Been a while since I last blogged, but what can you do?
Just had a conversation with a few friends finishing grad school, and preparing to go into counseling as a profession. I'm not much of a therapy kind of person. But I could be open to the idea. I just don't want to pay an outrageous amount of cash to speak to someone about my issues. I am told there are free therapy sessions with NYU grad students. My biggest concern is, what if we run into each other at some bar in the Lower East Side, and my therapist is all wasted, being obnoxious, and ended up throwing up in the corner. Do I help and give her water, or do I take a picture, laughing, and post it on facebook with a caption "this is my therapist"? Knowing me, I'll probably do the latter.
I find myself constantly bitching about the weather here in New York. It's too cold, to much rain, too damn humid. But right now, I can say it is perfect. A little breeze, sun shining, and a touch of humidity; just right. But then again, summer is coming in three weeks. Maybe I spoke too soon. I'm probably going to be bitching how it's awfully humid, and my apartment smells like peeking duck from the restaurant downstairs.
A friend of mine just texted me to watch a movie. It's nice to get an invitation that doesn't involve drinking alcohol. Majority of the texts, calls or emails I get from friends here in the city never fail to include the word "drinks." Am I that uninteresting and a bore for us to hang out some sort of alcoholic beverage needs to be in the presence? But what the hell, I guess it's called "common interest." Well, maybe I can bring my flask inside the theater.
I went to Brooklyn Botanical to see the beautiful cherry blossoms. Yes it was gorgeous blah blah blah, but dude, I felt like the allergy God's put a spell on me. I thought I was going to die by the time we left. I think it's a good idea that the snack bar at the botanic sells Claritin. I think they will make a killing. Now that's the line worth queuing for.
Happy Mother’s day to my Nanay!! That’s if she pick up my calls. Yes, calls. I sometimes think she screens my calls. I guess it goes both ways. Love you!
I guess I should keep this up.... maybe..
