drowning in assholes
igby goes down is a great flick. claire danes is a hottie in it, unlike her sickly Beth in little women.
but really, i'm drowning in assholes. i'm kind of sick of nyu.
someone on the 8th floor has a dog, his name is gayo/guyo--the dog not the owner--and is from guatemala and is really fucking cute. i miss having dogs. we're thinking about getting a cat for the floor, they're quiet and easy to take care of.
had a surprisingly good night last night, uptown with some nyu kids, some columbia kids. it was refreshing, because i'm sick of this scene. some people here are such tools. so what if i'm being a bitch about it, deal. it's annoying that people here cannot for the life of them handle bitchiness or sarcasm. am excited to start over next semester.
oh but what was funny last night was to see a certain someone bolt at the sight of me.
that bar made some potent cosmos and brilliant sex on the beaches. brilliant.
did no work today but it doesn't really bother me anymore. i spend too much money, i don't know where it goes and i call my parents weekly at this point telling them to send me more. i went to a easter service today hungover, but again, that doesn't really bother me. what bothers me is that i'm kind of broke, and i never got my tiny paycheck for that pointless part-time job. so, what the fuck.
sometimes i'm convinced i'm bipolar, but now i realize that i'm a better person when i'm not sober. so maybe this means i would have been a better person if my parents had starting giving me wine at an earlier age.
it's really quiet, not even 1 am yet. elena is passed out, covers over her head maybe to block out the light from my lamp. oh well.
ooh i just remembered i have a tiny bottle of smirnoff twisted in the fridge. from chinatown. hoorah!
but really, i'm drowning in assholes. i'm kind of sick of nyu.
someone on the 8th floor has a dog, his name is gayo/guyo--the dog not the owner--and is from guatemala and is really fucking cute. i miss having dogs. we're thinking about getting a cat for the floor, they're quiet and easy to take care of.
had a surprisingly good night last night, uptown with some nyu kids, some columbia kids. it was refreshing, because i'm sick of this scene. some people here are such tools. so what if i'm being a bitch about it, deal. it's annoying that people here cannot for the life of them handle bitchiness or sarcasm. am excited to start over next semester.
oh but what was funny last night was to see a certain someone bolt at the sight of me.
that bar made some potent cosmos and brilliant sex on the beaches. brilliant.
did no work today but it doesn't really bother me anymore. i spend too much money, i don't know where it goes and i call my parents weekly at this point telling them to send me more. i went to a easter service today hungover, but again, that doesn't really bother me. what bothers me is that i'm kind of broke, and i never got my tiny paycheck for that pointless part-time job. so, what the fuck.
sometimes i'm convinced i'm bipolar, but now i realize that i'm a better person when i'm not sober. so maybe this means i would have been a better person if my parents had starting giving me wine at an earlier age.
it's really quiet, not even 1 am yet. elena is passed out, covers over her head maybe to block out the light from my lamp. oh well.
ooh i just remembered i have a tiny bottle of smirnoff twisted in the fridge. from chinatown. hoorah!
posted by Deb Oh at 12:45 AM
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