Well in the past few weeks, I've been to D.C. twice, NYC once (by accident), Central PA for more days than I care to remember, I've celebrated three holidays, been to 1.2 x 10^45 gillion parties/bars, studied for the GMATs, seen mummers for the first time, saw Srav and Mich twice (at least!), almost got assaulted by someone's ex-wife and a fur hag, took shots in front of cops, interviewed for a 'real person' job, acquired a lovely oscillating heater that is keeping me awful warm right now, and even gone to the gym (once).
A lot has happened. So what story shall I promulgate to ring in this new term full of procrastinating/distracting blog posts? Or should I write an anecdote full of wisdom and understanding?
I have no idea.
I’ve been saying that a lot lately.
Like when my friend messaged me a very interesting quote. I could not grasp it! It’s not like I’m unintelligent. I read things…sometimes… Heck, I’m studying for a graduate school entrance exam! I even noticed when The Nosh’s (36th and Market) sign pointing to the entrance was spelled “enterence”.
Anyway, here is the quote.
“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.”
William Butler Yeats
He told me I would understand in half an hour. That was like 7 hours ago. I even Googled the meaning. I have no idea.
What did I say the other night during a brown-out to offend my lovely roommate? I have no idea.
Like when my friend says “whaddya mean we’re on the bus to NYC instead of D.C.?” Well, I have no idea!! I got on the bus the ticket guy said was to D.C. which had a sign that said it was going to D.C. but clearly, we’ve been driving north through New Jersey (fu NJ, yea, I said it), and there’s a bridge with the beautiful Manhattan skyline behind it. Damn Asians and their affordable, but thoroughly unorganized transportation system.
Or like, when I was trying to explain how I wanted to go see the mummers. They’re men that dress up in drag, do a little jig called the mummer strut, get really plastered, and are in a parade! I have no idea, I just want to go see them and drink in the streets in front of cops. That’s all!
You get the picture. When do I have class tomorrow, I have NO idea. But, will I be in class tomorrow? Yes. Will I be writing a blog post because I can already foresee my 4 minute attention span kicking in. I have no idea, but I’d guess yes.
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