Y'know, New York was a fantastic experience. It really was. Unfortunately, my brain has melded all the things we did into one shapeless thing. So a list, in no particular order, is now being constructed to give you an idea of what we did.

Rockefeller Center: A giant mall, basically. Fancy restaurants in the building itself, and tons of shops and things on the outside. We went to some strange store called H&M, which is like Aeropastale, so I had no fun in there at all. There was a huge marble slab thing that I tripped over and bruised my calf on though.

Radio City Music Hall: Let me put this into perspective. You see Radio City from the outside, and it's very... 20's. It was constructed in 1934, so that makes sense. But you walk in, and literally, this place takes your breath away. From the carpet to the fourth mezzanine, to the flamboyant Alabama native tour guide, everything makes you absolutely giggle. I can't even begin to describe this place. Even the bathrooms are amazing. he gave us a twenty minute potty break, and I was like "Why?!?". But as soon as I walked into the ladies room and saw the History of Cosmetics mural on the wall, I understood. This had the largest powder room I had ever seen. I put chap stick on in the Radio City Music Hall powder room, eat that!!! I felt so... underdressed. I had on a pink top with a blue shirt under it, to give it some colour, my white skirty thing, and my converse. I felt... like a moron. we walked into the auditorium, and I almost passed out. Everything is painted to look like a sunset. Gold, and russet fill the room, and in my mind's eye, everything is sparkling with an unnatural feeling. But... wow...

Lincoln center: The Opera House was pretty neat. It had screens on the back of the chairs to translate the opera into a plethora (Jefe, do you know what a plethora is?) of languages. The entire house is designed in the manner of a jewelery box. A great idea, but in my opinion, not so greatly executed. They had an intimate theater, and Juliard was across the way, where we listened to a Jazz band.

Ground Zero: I knew from the moment we set foot on this hallowed ground that I was going to cry. Not only was I going to cry, I was going to bawl, and I was not going to be pretty. So I flicked the hood of my hoodie up, and walked the perimeter of the area. It's a good ten degrees cooler there than across the street, as you can imagine. At first, I was ok. I was observing it as a historical site, where yes, a lot of people lost their lives, but yes, there was a lesson to be gathered. And then a book was slid into my hands. A scrapbook of sorts. Selling for five dollars, the man told me, carefully blocking the sign that begs patrons not to buy anything from merchants in the premises. I flipped through the book, carefully, so as to seem as though I may buy it, but not quickly enough to overlook the horrific memories. To think that where I was standing, that very spot that seemed to have me rooted to it, was where I once could have looked up as far as I could, and still not seen the top. That very spot held the remains of fragments of those monumental buildings. And I lost it. I handed the book back, and seeing as I hadn't said a word, I simply walked off. And I stood alone, and cried. For once, I felt truly patriotic. For a fleeting moment, my heart was focused only on the sufferings of the United States. Then, my Wiccanism over took me again, and I viewed the world as whole again, and wondered to myself how humanity can have such disregard for life. How the entire world can view it's surroundings with feelings of malice and contempt. And in that moment, as the tears ran down my face, my jaw clenched, and I turned away, ashamed to be living in a world that had no respect for anyone but themselves.

Battery Park: So this is where you would normally take the *FREE* ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. We are too lame. So we stood and looked at a one inch tall version of it, and took lots of amusing pictures. It was rainy. And miserable.

Carnigie Hall: Another amazing music venue. To me, not as mind-gasmic as RCMH, but still good. This is rather pitiful, but that's all there is to say about it. It's amazing.

Still to come:
The Guggenhiem
The Cruise
Midsummer Night Swing
The Lion King
My last night
Sleeping on the plane (finally!!!)

Why are you all so boring?!?! Why don't you ever post?!?! Some smart ass (myself) pointed out that I didn't update either. But then I say shut up, silly girl, I'm not interesting. Nay, I reply smugly, did you not just spend 10 days in New York? That was exciting, yes? I grumble and agree.

So yes. About New York. Split into sections for your viewing pleasure:

Day 1: Arrive at JFK, on what, three hours of sleep? Very irritable, but forcing a smile, I saunter off the plane, and hang out at the airport for two hours while my fellow delegates lose thier luggage. Great fun. I then proceed to the Columbia University campus and take another 45 minutes to check in. Keep in mind, I have had nothing to eat except two little wheat free cookies on the plane. And anyone who knows me knows how --cough cough-- well I perform with no food. My first impressions must have been somewhere between a rabbid warthog and a whiny preschooler. Great. Ate a barbeque dinner, then attended a very boring introduction thingy. Fin.

Day 2: Wake up at (good gods) 7:00 a.m. for breakfast. Eat, then head out for... somewhere. I don't recall. Oh yes. We had a meeting with people from the Lion King on Broadway. It was... Unique. They didn't talk a lot. They just waited for us to ask questions, which sucked. And then we went to Central Park for lunch. Which was nice, and we have a very lovely group photo from that. We walked down to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which was... huge. But very pretty. I didn't get to see half the stuff I wanted to though. We saw Ancient Greek, Italian, and Egyptian displays, as well as early American pieces. Then we came back and sat through a really strange lecture, where I saw a poster for the Socialist convention, which was all I cared about. Dinner, then bed. Hurray!!!

Day 3: Another obscenely early wake up call to go chill at CBS studios for the Early Show, when I was on TV, yo. That's right, Dennis was on TV. Uh, then we went to this strange stage combat class, which I didn't like much, becuase I had already been to one, and they way the first one taught it made more sense to me. Stupid people. Then we went to the Museum of Modern Art, where I saw Starry Night and had Vincent stuck in my head all day. I also got kicked out for laying down to look at the video art on the cieling. After, we walked to the Museum of American Folk Art, which was really boring except for one thing. The condom blanket. Some lady made a baby blanket out of the Gold Metal brand condoms, which are florescent colours, and wrapped in aluminum. It was awesome. Back to campus for a really long lecture on film making. Then we went to an offbroadway show with no plot called Drumstruck. It was a really loud, interactive show with drums, which would have been cool provided the audience didn't have drums. Because they drove me fucking nuts.

I'll continue this later. I'm getting tired.

These orange orchards in my head are too far gone to care
But their soft scent still plays tricks on my mind
When I think of the times we were so far lost
Crying into the madening reality of life
Losing at this game by trying to pass pawns as queens
Always a shadow in the back of our minds
The different paths that could be light by a mad passion

And now that you're here I want to let go
I want you to let me slip away into the person I'm longing to become
But hold me close, darling, for this may not be real
And I don't want to wake up

It's a dak tangle of fingertips and rose petals
This soft carpet of love you've woven for me
Thick haze filling the recesses of my heart
Lifting me to meet the sky as though I were
More than this mortal body will allow
All I can feel is your gentle touch against my hips
Pulling me closer reminding me what love is truely like

Even though you're here, I still want to let go
Pushing me into the person I need to be
Not just becuase it's nessicary, but because if I don't I may break
Hold me tighter, dearest, I want to wake in your arms

The soft light plays across your angled feautres as the sun sets
And I'm lost in your eyes as our breathing aligns
Your sweat beading across your brow and you support yourself on my wall
Our lips meet and I've never felt this way
Almost as though you've shattered my past and put it into view that
Perhaps I am not only a lover, but loved and cherished for the
Unique and simple beauty I seem to carry so well

DO YOU:
Have a partner?: Yes. Poor guy. Puts up with lots of crap.

Sleep with stuffed animals?: Tigger. And the kitty. Belle. But I suppose she isn't stuffed...

Live in the moment?: Always. I think to myself "How much are you going to regret this if you don't take a chance, you stupid girl?"

Think you'll get married?: Of course. I'm independent, but not *that* independent.

Have a dream that keeps coming back?: The one about the three little girls.

Play an instrument?: The kazoo. Like WOAH. But I have been known to sing a bit.

Believe there is life on other planets? Of course. There's no way that Madonna is of this world. --smile--

Believe its possible to remain faithful forever? That's what true love is all about.

Consider yourself tolerant of others?: To an extent.

Moving on:

Hate yourself?: No. I just get annoyed with myself a bit.

Wish you were someone else?: Hell no, I'm awesome, lol. No seriously, I admire the people I associate with, but I am glad I am me.

Have an obsession?: madonna and my hair, sadly.

Collect anything?: Dust. Mardi Gras stuff.

Have a best friend?: Yeeeeeew.

Any bad habits?: I tend nto to listen to those in authority very well.

Care about looks?: When it comes to myself. Other people, I am less concerned with.

Trust others easily?: Not at all. I'm being very serious about that. It takes a lot for me to trust people.

Music?: Life and breath.

First thing you think of
I see: it, I hear it, I hear it, I hear it my song

I need: drinkage. Preferrably gold bar

I want: money

I wish: i could go to Prom!!!

I love: Greek food.

I hate: intolerence

I miss: my grandma

I fear: killing the ones I love

I hear: The killers v. Adamski v. Basement jaxx

I smell: cold.

I crave: Orange juice

I search: the web

I wonder: how much longer I can last before I die due to AP death

I regret: nothing

I cried: to let go.