Cute little me

This is a blog post that will simply be an egoistic rant about myself. Why? 'Cos I want to and it's my blog. Duh!

Anyway, my mood is high and things are going fine in NYC. (high and fine rhymes eh? See told you I'm high.) The pace of life here in NYC is giving my life the buzz and excitement it sorely lacks. It helps that I get invited to enough events to feel excited and oh-so-popular (or at least, she's a decent person so let's invite her).

Okay, someone just told me I have a cutest little water bottle. It's a pink one with Snoopy on it. (I'm blogging in school now but I'll post a picture one day...) And someone in Zara told me I was wearing a cute skirt. (It's a black skirt with lace and pattern and frills from H & M.) And someone in class told me I was wearing a pretty dress. (Brown overpriced dress from Zara.)

The incidents happened on separate days, but it's enough to make me high (for a while, at least, until the next depressing thing occurs).

Qualifier: Oh, life in NYC is not all that perfect. Butt sweat is all too common on subway trains. You know the tracts of sweat and God-knows-what people leave behind on seats. Yikes. I've been sitting on remnants of butt sweat.

And yar, I keep having mystery water drip onto me. That cold slimy stuff that falls on you when you are walking on the pavement, in the subway... Please let it just be air conditioner condensation. I really don't want to know if it is anything else.