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I've been spoiled the past few months. And I know it. And while it can be a good thing, it also makes you pouty when you don't get what you want. Being someone who hasn't had everything handed to me my whole life, I learned to be grateful for whatever I got when I got it--even when it was something menial. I appreciate everything to the fullest still, but I have become spoiled by my boyfriend who insists on buying lots of things for me a lot of the time. I've grown accustom to it...which can be a negative because then you just start expecting things...and I hate expecting material things (what do they really count anyway?). And yesterday in the city I realized just how spoiled I am becoming because I stood in Times Square pouting for at least a half of an hour for not getting what I wanted: tickets to Broadway. I was a few pouts away from stomping my feet all the way from 42nd street to 34th street. How fucking stupid is that? I mean, after all Ryan has done for me, on top of everything that he paid for yesterday (because he didn't want me to pay for anything), I still had the nerve to be angry with Ryan when we couldn't see The Lion King on Broadway. And none of it was his fault, which makes it even stupider times twenty-thousand.

We had a great day. He got to my dorm room around 8am, and we hung out a bit before we went to a diner to catch some breakfast. That was already a great start because I haven't gone out for breakfast in forever...and I haven't been to a diner for breakfast in even longer than forever. So, after breakfast, we went to Mineola train station where we caught a train into Penn Station. I started walking in the wrong direction because I'm a Silly Sally, and he followed, thinking that I knew what I was doing. After seven blocks I realized I was going the wrong way, so we backtracked and eventually wound up in Times Square. We went to Toys 'R Us and rode the ferris wheel because he hadn't done so before. Afterward, a trip to the M&M store was necessary and we both got our M&M aura read, and we're both silver M&M's :). Anywho, we dilly dallied a bit more and then I remembered Bryant Park was nearby and we went. What a bore...no fun tents with cool shops, no pretty fountains, or catchy music. Just tables and seats and hella long line for the ice skating rink. Bryant Park prior to Christmas is kinda boring. From there we went to Central Park which was ridiculous getting there because we took the F train and that put us way way way way underground. We walked up about six or seven flights of stairs to reach sunlight. And then we walked about four or five blocks to get to the Central Park Zoo. After glimpsing in the gift store which had really cute stuffed animals, we walked past the Zoo really quick and found our way into the park which was beautiful. The leaves were orange, brown, yellow, and red. And some trees were totally naked already. The squirrels were fiending for nuts, little doggies had argyle sweaters to keep them warm, the duckies were happy to be getting so much attention, and the pigeons seemed a little depressed because the ducks were more appreciated than they were. Central Park is huge, however, and I didn't get to see Strawberry Fields...and I'm kinda alright with that because before we even got to the Park, my feet were killing me (not a good idea to wear heels). Ryan and I got lost in Central Park, on the many little paths covered with leaves, but eventually found ourselves by another smaller lake with a single little motorized sail boat and a few ducks. We both got a little sick of the Park and walked out...and then walked for another thirty blocks or so to get to a steakhouse that Ryan wanted to take me to. Smith and Wellensky? Apparently it's really famous...why ain't I heard of it then? Anyway, we got there, and it was very, very pretty. Even the bathroom was attractive. And here I had great wine, great steak and THE best fucking broccoli I have EVER had in my entire life. The cheesecake wasnt so bad either. My feet screamed at me when we had to stand up to leave. Once again, boots are not a good idea. We hailed a cab back to Broadway to catch a showing of The Lion King. Yeah, they had seats but the only seats available were $125 or $200. Fuck that. Plus, they didn't take Ryan's card, so we were at even more of a loss. I was a little upset at that point, but I figured we could still see The Little Mermaid or Young Frankenstein. False. Ryan wanted to wait (probably because he knew they weren't going to take his card and he didn't want me paying for us). And at that point, places that weren't restaurants, outside of Times Square, started closing and we couldn't think of anything to do. And that's when I started to pout. And Ryan felt badly about it too. But all I could do was pout. I stood there, up against a building in Times Square and just made a pouty face, and refused to give him kisses. Why? Because I'm stupid and unappreciative and spoiled. No longer was I appreciative for the train tickets, the ferris wheel ride, Central Park, the uber expensive dinner, cab ride, the entire fucking trip in general...because I've grown accustom to that kind of treatment...and I wanted more. sigh. I feel badly about it now because on the train ride home he kept promising me that we'd do it again and that we'd go see a play and that it would be better than this trip. And the thing is, it was a great trip despite my really sore feet. I got a day in the city with my boo, and that's all that really matters. So I feel like an ass for making him feel like the day wasn't enough...but I made it up to him later :)

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I have to get ready for class. It's in thirty minutes. Peace out.