yesterday was another wtf new york weather day, so Alex, Rel, and Pearce (Rel's roomate) walked around in soho. When we were first outside, Alex and I got so giddy because it was so warm and sunny out. I didn't need a coat - jackpot! In just like 10 min we got into soho. Off topic, but this concept of walking for 10/15 min and being in a different area of town amazes me. Honestly it does. I've decided I want to move to soho after college. I decided I'm going to live in the LES/east village during college, than move to soho, then move into a brownstone when I get married (b/c obviously I'll marry someone like that), and then retire to a place on the upper east side. or the hamptons...or paris...but I digress.
We walked down prince street, got coffee at this busy busy place called Olive (nice but kind of expensive), and then went into little places like Agatha Ruiz's store. I love Betsey Johnson. I liked every single thing in that store. I wouldn't necessarily wear everything, but damn that woman knows how to make awesome clothes. We also stopped into a few trendy furnature stores which made me want to move out of the 13th street dorm & into a loft on Wooster more than I wanted to before (whahuu? is that possible?).
Then that night we walked down to this place on 12th down by ave A. I really liked the place a lot, I can't remember what it was called tho. We ran into so many people we knew from school - it was basically new school central. Its fun to go out and have a good time, but its kind of a buzz kill when you and your friends are the youngest people there. The bartender had wild dark hair and this crazy sun/star tatoo on her eye. It was so gypse-esq that it was worth describing. The music being played was killer. First they had Janice Joplim and Bob Dylan and then Billie Holiday. We stayed there for longer than 3 hours; I never know how we entertain ourselves for so long, but we do. :)
Then the four of us found our way back to our favorite 24 hr place, Waverly, and Rel ordered a spinich pie, which is still the funniest thing in the world. Who the hell orders a spinich pie? Alex was so tired; I think he fell asleep on the table. I ordered breakfast like I usually do. I realized that I never eat breakfast except at Waverly after midnight. Thinking about it now, we left about a 4¢ tip, but Alex just said "we can tip Waverly more next time." because that makes sense and everything.
and then I came back to my room alone because alex was tired. I danced alone in my room for like 20 min to the blow (WHO I'M SEEING TOMORROW) because I was still kinda feeling it, and I would feel it by myself with the 4x4 dance floor that is my room, thank you very much. Tiff and one of her friends came in and we talked for an hour or so, and by 5AM I realized that I had to get up in 4 hours for my 10AM Saturday class. ugh god. waking up at 945 with a painful headache & having to go listen to someone speak to you in another language and then having to act like you understand is HARD.

so instead of sitting in my room all day & feeling sad and sorry about how lonely i was, I decided to get out.
First I bought a pair of black ankle books. i don't really need a reason for it. I just saw them and they were 13 dollars - jackpot. And I put on a more stylish outfit because I wanted to go walk around in soho :)
It was a long walk down there & seemed even longer b/c of the ice & cold & such, but totally worth it. I love soho. I totally want to live there in a few years (i'm perfectly content living in the more expensive west village since i'm not paying for any of it). I finally made it to Housing Works Book Store which I had been wanting to go to for a while & today was the perfect day. It was a totally cool place. Not only is it full of cool books & coffee (shit, what a fantastic combo) but its full of intellectual soho-ians. I picked up a few books and sat down at a little table to try and decide which one. Behind me, three people were sitting over coffee discussing non-traditional racism and then its relation to religion. This might seem overly/sickenly pretentious, but it wasn't. The people next to me were talking about art and a funny encounter at D'Agostinos. and the 5 people behind the counter were sarcastically bouncing off jokes about burning money & if there was a fine for it. I decided to get "Intro to Buddhism," and got a nice warm cup of coffee to go with it. I can't wait to find another reason to get down there.
Since I wanted to make the yoga class at 7, I took the subway back. I ran down the steps for the prince street stop, and the train was there exactly when I got down the steps. So I swipped and ran onto the train as the doors were closing. GOD, IT WAS SO NEW YORK OF ME!
& then i took power yoga, which is exactly what its called. So its the whole relaxation and downward-dogging (which honestly still sounds like a sexual thing), but its a little faster and extream, so it makes you feel like you are a bit more powerful doing the warrior two pose (which honestly still reminds me of Paige & student teacher Mr. O).
Then I ate a salad & did homework.
ha okay, I am pretty lame, but whatever...