Okay. So going out.

Have put on at least 10 outfits and nothing is making me happy. I need new clothes. Really. I do.

I bet Napoleon did not have this problem. And the Jessica Simpsons and Olsen Twins or whatever certainly don't have this problem. But whatever. They suck anyways.

It is between classes and we were talking about where to go out tonight.

I don't know.

Manhattan and I just don't know. You kinda get sick of the whole thing sometimes. Plus, I'm kinda poor.

Sometimes, I wonder how many of the people who live here are real New Yorkers. I mean seems most of NY is people from everywhere but.

Being grumpy.
Ignore me.
Ugh.