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New York has now become an obsession: I've listened to Empire State of Mind and New York, New York more than any other song.

Crap.

These next two weeks would feel weird:  It's the homestretch, kind of like my last two weeks of school except I get money for it.  No, I'm not working only for the money because if that were the case, I would want to work somewhere else without a college education, and as we know in today's society doesn't fly.  (Open for debate.)

I don't know what to do for this stretch run.  There's always these bounds of professionalism that I always have to follow, but it doesn't seem like it.  I've been telling my co-workers that I'm leaving in two weeks.  Doing that doesn't seem so professional because, well, it's like bragging ninety-nine percent of the time, and I really, really hate "bragging" about these kind of things, and I really do think that it's straight up unprofessional without any reason to back it up besides my state of thought, whatever it is.

There's a certain thrill in following decorum, but if I don't even know what the proper decorum is for certain situations, then how do I learn?

On the fly?  Sure.  I've done it a lot of times, but I don't think I can do this one on the fly.

That's fine, I guess.  I'll do it that way, get scolded for a second and life moves on, I really don't know.

1. When I got to work this morning, the sous-chef told me that something was wrong with my face, then later told me to get more sleep.  I'm agreeing with him, as I could really feel my body somewhat giving up on me with only six hours of sleep per day.  Hypocrite I am though for not getting more sleep right now as I type this blog.

2. Random analogy that I came up while driving today:  Counting down days to any specific event that anyone is waiting for is like staring and/or wanting to touch a random, pretty stranger's boob.  Think about it:  it's okay to think about them, but if you touch them, you're screwed.  Lurking Variables not included.

3. I keep thinking it's Friday.  A lot of people are getting shitfaced tonight because of St. Patty's day.  I would keep a tally of who doesn't show up to work tomorrow because of the after-effect of this said holiday, but all the cooks that I work with are Mexicans who have no clue what the holiday is about, so that cancels that.

4. Watching a whole high school tennis game today was pretty exciting.  It came down to the last match, which Westchester won 4-3.  Still proud of these babies, and I must say that it motivates me to... hang out with people and play.  I've just been too shy about it, I guess.  But it's good to know that people want to genuinely hang out and just play.

5. Tomorrow ought to be fun.

I endorse Pandora Radio.  No, they're not paying me.

I've had to upload my iTunes as many times as I have had to recover my computer (four) and it's no fun.  I mean, downloading iTunes itself without music is already time consuming, and trying to figure out what songs I should get is even more of a hassle than it is.

With Pandora however, I just put whatever I want to listen to, and it plays it for me.  And while I write this blog, I'm hearing/experiencing more songs that I have ever had in my thirteen years of living (Yes, I did discover the magic of music when I got in the States).

I figured that with all the routine-laden activity that my life requires, I needed something random to throw it off, and it's just that.  

I concede to heartbreak.

I've been denying it a lot of times, restating it in many different ways possible, when in the end, it's only one thing and nothing else.

I've come to this conclusion thinking about how I was willing to do anything for this specific person, but I don't think I got anything that I expected back.

I could always say that I'm bitter, which I am, but there's no purpose in crying over spilled milk.

I just concede to it, so that this thought wouldn't bother me as much as it usually would.

That's all.