the brooklyn bridge is beautiful
It bothers me how weak we believe we are, how we can only perform when the situation really truly calls for it, how we never think we have enough time, how we believe we only have the energy to do one thing at a time, develop one relationship at a time, one major, one boyfriend, one step at a time. Define drama for me please.
Today was an interesting day, plenty of stuff happened and it was a happy day while still being completely devoid of women. Actually there were a few lookers out on the street but I mean, its not like we talked to any women today. I woke up before 11 for once, showered and watched 20 minutes of The Terminal, I think Tom Hanks should always talk like that. I walked to 30 Cooper because of the weather and got a financial aid check renewed, I wonder why I even apply for it now. The guys got together afterwards, well actually it was supposed to be the guys plus Natasha, but yeah Samar was off being a good boyfriend / slave to his woman, Natasha just never calls when she says she will and Fadi was hacking with Woah, damn him. I notice my standards declining by just being around Cooper, I mean standards for women, its really quite funny. We remind ourselves of the fact that Cooper women are beasts to keep our sanity and keep from ruining our lives with another business marriage / relationship formed out of desperation. I don’t remember who actually said that, but I think it is a quote that will live on so long as engineering kids stay lonely at Cooper.
I'm going to Lab tomorrow, i keep pushing it off to another day but i think i might actually go tomorrow. I had planned to go on Monday but yeah I waited till wednesday cuz risa was planning to go then too, but she had stuff to do on wednesday so its friday now. I can't remember whens the last time I've hung with Risa, just Risa, maybe I'm just forgetful. Whatever, I'm sure tomorrow will be pleasant.
We went to Famiglia’s for lunch, an overpriced white slice, an overpriced Snapple, tables with no parmesan. Of course I was dissatisfied but who could be unhappy with such great whether, eating and chatting with people you enjoy being around. The weather was beautiful too. The pizza really reminded me of highschool, times I really hated, times I really miss, and only now after passing these times can I come to appreciate these simple little moments.
We did a lot of walking, me, jeff and Jeremy, we did a lot of walking and then a lot of sitting. I think about two or three hours were spent at best buy playing what was that… I don’t remember, that Xbox 360 boxing game. There was also that funny guitar hero game, kinda stupid - kinda hard, kinda stupid and kinda addictive. Our original objective was to play some pool but eh, the guys weren’t up for it so we decided to watch a movie about mmm something involving children and eroticism. Well we couldn’t find a place that was showing it so we ended up walking to Chinatown, which took us across the Manhattan bridge, then across the Brooklyn bridge. I got some tofu fa while we were in Chinatown and some sherbet while we were in Brooklyn. Lucky for us, we got to cross over the Brooklyn Bridge right as a storm was rolling by. We were about a third of the way through when we noticed visibility was minimal and we were feeling raindrops. Within seconds, those tiny raindrops turned into watery bullets flying completely horizontally, we had to cover our ears the whole way across the bridge. So sad, so much water, so much wetness but still no girls and no t-shirts. We made it across the bridge just in time for the rain to start falling vertically again. I got home right around the time the rain stopped and the skies opened back up.
I had assumed that mom would have scolded me for coming home drenched, I thought that she might have worried a little bit because her son was outside during the storm but no, she called me to see if I could buy another dozen oranges, I guess I should have. I assumed because Jeff and Jeremy got their calls from home at the same time, right as the rain started coming down on us. It was funny having only half of you be extremely wet almost the whole way. My socks actually stayed dry for 90 percent of the trip.
Mom keeps telling me to stay away from some people, I know what shes thinking and I’m choosing not to live like that, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being angry.
Risa had written somewhere on her desk, how did the quote go… a fool looks for happiness from afar, and a wise man grows it under his feet? Brought up of course in a rather irritating context but I understand how it would seem to apply to me. I don’t want to say it should be relevant to my life and my problems, but if it is, then it should be for everyone’s lives, and everyone’s problems. Currently, I think I’m perfectly happy, though I have trouble finding ways to bring out some things I would like to say, or finding people to say it to, they’re not really big deals. I’m healthy, I have friends and a family that cares. Sure I’m sexually frustrated but who isn’t? At the time in which I was told that quote, I had been feeling some odd things towards Risa, and it’s a good thing that I don’t feel them anymore, it’s a good thing that I was just confusing my loneliness with something else because it would have complicated my life, the problem itself complicated things and that is what I was upset about. Because I was helpless to fix the problem, all I could really do was do some thinking and wait for the feelings to pass. For doing this, somehow I am classified as mmm is lazy the right word? Not trying? Or not trying hard enough to make myself happy? To fix my life and my problems? Legs up in the air and waiting for a solution were the words used at the time. I guess I linger on old problems too much, that is a great fault of mine.
Today was an interesting day, plenty of stuff happened and it was a happy day while still being completely devoid of women. Actually there were a few lookers out on the street but I mean, its not like we talked to any women today. I woke up before 11 for once, showered and watched 20 minutes of The Terminal, I think Tom Hanks should always talk like that. I walked to 30 Cooper because of the weather and got a financial aid check renewed, I wonder why I even apply for it now. The guys got together afterwards, well actually it was supposed to be the guys plus Natasha, but yeah Samar was off being a good boyfriend / slave to his woman, Natasha just never calls when she says she will and Fadi was hacking with Woah, damn him. I notice my standards declining by just being around Cooper, I mean standards for women, its really quite funny. We remind ourselves of the fact that Cooper women are beasts to keep our sanity and keep from ruining our lives with another business marriage / relationship formed out of desperation. I don’t remember who actually said that, but I think it is a quote that will live on so long as engineering kids stay lonely at Cooper.
I'm going to Lab tomorrow, i keep pushing it off to another day but i think i might actually go tomorrow. I had planned to go on Monday but yeah I waited till wednesday cuz risa was planning to go then too, but she had stuff to do on wednesday so its friday now. I can't remember whens the last time I've hung with Risa, just Risa, maybe I'm just forgetful. Whatever, I'm sure tomorrow will be pleasant.
We went to Famiglia’s for lunch, an overpriced white slice, an overpriced Snapple, tables with no parmesan. Of course I was dissatisfied but who could be unhappy with such great whether, eating and chatting with people you enjoy being around. The weather was beautiful too. The pizza really reminded me of highschool, times I really hated, times I really miss, and only now after passing these times can I come to appreciate these simple little moments.
We did a lot of walking, me, jeff and Jeremy, we did a lot of walking and then a lot of sitting. I think about two or three hours were spent at best buy playing what was that… I don’t remember, that Xbox 360 boxing game. There was also that funny guitar hero game, kinda stupid - kinda hard, kinda stupid and kinda addictive. Our original objective was to play some pool but eh, the guys weren’t up for it so we decided to watch a movie about mmm something involving children and eroticism. Well we couldn’t find a place that was showing it so we ended up walking to Chinatown, which took us across the Manhattan bridge, then across the Brooklyn bridge. I got some tofu fa while we were in Chinatown and some sherbet while we were in Brooklyn. Lucky for us, we got to cross over the Brooklyn Bridge right as a storm was rolling by. We were about a third of the way through when we noticed visibility was minimal and we were feeling raindrops. Within seconds, those tiny raindrops turned into watery bullets flying completely horizontally, we had to cover our ears the whole way across the bridge. So sad, so much water, so much wetness but still no girls and no t-shirts. We made it across the bridge just in time for the rain to start falling vertically again. I got home right around the time the rain stopped and the skies opened back up.
I had assumed that mom would have scolded me for coming home drenched, I thought that she might have worried a little bit because her son was outside during the storm but no, she called me to see if I could buy another dozen oranges, I guess I should have. I assumed because Jeff and Jeremy got their calls from home at the same time, right as the rain started coming down on us. It was funny having only half of you be extremely wet almost the whole way. My socks actually stayed dry for 90 percent of the trip.
Mom keeps telling me to stay away from some people, I know what shes thinking and I’m choosing not to live like that, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being angry.
Risa had written somewhere on her desk, how did the quote go… a fool looks for happiness from afar, and a wise man grows it under his feet? Brought up of course in a rather irritating context but I understand how it would seem to apply to me. I don’t want to say it should be relevant to my life and my problems, but if it is, then it should be for everyone’s lives, and everyone’s problems. Currently, I think I’m perfectly happy, though I have trouble finding ways to bring out some things I would like to say, or finding people to say it to, they’re not really big deals. I’m healthy, I have friends and a family that cares. Sure I’m sexually frustrated but who isn’t? At the time in which I was told that quote, I had been feeling some odd things towards Risa, and it’s a good thing that I don’t feel them anymore, it’s a good thing that I was just confusing my loneliness with something else because it would have complicated my life, the problem itself complicated things and that is what I was upset about. Because I was helpless to fix the problem, all I could really do was do some thinking and wait for the feelings to pass. For doing this, somehow I am classified as mmm is lazy the right word? Not trying? Or not trying hard enough to make myself happy? To fix my life and my problems? Legs up in the air and waiting for a solution were the words used at the time. I guess I linger on old problems too much, that is a great fault of mine.