Hello, It's Me.

Does anybody still come here. In case you haven't noticed by my lack of activity, I'm puh-busy. Working like a...oh, I shouldn't say that, that level of political incorrectness is only funny when not in a native tongue. Let's see. Everyone's sick of me talking about how I'm better than them because I take multivitamins and floss. Wu and I got study carrels in the library, but the priveleges office must have known that we only wanted them so that we could throw spitballs at them because our carrels are on opposite sides of the library. Harvard Yale is this weekend. At this point it just seems like a chore and I can feel my liver shriveling already. I'm still kind of excited, though I may just be going through the motions. Went to NYC with Schnocone only to find out that being a member of his entourage means taking shit from him the whole time because I want a coke from the minibar, despite the fact that he has a $100 credit but won't use it. Can't wait till the Lush comes and joins the entourage...that way we'll be using those expense accounts for cheeseburgers champagne and porn. Hurrah for Medieval Mischief.

Obviously I have a paper due. Why else would I be wasting my time here? My daily duty now includes watching Roseanne whenever possible and Oprah whenever it interests me. Going home in a week should be exciting. Saw Capote with Beulah and man was it great. Very good. Walk the Line coming up.

While I was in NYC I went to MoMA. But I went by myself which means I only got to appreciate the art, and really missed making snarky comments with Wu that make everyone around us think we're illiterate idiots, despite the fact that we think saying "i don't like the colors" and "ew" is very valid art criticism. I get it, it's from a variety of angles and viewpoints, now could you please paint in something other than brown. Ugh. Then I went to the Met and saw Chachi's (my Spanish homestay mom's) ancestor whom Goya painted and is on permanent display in their Goya room. That was way cool.

Even cooler were my celebrity sightings. I saw Greg Giraldo, you may know him from Comedy Central Roasts. I was less than underwhelmed. I had to blow about 20 minutes trying to figure out who it was. You know the "I know the face but can't place it" game via google. But the crowning achievement was seeing David Hasselhoff on 5th Ave. I wouldn't have noticed him except he had on a very long leather trench coat and eurotrash sunglasses at night. It was as if he wanted to be recognized. There weren't many people around, though, and none of them were German, so he seemed to be pretty safe in his anonymity.

Maybe I'll keep this up. I enjoy this entry. It's all over the place. Much easier than actually thinking about what I'm going to write.