11/9

got up today and had my usual ham omelette. once the cafeteria's chef felipe sees me turn the corner his tongs turn towards the stovetop ready to transform egg yolk in to golden goodness. this morning i got up extra earlier to jam my readings for my class at 10 in before my class started- i thought this might be a good idea. omelette atop my biodegradable plate (the only thing good for the environment in the cafeteria besides the matching flatware) and grabbed a seat in a booth against the cafeteria's white wall. luckily i was reading the "age of reason" by paine so my only "pain" (which at this time is usually trying bring myself to drink the cafeteria's coffee) was that i had not had the opportunity to read mr. thomas before. by the time i had finished my packet it looked as though a highlighter had streaked naked through it (there was just too much great stuff). took the elevator back up to the room and pulled together an outfit that (for most people) did not in any way match the winter like weather that has already begun. to seem as though i had some sort of normal body temperature i threw on a scarf and was out the door.

my two hour class went well and before i knew it i was seated on a bench with two of my friends, one beside me and the other across from us, sitting on a structure that honestly looks like a sombrero, eating lunch. we munched and chatted and before i knew it my room mate and i were in what i like to refer to as the "twilight zone rite-aid". now i must explain why this particular rite-aid deserves the homage of the classic television show, most rite-aid's are perfectly pleasant places but for some reason the one at the end of our block always makes for some of the weirdest experiences where you're constantly asking yourself- if your'e still on planet earth? i went in determined to get in and out effieciently but lost all of those logical thoughts when i saw a stack of pillow pets. the purple unicorn pillow pet and i met glances and that instant connection soon made us inseparable. i was really determined to consecrate our relationship by paying twenty dollars for something that i most certainly did not need before my room mate thankfully became the voice of reason and was able to successfully dissuade me. And focused me back to a reasonable purchase. after i got over the emotion of leaving my friend amongst all the other overly priced plushies i was back to the room for the first of the many cat naps i take during the day to keep my sanity.

a couple hours later slightly more rested i journeyed back out into the world. i had only made it half way down my block when a man in a puffy read vest and matching hat and scarf and shoes asked me, "do you want to come to therapy with me?". i was confused if he meant for his outfit or his affinity for conversing with absolute strangers about his personal life, when i luckily realized (before i could comment on either) that he had a blue tooth piece (that surprisingly was not red) in his ear. blushing (i guess he has a red effect on people) to avoid laughing out loud i continued my short strides down the crowded block, wishfully thinking that these occurrences either were a figment of my imagination or hoping that their occurrence would stipend a bit. i had to walk about 10 blocks to continue the film assignment i had for one of my religion classes (that i should have started much earlier) but soon large white mini buildings in the street caught my eye. movie trailers. a true new york moment. i having no shame of looking unlike a "true new yorker",who would maturely bypass the activity, paraded down the street to see who i could find. i had nearly reached the end of the block having seen no one when i saw a familiar face in a long dark coat. then i heard their unmistakable voice, ladies and gentlemen i give you mr. chris rock in the east village wearing a bowler hat. i was on the phone with my dad at the time but did have enough pride to wait till i got around the block to exclaim my excitement. just another day of odd funs i figured. i happily walked back a little star struck and went down into the basement i mean our cafeteria and spent my dinner conversing with a large group of people that sat around one small table (like clowns in a clown car) over the greatness of harry potter.

for f*cks sake