I don't even know why I do it.

WHAT A FUCKING HEADACHE.

Yeah. Elan called me at 11:30 friday night, asking if I was up for an overnight tour at GOVAC. Sure, no problem, I really want to be running on coffee for the circle line tour tomorrow. So I did it. Midnight to three, no calls, just chilling with Elan and Steve and Matt in the Triple Crown diner, then driving around talking to North Shore crews. ( Read more... )

That's in reference to the party mix one of Mose's friends made in February, which spread like wildfire over the Hartwick campus, and is now on my iPod. Taking up way too much space, but as driving music goes, you can't get any better.

Right. Hartwick. Awesome. Got there, Chris was waiting in the admissions lounge with the NYC regional admissions ( Read more... )

your flippancy

your shortsightedness

your attention span

all sorts of other shit.

Well, that was a night for the ages. There has to be something about my father combined with copious amounts of alcohol that results in hilarity... too many little things to recount. Suffice it to say the seder, though long, had amazing French-Tunisian food, just like last year. Dad might come with us to Hartwick on thursday, which would be nothing ( Read more... )

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Half day tomorrow, going to hit up Slim's for lunch with Steph. Then GOVAC... then thursday, GOVAC again, I need some plans for friday, saturday is Kelly's show (WOOO! So psyched. And I got the Crown Vic to go up there.) Sunday is the 12 hour GOVAC shift from hell, unless Evan dispatches or rides.

So Dad gave me another cooking lesson today. Steak ( Read more... )

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So my mom walked into my room while I was semi-asleep, and read off three rejection letters to me today! Woo.

SUNY Purchase: Accepted, merit scholarships, sent back reply card saying 'no'.

SUNY New Paltz: Rejected, application incomplete, didn't care one way or the other.

SUNY Oneonta: See SUNY New Paltz.

Hartwick College: Accepted, muchos dinero
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The last thing I fucking need after getting home on a Friday night, when I was supposed to see Liz and enjoy myself, and instead got roped into pulling tour for the third night in a row, driving around for a half hour looking for parking, and collapsing into my chair, is THIS.

Fuck laying your problems on me. Fuck your concern for my future, and ( Read more... )