Setting Sun

Holy shit. Over 2000 page views. Thank you guys for reading my blog, and listening to my constant complaining and bullshitting. It's good to know that people out there might actually care about what's going on inside my brain.
Anyway, the last couple days I've been exhausted so I skipped blogging. Tuesday was my regular day off from school. I slept in rather late, watched anime, then headed off to visit Mr. Caster. We watched movies and a short documentary thing on Clara Bow. She was pretty, and talented. Kind of quirky, and odd. A tomboy at heart, and only entered the Hollywood scene by winning a contest of personality rather than beauty. She somewhat reminded me of myself. I mean, I'm definitely not an actress like she was, or a singer like she was, but I can at least sort of hold my own. I just found her to be interesting. Anyway, my mother picked me up from his house, and we shopped, then picked my brother up from school. We got home to find our house freezing. The heater had turned off while we were out. It was 59F, and would continue to drop if our heater wasn't fixed. My mom was able to somehow magically get it working again, but the house took a while to heat up to a normal temperature. I curled up into a ball and slept.
I woke up late this morning for class, so I was rushing. My mom was able to give me a ride to the subway. I would have made it to school on time if the MTA wasn't such a bitch. I was 5mins late to my health class, and the bitch of a professor locked me out. Thanks. So I waited with Elijah in the library until the next period. I had psych. It wasn't bad, but as each class progresses, I'm realizing more how my professor lacks in public speaking skills. She is still nice enough though. I had a 2hr layover between classes, so Elijah and I hung out again. We just talked and bantered and told stories. We soon headed off to our classes. History class was entertaining. We were discussing the colorful topic of conspiracy theories having to do with the JFK assassination. It kept me awake and rather amused. Music class was not nearly as entertaining. I fell asleep, spazzed myself awake, and caused people to look at me. Ugh. I woke myself up and paid attention. We're currently studying Egyptian art, which is actually rather interesting. I would love the class a whole lot more if I had it earlier in the day and wasn't so tired. As I left the class, I looked out the window of the 7th floor. The pink and orange sky was illuminating the glorious Manhattan background. Across the water, I saw the Statue of Liberty. It's so cool that I live in New York City. So many people only dream of coming here and seeing all of the things I take for granted. The City is cool, I guess. Elijah and I took the train home and I was starving. I only had $1 in my pocket, and nothing is cheap in NYC. Even a bag of chips in the cafe are $1.50. I starved all the way home and then ate half my weight in pasta and chicken parmesan. Needless to say, that made me a very happy girl. Now I'm laying in bed blogging and doing some school work. I'm exhausted, but I know I can sleep in tomorrow. I'm home all day until I meet with the Kappas for Wing Night. I'm so excited to hang out with them and make some friends. I saw one of them in the hallway and they said hi to me! I was thrilled and smiled for the rest of the day. Being acknowledged made me feel like for once, I actually maybe belonged there.

On a somewhat unrelated note, I have yet to open Leo's gift. I read his card. He apparently made it himself, and it's something I wear. That's all I have gathered. I don't know if I'm ready to open it. Even if the gift is something small and insignificant, I will surely treasure it. I still have every note he gave to me. I have his assortment of ties. I have a little boat/hat he made for me called the S.S. Valkyrie. I have it all. It's tucked away in a drawer neatly where no one but me could ever see it. I keep thinking that I have to throw his things away. I have to. It's part of moving on. But I can't. I look at his ties and read his notes more often than I care to admit. I won't just throw away all of those memories and pieces of our history. They have to go, but not now. Not anytime soon. I'm not ready to fully detach. When he came and visited the shop last week, I couldn't smile at him. I didn't want to invite unwanted behavior. However, on the inside I was smiling wide and taking note of everything he said and did. I'm ridiculous, and I'm damn well aware of it.