Waiting for Melanie to pick up her goddamn phone. She is like, the most frustrating person to try to make plans with, ever.
Went to NYC over the weekend. Saw Rent, walked around Central Park, and went to the MoMa. It was a fairly satisfying occurance. And we somehow ended up with a room in the executive levels, so we got our own lounge and such-- pretty neato.
In light of the world's inability to accomodate my OCD, I have decided that I will forevermore be sitting under a tree in Central Park with my headphones on. You can visit if you want, but don't expect me to be cordial or anything like that--you may well have interrupted a good song or something.
