This morning, as Ithaca decided it was a funny joke to have a torrential downpour to welcome us back to Cornell, I was hidden away in the nook of a building trying to keep dry, waiting for the bus. I noticed a couple also waiting for the bus. I’ve been noticing couples lately–a reminder of what I had, of what I want.
As the bus pulls up, we all line up to get on, and just as they are about to get on, I notice that the guy gives her a hug, and continues on his merry way to class. Odd, I thought, until I notice that she is holding his ID card, with a bus pass on the other side, allowing her to take the bus for free.
My first reaction? “Aww, he gave her his ID card so she could take the bus while he walks to class in a hurricane. What a great boyfriend.” But then it occurred to me. Why the hell is he walking to class? The bus is only a measely $1.50. Sure, he could still have given her his ID so that she could ride for free, but who says he couldn’t have taken the bus too? Wouldn’t they have preferred to spend those extra 5-10 minutes together on the bus?
I decided there were a few explanations for this behavior. Either he’s too cheap to spend $1.50 to spend the extra 5-10 minutes (dry) on the bus with her, he’s too dumb to realize that he could do this, or he’s doing it on purpose to look like an awesome boyfriend (while hoping she is too dumb to realize he could’ve taken the bus with her).
How romantic.
Here’s another recap entry that nobody will really care about.
Woke up kinda late, kinda depressed. Putzed around for most of the afternoon until I had to go to the Street Fair at Barton with t3h Jer for another fun CSA event. We were giving out free temporary tattoos of chinese characters. I got the character for sexy, because I am t3h ub3r s3xy (with 3 3’s no less). Jerry’s tattoo says “right man,” so all you ladies out there, Jerry is the right man for you!
Then I gallavanted around Barton with Mei, where we picked up free goldfish and “stole” some of CVA’s delicious food. So I have a roommate for the next couple days (hopefully longer). His name is Richard Parker (to complement Mei’s Pi). By the way, while we’re on the subject, read Life of Pi. Its a delicious book.
Then we all skipped out on the street fair and went to see Garden State! The second time was just as good. I recommend you go see it if you haven’t seen it yet. This time we got to see it the whole way through (last time the projecter caught on fire). Oh and btw, thanks you guys for sitting in the back, after we saved all those seats for you :P. Yeah, so if you didn’t know yet, Zach Braff is my hero.
We concluded the evening at the lovely house at Cook St. where we watched the VMAs over some pizza, which I managed to get all over my white t-shirt. FUN! Oh yes, I’ve decided not to vote, in protest against MTV’s annoying voting campaign. Who’s with me?
And now, as Monday begins, its time to get cracking on the schoolwork. :D
Ok. I was walking home today after my one hour and fifteen minute class, and I was tired. I nodded off in class, as did many of my classmates. As I was walking home, I thought to myself, “Sh*t, I have 4 classes tomorrow, from 10:10 - 2:15. How am I ever gonna survive??”
Thats when it hit me. When did I become such a pussy? 4 hours of class too much? Since when? And its not just me. When I tell people about my “horrific schedule” they say, damn, thats rough. When did all of us become such pussies?
Have we forgotten about high school? When we used to go to class from 9-3 every day? How’d we even survive? When I went to Stuy, I woke up at 6:00 in the morning, commuted an hour and a half to my 8:00 in the morning class, had classes until 3:40, after which another hour and a half commute would leave me arriving at home at around 5. Thats a 6:30 - 5:00 schedule.
Lets compare. Here, I have to travel at most 20 minutes to class. My earliest class is 10:10, and I’m done by around 2:30. thats a 9:50 - 3:00 schedule. And its not like I’m not taking any classes. I’m signed up for 19 credits; that isn’t just screwing around.
I mean, sure, I did fall asleep in some classes in high school, but not even on the same scale as how it is now in college. I think I need to suck it up, and remember the “good old days.”
Wtf did college do to us?
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I’m trying to not start this off on a depressing note. But it must be said, the summer is over. That sucks the big swinging monkey balls. It really does. But mucho <3 to everyone who made the summer uber awesome. We really lived it up this summer and we ended it beyootifully. You know how we do.
I’ve pretty much given up on hiphop/rap this summer. It just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Well, except for tonedeff, qn5, cunninlynguists, etc. I just can’t handle mainstream rap anymore. Its too… dumb. (This is where all the flames begin. Bring it on bitches!) What’s good, on the other hand, are uber good bands such as Postal Service and the Shins. By the way, props to glow for catching the Such Great Heights reference in my sharing on Saturday night.
I miss you guys like the flowers miss the sun. And lovely_lime, chen0r, and r3no, I miss you most of all. Stop telling me you’re going through withdrawal. For I am doing the same. I love you guys.
So the coming school year is almost upon us. Sometime in the next week, I will drop over $500 on textbooks that I will barely read, I will attend classes that I will never stay awake in, and I will stay up much later that I should. But thats college for you. Whoopdef*ckindee. Lets hope I graduate this year.
Oh yes. Shaun of the Dead was awful. Don’t go see it. The trailer pretty much sums up the whole movie.
Another “oh yes,” gonna see Garden State on Wednesday again. Can’t waitt.
I love everyone who showed up today: Mike, Yoyo, Morgan, Josh, Erica, Nancy, Nina, Pansum, Andree, Sara, and Christina. And some extra love to Al, DJ, and the rest of the Cabredo fam. You guys even made sure my parents had fun. You made my day, wait, scratch that, you guys made my f*cking life. :D I loved watching My Sassy Girl with everyone. The comments and the laughter made me die. Like really. Yes, this requires its own paragraph. Its friends like you that make me happy. Seeing how much you guys care about me and how you try to make me happy makes me want to cry. I’m really touched and I appreciate you guys like you wouldn’t believe. You guys made my summer the best ever. Thanks guys. I love you all. Al, thanks for cooking everything and throwing the best farewell party evaR. But of course, I won’t be gone for too long…
Garden State was a great f*cking movie. ‘Nuff said.
Damn. Zach Braff is my freaking hero. Not only did he star in the movie, he wrote it and directed it. He’s also got great taste in music. Yes, he was also the executive producer of the soundtrack. I liked it so much, that I bought the soundtrack. You know I never buy cds. That’s how good it is.
Oh yes, where is my Sam? I want a Sam.
Other highlights of the day:
- Saigon Grill. Great food, great portions, great price.
- 1MX shirts are $20 again at Express. Got the ill purple shirt.
- Found the best asian store on Broadway. It was the uber sexy.
- Met up with Debbie to see the movie.
- Carmine’s calamari. HWAT!
- The transvestite wonder woman who drove the octopus bike.
My (shared with Al) quote for life:
“Good luck exploring the infinite abyss!”
It’s official. Sunny days are the best. Ever.
We all remember the last sunny day I had (or at least those of you who matter do, heh, jk) so I don’t need to get into that. Today was almost as fun. I say almost because, well, you know why I say almost.
The highlights:
+ Baja Fresh. Damn.
+ The warning phone call.
+ Eating dried strawberries, etc. You know how we do.
+ AvP: Kissy kissy!
+ “Awww… look at that mexican!”
+ The mannequin at the bus stop.
+ The garage at night. Scurry as hell.
+ “Remember, after I drink it, it’ll be all herpied up!”
+ “Did the light just get brighter?”
Ah… too many to list. Another fun sunny day. It looks like sun tomorrow too.
Much love to t3h lime and t3h chen0r. Oh yes, there is love for you too Mike.
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Sunny Days Part 2
+ Harold and Kumar go to White Castle again. Still funny as hell.
+ Sharing a Crave Case with t3h chen0r.
+ Me = 12 and a fourth. Him = 13.
+ I can’t eat like I used to. That is the verdict.
+ Usher and Lil John at White Castle.
+ The scary playground at PS 33.
+ Trying (unsuccessfully) to break into Roosevelt Field. “F*CK!”
+ The naked prostitute with the trenchcoat by the side of the highway.
You know how we do. Can’t wait till Wednesdayyyyyyyy. 
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What’s so bad about Friday the 13th? I don’t know what the big fuss is about. It’s nothing special. Nothing especially awful happened to me today. Today was as crappy as every other day.
I don’t think Friday the 13th is bad at all. My parents’ first date was on Friday the 13th, and everything turned out perfectly well. I mean, I’m the ultimate result of that date. Well, on second thought, maybe it was bad luck. :P
Well, here’s to hoping nothing awful happens in the last 20 or so minutes today. Wish me luck.
» I did not get my ear pierced. Ha.
» I hate it when life goes swimmingly and then suddenly spirals out of control.
» I hate having to overanalyze shit.
» I enjoy profound conversations about life with my peoples.
» I am grateful for those that take my venting, and sympathize.
» I am grateful for those that take my venting, and tell me to stfu.
» I am grateful for all my friends.
» I hate waiting by the phone.
» I hate trying to survive on 28 hours of sleep a week.
» I wish I could have a good night’s sleep.
» Harold and Kumar is the funniest movie ever.
» Collateral wasn’t so bad.
» Going to see Garden State tomorrow. Damn you Jerry.
» Sometimes I wish my life would just go away and leave me alone.
» I enjoy the late night phone conversations with my peoples.
» I miss all my peoples who all went away to hick country, USA.
» I wish they would come back soon.
» I like laying down on the futon on the floor and losing myself in the music.
» I wish that God would answer my prayer.
» Life would be the best ever if He did.
» I only have 2 weeks left in NYC.
» I’m gonna miss everybody.
» Even you.
» My best friend kinda hates me.
» It makes me sad.
» I’m not really metrosexual, I just front like I am.
» Just kidding.
» I am gaining an appreciation for jazz. Slowly.
» I like having a car. I’m gonna miss it.
» I hate how the little things make me go crazy.
» I hate that I’m weak.
» I’m looking forward to people visiting me next year.
» I kinda can’t wait to graduate.
» Sometimes I feel so alone.
» I don’t like how vulnerable this list is making me feel.
» But I’ll suck it up.
» I hope my life will get better.
So someone (who shall remain nameless) convinced me to do something today. And I’m kinda glad I took their advice. Well, here’s what I did:
Sexy, no? If you can’t see what I did, just look carefully and I’m sure you’ll see it eventually.
Anyway, it didn’t sit too well with the moms. My dad was like why’d you have to go and do that. But it wasn’t too bad. He was ok. But my mom, I swear she was gonna smack it right out of my head. I think she calmed down a bit now, but dayamn, it was rough. But yeah, I survived, and now I’m handsome like Pansum.
So tell me what you think. Be honest and/or brutal. Thanks.
