White Lines and Red Lights

I'm not sure just how interesting my blog will be, but hey--if you're reading, you probably like it, right? Whatever. I ain't gon' trip.

So I guess I'm supposed to write my feelings and junk in here, right? Or like update y'all on my life?

Okay, well, I've been in the city for about two weeks now; it's been pretty bitchin'. Most of it at least. I came here to welcome all the freshies back during Welcome Week as (an appropriately named) Welcome Week Leader. I spent many many hours at training, which I'm sorry to say, seemed like a bit of a waste of time. Pretty much, all they needed to tell us was to be fun, nice, sober, and to not harass the new kids. But of course, NYU felt the need to stretch that message for three days.

I of course, ended up being the only guy in my Welcome Week training group, but it's all good. I'm a playa like that. I reached celebrity status when I made a That's What She Said... joke and pretty much everyone fell in love me.

Aside from that, the only really interesting things...or thing really was The Beach Ball AKA awkward 7th grade dance with 18 year olds and chicken fingers. A girl took off her top and the DJ was weird. This supremely white disc-jockey made 'a shout-out to all his Punjabis,' and blasted a techno Indian song. I thought that would be a big flop. But it seems I was wrong, for all the supposed Punjabis seemed to be hiding in the sea of grinding freshmen when they were called by the DJ.

Oh yeah, I also finally took a double-decker bus tour of the city. It was pretty cool. Except the branches were so low on the trees that I got bitched-slapped a few times. It was like I was a misbehaving whore and the tree was a swifthanded pimp. Anyways, my tourguide was a little racist, or ignorant. Or probably just old. He somehow knew a lot of Mandarin and kept prodding me and my Vietnamese friend for Chinese lessons. Needless to say, I was a little offended--but no worries, because he fixed it by telling my Black friend that Asians and Blacks have always been in a battle for minority supremacy. Obviously, I broke it off with said Black friend and I have been stalking her since with machete in hand, waiting for her to turn her back so I can shank that bitch. Thanks tourguide!

But now, school is starting tomorrow and I am definitely a bit nervous. 8AM recitation? Ugh. But oh well, I survived it four days a week last semester, so I guess I can do it twice a week this semester. Maybe I'll just sleep with my recitation leaders and get As for some 'extra credit.' Oh boy, I am naughty.

Oh! And New York news sucks. It's great for a couple of laughs.

Anyways, time for bed.

Thanks for reading and popping my blog post virginity. Don't worry, I wanted it. It wasn't rape.

-Patrick

(btw, the title of my blog posts will probably be the name of the song I'm listening to, or a richly profound lyric from the song, in case you're wondering. I'm not entirely creative enough to have such fantastical post titles about my everyday life.)


*Between the Trees-White Lines and Redlights