Wednesday, November 7, 2007

We are a dream. You the dreamer.

November 7th? Really?

My mind is still spending summer in the lake house upstate. Apparently the weather begs to differ. Having spent most of yesterday in either a car or indoors, today felt unusually cold. Granted its November already, but it just doesn't feel like it.

I woke up at 8:30am and did the usual routine. I roll out of bed, walk over to the window to look at all the boats out on Sheepshead Bay, then stumble into a steaming shower for 30 minutes. Somehow I always manage to come out of the shower at exactly the right time without ever looking at a watch, yet I can spend hours online without noticing the time fly by. Funny how that works. Or not.

The train ride into the city wasn't very exciting. I've found myself taking the B express train rather then the Q local train lately although it takes the same amount of time but means more transfers for me. The people on the B train are more pleasant to be around. (Read: The girls are cuter on the B) Lots of pretty blonde girls in business suits with nice shoes. On sunny days like today the view out the window passing over the Manhattan Bridge for 15 minutes is almost enough to make up for the other hour spent in tunnels. I cant tell you how many times I've caught myself thinking about which building is going to be mine, only to realize that just one probably wont be enough. In the words of John Lennon: "You may call me a dreamer, but I'm not the only one".

English Lit. up first. Managed to stay awake through the entire discussion of Kafka who, like I said, should die. Oh, wait, he did. Bummer. Speech communications up next. That Prof. is another big city dreamer. She's a Pennsylvania girl who's just happy to be in the city. (Read: Easy A) A description of my Computer Information Systems class would be almost as snore-worthy as the class itself. I'll spare you. Save for the pretty blonde girl that loves to sit next to me and tell me random stories, its a nightmare. Likewise with Sociology. And then we go home.

Dark outside when I step out of class at 5:30pm? Seriously? Someone has really got to rethink this whole time thing. It doesn't work for me. Though the skyline does look better at night.

Applebee's for dinner with the parents tonight. Maybe I've refined my tastes, but that place doesn't taste nearly as good as it did when we'd spend every weekend there 5 years ago.

Work: Teaching the pretty little high school girls at the John Dewey High School Webmaster Training on Friday. "Gotta love high school girls man, you keep getting older, but they stay the same age" - Dazed and Confused

Tribeca Performing Arts Center for two shows on Sunday.

Haverem Theater in Brooklyn for one show next Sunday.

Figures that I'd start a blog when things are dull and there is not much to talk about. It'll get better though, promise. Or rather, it probably won't get better, so unless this interests you go find some midget porn and knock yourself out.

Sweet dreams kids.

P.S. Does anyone else think this whole [American Dollar is practically worthless] thing has gone just a bit too far? Now China doesn't want to invest in the United States anymore? Whatever happened to being an Ubercountry with world power? And the stock market plummeting again today for what must be the 4th time in 2 months isn't too exciting either. Though my portfolio did manage to generally go unchanged for now. Someone should write a letter or something, and while your at it, go ahead and lower gas prices too. K thanks.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What surprises me more then the fact that you spend your day more or less like an actual human being as opposed to waking up every morning and taking on your role of Lucifer as i thought you did, is the fact that you can actually put together a variation of words in such a manner that doesnt make me want to vomit then quickly prod out my eyes.