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Today was an amazing end to an incredibly shitty week. I have been in the mood to talk about my life lately, something I am not really a fan of, because everyone loves to just judge everyone else. But here I am, about to tell you all that I actually had a day that has brought me out of my "I hate the world" phase that I have been in.

I had to wake up really early to go into NYC for my classes at the Manhattan School of Music, well it wasn't really early, maybe like 8:30ish. Once I got there, I met up with my comrade Francesca who I think is on the same brainwave as me, and still manages to be my friend though I am really not conventional I guess. I can't really find the right words to describe it, but she puts up with me and all of my shit. We went to the Broadway Cafe by the school to get breakfast. This place is actually one of the most amazing cafes I have been to. They have anything and everything, from hummus to lentil soup to grape leaves, so it kind of hovers around being Greek inspired, but they also have Kashi bars up the wazoo. I spend way way way too much money here and probably go at least twice in my ten hours spent at school. It is a quaint little building with a huge window facing Broadway, and every other wall is covered with mirrors and tiling. I got myself a cup of lentil soup and a bagel with scallion cream cheese which is INCREDIBLE, I must say. Me and Fresca talked about everything in our lives and how fucking annoying the people we deal with are, but that's a different story.

Unfortunately, I had to go back to class, and I spent two hours in musical theatre. Woo. We are currently preparing to perform Les Miserables, in which I am playing Eponine. I love the part, but I feel bad for Eponine because she is always the one who boys see as a friend and nothing more. Psh, I totally know how that is.

The rest of the day went along as normal and I had to go to ear training class, and for anyone who does not know what ear training is, it is a bitch. Mostly because my teacher is crazy and music comes so easily to him which is why he gets insanely pissed if you don't understand him. He does look kinda like Bill Cosby and wears the same sweaters as him, so I cut him some slack. I was supposed to have a test today and it got cancelled which was the best thing because I would have failed had I taken it. THEN, I got to go to the Broadway Cafe with Francesca again! I got an avocado, tomato, onion and pepper salad with iced tea which was heavenly. Fresca got a spinach quiche which she said was delicioso. We talked more about our lives, men, our plans for spring and summer breaks, movies, teachers, school, and like everything else you could think of. It was actually much more interesting than it sounds. Trust me.

I went back to school and spent an hour in the library looking up Adderley and Marsalis because I wanted some of their recordings which I was able to find, thankfully. Then I made copies of some music, sat by myself awkwardly as I blasted the Beastie Boys which prompted the library staff to glare at me, so I left. I had to go to theory class where we pretend to talk about music, but don't really because everyone always gets so off track talking about my teachers incredible sax skillz. I then had my private voice lesson with one of my favorite people Amy who told me all about her undying desire to go to Morocco and I convinced her that if she does go, she needs to bring me with her and bring me to bazaars and shops so I can buy massive amounts of stuff. I sang some stuff in my lesson and then I sat in the car for an hour on the way home while half sleeping and half reading.

It was a rather eventful day if I do say so myself, and nothing insanely bad happened like every other day this week. I also ordered myself a new Blackberry which should be here sometime this week hopefully! I cannot wait to finally have a phone again, because life without one has been harder than I ever thought it would be. I hope that you all have a stupendous Sunday and rest up, maybe read a magazine, get ur nails did, watch a movie, smoke a divvy or anything else that relaxes you because ya'll deserve it.

Is it bad that I tell myself I am going to fail, just so that if I succeed, I feel that much better about myself.