Drankin'

September 24, 2008
I’ve been itching the day before and today because I have a Spanish quiz. I bombed the last quiz with a 77. Then again… You get to drop a quiz, there are a handful of the quizzes, and it only counts for like 10-20% of the grade. There are two midterms that count as 15% each and a final that counts for 10%. There’s so much random shit and work that’s why the percentages are so low. A real class could have the final at like 30-40% with a midterm being lower, participation only counting 10% at most and the rest for whatever essays or stuff. It’s horrific that this Spanish class has by far been my hardest and busiest class so far. I’m pretty sure I did fine on the quiz though.
After the quiz at 3:00ish, I go to the other supermarket. They are opposite sides of NYU “campus,” which is just a bunch of city blocks. The one that’s a bit out of the way, then again, that’s my standard. I just hate walking that much and people would literally say that it’s 4 blocks away. That’s just 4 blocks too much for me.
I get the ingredients for a chili and other stuff. I’ve been drinking out a big Wendy’s cup for the past few days. People make fun of it on Stickam and I agree it’s skeevy. However, I’m all about big cups and the mugs I have aren’t big enough. Thankfully this supermarket as 16 oz. plastic cups.
I get roast beef and garlic cheddar (turns out to be really interesting tasting, but very garlicky). The sandwiches are mostly for eating in the library between my class ending at 12:15 and next class starting at 2:00. The walk is “worth it” for me so for me it’s easier to go the library, plug in the computer, sit on there like I’d be at home, watch my shows, and have my lunch.
When I get back, it’s cookin’ time. It’s the first time I’ve made rice without a rice cooker. Wash the rice, put water, simmer rice. Unfortunately, I leave it on the stove for a bit too long instead of letting it sit and cook itself off the heat. The rice turns a bit off al dente, but it’s fine.

Time for the chili:
Big pot, oil, brown a pound of ground beef. Diced, 4 small red onions, which is like 2-3 cups. Sweat for a looog time, want them sweet and soft. 5 cloves of garlic, minced, in. 2 red peppers, chopped, sweat until they are soft too. Conventions call for canned tomatoes, but I used tomato sauce instead. I’m off of pasta/sauce carb load diet, so I have to use the jars of sauce that I’ve previously purchased. It’s basically the same, but it’s spiced and everything. A can of red kidney beans, in. Throw in water and reduce until right consistency.

Now I have rice and chili instead of pasta and sauce. The onion, beans, and peppers fills it up more than just being sauce. The meat is hella lot better than not having it. It turns out to be like over 2 liters of chili into a Tuperware. I had to squeeze 2 liters of rice into the other Tuperware. The conventional heat is to from Jalapeno or chipotle in abode. The place doesn’t have either. The other stuff is American hot sauce, the vingerry Tabasco or Buffalo sauce stuff. Instead, I choose Sriracha, but it’s a weird brand that is also vingerry. I throw that in and it turns out fine for getting a kick in.
I’m thinking of throwing in some eggplant. It really shrinks to nothing after being cooked and I might need lots of it.
I’ll need some cheddar to cut up and sour cream that I’ll buy tomorrow as condiments for the chili/rice.

September 25, 2008
After I walkout of my class at 7:30.T A switch just flicks in my head and I just end up having the urge to do something because it’s the “weekend” since I only have class at 2:00 on Friday, so it basically can count as a three day weekend for me.
I get back and sit on Stickam for a bit. On a usual day, I’d just watch some TV, sit on Stickam, and end up going to sleep. However, it’s the “weekend” so I jjust can sit there. I drink 4-6 cups of coffee out of boredom and it gets me really jittery. I actually look up how to make hard cider, since I’m out of alcohol, I plan on buying the ingredients tomorrow to make my own alcohol, apple cider, yeast and sugar.
I end up getting the idea that I should go to the Russian liquor store that doesn’t card and stuff. I even dress up into a button up so I look older. It’s a good coincidence that I haven’t shaved for the past few days too. My chalked ID has worked twice at a bar, so I hope if it comes to it, it works at the liquor store too. I look around and grab a plastic handle of vodka for $18.50. The guy doesn’t even card me! I tip the $1.50 change into the jar. A quid pro quo kind of move. Hopefully, I can consistently use this place.
It’s so great. It’s literally a top three moment in life. I celebrate and give a few people calls like Miah and Jenn. I get back work on my vodka and Diet Coke. It’s a good thing that I haven’t eaten since 3-4:00. I Stickam a bunch, going out for a few smokes, and stuff. After I’m done drinking, I have myself a roast beef, garlic cheddar on rye with honey mustard.

Writing about Privileged in the middle of the night:
If you guys don’t know “Privileged,” there’s an incredible moment where I just had to laugh at. There tutor (main character) is worried about her “tutee” (not sure if that’s word) being held back a year because of her grades. The “tutee” says that she might not get good grades no matter how hard she tries. The tutor responds, “That’s like not going out with guys because you worry they’ll cheat on you or not writing because you’re worried that you’ll never get published (the tutor is a struggling writer).” The girl responds, “Are you talking about the Sex and the City? I loved the movie, but I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” It’s this off tempo joke is what makes me absolutely love Casablanca. The tutor is really worried about the girl’s future and sets an extremely dramatic tone in the scene, yet the reply throws everything off and just works so well with the juxtaposition. I guess most/some might not find it funny, but it’s exactly my kind of humor and I even stopped the show to write almost 200 words about a little thing like this. In the end, the tutor explains you can’t not try because you’ll never know what the outcome will be.

I end up passing out by 5:00 for class the next day.

September 26, 2008
I sit around for most of the day. Hasan tells me to go back, but it doesn’t seem worth it if I hang out in the city instead. Also, they’re supposed to be coming into the city tomorrow anyway. Evan is unreachable for such a long time, but by 12:00, he’s almost ready and stuff and we’re going to a bar. Lets see where the night takes us.
We meet up and go to the bar that is near us. It’s one that I’ve been to three times already and the people that Evan knows are there. It turns out that I guess the people are up to other stuff and only a few of the guys are there. We only stay there for a while until the two of us walk with Karthik back to his place to hang out.
The walk back, he’s super drunk and has the flyest vomiting that I’ve ever seen. At one point, he slows down a bit and vomits onto some trash bags. I didn’t even know it was him and I think it’s something falling from the sky. He then throws up in front of him while he’s still walking and it doesn’t even get on him. He does a good job being so slick about it.
We go into his room and sit around listening to hip hop. We wait there for a while until Boris will come back because it has his weed locked up. We chill there for a while until I realize that I’m pretty much sober. We then go out to get food because Boris is on his way back eventually. Evan and Karthik get some chicken gyro shit.
On the walk back, Evan says that he needs to go sleep and goes back. Karthik invites to me to stay and hang even though Evan is going back. That’s cool. Boris is back we he rolls a fast ass joint. I only take 1 hit of it and I’m getting there. It turns out there is Coors Light in the fridge so I grab it and finish almost a 40. We then go a few doors down to Derick’s place. He has some people over and he rolls a blunt. I don’t have any of it and I end up leaving soon after that. It’s good that I got to hang out tonight and did it even though Evan left.

September 27, 2008
It’s Saturday and people end up coming into the city. I have a few drinks of my vodka until I meet up with Bolanos, Josh, CNF, and Atron. We go to the liquor store and they pick up a bottle of rum. It’s 10:30ish by now and I’m really paranoid having people over. The woman has her like 4 year old kid over and us guys are usually loud and especially with drink, which I would prefer didn’t somehow get back to mom.
We’re good about it and up leaving my place by 11:20ish. We meet up with Evan in front of his place and walk around to find a place to go. We end up going to a bar that’s near NYU campus. Atron’s ID is bad and he can’t get in. We then walk around for a while with nowhere to go. We end up walking over to Tuck Shop.
Then, Atron and Evan go off to get weed from Boris. CNF, Josh, and I hang around for a bit. We find a bar that’s a block away from me and we all are able to get in. CNF finds out that he’s lost his keys, so we run back to my place to look for them. Luckily, he finds them and we go back to the bar to grab a beer.
We tell Atron to go there because he’ll be a good wing, but he ends up again not being able to get in. I guess the city is rougher than we though. They end up walking or subwaying back to Penn by 2:30 to catch the 3:19. It’s still relatively early and I have noting to do so I end up speaking to one of my Stickam friends outside for an hour or so until I head back in.

September 28, 2008
I wake up at 4:00 and feel a bit funny. Some of it is from the fact that I probably smoked near a pack the night before. I eat and go on Stickam. Someone mentions they’ve pulled an all nighter of drinking. I decide to copy and start drinking at 5PM out of boredom. I stay that way until 2:00 when I sleep. Now that’s a fuckin long day of drinking.