I should have updated this thing a lot sooner, but what are you going to do? Here's a recap of the last few days:

- Went out Thursday nite with a friend. Don't remember the name of the club, but I had a great time. We went to Happy Hour at some placed called BBQ's. The drinks were cheap and I had three of them. Two apple martini's and a bahama mama. Good shit. Then I had two, eh, I don't remember what they were at the club, but they were good. I wasn't drunk, but I was niiiiice. Nice enough to be hopping in the street and dancing the entire nite. Yeah, I never dance - but that's exactly how much fun I had. Must go back, especially after seeing Eva from "America's Next Top Model" walking around. The woman is gorgeous. I hate Missy.

- I've gotten lost about four times in the last three days. Got lost around 4:00 a.m. on Canal coming from the club on Thursday. On Friday I was meeting up with my friend Ashley in Harlem and couldn't remember where the train was. After leaving Ashley (who showed me a great time, by the way), I couldn't remember where the N/Q train was on 34th, so I was lost in the rain. And not to be outdone, I got on the wrong train so I missed my stop in Brooklyn to meet up w/ my patna Terrance. And if that's not pitiful enough, even when I got to the right stop (DeKalb), I couldn't recognize it, so I almost said fuck it and went home. Luckily, cooler heads prevailed. I get the feeling if I leave my bed, I'll probably forget how to return to it, too.- Yesterday I moved to a new suite. My other suitemates didn't care for the room and wanted us to band together to tell the manager that we deserve better. I joined them, although I had no idea of how bad the apartment was: I've rarely been there and when I am there, I never go into the kitchen. Roaches in fridge bad, very bad. That alone warranted a new room. They were pushing their luck complaining about the paint and dry wall, though. Drew Hall would have scarred them for life.

- I want to fight my dermatologist. No really, I want to fight him. Perhaps it's not entirely his fault, but I must blame someone. To make a long story short, I went to him hoping to cure something that turned out to be nothing compared to what the allergic reaction I had to the medicine has done to my neck. Deep sigh.

- Tomorrow I begin my first internship at MTV. Everyone is asking if I am excited. Honestly, I've been more concerned about hunting down my dermatologist, and figuring out where can I exercise (I wanna be fine, yal). But, as I type about it now, I'm getting excited. I'm sure it will be a great experience. An experience I hope leads to career opportunities (hint hint, people). The other day I did see Gideon Yago. That was pretty cool. I'd love his job/life.So I've done parts of Brooklyn, Harlem, Central Park, rode the 6 like J.Lo, partied, ate a hot dog (don't eat beef, but hey, you have to try them...yummy for mystery meat) and gotten lost. I think that's pretty good for the first week. Alright, enough blogging. Now it's time for me to get ready for tomorrow. I did come here to work, y'know.