playing.

omg, school is over!! it's funny to think that i am entirely done with my prerequites for med-school. i'm done with all of the basics, boo physics and inorganic chemistry. now for two more years of microbiology, cell biology, genetics, physio and anatomy. it's going to be heaven on earth. better yet, a nutrition class would almost be sinful.

i just had too. i had to go downtown. i love it downtown. i'm obsessed with the west village. the experience is euphoric. it's a surreal time warp for the self-stress induced upper east sider -- aged cobblestone streets cry to be danced and ran on, old buildings sing tunes of prohibition, sexual freedom, and the American dream, and the souls of those who’ve lived there creep up and draw green portraits against brick and iron backdrops. the buildings reflect the thoughts and ideas of gothic and european architects. most remind me of my grandparents -- deep wrinkles, cripple bones, heavy accents, broken English, funny sunspots, and an overall amnesia as to why the narrow streets attempt to run parallel to the hudson. an 18th century universe- "little bohemia" roots itself before the Comissioner's Plan of 1811, which is responsible for the creation and execution of the infamous grid lines, which now consummate the streets of manhattan. there are plenty of schools down there, as well. Farther east is the Bobst Library, NYU’s center for academic exploration and nerdy study groups. the streets are lined with cars and yellow taxis often struggle weaving themselves in and out of the tiny west village town streets. McNulty’s, perhaps the oldest coffee shop in manhattan, is situated right on Christopher street. The smell and taste of ground coffee is so dense you can almost see it, and the atmosphere is more than perfect for an intimate date—a perfect date actually. At least perfect on paper— pretty eyes, intelligent, self-disciplined, funny, slightly nerdy, gregarious, six pack abs, nice arms, and a total romantic. Dark hair, sunkissed skin, soft hair, and a sexy persona… what more could you ask for? Smart, sexy, great taste—a west village date, with robust espresso, delicate food, and two young souls making sense of the world around them—perfect right? Or potentially perfect?

There was something missing—I don’t know what, I don’t remember what it was—but there was something missing. Perhaps chemistry? or sparks? Or maybe fireworks? Or maybe butterflies in the tummy? Or that shiver in your kidneys? It, whatever "IT" is, just wasn’t there… sure there were moments, excitement, lust, and laughter… but nothing manifested. It didn’t work—maybe we didn’t fit? It was a failed reaction....too much base, not enough acid…

… "IT" will come again. soon enough. right now, New York is "IT." the West Village is perfect. New York is perfect. I love not having school. i am raping New York for all its worth. central park, washington square park, shows on broadway, comedy shows in the east village, cute restaurants, historical monuments, amazing museums, international food, superior academia, dumpy clubs, amazing pilates & yoga classes, and human contact-- touch and movement. New York is an amazing city-- it's the perfect city to grow and play in. george oshawa's motto was that living a life without playing, was a life not worth living at all. he coined the term makrobios, consequently being interpreted in the West as macrobiotics. there is so much more to macrobiotics than what we eat, and that's why i love it so much. i'm blessed to be able to eat brown rice and play in new york...

i love playing.