I think if I were in high school again, I would have loved tonight. Like, love loved. I spent tonight hanging out with four gay boys who quote musical theatre and talk about who made out with whom and OMG I LOVE hannah montana.

I might die.

I'm kidding, of course. I will survive this summer and my living situation. But maybe just barely. There are only so many jazz hands I can handle.

In other news, I am going to New York Cityyyy tomorrow. So that's nice. I'm visiting Hillary for a few hours, sleeping, eating lunch with her in the building where they filmed Sex and the City* (which is also where she works), and coming back home. But for 30 bucks, that's fine. And it will be great to see her once more before she runs off to ... somewhere.

Plus, I got a job. A weekend nanny job. Now I just need something during the week to occupy myself. Because my friends are all working M-F 9-5 jobs and I will be lonely. And I'll go stir crazy. But at least I'll have some sweet dough.

*Maybe I'll be in the same elevator as SJP was in. OMGZ LOL!!1!!!111!!!!eleven!!1