I gotta stop all this nonsense of being too preoccupied that I keep coming back after 9pm on weekdays.
I should take Erick's advice and not attend a couple of lectures and not go to classes for a bit. And they should refund me money for classes I don't go to. Yeah. Serious. Every class I take is worth like... hmm... let's see I play a thousand dollars a week for 18 creds, so that makes it about 50 dollars per credit. But that doesn't work, I pay about a thousand dollars for 5 classes a week. Technically if I don't go to school for one week, they should refund me a thousand dollars. Yeah damn straight! That's what they should do, god damn bloodsuckers.
Hmm... by this logic, shouldn't Erick be a millionaire by now?
Anyway, I was heading to work this morning, at an ungodly hour of 9:30am, (c'mon, which college student is up by that hour?) and there was this preacher on the train. He was telling everyone that God is coming, and God is coming, and God is coming. I think to myself, that's great, that's nice. If he drops by NYC, I'll show him around. Take him to a couple of bars, take him to my favourite watering hole. That kind of stuff.
The NYU Graduate Students strike and picket line seems to be diminishing. After all the administration has came down hard, and given them the ultimatum of docking their pay and not rehiring them this spring if they don't stop by December 5th. I wonder what is actually going on, me being the uninformed student don't really know what's happening. And I suppose all opinions I form are effectively null and void.
Just like my life. It's basically null and void and I don't really want to carry on thinking right about now and let's see what crap I can type out.
I was telling Erick that I was at this bar, and there was this chick who gave me a drink. I asked her, "Hey, are you trying to get me drunk?" and to which, she said, "Yes" Now usually that would be a great thing and all... c'mon, a chick trying to get me drunk... until somehow in the midst of swimming in the alcohol, my brain realises, wait a minute, that was the bartender.
Aerosmith sang "J-J-J-J-Jaded!!" and I suppose that's how I am right now. I can't feel any outrage of any sort towards any injustice that is imposed upon me. After all, perhaps, I am like this little Chinese sweatshop in the middle of Chinatown, producing high quality pirated goods for the benefit of others at measly pay. I mean, if someone gives me sh*t, I usually take it because I'm too lazy to give it back. Oh trust me, I don't like people walking all over me, but damn straight I don't give a f*ck about a lot of things you say and do, it doesn't really matter, when the time comes, with a flick of the wrist, wave of the pen, I shall make you pay a billion timesfold in blood and money. And I take credit cards.
I asked this professor who specialized in US history on why there was this sort of division between the Republican states and Democrat states, and well, I think it stretches back to the US Civil war, and again finds its roots in slavery. Oh yes, and racism and ignorance too.
I saw these two cars outside Madison Square Garden... two Nascars... I wonder who's in town? But I don't care, Nascar isn't really a sport as much as it is a gala event. Like the circus.
You know dude, you've always said you won't get a girlfriend, that I can't even begin to imagine what might happen if you do get one. It's like you set this image up so well that hell, you can't go back.
Ah nuff mumbling, I'm just making up for lost blog post. I always have something in my head, but by the time I get back to my dorm, it's all gone. Maybe I can find it at the bottom of a bottle of tequila.
I should take Erick's advice and not attend a couple of lectures and not go to classes for a bit. And they should refund me money for classes I don't go to. Yeah. Serious. Every class I take is worth like... hmm... let's see I play a thousand dollars a week for 18 creds, so that makes it about 50 dollars per credit. But that doesn't work, I pay about a thousand dollars for 5 classes a week. Technically if I don't go to school for one week, they should refund me a thousand dollars. Yeah damn straight! That's what they should do, god damn bloodsuckers.
Hmm... by this logic, shouldn't Erick be a millionaire by now?
Anyway, I was heading to work this morning, at an ungodly hour of 9:30am, (c'mon, which college student is up by that hour?) and there was this preacher on the train. He was telling everyone that God is coming, and God is coming, and God is coming. I think to myself, that's great, that's nice. If he drops by NYC, I'll show him around. Take him to a couple of bars, take him to my favourite watering hole. That kind of stuff.
The NYU Graduate Students strike and picket line seems to be diminishing. After all the administration has came down hard, and given them the ultimatum of docking their pay and not rehiring them this spring if they don't stop by December 5th. I wonder what is actually going on, me being the uninformed student don't really know what's happening. And I suppose all opinions I form are effectively null and void.
Just like my life. It's basically null and void and I don't really want to carry on thinking right about now and let's see what crap I can type out.
I was telling Erick that I was at this bar, and there was this chick who gave me a drink. I asked her, "Hey, are you trying to get me drunk?" and to which, she said, "Yes" Now usually that would be a great thing and all... c'mon, a chick trying to get me drunk... until somehow in the midst of swimming in the alcohol, my brain realises, wait a minute, that was the bartender.
Aerosmith sang "J-J-J-J-Jaded!!" and I suppose that's how I am right now. I can't feel any outrage of any sort towards any injustice that is imposed upon me. After all, perhaps, I am like this little Chinese sweatshop in the middle of Chinatown, producing high quality pirated goods for the benefit of others at measly pay. I mean, if someone gives me sh*t, I usually take it because I'm too lazy to give it back. Oh trust me, I don't like people walking all over me, but damn straight I don't give a f*ck about a lot of things you say and do, it doesn't really matter, when the time comes, with a flick of the wrist, wave of the pen, I shall make you pay a billion timesfold in blood and money. And I take credit cards.
I asked this professor who specialized in US history on why there was this sort of division between the Republican states and Democrat states, and well, I think it stretches back to the US Civil war, and again finds its roots in slavery. Oh yes, and racism and ignorance too.
I saw these two cars outside Madison Square Garden... two Nascars... I wonder who's in town? But I don't care, Nascar isn't really a sport as much as it is a gala event. Like the circus.
You know dude, you've always said you won't get a girlfriend, that I can't even begin to imagine what might happen if you do get one. It's like you set this image up so well that hell, you can't go back.
Ah nuff mumbling, I'm just making up for lost blog post. I always have something in my head, but by the time I get back to my dorm, it's all gone. Maybe I can find it at the bottom of a bottle of tequila.