Ugh, why does this thing assume I want it to write in Times New Roman.  I HAAAAAAAATE Times New Roman.

I have today off.  I have tomorrrow off.  Thank you, NYC public schools for closing the schools.  It feels weird - it being Thursday and sleeping until...almost 8.  I had planned to sleep until 9, but I woke up just before 8 (okay, around 7:50) and I was up.  Went into the other room to help Steph's sister, Annie close her suitcase.  Her and Erin have been here since Sunday night, but now they're gone.  They were adorable.  For 16  year olds.  I know last night was dramatic and sad (Erin was riproaring drunk so they didn't go to Sola's, and Annie was crying a whole lot, but I do think Stephanie and her went out after Erin had passed out) **Sidenote, I like how the suggested tags that just popped up are:  erin, for erin, i miss erin, happy birthday erin**.

When Jess wakes back up, we're gonna go to the desk and sign up for the Bodies exhibit on Saturday. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lordy, a free trip to go see that museum at the south street seaport where it actually costs like, 25 bucks to get in?  I'LL TAKE IT.  I wanna go so badly. 

Last night, the roommate, the old suitemates and I went to dinner at Cafetasia, aka that place on 8th street that used to be Faye's.  It was weird going to Faye's 1) not being a freshman 2) without my freshman year room and 3) without it being Faye's.  It was delicious, though.  I only had some 'long' spring/summer rolls (They WERE long, in their defense), but mmmmmmm.  Everyone else enjoyed their food too.  I'm not excited to live at Water Street next year (at least not yet), but I AM excited to basically be living as a foursome again senior year.  We're a pretty perfect grouping, if I do say so.

Yesterday I went to Food Emporium and as I was paying the woman behind me only had one item so I asked if she wanted to go first.  Not that I had a lot...maybe 6 items, but whatever, right?  Little random acts of kindness.  After that I realized she was probably homeless, having pan-handled two bucks to buy that beer.  And the cashier actually IDed her.  And she sorta sing-songed 'seven-twenty-Fifty-siiiiix' and I swear on anything that is my aunt's birthday.  I mean, this woman was not my aunt, but still.  It struck a chord at how different they are - especially since my aunt has apparently stopped drinking alcohol.

The end.