Hello Again, New York

Dear Friends,

So I got into New York safely. Despite the ammount of time I had to sit in the airport (all afternoon) and read more than I have read in the last two months (finnished High Fidelity, started the new Bret Easton Ellis book. For High Fidelity I can say that the ending was abrupt and I had forgotten how the movie ended so I was a little shocked, and frankly about 200 pages into it you stop sympathizing and relating with the guy, and start wishing he would act like his fucking age, and do something good for himself which you know he is capable of and maybe give everyone else a fucking break. But, you know. That's just me. I am a girl after all, maybe I don't get it. Either way, still a great book. The Ellis book, well, what can you say. I haven't gotten that far into it yet, and hoinmestly, he could shit into a paper bag and I would still read it, so, you know. It's actually pretty good, although his pension for run-on sentences can start to wear you down, despite how well he does it. But no, good book I think. And for all you readers out there, the "Camden College" he speaks of is actually Bennington College, where he went, in the 80's, when there were not-so-retarded orgies. And, for the record, let me just ask that anyone reading this who is applying to colleges NOT apply to Bennington based on te fact that he went there, because you will be sorely dissapointed, and looked down on by your peers. but I digress.). Those facts notwithstanding, the flight was fine, and I took a car to the house, escorted by a fabulousd man named Gabriel. Gabriel was from the Dominican Republic, and had one of the best speaking voices I have ever heard. The perfect mix between Dominican and Brooklyn, with outstanding enthusiasm and sincerity. I alomst fell in love with him, except for the fact that he was a car driver, and I was a 23 year old white girl, and we mostly talked about airports and vacationing. He enlightened me greatly about what it is like to date a Hispanic man, and why it is so normal for them to be so posessive over the women they love. After a certain point, he made a lot of sence. Anyway, Gabriel, thank you. I would love to share a car with you again someday.

Much to my mother's pleasure, I am home safely. In my East Home. I have to drive back to school so soon, it almost seems terrible, but it is such a miraclethat it's happening, that I wouldn't care if I had to leave in a half an hour to go do it, I would. My mother tells me I have to thank God every day for it. Thank you, Big G.

Anyway, here I am.
What a weird summer.
What an amazing time.