The weekend again? Seriously?

It's hard to find something to write about during the week after my amazing and event-filled weekend. But I guess there's something to be said for the mundane and everyday, I suppose.
The week actually went by very quickly; that's what's happens when I have 2 classes a day for 4 days. Essentially I have a Monday and a Friday for each class, which is pretty nice. It also doesn't hurt that I legitimately like my classes. They're challenging and enlightening, and unlike high school, where I had essentially 7 college classes to deal with everyday, I only have 2 a day. I actually have time to do my homework well, and I'm alert in class because I'm only sitting in a room for 2 and a half hours a day. It doesn't hurt that I'm not taking math or science this semester... :)
Before leaving for school, and actually way back in April when I was deciding where I should go, people kept telling me about the perceived lack of community in New York City. Obviously there was a community, people would say, but it was supposedly so different and somehow worse than the community I felt in St. Louis Park. Well, since I have been here over a month now, I think it's come time to comment on the sense of community and general familiarity I have here. It's amazing how well I've adjusted to a supposedly nearly opposite environment. Everyday, I walk past the same places; Anthology flower shop, Bob's Bagels, even the horrible BBQ restaurant, with its awful lingering smell and garish neon lights. My neighborhood is a little community in iteslf, definitely smaller than St. Louis Park. Manhattan in its entirety is only 13 miles long and 2 miles wide. Yet it is divided into mini-neighborhoods that have their own style. It's amazing that Washington Square Park (the "center" of our "campus") is in a different "neighborhood" than my dorm, and it's only 6 or so blocks away. I live in the East Village, and it's my community. Just the other day, I was standing in line in the grocery store, and the ladies behind me and in front me recognized each other and had an adorable conversation. What I'm saying is, that happens all the time at the Cub in St. Louis Park, but it happens here, too. I love how much I feel like I belong here, how I really do feel like I live in a warm environment. I was all prepared to have to be cynical and jaded and accept that I'm alone in a big city, but I don't have to.
This weekend is going to be so fun! Alex and Colette come down from Boston, waiting in line tomorrow for SNL tickets, hopefully SNL on Saturday, Asssscat on Sunday...and then MY BIRTHDAY on Monday (and no school)!!! I'm happy.