Thursday, August 29
two intense and intensive days. a lot to catch up on. no longer have i the luxury of ensuring my posts read the "correct" date. i'm writing this Wednesday night.
i slept only two but productive hours on Monday night, after my last update. i was able to function pretty well when i got up, although i did do the stupid characteristic thing of searching the entire house, including bedrooms in use, for my wallet which ended up being in my backpack. dad and i left at six o'clock according to schedule. it was still dark, and i wanted to listen to the massive attack/mad professor dub as we drove through the sunset, but we listened to morcheeba instead. dad asked why fragments of freedom is maligned and considered so different, which is a fair question. i thought about trying to sleep in the car, but it didn't seem worth the effort. and i didn't really read either, just a bit of pullum.
we had nice tunes - sfa, ylt, when i was cruel and dig yr own hole, because dad had never heard the chems. we stopped just over the penna border for probably the worst diner breakfast i've ever had. i took the wheel for two hour-or-so segments. it was like a road trip with yr dad, early in the morning. okay. (not oaky, as i just mistyped.)
this was the type of day which was intense but not possible to write too much about, which is good for this site. we got to swat at 1, unloaded the car, checked mccabe-mail, parrish-mail (a freshwoman from ventura had to help me open my box,) and got 1st week seminar reading in refurbished beardsley. we moved my bed from the barn (in four pieces), along with shelves and so forth. we took my powerbook to a cute little mac place in upper darby to have the sound repaired (hopefully i'll be able to reclaim it mid-next-week.) we moved the rest of my stuff from the barn and from the basement of the banana house, which was a ton of stuff. then i was very tired and sweaty.
my dad left, with the drums, at about five. thanks to him. through all of this, of course, there were people: maybe most excitingly sarah wood, smoking on the barn porch; mark and seannius, who helped me move my stuff; sweet helpful blond ras; t-ball players and old-timers (samarrah? schwieigert? corey?). and matt, with whom i had much-needed dinner at an appropriate restaurant, it being tuesday and he being ruby. good place, surprisingly: good food and cheap, definitely classier than similar chains. i had a "key west" sandwich with tilapia and veggies. half of it, that i was too tired or something to finish, is still in rubin's car, oops. over meal, we gushed: school, music, girls, rockband. mm.
after securing a place to sleep in 3s, nevermind that i had just removed my bed, i accompanied rubin to the danawell ice cream social. that selfsame event at which we met, two long years ago. i don't feel like a junior. but i have to keep telling people i am, just the same. here's the problem: it's easier to like people that are older than you than people that are younger. i was tired, like i said, so i only part of the time had energy to be chatty with the freshfolk. mostly the low-key ones sitting by themselves or with their roommates. of other people: blair, and olivia. andrew stout and sarah c. yeah.
ben says i'm writing a lot. these are long paragraphs, yeah? well, the type looks small on this computer. i was tired, like i said, so i made my way (gerrit! claudia! cat!) to the barn. but 3s was locked (i gave the key away that afternoon, after it had come in handy twice that day.) in a sort of stupor i tried the fire escape backway, then i lay down on the couch on the porch. for half an hour, or more, while people walked in and out, a little bit asleep. in the end, i slept in 1s, because there wasn't a bed in 3s anyway. thanks to sarah edelstein. a bare mattress for nine hours is a hell of a lot better than not.
gee, this is taking long. today: $2.50 breakfast at the co-op (muffin, oj, two bananas), ed and his leaving lady-love, njt to nyp, then subway to grand central to meet ben ben. we went to the lighting district on the bowery but had no luck finding him a replacement glass bowl for his lamp. we went to kim's video, but i didn't buy any cds (aren't you proud?) he had to go to his lsat class, so i went to an nyu dorm to see if jesse was in. he wasn't but a bit later he was, and i went to indian food with him and three of his friends. i like going to food. i love indian food. and i was really hungry.
my feet hurt (past and present tense), after moving heavy objects wearing flip-flops all day, and then i was wearing shoes in ny (also have a raincoat because i checked the forecast) but they are my adidas, not the best for long city walking, so that's dumba me. we walked a lot in the village, after dinner, trying to find this or that and failing. i met ben and we came here. we're at his mom's house now. the end.
harness your hopes
to the [something]
with the liquor
with the ropes
red red ropes
periscopes
i slept only two but productive hours on Monday night, after my last update. i was able to function pretty well when i got up, although i did do the stupid characteristic thing of searching the entire house, including bedrooms in use, for my wallet which ended up being in my backpack. dad and i left at six o'clock according to schedule. it was still dark, and i wanted to listen to the massive attack/mad professor dub as we drove through the sunset, but we listened to morcheeba instead. dad asked why fragments of freedom is maligned and considered so different, which is a fair question. i thought about trying to sleep in the car, but it didn't seem worth the effort. and i didn't really read either, just a bit of pullum.
we had nice tunes - sfa, ylt, when i was cruel and dig yr own hole, because dad had never heard the chems. we stopped just over the penna border for probably the worst diner breakfast i've ever had. i took the wheel for two hour-or-so segments. it was like a road trip with yr dad, early in the morning. okay. (not oaky, as i just mistyped.)
this was the type of day which was intense but not possible to write too much about, which is good for this site. we got to swat at 1, unloaded the car, checked mccabe-mail, parrish-mail (a freshwoman from ventura had to help me open my box,) and got 1st week seminar reading in refurbished beardsley. we moved my bed from the barn (in four pieces), along with shelves and so forth. we took my powerbook to a cute little mac place in upper darby to have the sound repaired (hopefully i'll be able to reclaim it mid-next-week.) we moved the rest of my stuff from the barn and from the basement of the banana house, which was a ton of stuff. then i was very tired and sweaty.
my dad left, with the drums, at about five. thanks to him. through all of this, of course, there were people: maybe most excitingly sarah wood, smoking on the barn porch; mark and seannius, who helped me move my stuff; sweet helpful blond ras; t-ball players and old-timers (samarrah? schwieigert? corey?). and matt, with whom i had much-needed dinner at an appropriate restaurant, it being tuesday and he being ruby. good place, surprisingly: good food and cheap, definitely classier than similar chains. i had a "key west" sandwich with tilapia and veggies. half of it, that i was too tired or something to finish, is still in rubin's car, oops. over meal, we gushed: school, music, girls, rockband. mm.
after securing a place to sleep in 3s, nevermind that i had just removed my bed, i accompanied rubin to the danawell ice cream social. that selfsame event at which we met, two long years ago. i don't feel like a junior. but i have to keep telling people i am, just the same. here's the problem: it's easier to like people that are older than you than people that are younger. i was tired, like i said, so i only part of the time had energy to be chatty with the freshfolk. mostly the low-key ones sitting by themselves or with their roommates. of other people: blair, and olivia. andrew stout and sarah c. yeah.
ben says i'm writing a lot. these are long paragraphs, yeah? well, the type looks small on this computer. i was tired, like i said, so i made my way (gerrit! claudia! cat!) to the barn. but 3s was locked (i gave the key away that afternoon, after it had come in handy twice that day.) in a sort of stupor i tried the fire escape backway, then i lay down on the couch on the porch. for half an hour, or more, while people walked in and out, a little bit asleep. in the end, i slept in 1s, because there wasn't a bed in 3s anyway. thanks to sarah edelstein. a bare mattress for nine hours is a hell of a lot better than not.
gee, this is taking long. today: $2.50 breakfast at the co-op (muffin, oj, two bananas), ed and his leaving lady-love, njt to nyp, then subway to grand central to meet ben ben. we went to the lighting district on the bowery but had no luck finding him a replacement glass bowl for his lamp. we went to kim's video, but i didn't buy any cds (aren't you proud?) he had to go to his lsat class, so i went to an nyu dorm to see if jesse was in. he wasn't but a bit later he was, and i went to indian food with him and three of his friends. i like going to food. i love indian food. and i was really hungry.
my feet hurt (past and present tense), after moving heavy objects wearing flip-flops all day, and then i was wearing shoes in ny (also have a raincoat because i checked the forecast) but they are my adidas, not the best for long city walking, so that's dumba me. we walked a lot in the village, after dinner, trying to find this or that and failing. i met ben and we came here. we're at his mom's house now. the end.
harness your hopes
to the [something]
with the liquor
with the ropes
red red ropes
periscopes
