September 17, 2008
After class, I go to the supermarket to buy some shit. I need to change my diet because I fuckin gained weight from last semester eating only pasta with heavy tomato sauce and sandwiches of turkey and Swiss, with chips and hummus. It doesn’t seem like that bad, but I guess the pasta is what did it.
I try to go to salad, so I grab two heads of lettuce because it’s fresher and a better deal than buying the salad mix. I already have balsamic dressing, so I work it off of that. I should’ve made my own vinaigrette. I grab a block of mozzarella, a fresh red bell pepper, croutons, and a lb. of chicken breast. I also get to large Tupperware things for the salad.
Cooking part (You can skip if you don’t care about cooking):
When I get back, I clean and cut up the lettuce. Almost of 2 lbs. of lettuce turns out to be a lot… So I don’t use it all since it won’t fit in the container. I then cut up the peppers and cook them. You want to burn them a little bit to get that grill flavor. Put that into another container. Get the block of mozzarella, dice it, throw it in with the peppers.
Salt, pepper, and curry on the chicken. Onto the pan. Cook, cover, flip, cover. You want color on the chicken, but chicken needs to be cooked all the way so lower the heat and cover it at a point. Then let it sit. If you cut it immediately, it’ll be way too hot for fingers. Most importantly, all the juice will flow out. Letting it sit firms it up and makes sure it withholds the juices.
Then dice that up, throw it into the cheese and peppers mix. Handful of lettuce into bowl, scoop of the “substance of the salad” mix, put up dressing, toss salad, and finish with croutons. It will probably last me 4-5 times because I used a lb. of chicken.
I’m supposed to do some work, but I end up sitting on Stickam for a while. I also hate on Atron for unemployed ass getting an iPhone. Whatever, he got his priority on ballin’ shit. Evan gives me a call because he wants grab dinner. I ate, but I go along to hang out.
We walk to the dining hall on campus. We meet up with his friend Emery, who I’ve met a bunch of times already. It’s his birthday and he’s having his 21st on Saturday. It’s supposed to be a crazy party. Good times!
We end up going to the conversation of how I’d do all those Psych paid oddjobs/surveys and whatever. He gives me an email for that. Sweet times. We then get into the game of “How Much Would It Cost For You To…”
It goes into how Evan would take $100 billion if he had to die at 35. We then speculate how much could be done to the world with that much money. While some of it could be used to have fun, but we just have this idea of what good could come out of one’s life with that much money.
I come back to write the blog and watch the new CW show, Privileged. I love it so far. About a quirky, witty Yale graduate writer from New York that gets hired by a multi-billionaire family to tutor two snobbish high school girls in Palm Beach, California, thus the name “Privileged.” She’s supposed to make sure that they get the grades to get into Duke. She reminds me of the strong-willed female that we love so much from Veronica Mars, which is one of the finest shows of our time. It’s a very fun show. It’s filled with the awkward conflict with one of the daughters, who’s she’s supposed to help and is relying on her doing well. And then there’s the younger sister that looks up to her as a mother figure. Then again, the set up is very “Cinderella.” Did I mention that her pay is $1,500 a week and getting all her college loans paid off if she pulls the job…
Anyway, time to get off this blog and back to doing some schoolwork. I’ve actually come to enjoy doing some of my readings and reading outside stuff about it because I’m especially enjoying my Civil Liberties class, which might as well be called “Supreme Court.” The reading up is good because I should be participating more in classes in general and it also helps me do my favorite thing, faux debates in class where I simply smash people down for comments that I find stupid.
September 18, 2007
I get an email back from the Psych department that I can go in on Tuesday and earn like $10 for like an hours of filling out stupid shit. Sounds like a plan. After my class, I try contacting Evan, but he’s not picking up. I get back to the apartment and start finishing my Vodka. It’s been good that it’s lasted for almost 2 weeks.
I start at 9:30ish and it’s a good thing that I haven’t eaten since 2:00. I work on that while I’m chilling on Stickam. At 12:00ish, I go out for a walk and cig break. I have a 40 minute call with Bolanos speaking about legal jurisprudence, the deficit, future Presidents, and so on. I then go back on Stickam, make myself a sandwich, and sit around until 4:00 when I sleep since I have class at 2:00 the next day.
September 19, 2008
For my Spanish class, I end up getting a 77 on my test from stupid mistakes and all that dumbness. It’s so ridiculous that this class is killing me. Whatever, I should be able to drop this quiz, but I gotta start doing better in this bullshit. After class, I go to the supermarket. I don’t know why I didn’t go this supermarket last semester. It’s right on campus. So instead of walking out of my way to a supermarket and walking back, I can just stop by on the way home from classes.
I have loads of lettuce, but I’m falling down on my “filler” mix. I get a red pepper and a small eggplant. I also grab ice trays because the one I have is way too small. The one I get is huge and makes ice cubes the size of the Titanic.
I get back and roast the peppers. I cook the eggplant with simply oil, salt and pepper. So now it’s curry chicken, roasted peppers, diced mozzarella, and eggplant. Again with the same, throw that in with some pasta, and croutons and balsamic vinaigrette, it moves away from a salad and is super satisfying while still being a salad…
I also have a small coffee maker, which only makes 4 cups at a time, which sucks. I make the 4 cups, put in the fridge, then transfer it to a Coke bottle, then make more coffee since a “serving” for me is like over 2 cups. I didn’t get milk I wouldn’t finish it. Instead, I try use a Tiramisu flavored wet Coffee Mate. While it does taste a bit fake, it gets the job done and the Tiramisu flavor is sweet.
It turns out that one of the people I know from Stickam has visited New York City with her class, all the way from Sweden. She tells me she’s going to my “library.” So I go on my campus, walk around a bit looking for a large group of Swedes. I drop that after a bit and go meet up with Evan at the libray. I then go back, have a light dinner, and go out with him to a bar. This girl he knows from class invites him and they are mighty aggressive texts.
We take the train up there. Notice that I’m sober because I’m dry and nothing was picked up. We walk in and we see the person that he knows. By the way, this is the first time I’ve used my chalked and it worked… And it’s a big bar near Grand Central, interesting… I’ve seen her before when Evan helped her with some stuff at the library. She buys us a shot of Patron. I then get a Kettle One mix drink. Then a Jello shot. Then a rum and coke. Then a vodka tonic. I offer to buy her drinks, but she refuses. Even Evan has a couple drinks because it’s the social thing to do, it has no effect on him, and he’s just bein a playa.
Speaking about that, that playa has like bitches all over him. One of them leaves and the other one is like workin him. She then starts talking to some other dudes. I wing for him and I’m like, yo, you gotta get on up that or you losin it. After those drinks stopped flowing, I decide to tell Evan to get me a shot. It ends up costing $5, which is expensive, but not bad compared to how much I got for the night.
We then meet Evan’s friend that had the apartment party last week. We’re planning to go to his place, but it’s 1:30 and Evan’s sick. There’s a party tomorrow, so he wants to be ready for that. We end up walking back and Evan runs into a girl he knows from before. She’s balling crying and we walk her back for a few blocks. Hopefully she’s alright.
Evan then runs into two people he knows from Stern. They’re going to some ballin’ party tomorrow. It’s crazy seeing Evan the social butterfly running to the people every single time that I walk with him anywhere.
It’s still early for me, so I speak to Miah and Bolanos. Miah’s at a party. Bolanos and Atron had a party. Just keeping up with niggas, you know how it is. I get back to Stickam for a few hours until I end up sleeping really late at 7:00.
It’s been a 180 from last semester with all these ballin’ weekends. Hopefully tomorrow’s party will be crazzay.
September 20, 2008
I meet up with Evan at 9:30ish. We walk to the dining hall and meetup with Brian. They eat and we walk over to the Emery’s girlfriend’s apartment where the pre-game party is. I see a couple of the guys from Prague, so it’s cool seeing them. I also see the two of the girls that I hung out a lot with, but it’s just the standard Hi, What’s up deal.
When we walk in, Brian makes himself a drink. I see immediately that it’s Ciroc, P Diddy vodka. I pour myself three shots into a red cup and chug that straight fast in a heartbeat. It’s also good since I ate a salad at 4:00ish, had half a bagel at 6:00, and that’s all day. I let that shit sit for twenty minutes until I go for my next drink.
Throughout the night, I just lose count. It’s just sneaking to the kitchen, and smoothly pouring myself shots and shots and mix drinks and mix drinks. We meet this twenty some year old guy who lives in the apartment above. He heard the party, he comes down, and he said he’s throwing something next week, so I grab his number in case I’m not doing anything that night.
I speak to this guy that went to Prague the last semester, so share stories on that. I think before 12:00, we end up taking a cab downtown to the bar. It’s actually three blocks away from my old dorm. It’s a pretty nice place and I get in with my ID. Slowly, I realize that I’m really shitfaced because I started smashing down drinks right before I left. Evan says the next day that I was just out of it and looked like a woozy drinkass.
I slowly get off of that and feel a lot better. Evan and Brian leave at one point and I have no idea when that is though. I end up saying Hi to some of the people I already know from Prague. I speak to this guy that I met at the pregame. He’s a built guy and says that I should work out more. He gives me a shoulder squeeze and it hurts. I guess I’m a pussy.
He then for some reason asks if I’m gay. I say no. He says he isn’t gay either. He then says he doesn’t like Asian girls. I agree with him. I mention all these girls around us and where our “targets” can be, but he’s reluctant and says he doesn’t like these girls and doesn’t like those girls…
He needs to go to the bathoom, where there’s a downstairs for. After that, I remember going up the stairs and literally tripping on every single one. It’s too embarrassing. I guess it’s this point where I should’ve noticed I was still too drunk. I can’t find the guy after going to the bathroom. After a while of standing around and being an awkward individual, I decide to leave. It shouldn’t be hard getting back, I’m 3 blocks from where I used to live. I end up going the complete opposite direction for 4-5 blocks and getting myself way lost.
This is when the drunk has been replaced by being really worried because I literally have no sense in where I am. Thankfully Jonah calls when I call him and he Google maps for me and I end up finding my way back. I also speak to Tim and Sam and tell her about studying abroad, my experience in Prague, and it’s just nice in general keeping up with them.
I get back into the apartment before 4:00. I go on Stickam and it starts hitting me since I’m so out of it. I start getting the hiccups, dizziness, and just all that stuff. I don’t know where it came from and maybe it’s from being tired. I sit around and sober up drinking 2 liters of water until I sleep at 7:00. A bit of a disappointing night because I didn’t speak to many people and especially none of the other race.
Additional story:
At one point in the night, one of the people I know gives me a forceful hi five or bro hug or something and it flings my glasses onto the ground. I quickly run onto the ground to find it. Weird part is that this is the second time it’s happened during the night. It would be baaadd if something happened like I couldn’t find it or someone on the crowded bar area just stepped on them. I would literally be blind in a dark area and wouldn’t have any chance of finding my way around or getting back home. My vision is fuckin shit.
When I quickly bend over looking around, I must’ve accidentally touched a guy or something. He starts giving me shit and my acquaintance tries to defend me. I guess I must’ve brushed his ass or something because this beep was not going to have any of it. He eventually let me off the hook. While there are few negatives to getting “too drunk,” having a high tendency to lose my glasses is just horrible. That would really bum out the night and I would be fuckin lost, hopeless, and unable to anything without my glasses.
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