantime I should make a copy of one of my roommates' keys. If housing can tell the difference at the end of the year, I'll have to pay a fortune.

Fuck.

Also, where are my roommates? I was locked out of the room, so I assume Ariela has returned, only I have no clue where she is. I'm afraid if I leave the room before they get back, they'll lock the door and I'll be screwed again. If I keep on borrowing the lock-out key, they're going to catch on.

*More unneccessary explitives*

I'm hungry (and Hillel is closed), and I don't have time to get dinner before the Rav Kook shiur which I can'tmiss cause I missed it last time, and I lost my leopard print bandana which I've had for 6 years and I don't know if Hot Topic still sells them, and I have my period, and still I have to write my English thing for tomorrow which should be due Friday like all other assignments. But no. It isn't. It's due tomorrow and I'm still on page one and I have to edit assignment 3 in order for it to work. And I have my Hebrew which I have to do with both Danielle and Julie, and I'm tired, and I'm in tears, and there's no one here to talk to and I think I want to jump out the window and die. Only I live on the 3rd floor, so all it would do is badly injure me.