1. i can manage to feel like a slacker by missing even one lecture so i can sleep in when i’m sick.
2. even after sleeping a couple extra hours, i’ve still somehow ended up in manhattan very, very early for a study group this afternoon.
3. getting a large ghetto coffee ($1.00) instead of a small ghetto coffee ($0.50) feels like spending too much money.
4. i spent half an hour wandering around staples this morning gazing adoringly at the post-it notes and binder clips when all i needed was another package of pens (and possibly a glue stick).
5. i could still be asleep right now, but i’m not.
a weird moment this afternoon - walking back to union square after my last lecture, i saw someone familiar-looking walking by. i looked again - lo and behold, it was my cousin peter, he’s visiting new york this week. i’m really glad i bumped into him; we don’t have current numbers for each other since we both move around so much, but now i get to go see his band on wednesday so we can catch up before he leaves. i’m still amazed we ran into each other, but i suppose stranger things have happened.
the logo submissions have been great so far, but keep in mind - they should be one or two colors at most; otherwise, the shirts will get rather expensive.
this weekend is very much the calm before the storm. well, the calm before finals, anyway. it’s the first one in weeks that i haven’t had to write a paper, and aside from catching up on some reading, my workload is deceptively light. there’s only one week of classes left - surely i should be busier than this?
of course, the idea is to give us some time to start studying for finals, but come on now - that’s what reading day is for. (at columbia, it’s reading week, but apparently nyu students need only one day.)
but so i’d set aside most of this weekend as emma’s weekend to relax. to take a deep breath, as it were, before finals. unfortunately, my body has been making me relax, but not in an ice-cream-for-breakfast kind of way - i have tonsilitis, yet again. right - that wasn’t smoker voice i noticed yesterday, it was a sneak peek at things to come from my bastard tonsils. i’ll rip you fuckers out as soon as this semester’s over, don’t think i won’t.
so yesterday was spent in bed, for the most part, with a serious quantity of soup and a new bag of halls. i suspect today will follow a similar pattern. may i have a new throat, please? i broke mine.
the next shirts to be printed will, i think, just have the caoine logo and/or address on them. i’ve got several new logo designs of my own, but i thought i’d give you a chance to do better. design me a logo and if it’s cooler than any of mine, i’ll put it on the shirt and everyone will know you’re a superstar. the rules: the larger the better (this will be in print, remember); jpeg or gif is fine as long as you have a photoshop or illustrator version on request; no more than one or two colors. submissions become property of caoine but if i use your design i’ll give you credit and a link on the site. send your shit to me.
my little namesake gets cuter every day. however, i’m told she’s a penisbiter, which is a little unfortunate (for her owner).
quite a positive response to my post a few days ago; yes, i will go around nyu this week or next and take photos. someone else has requested that i take photos around other parts of the village that i frequent, which i’m happy to do. not sure when exactly i’ll fit this into my pre-finals schedule, but it’s forthcoming.
as i’ve mentioned, i’m not planning on shaving my head again, but the summer heat may do crazy things to me.
yes, i’m getting rest and drinking fluids and taking vitamin c. you’re all awfully mothery when i’m sick, you know.
if you order chinese food, there will be leftovers. this is a phenomenon completely independent of how great the kung pao tofu is and how hungry you were when you started.
if you try to hit on emma while riding the downtown 2, she will be standoffish. persistent inquiries regarding her hair, however, will result in a lengthy and thorough explanation of the various processes involved. the amount of persistence required is inversely proportional to the amount of alcohol emma has consumed; for example, after a glass or two of port she’ll tell you how to bleach your hair, but you still won’t get her number.
also inversely proportional to the amount of alcohol emma has consumed: the legibility of emma’s handwriting, her ability to see without glasses, and her desire to be sitting on the downtown 2.
tim roth is perhaps the greatest man alive.
it is possible to end up with smoker voice after a week entirely lacking in smoking of any kind.
that they all look good in vinyl. (especially rich.)
1. i woke up around half an hour after my alarm is supposed to go off (that’s six thirty am est) and after a few moments of flailing around trying to figure out why i’d overslept, i remembered that it’s friday and i got to go back to bed.
2. upon getting to the bank and noticing that i’d forgotten my wallet (and the bank card contained therein), i realized that i’ve finally memorized my account number and didn’t need my wallet with me anyway.
3. i caught a glimpse of my reflection in a store window that confirmed several reports of my hair being positively blinding in the sunlight.
4. while unpacking the bag i brought to the city yesterday, i found the manuscript for al’s book that i’d completely forgotten about getting at the bar last night.
5. i drank a botle of citra.
