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1. Go to the beach at least once more   check
2. Go to Wildwood and get posters on the boardwalk
3. See Pineapple Express at either the theatre in times square or the pelham picture house half check
4. Go on a date
5. See Holly once more check
6. See Murph once more check
7. Attend a  party check
8. Attend the Indian Tribal Party check
9. Chill with his friends at least once more check
10. Take a few more album's worth of pictures check
11. Play ninja tag in the park with high school friends
12. Defeat Voldemort CHECK
13. Finish "The Time Travelers Wife" check
14. Play kickball at chase
15. Pull an all nighter, fully equipt with waking up sean and getting breakfast at the diner
16. Finish "Lost" check

I think thats it. I have seventeen days to do fifteen things. Yiiiiikeeeessssss.

For a week I have developed super human hearing so that whenever I hear the clink of the gate outside of my house I can run down stairs to check the mail and see who I've gotten as my roommate. Today I learned that mville decided to send out information via email. Nice. They did send me an email, and I was super excited to open, but when I did, it was completely blank. There was supposed to be an attatchment but I guess somebody made a mistake. Even nicer. Now every body knows all of the information about their rooms; where they'll be, who they'll be with, etc, and I am sitting alone in the dark. Sucks. I called res life to tell them that they sent me a blank email, but I guess the office was already closed by the time I called because all I got was a voice recording of doooooom. Any way, that is the deal as of now. I am starting to get ridiculous. Today took down and packed up some of the posters that I have on my wall in a box for when I get to school. Also, I started to make a collage on this bulletin board looking thing to set up on my wall. The whole first half of my day will be wasted waiting to go to work at three, so I'll probably go through all of my drawers and throw away anything that I dont wear. Everything I keep comes with me to school. After that I plan to retrieve solid copies of photos that I can hang. I was going to go to rite aid and pick up some things that I have always stolen from my sisters, like some tweazers, but I got way lazy and decided against that action. I suck. Lost night is cancelled tonight so I am going to  make decorations for Indian Tribal. I'm pretty damn excited for it. Theres just a couple of things I want to do before summer is over.

I love going to the city. It makes me feel so much more alive. For some reason I think that the people there are just better. I speak about this a lot in my journal entires, I'm sure of it. I'm actually almost certain that those sentences were in a post in my old journal. I can't help it though, I just really enjoy it. Steve and I went today to pick up a few things from B&H, but we were too late getting there and the store was going to close so we didnt even bother. So then we wasted a few hours waiting from one til about 5 eating at McDonalds (bleh :( ), seeing the movie "Step Brothers" at the theatre in times sqaure, and then just hanging out a little ways outside of the MoMa. The next few hours were spent looking at the art until we were kicked out at 8 pm because they were closing, and from there we briefly met up with Winton and then went on down to Chinatown for dinner. I went all independent woman and didn't admit to the fact that I was hungry because I only had 6 dollars and I didn't want to be stingy with the tip so I wound up not eating until I got home hours later. After dinner we got some ices/fake gelato from little Italy. And that is why I love the city. Theres just so much stuff. Today, Steve and I saw all of these young kids around our age waiting outside of a hotel right in times square (LUCKY) with their suitcases and it reminded us so much of all of our group in Europe. I was so excited for them because they were about to see some really amazing things that they will never forget. And they are going to say for the rest of their lives, "I'm going to live in New York one day," because of that one little thing. And it could be ANYTHING, like a peice they got for a kickass price from a street vendor, or how cool it felt to ride the train and hear people play music for change. Those things can be the most exciting.

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The Feast

The Feast is basically an important part of the culture of this neighborhood because it brings people together to look at how fat so and so got with games and rides and prizes and ten year old girls wearing the sluttiest outfits their parents will allow in order to raise funds by auctioning off a car and putting the least healthy treats you can possibly imagine up for sale for the local church that only the people at the feast who are over 50 attend. It is fantastic. 
One of the things that sucks about the feast, though, is that it really symbolizes the end of summer. After the feast, the fun is over, and its time to pack up your things and return to your normal life that you have completely forgotten about over these few summer months. After the feast the only neighborhood thing to really look foward to is the Beatles tribute in Veterans Park. After the feast the weather throughout the week starts to get wacky. You never know when there is going to be an incredibly hot and humid day or when there is going to be a freezing cold rainy and humid day. Also, you start to buy things that you will need for the next year because television commercials tell you that time is running out, and you dont want to be the one who waits to the last minute and has to, in turn, wait on all of those astronomical lines at staples to get a fucking highlighter. Any way, the reason I bring it up is because its here. Today is the start of the feast and to add to the end of summer blues I am having, the rain came in and its cold. My temperature icon on my computer says its 80 degrees in central park. I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, COMPUTER ICON! Soon enough it'll be time to pack up and remember how to live life again. I have 30 days left.

Now that I've gotten nicely buzzed and not thrown up all over the place and sobbed out my life story to a poor girl mopping up my vomit, I'm afraid I'm going to become an alcoholic. Maybe its because I vowed I never would again. Or maybe its because I drank twice in one week. Nah, its neither of those things. Its because I liked it this time. And now i'm going to college, and I'm going to become exactly what I criticized, and I'm going to do it shamelessly. And I'm going to keep doing it. But I dont need it. Not at all. I know myself and I'm pretty blunt about things. I'm inappropriate and I'm loud. At least when Im sober I know boundaries. Thats why it'll never consume me. I like myself way too much sober.