weekends are good:
hung out with dad
went to the West Side Market
me & a friend were mistaken for Brazilians at Boricana ("Americans don't usually shop here.")
got to chill in the orchestra section for my roommate's gig playing "Fiddler on the Roof"
said goodbye to Nate, who's leaving for Albania
slowly becoming a domestic diva on my own terms now that I've got an amazing kitchen.
A lot of people have been showing up in my life that I wish were gone... I know Faulkner said the past is never dead and it isn't even past, but seriously, I want some things to stay there... If I wanted to hang out again, believe me, I'd be trying...