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| Read this comment by MeFi user nasreddin. The thing that caught my mind was the High School sports T-Shirts. One time I was out and wearing my Science Swimming T-Shirt. Someone stopped me and said, "Ha, I get it. There's no science in swimming." Setting aside from the incredible level of science involved in modern competitive swimming, I simply stared blankly at them and said, "No, it's not ironic. I went to Bronx Science and was on the Swim Team." Dead end of Western Civilization, indeed. - Tags:randomness
- Location:07014
- Mood:busy
 - Music:The Traveling Wilburys - 7 Deadly Sins
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|  Quickpost this image to Myspace, Digg, Facebook, and others! I found this cool solar-burned photo on Google Street View last week. Enjoy a 1.3MiB PNG. That's what I get for desiring exactitude. Dial-up beware. | |
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| I'm at work, slowly working. Fun is happening a lot lately: new friends, exhibition/promotion test today, sleep dep silliness and
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| Let us say you're a superintendent. Why in holy fuck do you have 3 numbers I can contact you at AND YOU NEVER ANSWER THEM OR RETURN MY CALLS WHEN THERE IS WATER DRIPPING FROM MY FUCKING CEILING? | |
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| Am I the only one that thinks 10/23 should also be a Discordian holiday. Unfortunately its only the 4th day of Aftermath. Tomorrow is Maladay, though. Meh. | |
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| Asian Plastic Surgery: "Preserving Asian Identity Through Cosmetic Surgery" came up while I was reading my MTA weekend travel advisories. A rather large part of me wants to say "what the fuck?" The rest wants to say, "You meant to say 'well-equipped" there in the last paragraph, didn't you?"
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| Before I get down to business, I'd like to say that yesterday I did the usual run yesterday in 18/19 minutes (I don't remember which...).
What is interesting, to me, is that so many of our behaviors and feelings in the now are strongly influenced, if not outrightly dictated by our behaviors and feelings in the past. For instance, of late I've been spending time with people from BxSci, and I treat them much the same way as I used to. Sam will always be short and look like Bill Gates, even if he doesn't anymore. I'll likely always flop over Kitri and Chloe, even as we've all aged I've realized that for one reason or another, a relationship with either probably wouldn't work. There are other examples, but these are the most glaring to me.
Lately I've been having trouble meeting and speaking with new people. I just kind of clam up. I've always held myself to be extroverted, but in reality, if I have nothing to say, I'd stay quiet, except that I really, really dislike silence. I like hearing stories from people, and I feel that I have no stories of my own. Other people's exploits are so funny, amusing, heart-rending, beautiful, and more while mine are simply how I live my life day to day. I realize that to a certain extend, even these others probably don't see their stories that way.
I also think that I've been even more annoying than usual. Talking when I shouldn't, pressing points I should drop, being sleepy when I should be actively following along with the group, and more!
Blah. Back for another downward swing, I guess. I should have been able to tell because I started writing in here again.
Oh, and we still don't know whether we've got the apartment yet. The management company was supposed to interview us yesterday and give us their decision. But they did not. | |
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| As Delwin said:
Happy 6-9
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The sad, sad mailboxes
Saw these on 5th Avenue in the upper 20s, low 30s when I was walking with  charleniehead. There are, in fact, others. |
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| So, on Monday morning, at Delancy Street, I said "Gehzundheit" (or however it's spelt) to a lady on the train that sneezed. She said, "Thank You," as though no one ever said such a thing, like she was genuinely surprised that a random stranger would wish her well during her morning commute. | |
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| So, excepting my usual ad-libbing, here's what I said last night at  malual's mom's house last night: ( Wherein Peter uses his certificationCollapse )You know, That was a lot of fun, I should find out what kind of registration I need (as I do need some kind of registration) to do that sort of thing in NYC. | |
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| There are eggplants in We♥Katamari!!!
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| - Tags:randomness
- Mood:awake
- Music:Alice Cooper - Feed My Frankenstein ( http://pandora.com )
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| So, faboo and I were travelling by Subway somewhere to a station that kinda reminds me of the Borough Hall station, but not quite. We got separated and met in a sit-down area (maybe Grand Central). I knew we were on vacation from something. faboo is sitting at a table for four, and as I attempt to join him, a woman in a sky blue pantsuit tells me that I cannot sit there, and as we are both submissive, could we both please sit over here. I try to look at faboo, but before I do, she says my name, and glances over to her partner, who I don't see, but I can feel them behind me. She knows we're in town to see a concert. Cut back to me changing some applicaion for vacation to all "W"s to prevent this event happening. [I guess I realize that is all ridiculous and so...] Cut forward to me running, and calling charleniehead on my cell, trying to figure out a place to meet that I can describe by reference to our past when they weren't watching me, so I refer to the Brooklyn Museum by way of the night we both went there. [Wake up.] | |
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| I love you. Yes, you.
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| Open-source your girlfriend!
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| (22:29:10) Melissa: " I think we have a responsibility to our adolescents to acknowledge and allow this burgeoning sexuality; teaching children that sex is somehow this improper and dirty act that can only be validated when you conduct it with someone you're married to (or at least love) is cheating them of a rightful enjoyment of what God gave us all. Jesus, people, its just sex. Its not nuclear war."
(22:31:48) Me: mmmm
(22:31:56) Me: NUCLEAR WAR SEX
(22:31:59) Me: I have found my calling!
(22:32:08) Melissa: um....Peter...?
(22:32:12) Me: what?
(22:32:17) Melissa: *laughs*
(22:32:27) Me: It would be the greatest performance art evar
(22:32:30) Melissa: I think that'd be a little difficult
(22:32:33) Melissa: lol
(22:32:36) Melissa: oh, man.
(22:32:37) Me: two sub-critical masses
(22:32:43) Me: one yonic, one phallic
(22:32:51) Me: bring them together on stage!
(22:32:56) Me: and watch the fireworks
(22:33:03) Melissa: and die
(22:33:06) Me: well, yes - Tags:funny, randomness, sex
- Music:Best Of College A Cappella - Bring Me To Life -- Johns Hopkins Octopodes
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