I'm at NYU right now. Sitting in the computer lab, waiting for a certain individual to finish checking email. Weekend went well. Thursday evening, the weekend commenced to a grand start- Annie Brown trekked over to a margarita party in a Fordham University dorm room. ..becoming inebriated in a dorm room kind of reminds me of prison. Actually, a friend Nicole spotted some boxes while dining in a NYU cafeteria some weeks ago of meat- hamburger meat for food. The boxes were stamped in large black letters, reading: "Grade "D" - For Prison and Dorm Use Only!!" hahaha. Simulated prison, it is!
On another exciting note, I got rather rediculous during this Margarita Party and made some offensive phone calls. I believe Prank Calling is the last territory of Social Science which has yet be taken seriously in modern academia. So many ways to fuck with a person anonymously or identified over the phone. Truly complex, and infinately dynamic. hahah....
Yeah. So tonight I think I will take in a viewing of various films, hopefully over a bottle of cheap red wine. I have very few pressing tasks this weekend. I think I might go purchase some new shoes tommorow though, I have 1 pair that isnt disgusting.
Thats all. Also, further on the topic of prison- I was reading an article about the many thousands of convicts who finish their sentences with a college degree each year. Maybe I should commit a felony, and get locked away for a few years. I could come out a new woman- with a free B.A., buff, and ...manlier after all the prison dykes have rubbed off or raped me. haha!!!!!!. Comments/ Thoughts/ Suggestions? !
I Dont have class tommorow either! hahaha. Im think im going to check out some musuems tommorow. Maybe ill drag Ryan along. Hopefully he'll come, he's often busy with films!!! FILMS!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHh. lately, Ive been going to classes, hanging out, spending time with my love (ha!!!), studying. I dont know why im writing in this box. Im sitting in my room. I hate my neighbors. They like Enrique Iglesias, the greaser with the big mole. Just an update. Someone told me I should write in the livejournal. I always feel dumb writing in the live journal.
I had a nutty dream last night, one of those time travel dreams.. I think a subconscious homage to one of my old favorite shows, Quantum Leap with the very delicious Scott Bakula. Anyway, I dreamt I could travel to different dimensions -nothing too life changing or crazily exciting, but slightly tripped out. For some reason its frightening to think about how things will be in 6 months, or a year, or a decade. Things are going rather pleasant now, but who knows. Looks as if we are headed for a major nuclear war in the near or far future. Im no political analyst of coarse, but, given the media propaganda, I'm seriously considering in investing in a gas mask. Yeah. That's about all. Have a good day, me.
It was suggested to me in a random conversation a few days ago that I should update my journal. Dear forgotten Journal, I neglect you merely because I am aware my words are sparked by influence of my naivete, trivialities, and bullshit. Yet, I go forth with a wooden staff, parting the seas of the information highway- perhaps it is Fate who demands I spew my ideas forth into the great web of textual and graphical bullshit which composes the internet. In Yo' Face.
What a long, hard road I have ploughed these last few weeks. A ticket, duffles, a jet, muggings, rapings, killings! So long Seattle. Goodbye green trees! Goodbye Space Needle! Goodbye thousands of drugged, mood stabilized and prozac-laden neighbors, friends, lovers. Wow. Hello Bronx.!
What can I say, these last few weeks have been similar to those days where you wrestle yourself out of the r.e.m. sleep youve been experiencing for the last 14 hours, as the mind cancels the mindfuck from the night before. But its been good. I like walking down the street and reveling in the majority when my unruly unrelaxed hair is at the heighth of nappiness in this ungodly humid weather. Maybe I should invest in a Do-Rag. I think it would suit me. (comments/ suggestions on the do-rag are requested)
On another note, I started classes about 3 weeks ago. Yay for inching closer and closer to adulthood. Shit, not really. Damnnit. *lights cigarette*
Its funny how things work. My whole childhood and adolescence focused on preparing for the ultimate- being alone. Then you are alone for a couple years; marry someone...possibly divorce, die. Hell! *Toasts* Good fuckin' times!
On another note, Im actually am really enjoying myself (shocking!) and think you bitches should come visit me.
Well.. thats all. none of this bullshit made any sense anyway, I dont even know what the point is. Im tired. I should take a nap. Woo!! NAP TIME! IM IN MY PJ'S! NAP!
Yeah. I had a pretty good weekend. It would have been better if I didnt have so many car/ transportation issues. Such is life, I suppose. So I leave on Saturday from my house, for Joanna was kind enough to pick me up because she was on the Eastside. Met up with Ryan and Erin, checked out Hempfest, saw some old people. Had a pretty fun time. Then I wake up this morning to my irritating mother berating me for not being home so she could go make confession at church. Jesus christ. When I feel a rush of anxiety or nervousness from moving far away from the family, I remember my independance and not having to put up with irrational bipolar parents. And its not just "hey i'm pissed off at you". Its "hey, you worthless piece of shit," "You wont be able to handle moving away" i love a good emotional beat down. And they wonder why Ive been acting progressively more smug. One must emotionally prepare themselves in some fashion, christ almighty.
Oh well whatever. I guess im just feeling nervous. 6 days until I move. I think things will work out for the best though, they usually seem to.
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