So, I feel like I owe all 2 readers I probably have left an update of some kind, given that I haven't said shit since my diatribe on elevator etiquette (not my best work either. I'm actually considering taking it down.) The problem, of course, is that I don't seem to have anything of great substance to say, so I'm going to try a little experiment where I just start blabbing and see if I can find any diamonds in all of these turds.
It's been a fairly shitty few weeks for Allison, what with her bronchial death cough followed by the death of her grandma. Unfortunately, the trite saying seems to hold true in shitty times as well as good: "when it rains, it fucking pours." Anyway, it was a lonely weekend for the both of us, but I met her at the train station on Wednesday morning and she seems to be doing much better. Her years of Jew-Rage make her a very tough cookie I guess.
Oh, I also got to go see Bad Religion this monday last, which made up for the debacle that was this year's warped tour ("Oh god! Rain! Being an all summer outdoor show traveling around the country, we never possibly considered that we might encounter inclement weather! Planning ahead so we don't have to delay the show for over an hour then switch everything around without telling the audience won't possibly be necessary). I also got to take Megan's concert virginity with this one, and let me say what a show to do it with. Opening with "Fuck Armageddon This Is Hell", then a spectacular combination of new and old songs (including, but by no means limited to "Suffer", "Recipe For Hate", "Come Join us", "The Defense", "New Dark Ages", and my personal favorite addition, "Dearly Beloved"), closing with "Infected" and "American Jesus". I had my tickets for this show about a month and a half in advance and it was completely worth the wait.
In NYU news, I fucking loathe my comparative politics of the near and middle east class. The professor is a big British windbag who prides himself on giving crappy grades, all the while mentally jerking himself off by assigning us things he wrote himself (asshole, you goddamn wrote it, why are we the ones who are reciting it back to you? oh right, you're a pompous windbag.) I just can't seem to do well in this class (I think my grade is presently a C). I know what you're thinking, it's probably because I spend too much time killing my liver slowly and not enough studying. Then explain my A's in Russian, Russian Lit, and International Politics, asshole. Yeah, that's what I thought. The man assigns reading loads that I would consider drastic for 2 combined classes and goddammit I just can't keep up. Apparently, the field of comparative politics is not for yours truly.
I seem to have hit a block on shit to say, so I guess that I'll conclude here for now. Time to get back to my exciting and fulfilling office assistant duties.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
A Qualm of Sorts
Living in New York is goddamned awesome. The people at the college are a fun bunch and the ordinary denizens of this city have a certain flair that goes unrivaled in any other part of the country. Also, there are a lot of really fucking impressive buildings (probably designed by overcompensating pencil dicks, but whatever, they're nifty to look at.) The cool part is that we get to use a lot of these cool huge buildings, not just look at them. That having been said, there are a few things I need to get straight with the general NYU populace.
Most of the buildings in this area are 10+ stories. Hell, my dorm last year was 7 and is one of the smallest buildings in regular use on campus. With such large buildings, it is only natural that there would be some accompanying elevators. These are there so that people don't have to run up 10 flights of stairs every day when they have spent the whole goddamned day walking all over the fucking village. However, there are a few things that need to be made clear so that everyone can live in harmony and, more importantly, so I don't start strangling people on my way to class.
*If you are going to the 2nd or 3rd (sometimes even 4th if it's a large building) floor of any building that is over, we'll say 7 or so stories, it is simply unacceptable to use the elevators. Obviously this doesn't stand if you have a medical condition of some kind like a shattered kneecap, or if you are carrying something heavy and/or unwieldy. However, on my way to work (7th floor of the Ed building, so I'm well within my rights to take the damn elevator), without fail I am subjected to lazy assholes, obviously not hurt and even more obviously not burdened with heavy objects simply wasting my time by not manning up and fucking walking up 2 flights of stairs. I'm aware you are only costing me about 10 seconds of time total, but goddammit it's the principle of the matter here.
*In a similar vein, it is simply retarded to take the elevator if you need to go up or down a couple of floors. Laundry in my dorm is done on the 3rd floor. I can understand taking the elevator if you are taking down your clothes or taking them back, but for fuck's sake any other time, do you NEED to get on and press "4" while I'm waiting to get back to 10? I am the laziest human being alive, and I am hardly what you would call a picture of healthy living, but jesus christ, some of these assholes are making me look like a damned olympian.
*To digress from that train of thought, did you know that repeatedly pushing the door close button every time somebody gets off just makes you look like a moron? Here's why: in most of the buildings, the door close buttons are disabled you daft twats. I may be an impatient asshole when it comes to elevator etiquette, but fuck, I'm not broadcasting it to the rest of the car. You're not making it go any faster, so please, lay off the damned buttons.
I realize that this rant seems almost petty and juvenile, and while my life has never been thoroughly inconvenienced by a lack of elevator etiquette, this is still my damned blog and I will rant about whatever I goddamn well please. So nyah.
Most of the buildings in this area are 10+ stories. Hell, my dorm last year was 7 and is one of the smallest buildings in regular use on campus. With such large buildings, it is only natural that there would be some accompanying elevators. These are there so that people don't have to run up 10 flights of stairs every day when they have spent the whole goddamned day walking all over the fucking village. However, there are a few things that need to be made clear so that everyone can live in harmony and, more importantly, so I don't start strangling people on my way to class.
*If you are going to the 2nd or 3rd (sometimes even 4th if it's a large building) floor of any building that is over, we'll say 7 or so stories, it is simply unacceptable to use the elevators. Obviously this doesn't stand if you have a medical condition of some kind like a shattered kneecap, or if you are carrying something heavy and/or unwieldy. However, on my way to work (7th floor of the Ed building, so I'm well within my rights to take the damn elevator), without fail I am subjected to lazy assholes, obviously not hurt and even more obviously not burdened with heavy objects simply wasting my time by not manning up and fucking walking up 2 flights of stairs. I'm aware you are only costing me about 10 seconds of time total, but goddammit it's the principle of the matter here.
*In a similar vein, it is simply retarded to take the elevator if you need to go up or down a couple of floors. Laundry in my dorm is done on the 3rd floor. I can understand taking the elevator if you are taking down your clothes or taking them back, but for fuck's sake any other time, do you NEED to get on and press "4" while I'm waiting to get back to 10? I am the laziest human being alive, and I am hardly what you would call a picture of healthy living, but jesus christ, some of these assholes are making me look like a damned olympian.
*To digress from that train of thought, did you know that repeatedly pushing the door close button every time somebody gets off just makes you look like a moron? Here's why: in most of the buildings, the door close buttons are disabled you daft twats. I may be an impatient asshole when it comes to elevator etiquette, but fuck, I'm not broadcasting it to the rest of the car. You're not making it go any faster, so please, lay off the damned buttons.
I realize that this rant seems almost petty and juvenile, and while my life has never been thoroughly inconvenienced by a lack of elevator etiquette, this is still my damned blog and I will rant about whatever I goddamn well please. So nyah.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Big Problems and a Bigger TV
So, it's been an...interesting week to say the least. It all started on Monday night when Allison (who had been feeling a bit under the weather for like a week and a half) and I started feeling like total absolute shit. I could barely breathe, she was alternating between fever and chills, and suffice to say, 1002A looked like a fucking sick ward. So the next day rolls around neither of us go to class due to a severe case of "I feel like I've been hit by a fucking truck-itis". The next morning we both went into the health center and wound up being treated by the same doctor in adjacent rooms. The doctor tells Allison she might have mono. She tells them that she is in so much pain that she can't swallow, and after getting short of breath, the docs give her a saline IV. They let me in to see her after they put it in, which was cool because I was really worried about her. I tried to negotiate some painkillers for her because she was crying every time she swallowed, but to no avail. They gave her tylenol, an oral steroid, and an antihistamine. Anyhoo, a few days go by and the steroids start to make a difference and I'm starting to feel better and be able to, you know, breathe. We were all relatively confident that Allison didn't have mono since it has an incubation period of 1-2 months, so she would have had to contract it before she even came out to New York. She was also starting to feel significantly better. Then Friday rolls around and Allison's phone rings.
It's mono. Fuck. So that means I've probably got it now too. I went in to get some bloodwork done, got my results today, and they came back negative. That could just mean that i have it and it's lying dormant. Either that or I have the immune system of a GOD. On the plus side, this means that I can consume alcohol (you can't if you have active mono because it fucks with your liver) for a while longer, and we all know what a happy camper alcohol makes me. Unfortunately, now Allison can't partake, which means no drunk sex for like a month. Conversely, that makes me a very UNhappy camper. Oh well, shit happens right? And she's been getting slowly but surely better, so it's nice to know that my girlfriend isn't going to, you know, die of malnutrition or anything.
On to the next part of the week though (on a much lighter note). We got a new TV in the apartment. Ryan found a craig'slist ad for a 36 inch TV in good condition for 120 (which we deftly haggled down to an even 100). So on Friday we went up to 41st st. to acquire our AWESOME purchase.
Turns out that if a TV is not a flatscreen, 36 inches at the diagonal makes the whole unit weigh like 200 fucking pounds. We had come equipped with a dolly meant for about half that and one bungie cord. I think the guy who we bought it from thought we were retarded. It barely fit in the elevator doors for the building, but we finally got it down and onto the corner. Then we all realized that we lived 27 blocks downtown plus about 6 avenues over and couldn't possibly get this thing into a subway station, much less onto the car. So I ran over to 8th ave, hailed a van taxi and brought it back. The guy took a look at our TV, told us it wouldn't go because it wouldn't fit in the trunk (never mind that it would have fit across the middle seats. This guy was a fucktard.) took my 5$ for getting me over there and left.
At this point, we were fucking panicking. Moving services were going to cost like 70-150 bucks and we had about 32$ between us. As we pondered what to do, however, an escalade limo pulled up. Apparently he was there to pick someone up, but we asked him what it would cost to get us downtown. the answer? 30$. Fuck. Yes. So we got it into the spacious trunk where it just barely fit and hoofed it downtown. 1 scary ass trip on and off the elevator and through the door of the room, however, and we had THIS
Trust me, the picture does not do it justice. But seriously, it is fucking enormous. Combine that with the fact that we have the audio running to Ryan's stereo speakers (visible in picture) and can run a laptop to it so that we can watch pirated TV shows for hours in addition to the wii, Xbox 360 and PS2 we have running through it, and it's a wonder that our room didn't collapse from the sheer volume of awesome flowing throughout it. That's about it for now I suppose. I'm gonna go sit and wish that I have a genetic immunity to mono so that I don't have to go sober for a month. Have a good day.
It's mono. Fuck. So that means I've probably got it now too. I went in to get some bloodwork done, got my results today, and they came back negative. That could just mean that i have it and it's lying dormant. Either that or I have the immune system of a GOD. On the plus side, this means that I can consume alcohol (you can't if you have active mono because it fucks with your liver) for a while longer, and we all know what a happy camper alcohol makes me. Unfortunately, now Allison can't partake, which means no drunk sex for like a month. Conversely, that makes me a very UNhappy camper. Oh well, shit happens right? And she's been getting slowly but surely better, so it's nice to know that my girlfriend isn't going to, you know, die of malnutrition or anything.
On to the next part of the week though (on a much lighter note). We got a new TV in the apartment. Ryan found a craig'slist ad for a 36 inch TV in good condition for 120 (which we deftly haggled down to an even 100). So on Friday we went up to 41st st. to acquire our AWESOME purchase.
Turns out that if a TV is not a flatscreen, 36 inches at the diagonal makes the whole unit weigh like 200 fucking pounds. We had come equipped with a dolly meant for about half that and one bungie cord. I think the guy who we bought it from thought we were retarded. It barely fit in the elevator doors for the building, but we finally got it down and onto the corner. Then we all realized that we lived 27 blocks downtown plus about 6 avenues over and couldn't possibly get this thing into a subway station, much less onto the car. So I ran over to 8th ave, hailed a van taxi and brought it back. The guy took a look at our TV, told us it wouldn't go because it wouldn't fit in the trunk (never mind that it would have fit across the middle seats. This guy was a fucktard.) took my 5$ for getting me over there and left.
At this point, we were fucking panicking. Moving services were going to cost like 70-150 bucks and we had about 32$ between us. As we pondered what to do, however, an escalade limo pulled up. Apparently he was there to pick someone up, but we asked him what it would cost to get us downtown. the answer? 30$. Fuck. Yes. So we got it into the spacious trunk where it just barely fit and hoofed it downtown. 1 scary ass trip on and off the elevator and through the door of the room, however, and we had THIS
Trust me, the picture does not do it justice. But seriously, it is fucking enormous. Combine that with the fact that we have the audio running to Ryan's stereo speakers (visible in picture) and can run a laptop to it so that we can watch pirated TV shows for hours in addition to the wii, Xbox 360 and PS2 we have running through it, and it's a wonder that our room didn't collapse from the sheer volume of awesome flowing throughout it. That's about it for now I suppose. I'm gonna go sit and wish that I have a genetic immunity to mono so that I don't have to go sober for a month. Have a good day.
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