The smoke, it sank into my skin

New York thunderstorms are somethings that I will have to get used to.

When I'm home and I have nothing to do, I read, clean, or watch TV shows on my MacBook, and we all know that new seasons don't start until the fall. So lately, I've been watching Chinese dramas. I'm really into one about the relationship between fathers and their children. What I've gained, what I've learned from it is how powerful forgiveness is. There's always been something I've never been able to talk about with my dad. During my first semester at NYU, my dad was unemployed and he spent a lot of time at home... a lot of time with Betty. They were able to talk about things, and he didn't know it, but my dad indirectly answered some of my questions. I guess I will have to wait until the winter to find some closure. Or maybe by then, I'll lose the courage all over again.

It's funny how it took a TV show to convince me. It's a really compelling show though.

So yeah, Vampire Weekend was a no go. Not only were we still in line, as wet as a motherfucker, and a bit tit nip, but that thunderstorm got me sick. That was the only non-working Saturday that I'm going to have for a really long time. Fuck it. I'm going to see Shearwater and Frog Eyes with a friend tomorrow. Hopefully it will make this a good week. I did, however, get a phone call from a friend I haven't seen in a while. So that made me a bit happy. This is my last week working at P.S. 130. That makes me a bit sad. However, I am invited to catch a show with them on Monday. I don't know if I want to go, but a group of them asked me if I was gonna, and I asked them why it mattered. They said that it would be a lot more fun if I went and that they will miss me. Tear.

I made dinner today. I have to say, I'm somewhat of an incompetent, reluctant wanna-be adult. I forgot to buy tomatoes when I went grocery shopping, but Victoria informed me of the recent ongoing E-Coli, so I wasn't that bummed. I also forgot to buy a cutting board, a vegetable peeler, and milk for my lovely Frosted Flakes. They are sitting on top of the fridge... waiting for me. Plus, Tony's eyes are screaming, "They're grrrrreat!" They really are.

I really want to see 13 Goin' On 30 again. No joke.