rainy june saturday

erik, anne, and i went to shakespeare in the park. i was a bit sick, but it was a nice night overall.

my funny best friend

tracy always makes me feel better

cursed

so, i think my bad luck has finally reached it's zenith today with me slicing my pinky open with the lid of canned kitty chow. i went to the er, but left before the dr came because we don't have insurance and because the nurses treated my wound pretty well (i hope). at first i felt good about not getting further treatment, but then i went to my chemistry lab and two guys in my class showed me their scarred phalanges that lacked feeling because they didn't get the proper help in time. at least i have cupcakes to make me feel better.
when will this crazy freakiness end? i'm beginning to feel like the girl in drag me to hell. i let that bird poop on me for nothing..

desperate housewife

i went to the park this morning to do some speedwork and to relieve some stress. while waiting for my watch to find it's satellites, i looked up because i heard something above me. there they were, three pigeons just waiting to dispense some good luck on me. i decided to wait in that spot, not caring where their blessings may hit. after a couple of seconds had passed, the third angel to the left had mercy on my shoe. awesome! i ran really fast, which proved that my good luck had begun. when i went back to our temporary home, erik made me a burrito which proved it again. and tomorrow... it will be proven when our homeless misery comes to an end and ms mcrae tells us that we may finally move into our apt. i can feel it!

best day of my life...EVER!

so, we're homeless.
life was hectic with finals, then we went to spain and it was calm, and then we came back and everything started to suck.
we had to be out of our brooklyn home last weekend, but we found out last friday that we wouldn't be able to move into our new place. what the what?! so, we stayed in our place a few days longer with the hope that we could move to the city on wednesday. on tuesday we found out that it wasn't a possibility. i started to cry during my chemistry class when i got the text from erik. we were already under the radar in our old apt breaking some rules and had to get out. yesterday we packed everything up and put it in the truck, and i went to school not knowing where we were going sleep or when we would have a home. after my chemistry class i was frustrated with my group because they are incompetent and i started to cry some more. so, you get the picture, things are lousy..
thankfully e has an amazing boss who is letting us stay with them until we can get into our apt. my boss fired me without even telling me...
anyway, this morning i decided i was tired of wearing the same dirty outfit and stopped in soho to get a new t-shirt. low and behold as i'm walking, i see a very groggy tracy morgan and my heart skips a beat! a couple of weeks ago i watched 30 rock for the first time on the plane & i fell in love with him. i looked him dead in his face, gave him a big dumb smile, and started to text erik. i decided to be lame and try to get a pic on my phone, so i turned around and prepared myself to stalk him around the corner. ahh! he turned around, and i tried to pretend i wasn't following him. i wish i would have said "hello," or "i liked that scene when you slapped your tummy in the elevator." but i didn't because i'm shy. anywho, he made my day and i have a renewed sense of hope.

back in america

photos to be developed, scanned, and posted.

we may not be moving after all. ny apartment business is very tricky.

checklist

today
bike ride
finish 4 chemistry labs
study 5 chem chapters
study art
do laundry
pack
tomorrow
give keys to cat sitter
eat
take two finals
go to canary islands