I have been living in Manhattan working as a caterer for some weeks now. I can see the Brooklyn bridge out my window and there is a fantastic cheese shop down the block from my apartment. I don't really mind being poor... I eat pretty much the same, good foods every day, and I am happy that I have a safe place to sleep and a job.

Things I have been doing
taking co-counseling classes
going cheese shopping
nestling with Anthony
cooking stir fry
watching people in Union Square

Yesterday I was walking to a granola picnic in the park and this middle aged guy asked me if I was holding a teapot. I said yeah, it's full of milk. Then he asked me if I was a teapot, short and stout. What the hell are you supposed to do when that happens?

Here's my apartment window:

ugggghh finals

Look, I'm sorry I'm not the guy from Rushmore. I have other priorities too.

moving day freshman year

Junior year Maia

"Drew waved at me in the hall today but I saw him five seconds too late. When I turned I saw him putting his hand down. I HATE missing waves so I HAVE to wave at him tomorrow. I feel privileged that he waves at me at all, so when I miss that I feel like an accidental snob. It's just, I've been on the other side too many times."

OOOHHH burn

My job ends on Friday. Thank god. I CANNOT file any more files. Oh wait, I have work in the morning.