So a bunch of stuff happened since I last wrote, awesome stuff mostly but really I have no energy to write about them now. Suffice to say my hockey teammates are fucking hilarious. My feet hurt like hell right now. I walked all over town today, fighting the goddamn tourists who did nothing but get in the way of my shopping and my little "excursion."

I had to go to MOMA (thank god for free tickets. No free ticket = no go. I'll spend my 20 bucks elsewhere, thank you) to find paper topic fodder so I'm writing about the exhibit of Odilion Redon's work and I had to shit some random junk up about a few of the works found in the museum. I figure I'll finish both on Monday at Harvs and email them to my prof. The Core office is also paying for food after the Thursday night review session and Matt, Ying, Linden and I are looking to get Masha trashed on some vodka. She being a tall Russian will probably drunk us under the table but who cares...it's the core office paying for it!

I have realized that I have gotten old WAYYYYy too fucking fast. I should still be doing stupid stupid shit like going to clubs and getting wasted. Instead, I'm hitting obscure little restaurants and A-list restuarants with too much regularity and legitimately drinking off the damn wine lists. I could use a little more stupid crap this year. I think that will all begin during Paris '06, when Ganges, Xiao and I basically stomp around with La Grande Dame poised for a week of indiscriminate eating and debaucherous tomfoolery. It will be the rebirth of M4/S6 me. I WILL BE MY OWN REINCARNATION.

In other news: Ted's Ipod (which is now my Ipod) acts all funny when it's connected to my Dock. Not that I really care. As long as it charges, I figure I'm winning. Also, Konnin and Renee have discovered my wicked lucrative Ebay tactics. They're looking to enlist me as Ebay junkie full time. I'm pretty stoked, as it means more money for the four of us (Ted included, of course) to go burning on A-list restuarants. Not that money has ever prevented us from doing it either...

In other news, my dad has shingles (the nerve infection derivative of the chicken pox virus) and the hilarious thing is I diagnosed it (with absolutely no authority to, mind you) correctly over the phone. I crack even myself up. I have so much fucking work to do this week when I'm at Harvs...I shudder to think. Whatever. Ted and I are going to dress pretty and blow our Ebay earnings at Upstairs in the Square (soso food but it's the best in the Square) and probably a fuckload of Ben and Jerry's too. Awesome.