December

Well, I have to go back to my parents in a few days and while it will be nice to see them, I'm going to be there for three weeks. That might get hard. Anyway, the weather will be a million times nicer because my thermometer currently says 12 degrees and that's really cool. My parents tell me its 80 where they are, so at least it will be warmer. I've never experienced cold like this before. I mean, I've been cold, but I know I've never lived anywhere it gets this cold and I've probably only been in this kind of cold a few times before, so in conclusion is very shocking and was making me cough, due to the asthma and most likely not the strongest lungs. Anyway, that's enough about the cold. Its suppose to be warmer tomorrow and then obviously it will be warmer at my parents house.
A friend from my old city is in town and I went out with him and his writing partner, or composing partner, or something. Anyway, they're writing a musical together and it's really good. I'm not just saying this because he's a very dear friend and other stuff, but its really really good. Besides he wouldn't take the time to look at my blog so I could totally bash the show if it sucked, but it doesn't. Its really good and I'm so proud of him. I just want to say to everyone. I use to date-and-other-things that guy, yeah, I did, I dated-and-other-things greatness. Together theose two guys could probably go really far. I'm so happy for them. Now, if only my shows will have the potential to go so far. I'm sure that if I work hard enough and am pushy enough I'll be able to succeed. Maybe I'll just have to sleep with the right person. I suppose I should get really good first. Well practice makes perfect. Any volunteers. Just kidding. Well, only a little. No I really am kidding. Now, let me take a moment to reflect on my bedroom skills (cue the reflection music) I'm getting better. I'm not so scared about looking like a moron so I'm better at acting or whatever. Okay that enough (cut the music).
Well, this brings me to discussing last night. Oh, last night. (sigh) I had fun. Too bad both the above guys were so drunk they don't remember anything. By the way, the sugue from sex to last night is not in anyway suggestive of anything. I was just moving on. Okay, now that that's settled. We just talked about a lot of stuff and flirted and drank and repeated. And it was snowing. That was amazing. It was so pretty. The first snow fall in New York City. Granted, it wasn't much snow, but it was pretty none the less and now it's really cold. Well, I seem to be where I started. So good night and have a great tomorrow.

I think my life is some dark absurd comedy. I have managed to eat two different kinds of mold in wo days. I noticed the second one faster than the first. It was lettuce mold, in a wrap. This is absolutely rediculous. I guess since my little fall didn't kill me the universe has to find another way to do it. I suppose the universe wants to get a little laugh about it first. "Haha. Look at that silly little blond girl. Haha. I'm trying to kill her." As if I'm not doing a good enough job screwing up my own life. Universe, I don't need your help messing up my life. I can manage well enough on my own. Seriously. Its like my morbid childhood belief is coming true. I used to believe that I would live to be 18, then I would die. No more me. So being 19 now, is really cool, in that I'm still alive, and miserable, in that I thought I was going to die before I got here. Yeah....I had odd beliefs as a child. I would even picture my death sometimes. I thought I would get hit by a car. Or be in a car and drive off a cliff. Actually someone else would drive off the cliff and I'd be riding shotgun. So I never really took an active role in my death when I dreamed about it. Some one else was always acting my death upon me, but it was never murder.
Anyway, so yeah....the universe is trying to kill me.

PS. I'm not drunk. I honestly believe this.

Oh my goodness, so much to update. Most importantly I actually got my stitches out on Wednesday. Yippee! I am so happy. The stitches and stuff was a nightmare, an absolute nightmare.
My friends took me out to a belated birthday dinner and it was really nice. Just us four, in a restaurant, eating semi-alright chinese food and lots of laughter. I love them.
However, bad news-wise. I have this odd red spot on my arm and its been there for like a week, maybe a little more and it hasn't gone away. I have no idea what it is. I think its getting paler though.
I also had this really, really gross experience a couple of nights ago. I was eating a pita beard and putting cream cheese on it (its actually pretty good) anyway, it was dark-the lights were off, my roommates were asleep-and then I noticed that the pita tasted funny, so I looked at it really closely and I was covered in mold. Well, not covered, but there were spots and I know for certain I ate a bunch. Yuck! It was the grosses thing ever and I was heaving and washed my mouth out, but I didn't throw-up or anything. Anyway, now I've been having an allergic reaction to something, because my skin in my stomach is itchy and has little red splotches on in. It is really gross. I'm really distrubed my this actually. Its disgusting.
I also did something really dumb. I was sending the people who are going to act in my scene for one of my classes and the whole point of the email was to send the scene, but I completely forgot to attach it and didn't realize, until one of them told me. So not only did I eat mold, I'm retarded.
And I thought things would be better after the stitches came out. Ha.
To end on a posistive note, I submitted a play to a national 10 minute play contest, so cross your fingers for me. Thanks.