Words fail me:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/suffolkmurders/story/0,,1974747,00.html

Oh, and I'm done for the semester. Thank christ.

NO MORE MID-DAY NAPS EVER

http://www.thereeler.com/nyc_film_festivals/nyff_apted_tells_new_york_what.php

"I ain't giving you no $10. Why? Cuz you on crack. You a crackhead!" - black guy to shuffling old white dude, Lafayette & White

The thing is, I was the only one who smiled at this and thought it was funny. Everyone else just kind of looked away appalled.

Standing outside of Tisch, in the 1 hr. 45 min. break between my two English classes, both me and Zach make calls at the same time. And getting off my call, I hear him yelling at his mom: "Mom, I NEED my Smiths T-shirt. It's my favorite T-shirt."

And other ways to tell you go to NYU...

I'm never buying another iPod. Fuckers.

The one thing more pathetic than not having something to do on a Friday is signing in someone who does because his friends have already signed too many people in.

More people need to come to the city. Fast.

Updating from a common computer lab. Allow an old emo child his indulgences.

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