Huh?

5:45am. Upstairs neighbor vacuuming. Is it wrong to assume that drugs are involved?

I Don't Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

As some of you may know, my sister and I have a new man in our life. He is very short, green, and sings when we run water. His name is Kiwi. He is a parakeet! We're still getting used to each other and I think he's a bit suspicious of us. He screeches at us and flaps his wings as hard as he can and bites our fingers when we hold him, but I'm sure, in time, we'll all be fast friends. He is a fun little addition to our apartment and certainly livens things up. So everybody, here is Kiwi (and Rachel)!

Looking for A Partment

You read that right, my sister and I have begun the arduous task of finding an apartment (or a partment). And this is how I feel about it:

It's fun to search but difficult to actually get out and see the places. Especially when you're looking in midtown. And don't totally know what you want. And have to work on the weekends. So basically I think I'm going to either settle for something cheap or just live with Dad for another 10 years.

Coming soon (hopefully) pictures of my recent day trip to the coast.