Sleep Deprivation

I haven't been sleeping. Something about wanting to sleep through the days I'm stuck in New York, and being awake at night when I don't have a reason to go outside. It's pathetic, really. The waiting game has begun. I have freshmanitis. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life next year. There's nothing I want more than to go to University of Washington, Seattle, this Autumn.

Anyway. Here's an email I wrote to my boyfriend after pulling my 3rd all nighter of this week. There's nothing special about it, I just wanted to put it somewhere I'll be able to find it later. To avoid any confusion, Gus is the mouse that lives in our room and has taken up a temporary residence under my wardrobe. I don't really care as long as he doesn't poop on my stuff. :

"...it took my roommate 40 minutes to make a piece of toast. that shes now eating with a fork.

is this how normal people act on the mainland?

is it a common practice to ONLY walk on the balls of one's feet?

does the average college student go to bed at 9pm?

is it barbaric that i eat toast with my hands?

is it weird that i cant ever sleep because the city is always lit up like a fucking christmas tree?

to all these questions i should hope the answer is no.

because if its not, i want to go home and stay there where it takes me 30 seconds to make a piece of toast.

this city is gross and full of pollution and rude people who think they're better than everyone.

id rather live in a city polluted by priuses and starbucks because at least the rain smells like rain and not like infectious diseases.

greatest city in the world, my ass.

my only confidante is gus, and he is afraid of me.

all he wants is a meadow and some peanut butter.

i wish i could help him."