"I don't know man, I think they're called Purple Nurples or something..."

The quote above is from one of the awesomest TV-series I've ever seen. Why? Well, because Supernatural started its tenth season this Wednesday. It is a very fitting quote considering my new relationship with purple. Yes, I now have purple hair. (Just my bangs, not all of my hair). How did I come to the decision to dye my hair? Truth is, I didn't, my hairdresser did. When I first arrived here it was Fashion Week, so I got a promotion with which I could get my hair done at a "high-end" salon on Fifth. In desperate need of a haircut, I decided to cash in this Thursday. When I arrived, however, I found out that the "consultation" was a make-over. My hairdresser was pretty passive aggressive and she made a lot of comments about my old hair. (Soccer-mom hair, Country hair, Seventies hair, etc.) She was determined to make me look like a city-girl and she succeeded. She screwed me over too, because I had to pay a fortune afterwards, but let's not dwell on that. I arrived at the salon around two and left at 5:30. When I walked back to Grand Central a random guy stopped me and said the following:
"I love your hair, I gotta know your name."
"Er, Lisa."
"OK, cool, Lisa. High-five."
And that was that. A random stranger high-fived me on the street because of my hair. Weird, but also kind of awesome. All the people on campus agreed that I was now a metropolitan girl. We also saw "Scream 4" on Thursday. I didn't think it very scary because the story was pretty ridiculous. Come on, guys, seriously? We visited Brooklyn on Saturday and I absolutely loved it. Soho and Upper-East side have their charms, but Brooklyn is magical. I especially loved all the graffiti on the walls. And by graffiti I don't mean ugly felt-tip names. By graffiti I mean real street-art. Because of my newly found artiness people actually thought I was a New Yorker and I got asked where certain places were two times in a row. We just walked through Brooklyn and enjoyed the district that breathed art. We even found a street-poet that wrote poems with a typewriter. The houses were old, but pretty and the shops were small and all had their own character. As it started to get dark our group split up, because not all of us could appreciate the artiness and wanted to go to Soho to go shopping. The rest of us: Jullien, Charles, Lacky, Hannah, Marleen, Annie and myself decided to grab a bite. We ended up at a Thai restaurant and I ate delicious rice with chicken. After our dinner in the dark (yes, the restaurant was very dimly lit) we wanted to go to Brooklyn Bridge Park. Because of the cold we took a taxi, a real NY yellow taxi. The price was alright and it was totally worth it, because the view in the Park was amazing. We could see the skyline and took lots of pictures. Annie had an internship in Hanover and is practically a professional photographer, so she had a lot of gadgets that helped her take lovely group-photos. I will ask her for them and upload them soon. Today I skyped with Ilse and Anne and of course we had to take very creative selfies. I can't believe that this Wednesday I'm halfway through my course. You know what they say; 'Time flies when you're having fun!'

Yours truly,