Already avoiding homework

I'm not really.  Well, kind of. 

This past weekend was kind of uneventful.  I walked around and found my classes.  I went to the Union Square Farmers market where I had the most delicious drink ever concocted!  Prepare yourselves.  Hot.   Pear.   Cider. What? Yes.  It was unbelievable.  Pears, cinnamon, and cloves in a hot drink on a cold day.  SO GOOD!  Anyway, I digress.  I also got some onions and potatoes and will most likely be making a trip back for eggs and veggies and meat and so on.

What else did I do?  Well, I saw The King's Speech.  It's a fantastic movie, starring Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush, about King George VI and his unfortunate stutter.  However, Monica (SNY friend) and I had a difficult time with the trains and were consequently late to the movie and had to sit in the very front row about five feet from the screen. The subways in New York like to malfunction or randomly decide not to stop at all of the regular stops and make you go uptown to go back downtown.  They are a great mode of transportation but not always reliable and definitely not always time efficient. 

I found a really good Cuban place--Cafe Habana.  Very small.  And slow service, but the food was excellent.  And also a cute, little cupcake bakery named Little Cupcake Bakeshop.  I had a red velvet cupcake. Mmmm.  And took with me a Nutella cheesecake.  Also Mmmmm.  Although Jordan's (SNY friend) french toast cupcake was probably the most delicious.  Oh, and I have a new lead on the next Mexican place I'm going to try.  It's called Lupe's something or other and it's right in SOHO, and I've been told it's delicious and reasonably priced.  I'll let you know what I find out.

I interviewed at an ice cream/coffee shop called Emack and Bolio's yesterday.  I figured a paying job would be nice.  That way I can pay for groceries and new shoes.  My roommate works there and I think the interview went well.  I'm waiting for a call by the end of the week.  No leads on an internship yet.

Classes started this week.  I'm taking four classes: Literature of Rebellion in Early Modern Europe, Politics of Public Policy (required,) Creative Writing: Intro to Poetry and Fiction, and Voice Lessons.  So far the classes are looking up.  There is a strange and annoying girl in my lit class, who I pray is not there tomorrow.  She may have some sort of social disorder.  It may not be right but I was telling people that I might murder her by the end of the semester.  But the teacher was also getting annoyed and asked to speak to her after class, which I'm hoping translates to she's not in the class anymore.  But we will see.  Politics is eh.  The class is large and the professor seems on top of it.  The material may actually be interesting but only time will tell.  And as for Creative Writing, well let's just say I'm nervous.  I haven't done creative writing since high school and even then I didn't have to write poetry.  My experience with poetry so far in life has been not-so-great.  And now I'm expected to write two poems a week for the next how many weeks? Excuse me?  And the teacher is a grad student who doesn't seem all that thrilled to be teaching a class.  But it'll be nice to be able to write something other than a literary analysis for once.  That's the nice thing about creative writing--you can write whatever you want.

After thinking about it a little bit today, I realized that writing, at least for me, is a freedom.  It lets you say things that you wouldn't necessarily say out loud to even your closest confidants.  Half of the stuff I write in this blog is just rehashing my day, but other times I'm typing out thoughts that I wouldn't dare say during casual conversation.  I've got a lot going on in my head, but what good is it if it just stays in there?  So I guess I'm actually kind of excited to see what comes out of this class... what comes out of me.  And I'll tell you right now, that I'll only post my poems/story on here if I feel it is blog-worthy.  Don't be begging for every piece of writing that I do.