Hello February

I've stripped away my clothes. I've stood there, naked upon a pedestal, ready to soak in the criticism, the embarrassment, the heartbreak, the laughter. And after the humiliation, sweat drips down my bones for my skin has disintegrated to dust and it's a windy day. This was not a productive weekend, but it sure was relaxing and fun.

I am currently unemployed. My phone's broken. And the Sharks lost last night. But Carly bought me drinks at the bar :) I went outside last night, and saw Sara and Carly talking to two guys who were obviously drunk. They introduced themselves as Dan and then asked for my name. "Oh, it's Dan," was my response.

I'm not watching the Superbowl... am I supposed to be? Football doesn't make any sense to me.

I recommended a book to my mom two years ago, and when I was packing for my return to New York, my mom gives the book back to me and asks, "Were they homosexuals?" I lent her Of Mice and Men. Give her a break, she's a middle-aged Chinese woman who speaks minimal English.

It's cold in New York, but not that cold. I think it's getting warmer. Most of the snow has melted away. The streets are either slippery because the snow re-crystallized into ice, or they are empty. Not a soul in sight. I can't wait until spring time. Not only am I planning a trip to Montreal with some friends, but the weather should be sunny and breezy. Well, the sunny part doesn't sound that great actually. I'm not a fan of the sun... The Beirut shows are sold out, but I might be going to Comicon this weekend. I did mention that I am unemployed right? This blows.

I've started a daily meditation recently. It's to help me distinguish between the good stress and the bad stress, and so I can be mentally healthier and more stable. It's actually really hard. Or, for me at least. I haven't really been able to do it successfully for longer than 10 minutes. Oh well. It's hard when I'm someone who has a lot of her mind to begin with. And hopefully this will help me focus on school this semester. I can't go astray!

I promised my cousin I'd write her research paper for med-school. Don't ask why.