Mets and Ices

It was beautiful on Tuesday, the weather was really great and we strolled through Central Park. It's funny sometimes when you're in a place that you've heard so much about and seen so much about, sometimes you're in awe and sometimes you have no reaction, sometimes you feel as if you were supposed to be there or atleast are accepted by that place, like it's some secret society that you are a part of.

As we sat on the Met steps, with my kooky knee and his stubborn stomach, we discussed Ice Cream and how the Ice Cream from the Ice cream trucks are perhaps what Ice Cream is really about and really reminds me of summer. I admit I've been spoiled in the Ice cream department, my grandmother, whom I'd usually go to after school each day for a snack, upgraded from the still acceptable Neopolitan brown, white and pink variety to other kinds. I've also been spoiled with my Sicilian heritage and it's amazing ices...yet somehow, the generic Ice Cream truck chocolate or vanilla, or twist, dipped or not, will always be close to my heart and remind me of good memories. I was happy that afternoon, al beit in pain, eating the cones with Paul on the steps of the Met and maybe next time I hear the jingle and run down the street to get my cone, I'll remember the happiness I found in that perfect moment.

I love you. xx

Noo Yawk

I promise to update soontimes about NYC and everything nice, once the hectic ides of March of passed me by. Got one more essay to get through and a party at the Tattoo Parlour in Kensington. Then I'm going crazy spring cleaning mode on the weekend. I wish I could clone myself so my clone could do something productive also, like read a book that I've been meaning to read for over 3 years now, and then we could unclone and the acquired knowledge would be combined into my brain...*sigh* I miss reading for fun. Though I'm pretty excited, the author of 'If no one speaks of remarkable things" - Jon McGregor is coming to speak to us all the way from Nottingham tomorrow. Better get some sleep xx

CBA = Can't be arsed.

I think I'm going to do the unthinkable and have a shower today...I'm reading Jimmy Corrigan - The Smartest Kid on Earth, it's just...so...sad. I can't wait to hear what the Prof thinks about it in lecture. I'm still in my pjays eating fruit salad and yogurt, the sky is blue and I've got so much work to do, but I'm stuck on Wikipedia, learning about Michelle Kwan...okay none of that!!

Going to make tomato and bocconcini salad for lunch. Don't tell him, but I've got yummy ideas for when I see Paul, also to prove to myself that I can be able to a) cook, b) put these cooking 'skills' to good use, c) make some one smile as a result, and maybe d) drool a little...Everyday my room gets better looking, but it's gotta move faster, it's kind of weird to think about where my room is...on the top left corner of the second building... Each time I'm walking I home, I look up and think of that corner like the corner of a chocolate bar and how my desk is right on the inside there, and that's where I walk about and sleep...

There's this idea of going to New York, but seriously, sometimes plane tickets make NO SENSE WHATSOEVER. I remember once looking at a flight to Paris and a flight to London...The flight to London cost twice as much as Paris but the flight to Paris made a stop at Heathrow! How weird is that? You might as well buy your ticket to Paris and then leave half way through...Maybe I SHOULD try and be a flight attendant and see if I get any insider knowledge in regards to that...

Also, did you watch Lost on Tuesday? (Who didn't...they rescheduled the State of the Union to air it...) Wow so much rambling...here's to getting through the next week!xx