my original blog title had too much profanity.

so i'm not going to new york on thursday after all. definitely bummed that i won't be hanging out with julie yeo, but december 16 is practically just around the corner, so i can deal with being an almost friendless loser for a bit longer. social anxiety for the win!

I've been trying to make a blogger post about my experience at the Head of the Charles Regatta but the photos aren't uploading because the wifi in my apartment building sucks balls. all sorts of firewalls and whatever. pooooo

i have a headache. i rented the wrong season of Sex and the City on Saturday, but I also rented Batman Begins so all is well because I heart Christian Bale. He's a good actor and therefore I heart him. Still need to rent The Machinist but it's always out when i'm at the Blockbuster closest to my apartment.

Finally finished reading the Eric Clapton autobiography and the verdict issssss YAY. It was a really good read, so I'm definitely going to recommend everyone read it if they need something to put their mind into. If that makes any sense whatsoever, I'm not sure. I'm tired. ew.

I'm 3000 miles from everyone I care about (friends, family and old coworkers) and after two months, I'm not exactly homesick but I really miss everyone a lot. I miss being able to just get in my crappy car and go wherever I wanted. Picking up mes amis and going out to dinner and a bad movie. Or being able to drive up to Santa Barbara whenever I felt like it (or like that time I realized I passed all the exits for Ventura/Oxnard and Rosie and I had to continue all the way up to Santa Barbara instead because I'm awesome at directions) or going to the Getty Center and Getty Villa on the same day.

Sorry for the sentimentality, if anyone is reading this. No one most likely is reading this, but that's okay. It's more for me anyway to type and submit this into the void. So goodnight dear void.

cheers,
kaaaate-sara.