*feelsclaustrophobic*

I went to NYC this weekend with my mum and sister. I guess it's nice and all but it is completely beyond me why anyone would want to live there. The volume of people versus the amount of space for them to occupy is just ridiculous. IT'S TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE. Even when we walked into the hotel there were people sitting and standing all over the place in the lobby. Craziness. Otherwise, though, we had a good time. We went to see a few Broadway plays (Phantom of the Opera, Rent, and The Producers). I don't really get why Rent is such a big deal. The singing was good and that one song was good but....Story?Dialouge? Notsomuch. But who am I to judge. If everyone else loves it then so be it. I will not deny them their enjoyment. In other excitement, we saw a dead homeless guy in Central Park. So that was fun. OOH! And I finished Harry Potter on the plane! Not that I was happy about the ending. (Don't worry. I'm not saying what it was and if anybody else does I will hurt them...Dave). All I have to say is that the next book better be at least 1000 pages full of happiness. Love and happiness. Love, happiness, and glee. All of these things. That's all I have to say about it.