Life has been pretty uneventful since my last blog post besides some really random angry thoughts I've been having.
1. Certain people shouldn't be allowed to walk. Not like, being confined to a wheelchair or something, but they just shouldn't have the permission to walk on New York City sidewalks, namely:
-Old people, both of the single and couple variety
-Young people, mainly of the couple variety but also of the slow, aimless, dumbass variety. A couple holding hands is like an elephant trying to have sex with a mouse. It's basically physically impossible for there to be enough space. And, the elephant ruins the mouse so much that no one else can enjoy it (I'm aware that elephants are afraid of mice, but animal sex is animal sex, right?). Couples are like a phalanx. An impenetrable phalanx.
-Parents with young children. If your three-year-old cannot keep up with the rest of us he deserves a stroller.
And especially Asian tourists. Oh my goodness. It's like an annoying new species of humans that darwinistically has survived because of how annoying they are. I guess I should just say that tourists in general are the main obstacle to free-flowing sidewalk traffic, but Asian ones...well...I'm Asian so I can say this...but they are the worst. Snippity-snap with their cameras at EVERYTHING. It's like EVERYTHING is amazing to them. Empire State? Okay, pretty cool. A random cool looking building? Okay, I'll give you that; New York has some amazing architecture. But your teenage daughter in front of a fire hydrant? No. No! If you wanted a peed on piece of metal on the sidewalk, just ask me. I'll do it, for you! I will throw some change on the floor and piss on it for you. You don't need to stop my trek to class to take this picture. You just don't.
2. Really fit people going to the gym. This is just a stupid, menial angry thought, but I always feel like really fit people are somehow showing off. Coming to the gym in their cut-off shirts, sports bras and spandex and full-body length sleeve holes and amazingly chiseled bodies. Really? Cover that up! I know, I shouldn't be angry at people for being way hot and fit, but man. Wear a cow suit or something so I don't feel so ridiculous next to you.
3. Snow. I never thought snow would lose its child-like appeal, but it does. It does when it falls heavy and hard. I've had my share of white stuff to the face (nah, not really! Just wanted to make that joke.), but really though, icy-ass snow hurts when it hits you in the kisser. Combined with the windtunnels that are New York City, it's like Frosty the Snowman jizzing on my face. And I hate it when snow doesn't make up its mind. If it's all drizzly and stuff. It's like being a sissy about it. If you want to rape NYC, mother nature, do it! Don't half-ass it.
I just wanted to complain. Just some thoughts lodged in my head for the past while.
Besides anger though, I've actually been great! This semester has given me much more free time, I'm enjoying my classes for the most part AND I just got to partake in a restaurant week dinner, a friend's birthday party, and RA Soiree. Pretty quality if I do say so myself.
Love,
P
*Adele-Set Fire to the Rain
