So here I am living it up in NYC. What a fucking week and a half it's been. I've done more things here in that amount of time than I did back home in a month. I've made great friends, I've developed a fairly hopeless crush (new place, same old shit), gotten written up for drinking, partied on a boat over the hudson, seen four plays, gotten fucked up in central park on more than one occassion, worked my ass off for classes, and on and on and on. I've acted more responsibly than I ever have. I've partied harder than I ever did at home. I love the city, I'm having the time of my life. It doesn't feel like school, it feels like summer camp with school mixed in. I'm never coming home.