Continuum

Another day, another blog. I figure I have to keep up to date with my blogging because I have a follower now. My one follower would kick my ass if I weren’t consistent, especially since she lives a few blocks away from me, lol. Today will be mostly updates about stuff from past polls.

So the whole issue with Pee is resolved. She isn’t being a bitch and I’m not being sued. It all worked out in the end. She even cleaned the bathroom while I was in class, although Jay had to do the dishes. (LMFAO)

Mr. Man is still around, though not as frequently because he lives so far away from me. But he comes to visit my part of town every once in a while and we, ahem, do things together.

Jay’s snoring has gotten considerably worse from when we first started rooming together. It has gotten to the point where I can’t even properly sleep because I can hear her through my earplugs. I had to sleep on the couch last night. Mind you the couch is about two feet wide and half a foot deep. I’m 5’6. Suggestions for good earplug brands anyone?

Lately I’ve been feeling kind of overwhelmed. It’s not like an academic problem, more like a combination of things that make me feel like I can’t keep afloat. My older friend is in Africa for her job and while she was her son got kicked out of his school. She asked me to help him and of course I said yes, because I love her so much but it’s hard. He lives in Scarsdale, which is 40 minutes away on a train, and needs to be tutored at least three times a week to keep him up to date. Then I have the usual crazy load of work for NYU, trying to have a social life, looking for a summer job, you know the deal. I’ve never been one to settle for just getting by so I’m like “How do I stop myself from being just a number?” I want to stand out in what I do, but I also want to just survive. But “I’ll come through, like I do, when the world keeps testing me, testing me, testing me.”

I’ll be fine. Besides that’s what friends are for; to help us survive during our hysterical moments. I’ll let John Mayer put it all together for me and finish it out,

“Down to the wire

I wanted water but

But I'll walk through the fire

If this is what it takes

To take me even higher

Then I'll come through

Like I do

When the world keeps

Testing me, testing me,testing me.”

Animal

So I haven’t written in a while. It’s not that I’ve been particularly busy with anything significant, just more significant than this blog. Oh well, I’m updating now.

Spring break was last week and, even though that was awesome, I’m glad to be back. I missed the noise when I go to sleep, although not my roommates snoring.

On to more interesting things...

There is this dude, I will give him the name Bobbert, who has a seemingly odd obsession with me. We met through mutual friends at a brunch. He was nice so it didn’t bother me that they invited him, but then THEY GAVE HIM MY NUMBER. They paid dearly for that, but back to the topic at hand. He’s been texting me non-stop. And he is so sweet it’s sickening. And to add the frosting to the cupcake, he lied to me. And it was an absolutely retarded lie. Bobbert told he that he was eight years younger than he actually is. To make matters worse, he looks about five years older than he actually is. I can appreciate a good lie. This one sucked. It said his actual birthdate on his facebook. The fact that he didn’t think I’d notice annoys me more than the lie. I was like “dude, really?” I really want to tell him to hit on a chick his actual age and stop being a class A pedophile, but I think I’ll let Ke$ha do it:

“D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R a dinosaur

D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R a dinosaur

An O-L-D M-A-N you're just an old man

Hittin' on me, what?

You need a cat scan”

Thank you Ke$ha and Bobbert, for collaborating together to provide me with a funny blog entry.

Anuhea

I’m sitting in the student study lounge on the 9^th floor of Kimmel. There are these big windows along one of the walls that face uptown (i.e. the empire state building direction). It’s midday and it’s really cool to look out the window at the view. I can see all of the people toughing out the cold weather in Washington Square Park, the taxi’s for miles up 5^th Ave, the row of town houses that Jude law lives in and such. The skyline is amazing.

I get this tranquil feeling as I sit up here. I’m supposed to be doing work right now, I have to write an essay for Monday, but I would much rather relax and look out the window. There are people all around me and you can hear everyone steadily tapping away at their laptop keyboards, including me. Or you woud hear it if you didn’t have headphones in. It’s one of the most claming places on NYU’s campus. It helps me remember the significant things in life…

I was walking to campus from my dorm yesterday and this random homeless guy on the street told me something. It was probably the most profound this that I could have heard today. He said that the world could be cold but to keep on smiling. And then he walked away. It was so bizarre, but very cool. It reminded me of a line from one of my favorite songs by a very unknown artist named Anhuea. “And you trust in all of your memories, cause you learn from your mistakes. And your life will hold all the answers to where you will lay. And the world can be so cold and null, so keep warm inside that smile. Just commit yourself to your happiness. When it rains you will cry, and on and on endlessly you try.” And it reminded me of earlier this week. I saw a girl crying in the rain. Odd right?

Rise

I realized today that two months from now I will be done with my freshman year at NYU. It’s almost sad, but it is also exciting. I have been through all the crap that freshman year has to offer me. Now it’s time to move on. It’s so weird to think about it. I feel like I just got to college but in reality I’ve been in the trenches for quite a few months now. I know what it is that has to be done to better my years here. I know what I did wrong and how to fix it. I know how much more effort needs to go in to what areas of my life, and where I need to lay off a bit. It’s a weird, but also really cool feeling. I’m just finally ready to leave the old stuff behind and start anew. And I still have two months to go.

This week I’ve also decided to work on my friendships. I assume, oftentimes, that even if I’m too busy to call or keep in touch, they’ll be there. I’ve learned that isn’t the case with everyone. With a lot of friends it has proved true, and I realize who my true friends are, but with most they fade away into a number on my Facebook page. I’ve decided to pick a few friends that I value the most and attempt to stay close to them. And to develop the relationships with the people I neglected to know that well, if they will let me. All the rest will have to go. I need a closer base of people; people who make me laugh, stroke my hair when I cry, and tell me I’m didn’t do anything wrong even when the government is sues me for copyright infringement. (The copyright infringement part isn’t true…yet.)

So I don’t have a clever song line to fill in today. I’ll just use a song I’ve really been enjoying lately; Tom Goss: Rise

“Today your face,

it slips away,

but in a dream I’ll find,

everything,

worth wondering,

truth to fuel this live.

Now it’s time to say goodbye, and to leave our skins behind.


Let the dusk, drain the sun and rise.

Falling feet,

a vacant street,

choose a path to run.


Tenderness,

this lovers kiss,

simply said and sung.

Now it’s time to say goodbye, and to leave our skins behind.


Let the dusk, drain the sun and rise.

And you’ll fill all the voids that you long to, if you ever come back down.
 Won’t you ever come back down?

Still looking back,

past’s steady laugh,

shadow clings and fights.


Stubbornness,

a patient kiss,

bids a child goodnight.

Now it’s time to say goodbye, and to leave our skins behind.


Let the dusk, drain the sun and rise.”

19

I had a good weekend so far although tomorrow will be all work and no play. I went to see one of my best friends Friday night. It was kind of crazy because it was snowing so much that there were tons of trees down on her street and it was hard to get to her house. But I managed somehow. We had a good time, as we always do, and I made my first snowman ever. I know, eighteen and never made a snowman. I never said I wasn’t somewhat pathetic.

I also went to see Mr. Man this weekend. Mr. Man, obviously not his real name, is this guy I’ve been “associating with” (hehe) for the last few weeks. He’s cool. That was fun cause he is such a sweetie and he is really funny. Plus he gave me back 14.50 for the Metro North ride! I didn’t complain on that front.

They were both in my hometown. She lives there and he was there for business. It was really surreal to see how much everything has changed. I’ve only been away for three years and it’s like I don’t know anything anymore. All that is there are memories. Memories that I created and that no one else will ever know. It gives one a wondrous feeling really; an almost overwhelming one to be sure. As Adele says, “Round my hometown, memories are fresh. Round my hometown, ohh, the people I’ve met are the wonder of my world.”

Quick update about last post: I think I’ll give my roommate names, not real ones of course, because they will probably be talked about a lot on here. No internet roommate is Pee and cute birthday roommate it Jay. I also have another roommate who is rarely there, but I’ll call her Veen.

Pee is still stomping around like everyone gives a fuck about her. She slams all the doors and leaves all the cabinets open and lights on, which she knows annoys me. Also, every dish that we have in our kitchen is in the sink right now is in the sink. Pee, might I add, is the only one who didn’t wash dishes yet this semester and she complains because our kitchen is so dirty. SO WASH THE DISHES!

I was thinking after I originally wrote this on Word…this year and all its drama will be the memories I soon will look back on. And this city I live in now, I hope to make it my “hometown.” So I will adopt Adele once again in the sight of this thought. “Round my hometown, memories are fresh. Round my hometown, ohh, the people I’ve met are the wonder of my world.”

Folie A Deux

My roommate is mad at me because she can’t get on the internet and it’s my fault. I “supposedly” downloaded and illegal movie and ITS says her IP did it and that now she has to suffer. Honestly, I’m really sorry if it is my fault. I didn’t mean to do anything that would jeopardize her. But really, it’s not my fault that ITS can’t properly recognize an IP address. But whatever. I’m sorry. Now she is going to be a bitch to me for the rest of the year if she doesn’t get this settled. And it’s all my fault, might I reiterate. I can say that I’m sorry a million times, but that won’t solve the problem and I don’t want my internet to be shut off instead of hers. I don’t value her friendship that much. I think she deserves it, the bitch. All she does is talk about me and everyone else she knows behind our backs to my other roommates and her friends. So bitch, keep slamming those doors and GO FUCK YOURSELF!

On to other topics, I’m mad at my mother. Well I’m not really mad, so much as frustrated. I’ve been trying to contact her for the last 16 hours. I have a textbook to buy and I’ve been telling her this for weeks. But now that I have 300 pages to read from it she tells me she forgot to give me the 200 dollars to buy it. I know I sound spoiled and I should get a job and pay for it myself, but I’ve been trying. I applied to like, 20 jobs. I haven’t heard back from any of them. And it sucks cause I have no job experience so nobody wants to hire me and I can’t get a job to get experience. It’s a vicious cycle and I hate it. So mommy, please give me the money by tomorrow at 11. Thanks.

My other roommate had her 19^th birthday today. It’s funny cause she is physically the oldest but she acts the youngest, by far. Today she cried over the fact that her aunt sent her a cake. She wouldn’t be able to be there to pick it up so she got stressed over it and started to cry. I had dinner plans but she just looked so distressed so I cut my plans short and got it for her. She’s so whiny and childish and annoying at times, but I love her. She really reminds me of the innocence that I no longer have. If I had the ability to get stressed out by a cake… Now it’s all about school and other people’s bullshit. God I wish I could cry over cake.

I’m so freaking tired of drama. I think that’s why I don’t have that many friends. I really can’t stand when shit hits the fan and I have to hear the whimpering. I just am not comforting when it happens. To me it’s like, well that sucks but what are you going to do to fix it? I guess that makes me a bad friend. Whatever. As Fall Out Boy would say, “I don’t care what you think.” I do believe they continue by say, “as long as it’s about me.” But I don’t want that part so I officially toss it out. “I don’t care what you think.”