is it his brown eyes?/i know blue eyes get boring but/i'll wear dark glasses all the time...
i am at the the 3N comp lab now updating because i have been computer-less this weekend...it's been kind of refreshing not being completely dependent on AIM for a while. it's given me the opportunity to do a hell of a lot of reading, none of it for school of course. on friday i bought dave eggers's new book of short stories, how we are hungry. these short stories are some of the best i have ever read in my entire life, and the best work that i think dave eggers has ever produced. THE story to read is called "The Only Meaning of the Oil-Wet Water" and for the past three days i haven't been able to get it out of my head. it is so honest and so so so so so so sad. i thought i might include one of my favorite paragraphs from the story in this entry in case anybody is interested. skip over it if you don't care but anyway here goes:
"If there were a question that needed to be answered in this story it would not be one but many, and would be these: How can a world allow all this? Allow these people to live so long? To travel all these miles south, to a place so different but still so comfortable, and in that place, meet again? To allow them to be naked together for the first time? What would their parents think? What would their friends think? Would anyone object? Who would plan for them? How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated--maybe we are--to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you."
i want to go to costa rica now and be in the sun for a long time
anyway, back to this. last night was fun because rachel and i went to the NYU women's basketball game. it was fun to watch the game even though it made me miss basketball terribly, and the whole time i kept thinking that i could play with these girls if only i didn't hurt my knee and wasn't out of shape. the best part of the game was this: immediately when we sat down in the bleachers a man approached us and asked us if we would like to be two of the four people who would participate in the half time shooting contest for the chance to win a thousand dollars! we did it, of course. the objective was to make a layup, a free throw, a 3-pointer, and a half court shot all in thirty seconds...and if you did it you won a thousand dollars, no strings attached. it was rachel and i and two other freshman boys, and of course none of us did it but we did win a free tshirt and gift certificate just for trying...along with an awesome story to tell everybody! i got a free crepe with my gift certificate and rachel got a panini. man, good times good times. you only WISH you coulda been there to watch us make asses out of ourselves.
so far today there was a fire in uhall and sarah and i had to walk down 16 flights of stairs in order to get out of the building. after that we went to french roast because there was no way in hell we were going to wait in the cold for god knows how long and then walk back up 16 flights of stairs. my game plan for the rest of the day is to read more of how we are hungry and also start reading some of the mcsweeneys stories (yes, i cracked yesterday and bought the new mcsweeneys...i should never feel guilty about spending money on books, that's what carole deletiner told me last year and i will never forget it). i still haven't seen the spongebob movie but i'm hoping tomorrow will be the day...plus i still gotta get my hands on one of those spongebob watches from burger king, where in the hell is there a burger king around here?
ok i'm out of here, you kids take care of yourselves
"If there were a question that needed to be answered in this story it would not be one but many, and would be these: How can a world allow all this? Allow these people to live so long? To travel all these miles south, to a place so different but still so comfortable, and in that place, meet again? To allow them to be naked together for the first time? What would their parents think? What would their friends think? Would anyone object? Who would plan for them? How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated--maybe we are--to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you."
i want to go to costa rica now and be in the sun for a long time
anyway, back to this. last night was fun because rachel and i went to the NYU women's basketball game. it was fun to watch the game even though it made me miss basketball terribly, and the whole time i kept thinking that i could play with these girls if only i didn't hurt my knee and wasn't out of shape. the best part of the game was this: immediately when we sat down in the bleachers a man approached us and asked us if we would like to be two of the four people who would participate in the half time shooting contest for the chance to win a thousand dollars! we did it, of course. the objective was to make a layup, a free throw, a 3-pointer, and a half court shot all in thirty seconds...and if you did it you won a thousand dollars, no strings attached. it was rachel and i and two other freshman boys, and of course none of us did it but we did win a free tshirt and gift certificate just for trying...along with an awesome story to tell everybody! i got a free crepe with my gift certificate and rachel got a panini. man, good times good times. you only WISH you coulda been there to watch us make asses out of ourselves.
so far today there was a fire in uhall and sarah and i had to walk down 16 flights of stairs in order to get out of the building. after that we went to french roast because there was no way in hell we were going to wait in the cold for god knows how long and then walk back up 16 flights of stairs. my game plan for the rest of the day is to read more of how we are hungry and also start reading some of the mcsweeneys stories (yes, i cracked yesterday and bought the new mcsweeneys...i should never feel guilty about spending money on books, that's what carole deletiner told me last year and i will never forget it). i still haven't seen the spongebob movie but i'm hoping tomorrow will be the day...plus i still gotta get my hands on one of those spongebob watches from burger king, where in the hell is there a burger king around here?
ok i'm out of here, you kids take care of yourselves