East Coast Ramblings of a West Coast Girl

...I've been wondering the same thing, because there are no showers at the moment.

I've been really, really yearning, desiring, wanting so badly to wear my bright yellow rainboots. I decided that it was a necessity to purchase them. It gets so rainy around here, you know, it's just right. But then, as fate would have it, once I bought them, the weather suddenly felt the need to change and not be so rainy like last year. Or what I remember about last year...all I know is that it rained more than it did back home in California. That's for sure.

The other day I decided to go to Kiehl's to check out if they have any fragrances to purchase. If you don't know, Kiehl's has wonderful products and they all smell so nice! On "Curb Your Enthusiasm" I could have sworn that Larry David went to the Beverly Hills Kiehl's to purchase a perfume called "La Jolie Fille" or "La Belle Fille" (something along those lines) for his wife. Aside from his awkwardness, I thought that that was a great name for a perfume! I wanted it. I desired it. Yearned for it, even.

So la dee da, I went to the flagship store (my first adventure to Kiehl's actually) on 3rd between 14th/13th. It was really nice there all the different products, but then, to my great fear, there were these people in long white jackets walking around.

Oh no...

No...

Noooooo...

But yes, they were indeed dermatologists. Suddenly my throat closed up, I became really nervous. I've been classically conditioned to hate dermatologists. Why? I mean, look at them! LOOK AT THEM! It's like they want to attack me. I've this fear that they'll look at me and say, "You know, Miss, we can fix you."

Fix me? Excuse me? I don't want your fixing. Leave me alone! I've done this too many times before! No! Get away from me! What are you doing!? What?! What's that? A needle!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH A NEEDLE?!! You're going to what?! But I -- No! Go! PLEEAASSEE LEAVE ME ALONE! (Don't I have enough stress with midterms, movie-editing, and endless essays??)

So I don't make any eye-contact with these people. I soon realized that they also don't carry fragrances like "La Jolie/Belle Fille." Maybe it's only in Beverly Hills...? No idea. Maybe Larry David lied to me (how could you, Larry?).

I suddenly had no stomach to stay in there any longer and sprinted out. Hey, but on the bright side, they didn't bother me. They let me be. Maybe the first time any doctor-type just "let me be". I sighed a sigh of relief and went on my way, back to my apartment, far, far away from Kiehl's.

No moral to this story. Well, maybe the moral is that we're all classically conditioned to fear something. Wait, that's no moral. The moral is that everybody hurts sometime. No, no...um...Look! Is that a bird in the air?! ...

...Over the weekend, Kiddies, I went to Central Park. I had to film for class. This last trip was by far, the best trip ever. So here, I have another video (very interesting especially if you're a fan of DOGS--so you should all be interested). I know I haven't been posting up my cartoons for the paper lately...so, here's this week's!

(Kimmel being the student hang-out of the Century. Sort of)