Frighteningly Interesting Music Video.

Kate Nash's "Later On." She's a great British singer who's lyrics about young angst are quite relatable and honest. A little bit of Halloween dontcha think? You be the judge. Leave comments below.

BBM Convo

F = friend
M = me

F: Would you be opposed to going out in the city? We could meet up with one of your friends
M: One of my friends?
F: The dates
M: Ha that's funny. I have nil
F: Danielle's friend or the one who you got lunch with
M: Yea no. I squashed both of them like tennis matches. Where's my trophy?
F: Lol no go?
M: Nope. I've come to the slight conclusion that I don't have time to date right now
F: Yea good conclusion
M: So I shall remain slightly bitter/comfortable with being single til I graduate. I hate my life
F: I shouldn't be dating. He takes up too much time
M: Ha! You couldn't stay single if you tried
F: Lol yes I could.
M: When was the last time you were single? Hahaha I can't remember
F: But they are nice accessories :)
M: Ew you just referred to your boyfriends as accessories. Fucking cow lol
F: Lol cow!



MOOO.

How to Entice Your Man

Easy as pie! Choke on something then get one of your girlfriends to resuscitate you. Red Urban Toronto agency made this advertisement for Canadian company Fortnight Lingerie.

Weather.

It snowed Monday through the night to early morning. We got about 5 inches. The roads were shitty but luckily (and surprisingly) the roads were cleaned.

I'm sick of the cold.

Happy Tuesday y'all.

Picture Book.

Another weekend recap. What do you know, you should be glad I'm posting it on a Monday night rather than 4 days after today. The long Presidents' Day weekend was eventful. Lots of activities, friends, fun times, and laughs. And of course some drinks to keep everyone merry.

Thursday - Got let out early from my internship because the Internet was down. Woof. Saw Brooklyn for the first time and was able to make it down there via subways all by myself. I'm a big girl :) Went to dinner at a place in Murray Hill called Pio Pio. I think it's Peruvian food, which is interesting because I've never been to a Peruvian restaurant. There was fried calamari, fried plantains, half of a roasted chicken, yellow rice, and two amazing additions: Sangria and a PLATE FULL OF SLICED AVOCADO. My love of the uncanny fruit (yeah, it's actually a fruit, folks) is quite...intense.* Okay, not creepy intense but I fucking love avos. I'm surprised I'm not green from eating so many. I have been abstaining from buying them lately though because I'm budgeting :) I've been a little hectic with spending this past weekend, taking care of bills, paying people back that I've owed for a very long time, and just getting groceries that I haven't gotten for 3-4 weeks.
*one weekend in Jersey at Tor's house, Mama G was fixing us up some snacks before we went to the first Irish dancing benefit I went to. She said, "Do you guys want some avocado with the nachos or are you good for now?" My ears immediately perked up at the word "avocado." "Mom, you had Jules at avocado," Tor said. She was absolutely right. Whenever someone even says the word, my attention span increases to something higher than what it normally is (which is not that high in general...I have a really hard time focusing sometimes). 

A plate full of heaven. 

Friday - B-E-A-UTIFUL WEATHER. Perfect for running outside, which is what we did for practice. A 3.5 mile run from campus to the boathouse. We were there from 2:45ish to 6:30ish at night re-rigging boats. Woof. Picked up the biffle nugget at the train station and we made homemade pizza with McKeon, Quinonerz, & Frump! We were definitely successful too! I popped open some red wine and was very satisfied with my first time helping with homemade pizza. I was in charge of rolling out the pizza dough on a baking sheet. Whole wheat crust, sauce, shredded mozzarella, sauteed onions, green peppers, pepperoni, and turkey sausage. Add the bottle of red wine I won last weekend in Jersey with some great company and you've got yourself an awesome Friday night dinnah with some fwiends :)

Oh yeah. Communal-made heaven better than Digiorno. 

Frumpy wants some homemade pizza! Nom Nom

Saturday - a erg/aerobic/run relay for morning practice. Saw the movie The Roommate with Quinonerz & Frump. It had those jumpy, scary movie moments but it was overall kinda funny, a bit dumb, and you could totally tell is was low budget. But one has to admit, having crazy bitch, bipolar roommates is not okay and could totally happen in real life. I remember I went to a high school alum social a few years back and a girl I had homeroom with was telling me she had a bipolar roommate who keyed her car. Holy shit! Saturday night involved bowling, an activity we haven't done as a group before but it was nice to mix it up. There was a place in Yonkers that had a Saturday night special: $20 for 3 games and shoe rental. And there was also a myth that this place also had $3 pitchers. But it was a rumor because the pitchers were $8.50. Huff. We still had fun anyways. I went but simply watched. After bowling ended at midnight, we all drove back to my place for some beer pong and some chill hanging out. I envisioned a huge rager (not really) since my two roommates would be gone and I didn't wanna spend a Saturday night drinking alone. The night was fun.

Sunday - sunny enough for a run but spandex were definitely needed. Around 35ish degrees outside, almost got attacked by a stupid Jack Russell Terrier. Little shit. Good thing his owner had the little fucker on a leash. WoOoOoOof. Oh, and I need new running sneakers. My Asics that I usually wear when I run were too gross from running to the boathouse on Friday. We worked in the mud and walked through huge puddles of mud/melting snow. I used my old Nike Shox...eh painful.

Friends tell me I also need new socks. But I have a problem getting rid of socks if just one out of the pair is messed up or has a massive hole in the back, bottom, or toes of the sock. I have about...hmm...a shit ton of pairs with holes in them. Anyways, I need new shoes more importantly. Ones that don't have revealing hard plastic rubbing against the skin on my achilles causing blood to get on said socks, and causing me great pain when I walk. Now, I have socks that have holes AND blood on them. Cool. Kinda makes me look like a hardcore runner though, which is pretty badass.

Sunday also involved some sushi and ice cream with some friends. A great deal: any 2 rolls (from a list of certain rolls), soup & salad for $8.95. Holla. Washed it down with some Kirin Ichiban, Japanese beer I never had before. I like to try new things. But I must say it doesn't beat my beloved Blue Moons.

On our way to get ice cream at a parlor in Pelham called Double Rainbow (yeah, just like the YouTube video...you must watch, this guy is famous now for what seems to be him having an orgasm after spotting not 1, but TWO rainbows in the sky in the backyard of his California house. Old bear hippie man. Huff), we witnessed a group of cop cars with flashing lights speed down a side street with a row of houses. It was creepy but we followed in hot pursuit to see what was going on. We all had our own guesses at to what was going on: drug bust (after seeing about 4 of these cars drive on said street), Meth lab (after seeing a fire truck drive by with sounds and lights), overdose (after we saw an EMT drive toward the same area). I'll have to check the newspaper for more deets. We went back to the guys' house to play some Monopoly. I was the first to get a Monopoly, the first person to get the massive Free Parking pot, the first person to buy hotels for my properties, then get another monopoly, put more hotels on those...then I was the second person out. I never had a handle on my spending. I went home around midnight, with 3 of my guy friends still playing. Frump texted me around 1:30ish in the morning. After 5 hours and 18 minutes, the token Turk of our clan won.

The champ is here!

Hope everyone else had an eventful long weekend :) Happy Presidents' Day y'all.

They really don't give a shit...stupid!

Randall. A funny guy who I do not know. But his Nat Geo commentary is hilarious. These are a few of my favorites.

Hands No Speak Americano

Jersey weekend recap

I notice an on-going theme with my weekend blog posts. I end up talking about last weekend at the end of this week. Huff. I'll still blog about other shit but I never find enough time to sit down and do a weekend re-cap until the new week is finally over.

Last weekend was set in Jersey once again for a FUNtabulous weekend of fwiends, family, Irish dancing, and great food, with a side of uncontrollable coughing* and lots and lots of tea. But before I delve into the awesomeness of last weekend, I started my Saturday with a lovely 2k massacre - an indoor rowing monstrosity with other colleges in our conference. I did well...sorta. I met my old PR. I didn't beat it but I'm right there, which is good. So God willing, maybe I'll get over my mental hump and finally break 8 minutes. The dream lives on.

We were off to Tor's again for another Irish dancing benefit and her boyf Andy Pants and our friend Frump came along with us. Frump has never seen Irish dancing up close and personal and didn't have much experience with the Siege of Ennis. Okay, he actually hasn't had any experience doing the Siege of Ennis. But he still had a great time sweating his nuts off on the dancefloor.
*Since I had a bad cough, Mama G, Tor's mom, made me a Hottie Tottie. A shot of whiskey, hot water, and honey. But a "shot" in Irish terms is more like 1/4 of a cup of whiskey. It's supposed to knock you out and have you wake up refreshed the next day. Like a nightcap with medicinal benefits.

While we were at Tor's house, we checked out her old Irish dancing dress. These things are elaborate and expensive. Glittery goodness, bright and vivid colors, and funky wigs. The wig part is still a mystery to us all.

Look! It still fits! 

We left the benefit with some prizes too! Frump won a donut maker, I won a gift basket with two glasses, a bottle of Red wine, and a $30 gift certificate to a restaurant in Jerzey. Tor won a Superbowl gift basket with trinkets from the game, and Andrew...well, he cheered us on for winning things. Oh, and without even being there, Mama G won an Amazon Kindle. No big deal.

My prize :) It's not a Kindle, but it makes ya feel gooooood. 

The next day, we ate some leftovers from a benefit that Tor's parents went too. The leftovers, a tray of yummy Italian goodness, was brought home. It included the cutest heart-shaped ravioli to celebrate that horrible "holiday" endorsed by Hallmark and sappy, romantic couples all over the universe: Valentine's Day. Better known as Singles Awareness Day by those bitter, single, folk. Even though I'm single, I managed to get 3 boxes of chocolate from 3 friends. Yeah, I'm cool like that. I'm gonna be fat too...that's a lot of chocolate.

How cahuute! That weird thing is an eggplant rollitini. 

We relaxed, hung out, laughed (I coughed), watched the Grammy's, and then drove back :( I didn't wanna leave. I was completely content with coming back to New Gross for graduation and staying in Jersey until then. Huff...that dream lives on too.

Such a cool ad!

Balls...everywhere. Color. I'm in heaven. The cover of The Knife's "Heartbeats" was precious as well.

This looks reliable...

On my way to the bank earlier today. It's one of those branches located in a local grocery store near my house. It's a nice grocery store. They have great deals (usually) and it's clean. However, they need to touch up on some of their exterior features. This can put their customers off. Oh, and their staff can use some polishing up as well. They're not as nice as the people in ShopRite.

Just saying.

Sorry Day

On February 13, 2008, Australian prime minister Kevin Rudd made a speech, moreover, an apology in the Australian House of Commons. The apology was toward the indigenous people of Australia, particularly those of the "stolen generations". Children of Aboriginal and Torre Strait descent were removed from their homes by federal and state governments throughout the country from 1869 to 1969. At the time, White Australian policies encouraged those of Aboriginal and Torre Strait descent who were not "full blooded" to be assimilated into the rest of society as to rid the country of indigenous culture. Aboriginal children were encouraged to take on "white" lifestyles, oftentimes being placed with white families. Some children attempted to run away, either being successful or finding themselves back where they started after being captured by the Aborigines Protection Board, who ironically, was a government board who had the power to take children from their homes without parental consent.

It wasn't until the 1990's that the Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission inquired about the removal of Aboriginal children.

Since I'm in the company of my good friend Tor's home with some friends, I won't go into the historical aspects of such a troubling time in Australian history.

Here is Prime Minister Kevin Rudd's apology to the Aboriginal people in February 2008:



I highly suggest you try to find the film Rabbit Proof Fence. I saw it in my Australian History class when I was abroad and it was truly a great film. It's based on a true story of escape, survival, and culture. Here's the trailer:

Preview of my weekend (not really)

No but seriously...this sport is the shit. Yes, I'm calling it a sport. People take it seriously and finally it is getting the credit it deserves. I have Tor to thank for this fascination I have. I told her I'm enrolling my children into this and they will be awesome at it. And we'll eat potatoes and biscuits and cheer for them during competitions as they become champions...WORLD CHAMPIONS.

Can't wait to see this



I just got GOOSEBUMPS.

More appropriate for my Ad blog

YES! I have anotherrrrrr bloggggggg. I had to make one for my Ad Campaigns class, which I love because it's full of the same rascals I had another Ad class with last semester. And then there are that handful of other people who weren't in our class who probably think we're weird.

The blog is called...ADVersaurus.

I didn't know what else to call it but at the time I was thinking about dinosaurs. So that's how it was conjured up. Please read it and follow me! ADVersaurus

But anyways, here are some funny TV spots for no reason other than sharing them with you. Hope they make you smile or laugh or pee.



"THE TICKETS ARE NOW DIAMONDS!"

So true, so funny. You should watch all of these commercials...


I couldn't post this ad on my wall. It was banned in England I think. But it's so cute! Watch
Banned VW ad "Bollocks" (2008)

This is so wrong
Watch if you dare

Follow my ad blog!

Dirty Girl Confession #2

As I've said in earlier posts, I currently have a reallyyyyy bad cough. I'm battling a cold/infection/flu-like symptoms/whatever.

I tend to do this every time I have  bad cough: buy cough medicine. Preferably syrup. I did it last year. My friend's dad is a doctor and sometimes if she was ever talking to him on the phone, I'd always have a medical question that I'd want to ask him. What can I say? I'm a Grey's Anatomy fan. One time I had a cough so bad, I asked her if she could ask him what helps with an uncontrollable cough. He said codeine. He asked for some basic info and about 45 minutes later, I was paying five dollars for codeine syrup at the local CVS. It helped.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily call this a "dirty" kind of confession. More like, "druggy" kind of confession. But I'm not a drug addict. I just sound like one. When I take cough medicine, I don't use those dainty, plastic cups the medicine comes with, even though they help when you're giving yourself the recommended does

WOW SIDENOTE
Some weird, Russian mob looking dude just approached me at the desk asking where the bathroom was (I think that's what he was saying). He had a blue-tooth thing in his ear (wow, he's so cool). And he slowly zig zagged to the bathroom down the hall. Uberrrrr creepy. Like scary almost. Ew he's coming this way. Eek! I hope he doesn't turn into a werewolf. What a fucking creep, he's walking so slow out of the building. Rahh!! Go away werewolf Russian mobster!

Back to my confession about cough syrup...

I had a really bad coughing spell on my way to night class. I had just gotten back from my internship, it was freezing out and I was making my way up the stairs. I have a hard time breathing in when I have these bad coughs. If I breathe in too much I start to cough and it hurts and it sounds really bad. I whipped out my bottle of cough syrup, listened for anyone in the stairwell. Nothing. Looked over my shoulder behind me. No one. I crack open the bottle and took a little swig. I felt better on the walk up. Kinda floaty.

Lil Wayne and his "drank"

Cough syrup. My medicinal flask. It kinda gives me upset stomach though. And gas. Woof. Its like something died in battle in my butt after drinking that stuff. Of course, I know this and still use it. What the hell is wrong with me?


This also reminds of the time I had a cough in Oz. What's great about the pharmacies (they call them chemists, it's so cool) down under is that you tell the pharmacist your symptoms and they give you what they suggest. It usually works wonders all the time because they're right and you don't need a prescription for most things. All of those syrups are behind them anyways so you can't get to them, which is good too. The Robitussin is in glass bottles and they don't give you those spiffy measuring cups. I cracked open this bottle in a public restroom while I waited for my friend to pee. Some woman looked at me with pure confusion and fear as she saw me swig from the bottle like a juice. I had no shame.

Soooo...I think it's a little late for a last weekend update

Didn't mean to rhyme but that's how it came out.

I've been meaning to fill you all in on my weekend a few days ago. "All" as in my followers who are probably going off to other cool blogs to read because they probably update theirs better than I do.

But if I could defend myself, which I will, the reason why I haven't updated this is because I've been sick. Deathly ill. Body aches, fever, chills, runny/stuffy nose, uncontrollable cough, sore throat, congestion. The whole nine yards. Tuesday sucked. Wednesday was better but still sucked. Thursday was okay but the coughing made it suck. Today, well, I'm hoping it'll just be okay.

Quick recap of last weekend...

Very enjoyable. Had something to do every day of the weekend.

Friday - hung out with old biddies; my old roomie's boyfriend and his pals were having a gathering in the apartment across the street from hers. I didn't drink because I had practice the next morning but I still had a good time sober. I saw some guy friends that I haven't seen in a long time or weren't expecting to see. Lots of laughs. I also saw my other roommates that didn't really care to see me. Meh, whatevs. They have a distaste for my old roomie that I'm still close with since freshmen year. Their loss :)

Saturday - Early morning practice, not too bad but still challenging. A late date, then dinner with same old roomie and other old roomie who transfered but came to visit for the weekend. We hung out in my old roomie's room before going to the bar around the corner. GREAT NIGHT. Saw sooo many familiar faces and friends and it was awesome because pretty much everyone I was friends with or knew well were in said bar. Don McLean's bar to be exact. I don't know if I went over that story about The Levy/Beechmont but I will in the future. I don't feel like talking about it right now. I even got to see my biffle nug who I don't see often on the weekends even though we live together :) $6 and lots of fun juice in my body later, I went on a McDoodle run with MK and friends. Oh, and a drunk dial ensued when MK and I called Muff Boobs. MK ate my fries. Quinones ordered the twenty-piece McNuggets for $5. And my roommates were summoned by a cab driver who came into McDoodle's to get them. Haha. Great moments.

Sunday - I crashed at MK's for the night. I basically had this whole Saturday night/Sunday morning thing planned out: park car in school garage, sleep at MK's, breakfast with old roomies, library, then gym. This was all to avoid having to drive home or pay for a cab. Everything is in such close vicinity to campus that I kinda wish I still lived near it enough not to need a car. A car makes things so annoying sometimes. And gas is fucking expensive. The biffle nug and I go to the Pelhamdale house for Superbowl fun with some close knit friends. Lots of grub, lots of laughs, lots of ooohs & ahhhs & ewws at the Superbowl commercials too. Biffle nug and I attempted to make a Midwest staple from her neighboring Wisconsin: cheese curds. Puffy, deep fried cheese. These didn't turn out like the authentic ones near her home but they still were okay. I'm not sure if I would want to fill my body with deep fried goodness next time. After Christina Aguilera butchered the National Anthem and the Packers won, for some reason nug & I get lost going home. My fault. I forgot when we were supposed to turn, making a five minute drive turn into a twenty minute drive home. It was foggy on the windows! Oh well, we shared some laughs.

Then this week came by and I got sick. Ew. I also had lots of work to do that I procrastinated on but still got done. I cancelled two dates, just so I can get better. Or hope to get better. Hopefully they'll be rescheduled. And I think they will be. No offense, but it's not like I planned on getting sick over getting free dinners. According to my internship supervisor, I was "pulled in a million directions" yesterday at the office. She had me doing lots of different tasks but I told her I enjoyed it because I was doing something different all day. I like being as busy as I was yesterday; no time to chat, I just kept on going with my work. And I even got a free massage!  A lady was hired to come in yesterday and gave everyone in the office a fifteen minute massage. Heaven. We all certainly needed one. I love not knowing what to expect at my internship...just these fun surprises at least. Oh, and the CEO was dog sitting for a friend so a lovely cockapoo was roaming around the office and barking from time to time.

I'll be off to Jersey tomorrow afternoon for some R&R at Tor's humble abode. We'll be Irish dancing again at some lovely function. Siege of Ennis, here I come! 1, 2, tree, 4, 5, 6, 7. Back, 2, tree, 4, 5, 6, 7. Circles! Circles! {all in an Irish/English accent}

I need to get my footing down by tomorrow night. AND I have the St. Valentine's Day Erg Massacre to look forward to tomorrow morning. 8 minutes of pure hell on an indoor rowing machine. Other schools in our conference will be joining us for this miserable event.

Got ran over by an 18-Wheeler

WAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHHHHH UGHHHHH GRRRRAHAHAHAHHA WAHHHHHHH MOMMMMMMMM AHHHHHHH UHHHH AHHHA ARGGGGGGHHHHHHH MOM! I WANT MY MOMMMMMYYYYYY WAHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH WAHHHH


{cough, cough, cough, sniffle, sniffle, cough, cough}

That...is how I feel.

Hate being sick. And it's no fun when your body says to you, "I'm gonna make your day a living hell. I am going to ache and make you feel like shit."

Dirty Girl Confession #1

If you haven't read my post weeks back (probably late December/early January) I wrote about a book I read back then called "Dirty Girls." A woman's (and man's) guide...er, confession to what us beautiful creatures do when guys/significant others aren't around. We are slobs. We are gross. We are more than just pretty faces. We hawk loogies when we cough (kinda like what I'm doing now as I battle a dry/productive/hurtful/uncontrollable/let's fuck with Jules kind of cough). We don't take the trash out until after the garbage collector comes. And cleaning the bathroom is like pulling teeth.

I figure it would be time to let my followers in on some of my habits/doings as they occur. I don't know if I've ever confessed to doing anything "dirty" until now. The idea came to me as I was in the middle of said "dirty" act. So here goes confession numero uno:

I rush home after night class. I stop at CVS to get some cough syrup, afraid to even breathe in because I know if I try to breathe in, I'm going to cough and a little pee is going to come out. And I'll find myself in that awkward stance in public with my legs close together, leaning to one side. After purchase and parking my car on my street, I walk up my steep hill to my apartment, taking short breaths as I near the front door. I run up the stairs, drop all of my shit on the ground and cough/crawl as I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet. I let out all of my inner dryness as I pee. I hawk a loogy into the toilet before flushing. I run back into the living room where I dropped all my stuff. I crack open the cough syrup and chug...maybe a good two tablespoons. I shower, clothe myself, make a quick salad in the kitchen while I boil water for tea. I rush to eat my minimalist/non-exciting salad with ranch, the only dressing I can find in our monster troll fridge (it needs to be cleaned/organized/tested for SARS/etc).

Instead of going along with the plan from earlier of making tortellini for dinner, I opt for the salad, tea,...and queso dip with tortilla chips. Yes, let over Superbowl grub. I quickly heat up the queso dip in a small bowl. I grab the new bag of Tostitos and sit on the futon against one of the walls in the living room. The lights weren't working so I sit in the dark and go to town. This is when I felt the most relax. It's not soup with warmth to cure this chest congestion but it hit the spot...sorta. My water boiled and a mug of cranberry tea and this post later, I'm done :).

I was going to blog about my epic sauce weekend but that'll have to wait, considering I had unexpected visitors come join me at work and watch YouTube videos of kittens, hair petters, and fat people falling. But I promise a weekend update will come in no time, just without Jimmy Fallon and Tina Fey.

Where's my Nyquil.

Don't be scared..just pet some hair!

It's Superbowl Sunday and I'm in the library doing "work" before I get my wings, chips & queso dip, munchy face on in a few hours. My friend Katie told me to check out this video called The Hair Petting Game. On our way to our internships last week, we were on the train talking about something along the lines of tactile learning. I'm a tactile learner (as well as a visual one) and when I see something that appeals to my touching sense I have an urge to touch it (obviously). This usually is the case with suede, weird fabrics, and a majority of the time: FUR COATS. Like long, costume-like, beast masks covering one's entire body. I just wanna stroke them. I don't even like fur coats but they look uber soft and lovely to the touch. Sometimes I just go for it, not knowing the person and hoping they won't feel me touching them.

"We're doing it on the way to work Tuesday," Katie BBMs me.

The death of me...

Urban Robot

I was going to blog about this last night after my busy bee kinda day but I was pooped! I went from waking up earls for the commute to the city, interned all day*, commuted back to New Gross and went to night class til 930pm. Made a dinner fit for a famished gymnast (if only I looked like a famished gymnast...maybe I should have said, "made a dinner fit for a UNICEF baby." But that's just wrong).
*Today, I manned the spinach & artichoke dip one of my superiors put in a crockpot. She had to leave the office momentarily and put me on "stir" duty. I didn't mind it. The shit smelled awesome and all I wanted to do was call it a day and steal said crockpot and gorge on cheesy, spinachy, artichokey goodness all on my own. Also, a breadmaker was ordered for the office and same superior made bread yesterday as well. Both bread and dip tasted awesome! I love the ad industry - one never encounters the same things everyday in the office. It seems like ad people have to keep themselves amused for the sake of creative juices to continuously flow in their brains when they conjure up creative and innovative ways of selling/promoting goods & services. I'm glad I'm an ad major...so far. 

Whenever I'm in the city at the peak hours of absolute chaos - around 830am and 530pm - I get this feeling of rush and hurry, especially yesterday on my way back to New Gross. I was walking through Grand Central to get to my platform and felt like a robot. For multiple reasons:

1) I knew what it was like to work in the city - chaotic rush to get from point A to point B and it seemed like I only had five minutes to do so - when it actuality I had ten minutes to spare. I even got a cappuccino beforehand and scored a nice seat on the outside of the aisle. The fact that I ordered a cappuccino was also weird because I usually opt for coffee or chai but I needed a boost for night class and energy for the commute back.
2) I resembled everyone, or a majority of, the people in the main concourse of GC: in a hurry, bundled up in winter wear, and had headphones in blasting fast-paced jams as I scurried gracefully past other people in my way. Also, I don't really do that thing where you don't know where the other person coming in your direction is going so both of you sway left and right and get confused, and laugh nervously and look dumb as often as I used to.
3) I have a mastered the art of fast feet - as to not bump into people coming my way and bypassing any confuzzle from other people in a hurry and tourist taking pictures. I even took this skill out on the streets. I walk past/cut off people who are slow. This is something I learned fast upon my arrival to New York years ago. And I kinda sorta have a better sense of getting around the city.

In conjunction to my observations, it just seems like everyone in large urban centers are constantly in a hurry and it could be for no particular reason. Has the way of life in fast-paced environments, in a way, program people new to city life to embody similar patterns as those around them? Adaption theory, you know. Do people block out distractions around them so they can get to their destinations quicker? (hence, the iPod/MP3 endemic that has taken over New Yorkers and other city dwellers full force).



I've always been a victim to music. For some reason, I just can't go anywhere without it. Even if I'm walking across campus, which takes me roughly 5-7 minutes, I need to be listening to music.

When I studied abroad in the relaxing, worry-free country of Oz, I noticed how people just kind of moped happily down sidewalks and took their time getting to places (at least the ones I saw). The biffle nug and I would look at each other if people were walking slow in front of us. We both had the tendency to walk with a fast gait. It came naturally to us - maybe because we always walked like that or maybe because we were used to a fast-paced environment back in the states.

Whatever the case may be, I don't see my tendency for zooming by faster than the road-runner to settle down anytime soon. And I'm not letting my iPod leave my side either.

"Ya gonna learn JAVA?!"

My friend Tor just said this to me as some more Computer Science 101 possibilities were running through my head. I wanted to figure out a way to embed Facebook videos into other websites. Facebook videos do not come with embed codes like YouTube vids do. Before I get into the logistics of such a scheme I thought I'd give it a shot. So, this one's for you, Tor. Hope you don't get mad you have yet another social link that connects you to me :) tee hee. Gotta love the Catskills.



If you have trouble playing it. Log into your Facebook account. If you don't have a Facebook account, tough shit.

Who's That Chick?

A fun, colorful way to learn lyrics, huh?



DANCE!