Bad Day

This is one of the long overdue posts. DC is thoroughly amazing. I've gotten to do so many things the average person probably would never be able to do in their lifetime. Wow- ego boost. Dc is truly a lovely place, but like i said before, my heart is in NY. Maybe it's the people, the memories, the bonds that were forged in NY that makes me miss the city more. I really don't know.

Living in DC reminds me that I can do anything I put my mind to. I'm a strong person and if I stay focused, I will achieve greatness. That sure is one bold statement.

Things have to go downhill in order for you to appreciate/eventually realize the better.

This morning I was escorting a friend to the door because he was on his was to the airport. Long story short, I locked myself out. Consequently, I spent 20 mins knocking/ringing the doorbell. It was cold, miserable, and I was phoneless/keyless (if you haven't already guessed). I called the person in charge and he told me on the phone that the other 15 girls in the house called the police because SOMEONE was knocking/ringing the doorbell incessantly. So after about, an hour ordeal...I came in and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.

I am running on 3 hours of sleep. It's not a very pleasant experience. At work, everyone knew something was wrong and that made me even more peeved. I hate allowing outside experiences to influence my performance.

My friend back at school died. I wasn't close to her, but it was someone I knew. God bless her family.

Sadness comes in 3s.

Waiting.