it is hot in New Haven.

Like, really hot. I haven't taken a shower that wasn't freezing cold in the past week and a half. My apartment gets great light, and the downside of that is that we get great HEAT. It's like a little toaster. Miserable.

Otherwise, things are wonderful here -- I dropped one of my classes for second session of summer school and so have very little work to do other than read interesting books and watch several interesting if depressing movies -- Boys Don't Cry, Schindler's List, American History X, etc. My American Studies seminar has three people, one of whom is like 8 feet tall and talks really really loudly, another of whom is about 4 feet tall and barely speaks at all, and myself. Hm. Happy medium? Or something. But the professor seems entertaining at least...though she used the phrase "super-interesting" 13 times in a two hour period. AFter the first four I started a tally. Let's hope she kicks THAT little habit.

My roommate, Zan, is going to Israel for a week and a half tomorrow morning -- so I'm going to have the apartment to myself. I'm not sure what to think about it. It's going to be *empty*. But I suppose the quiet will be nice -- the only things truly on my agenda for the next few weeks are watching Top Chef like it's my job and catching up on X-Files episodes. I am on Season 2 (I'm rewatching all 9 seasons frmo the beginning) and it is truly joyous. Like, spectacular. I have a million novels lying around that I've been waiting to get a chance to read so hopefully I'll be able to do that too.

I, by the way, am missing Redhot like crazy. I got so sad the other day that I started singing 42nd Street. Why? Why would I do something like that? It got THAT bad. I always take Redhot for granted towards the end of the year, because I spend so much time with them it just feels so normal -- then we're all scattered for the summer and I never know what to do with myself.

OH! Just this weekend I went up to upstate NY to see my sister perform at her musical theater camp. She was Ariel -- the lead in Footloose -- so basically she strutted around stage wearing little denim short-shorts and a lot of makeup, dancing ridiculously and singing some of the worst/best music ever. I have Let's Hear It For The Boy stuck in my head -- and, not gonna lie, it's basically the best thing I could imagine. But really it was so good to go see her. I am so proud, I don't even know how to express it -- it's what she loves to do best, and it makes me so happy to see HER so happy. It's always a little bittersweet, though -- reminds me of how much I love musical theater, and how much I miss it. I always get so nostalgic, and make all these plans to jump back into it. This year. This year. Truly. It'll happen. OH and the other day my roommate and I used our borrowed tortilla press for the first time. Seriously delicious. Justin, I thought of you. Like, really.

More soon -- I've been ridiculously busy considering it's July. Hmph. I should have much more time -- that is, much more time to count down days till retreat. Hours? Seconds? I'm considering it.

also I kind of just wrote a lot and about very little. Oops.

--E.