Brrrrrr....

It is 16 degrees outside, but the TV says 0 with windchill... I'm not even brave enough to go outside and find out what that feels like! I was planning to go to the gym this morning but now that's seeming like a remote possibility since I'm not exactly willing to walk six blocks to get there. The snow came back for a very little while yesterday afternoon, but it didn't accumulate... For a while it was on the forecast for Saturday but it looks like a no now. I'm kind of majorly bummed.

And then, of course, lucky me has a dermatology appointment that is just close enough to walk to. This afternoon. Oh god, please let it warm up, I don't want to walk in this!!!

I spent some of last night redecorating the blog and I think it's pretty snazzy now - let me know how you like it. :)

But why is the snow gone? D:

Today, I woke up, and it was snowing. Big fat fluffy white flakes were falling past my window. "It's snowing!" I said ecstatically to my roommate.

Her response was something along the lines of, "so it is." (Not a direct quote, don't sue me.)

I think my Florida roots become pretty apparent when I get excited over weather like this:

And so I went happily to my first class, convinced I had struck Winter Wonderland gold and wondering how much snow there would be when I got out of class, only to discover that, an hour and fifteen minutes later, the snow was gone and all that was left was some very wet pavement, some iced up cars and bushes, and some very cold air. It was such a buzz kill.

The weather report says it might snow again this afternoon, and again on tuesday, so I'll keep my fingers crossed. I want to go sledding or something in Central Park!

Yours, dreaming of a white January...

-Leez.

A hump day off?

v Below paragraph is probably TMI.

Usually on wednesdays I have one class in the middle of the day. If it weren't cancelled, I would be pile driving through King Lear right now instead of writing this. To be honest, I have no idea what to do with myself. I went to the gym yesterday, so I have pretty much zero motivation to troop my fat ass down there today as well. Maybe I'll finally call campus health about making a dermatology appointment. I keep telling myself to, but then I don't. It's probably some subconscious aversion to getting willingly stuck with needles before they can put me on acutane (which I think is overkill), but then again I combined my prescription stuff with four kinds of over the counter and all that seems to be doing is making me dry. I'm almost out of the prescription stuff, too, so I need to go to campus health if only for refills.

^Above paragraph was TMI.

Like there's even a little post-it note with the phone number and the words "Call about Dermatology" on my desk. I need to get it done.

ANYWAY.

My new philosophy for handling days that verge off in the direction of shitty before 10 AM is convince yourself that "Today is going to rock by virtue of everything shitty that could possibly happen having happened before 9:30, so the rest is going to be awesome." If this doesn't work, drink a can of SLAP and suddenly everything is better. It's probably just a placebo effect, but everything is funnier with huge amounts of caffeine. I like the green apple kind. It's yummy. Anything you find out on facebook shot of someone dying is not worth letting it ruin your day. And that's all I'm going to say about that because this entry already verging on passive-aggressive and it is soooooo not meant to be.

On Saturday, some friends were in town so I called up another friend in the city and we went to Central Park for... THE LIGHTSABER BATTLE OF THE CENTURY!!! Pictures below:

I'm the dork in red. Also included in this photo, and much prettier than me, are a Kota, a Brazile, and an Alex.

A video of the event:

If you're ever in Central Park and want to see what huge rock it is we're climbing on, if you go in near Columbus Circle and head just a little bit north, you'll see this huge dome of glacial leftovers attached to a concrete construction playground. In summer they pipe water through it. That's our battle spot.

I leave you with a Leez, an Alex, and a Kota doing battle:

What I'm reading now:

I have become fascinated by The Daily Coyote and have spent the last two days reading the back logs. It's so cool! I'm hooked!

Gunnerkrigg Court is probably my new favorite webcomic ever, followed by Bad Machinery. Also, Weregeek. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that what I like best about them is their regular update schedule that their artists actually stick to.

When I'm not slogging through junk for class, I'm gradually making my way through Let The Great World Spin, which is marvelous.

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While out with friends today, we came across a TV shoot in Rockefeller Center for a scene of 30 Rock. My friend and I looked at each other and squealed like little girls when we caught sight of Tina Fey.

I love New York. :)

In the future...

I will remember not to eat Upstein Sushi.

However I am happy that hundred calorie cookie packs are an option on meal exchange instead of chips now.

And I am very, very happy that I get so see some of my friends tomorrow!

Belated resolutions:

1. No more Chipotle, or at least a lot less of it. It is

• expensive
• not even my favorite burrito place
• enough food to feed a Thai family of five, according to Noah.

2. Go to the gym at least twice a week. Tuesday nights or Wednesday afternoons and Fridays.

3. Will that summer internship to happen. Use telepathic powers if necessary.

I...

Believe: in karmic justice and divine intervention. I see small miracles and blessings in disguise everywhere I look. This philosophy is difficult to apply to the world at large (the picture is too big to grasp from our tiny human perspectives, or else I'm sure it would make sense there as well), but it works just fine in day to day life.

Think: You only get as much good out of the world as you are willing to put into it. If you take care of your responsibilities, the rest will take care of itself. Do the best you can do and if it's meant to be, it will be.

Understand: the world by trying to recreate it. If I'm hung up on a character type, it will reappear until I get it right. When the character is believable, when people say to me, "that is a person and not a caricature," then I understand it and I can put it into my repertoire and maybe not use it so much.

Try: to be a better person, every single day.

...Wow, that sounded so damn idealistic. Let's see if I still feel the same way in a few years.