Last night Lisa (the roommate) and I were disappointed to say the least. After a rain-soaked run to get our pumpkin ice cream fix and an hour of half assed attempted studying, we sat down to watch our favorite show which fell painfully short this week.
I think that's what happens when all your eggs are in the I-wish-my-life-was-apart-of-Gossip-Girl basket.
I think its safe to safe I'm not the only one.
Despite the fact that I was born and raised in the great state of I <3 NY, the city itself holds an allure that is hard to describe... or not. It's the fact that when you get off the S shuttle at 42nd St there's a guy who I swear is Jimmy Hendrix reincarnated playing his greatest hits. It's that Dan Humphrey look-a-like I saw on the 4 train last Monday. Maybe it's because I can pop into the Apple Store to pick up new headphones one minute, feeling completely overwhelmed by the amount of people there, and the next be strolling around Central Park with a cone full of sugary toasted almonds. It doesn't hurt that if you wander around long enough you're bound to find a Starbucks or other suitable coffee shop.
Don't get me wrong, there are other great places to live. In fact, there are plenty of other places I'd give just about anything to live in, but for now the city and all of its' eccentricities is enough to keep me coming back for more. I'm just afraid that once I get there I'll find out that I still am obsessed with GG and Chuck Bass, wish I was living Serena VDdubs fabulous life and that low and behold, I have to choose between living out my Top Gun dream in southern California or the impossible GG dream I've now attached myself to.
You thought your life was boring?
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