“I was thinking, if he gets hit I can’t go to work. It’s Sunday. I can’t miss out. It’s a time-and-a-half day.”—Carlos Flores, on why he hopped onto the subway tracks to save a passenger who’d fainted onto them | via daily intel
I woke up about an hour ago because I was having crazy nightmares. One where a bunch of my teeth were falling out (including my front two, one of which had a cranberry packed in it like a cavity) and another where I was supposed to be escorting someone to prison and they got away.
I’m feeling really stupid today, which I don’t totally get because I feel like I did a lot of work over the weekend.
Maybe I should back up. Shit has been really weird for the past 17 or so hours.
First, I had a really crazy dream having to do with me being a prostitute, giving a 16 year old boy a blow job in the brothel bathroom for 60 bucks, having a psychopathic killer after me, and witnessing the murder of my madam. It was so disturbing and life-like that I woke up in a frigid sweat. I tried to wake up my boyfriend, but I knew he had to get up really early in the morning so I whimpered and rolled over, half-scared and half-eager to go back to sleep.
Later, despite having 1.5 cups of coffee I found myself falling asleep on the train on my way into school. Then, despite being days ahead in class reading, I felt behind during lecture. It was insane - almost as if I hadn’t read anything at all. And the questions I did ask, which I thought were pretty good thankyouverymuch, were met with a kind of blank stare in the first instance and a question-as-answer response in the latter. It was incredibly frustrating and left me wishing I’d never broken class silence or tried to increase my understanding.
I feel like a lost cause. I feel like no matter what I do, no matter how much I think I do, it’s insufficient or just doesn’t matter. It fucking sucks.
This post makes no sense. Welcome to my brainzies.
“If I were to say to him, as I have on many occasions, ‘What shall we have for dinner tonight?’ If he says to me, ‘Oh, I don’t care; you choose,’ I know that’s a really bad answer, because then I’m stuck with the responsibility. So I will come back and I’ll say, ‘All right. Well, so how do you feel about Chinese or Mexican or Italian?’ And if he says a second time, ‘I really, really don’t care,’ then I will go choose. Now, contrarily, if he says to me, ‘What do you want for dinner tonight,’ I will say, ‘What do you want?’ Then he’ll go, ‘Well, I was thinking of maybe picking up some Thai.’ And if I’m in a good humor, I’ll say, ‘That’s fine.’ But if I am feeling not enthusiastic about Thai, I’ll say, ‘Well, maybe we should consider something else.’ And he’ll say, ‘Well, then you choose.’”—
Secretary of State Hillary Clinton explains to Australian radio hosts how she and Bill decide what to eat for dinner. (via lionessyawn)
So Hillary gets to choose what is for dinner most of the of the time. :)
this happens with P and I all the time! that’s it: i’m now convinced that this is how all power couples work…
Currently at NYU's Presentation of their 2031 Expansion Plan at CB2
It hasn’t started yet, but so far I’ve made two observations:
(1) it’s a rather homogenous bunch that’s interested in attending such a meeting in such a geographic locale at such an hour on such a weekday, and
(2) there are consequences to being the biggest and baddest kid on the block - there’re tons of people who just want to see you get your stuff handed to you.*
*this is not meant to evince any choosing of sides on my part. In fact, I’m pretty torn on the matter, both philosophically (“yeah historical preservation” vs. “growth and change are facts of urban life”) and emotionally (“protect residents expectations” vs. “do Greenwich Village residents just need shit to protest in order to feel alive?”).
I like to listen to music while studying/reading - mostly because having headphones in/on is the universal symbol for “don’t fucking talk to me, I’m doing important things that require me to tune you and your stories about what you did this weekend that was sooooooo awesome” out.
But the only band I can listen to and effectively get any work done is Ratatat. But they only have 4 (short) albums. And I have a lot of studying to do.