I'm so bad at this now

8:36 P.M.: Sitting and thinking about days events.

recap.

Yesterday went out to dinner with Party BFF. Loved it. then went to Blaggards. Loved it.

Left my left overs in the Blaggards fridge on accident. Stupid waitress bitch threw it away today.

SO PISSED. $30 of Paella down the fucking drain. I hate that bitch.

Come home to my ass hole neighbor blaring his music. Must leave. Went to Chelsea Market. Bought some apples. About to go get sushi.

Day i don't even know what

Okay I KNOW it's been forever since I've posted anything.

Not that anyone reads this, but whatever.

10:58 A.M.: Wake up. Do an hour of yoga.

12:32 P.M.: Feel all of a sudden that I need to make a blog post.

12:37 P.M.: Just got done reading earlier blog posts. Is it weird that my past self makes my present self laugh? Who knows. Decide that I need to keep on my blog every day until I move away. Can't believe I'm moving away. Hate it.

4:44 P.M.: Decide to go get a manicure.

8:48 P.M.: Return home from class. Love the manicure. I've been on a few dates with this guy who's a computer programmer. He keeps asking me to spend the night. WTF dude. I've been on 3 dates with you. No. But I like to keep him around for the occasional date. We're supposed to go to IKEA this weekend. We'll see if that happens.

Day 26

11:07 A.M.: Wake up. Study. Eat a salad. Take a shower.

2:48 P.M.: Go to class. Have a test. Done in 20 minutes.

5:32 P.M.: Walking home. I think a guy said hi to me. We definitely looked at each other. He was cute. But kind of old.

5:54 P.M.: Order food. Eat and watch Scent of a Woman. Good movie.

7:47 P.M.: About to walk to Rockefeller Center. In a good mood today.

Day 25

So I just got back from Kansas City. Hence lack of posting. I'll start back tomorrow.

Day 19

12:30 P.M.: Wake up. Hating it. Desperately want to skip class, but know I can't.

3:09 P.M.: Arrive at class. Had a salad for lunch. Yummy.

6:25 P.M.: Return home. Roommate is here. Surprise. Haven't seen her since Wednesday.

7:13 P.M.: Go over to Party BFF's room to talk about lately goings on and to watch House.

9:22 P.M.: Venture out to return shirt to American Apparel. All they give is store credit. Fuck. Decide to walk to Rockefeller Center. On the way, text Party Promoter. He wants to hang out. I say okay.

12:24 A.M.: After wandering around midtown east, I go to his apartment. So nice. 45th floor. Balcony. Breath taking view. Either way, he's an ass hole. Knew he would be. Thinks every girl that comes over there wants to fuck him. He says it's a "privilege ." I laugh in his face. He tries for 2 hours to get in my pants. Eventually, he gets tired of being turned down, and I leave. What a prick, seriously.

2:32 A.M.: Return home. Roommate is gone. I'm glad. Feel kind of like shit after tonight. Somehow, it's a blow to my self esteem. Know I would feel 10 times worse if I had done anything with that douche bag.

Day 18

1:37 P.M.: Wake up. Literally, most pointless day ever. Did nothing but homework and watch TV today. Texted back and forth briefly with a Party Promoter. I just think they're most likely all ass holes, even though I've never met one. Oh well. Whatever.

Day 17

2:11 P.M.: Wake up. Surprisingly without a hangover. Catch up on last night's happenings with Party BFF. Go get breakfast. Watch Dexter.

7:58 P.M.: Still watching Dexter, getting hungry. Decide to go get a salad. Turns in to an hour long scavenger hunt. Finally get to Pax on 42nd street. How I despise 42nd Street.

10:16 P.M.: Run over to Duane Reade for some cookies, chips and salsa, and Kudos bars.

3:18 A.M.: Realize I've been mindlessly watching Dexter literally all day. Decide to get in bed and watch Up.

3:52 A.M.: Attempt to call Ex-Boyfriend, but surprisingly he picks up. End up talking for an hour and a half about love lost. I cry. He cries. Sad, really. I can't decide if I miss him, or if I just miss having a boyfriend that loves me unconditionally. Is that the same thing? I don't know.

5:21 A.M.: Finally get off the phone. Fall asleep.