Wednesday, 18 April 2012

  • Even In My Dreams, I Run.

    I hate when you watch me sleep.

    Sometimes I can't wake from my dreams. I want them to end so badly. I'll run and run and run, hoping to reach the end of my mind, just to find myself at the edge of a body of water. No matter where my brain is or the images and people my brain projects, there will always be a body of water. Here, I make one of two decisions: to either run along the edge of the water or to dive in. I cannot swim. I'm almost certain my dream-self cannot swim. And for the past 20-some-odd years, I've always opted to keep running. I always from the night terrors that I know will reach me if I do not run fast enough.

    Last night, I was tired of running. Finally, I pushed back my fears of drowning and jumped into the body of water.

    I began to sink only to find myself on shore again. Running again. Still running. Always running.

    On nights that I cannot escape from my own mind, you know you can't do anything so you hold me and wait for it to pass. One day, I hope you are strong enough to just let me go.

Thursday, 05 April 2012

  • On Why You Should Let Me Use Your Library Card.

    @whotakethmycoke, you're thuper cool! Maybe this will motivate you to read. I would read if I had your commute. I'm jealous of your commute. Thanks for sharing your library card with me!

    behindthedimples: hey do you have a library card?
    whotakethmycoke: um, not for new york
    behindthedimples: for jersey?
    behindthedimples: YES
    behindthedimples: PLS
    behindthedimples: *CRIES*
    whotakethmycoke: start from the beginning
    behindthedimples: *adfhajkfadf
    behindthedimples: I WANT TO READ A BOOK
    behindthedimples: but i've been on the hold list since january
    behindthedimples: there are only 5 copies
    behindthedimples: and for the past 2 months i've been number 15
    behindthedimples: and now i'm number 14 in the hold list
    behindthedimples: so i went on overdrive.com to see if in ebook form
    behindthedimples: and the only place that shows up...
    behindthedimples: is jersey libs
    whotakethmycoke: which ones?
    behindthedimples: [list of libraries]
    whotakethmycoke: my card is for none of those
    behindthedimples: ...
    behindthedimples: WHAT
    whotakethmycoke: if Monmouth is on there
    behindthedimples: AH OK
    behindthedimples: PLS HOLD
    whotakethmycoke: then yes, I can help
    behindthedimples: YES IT'S ON HERE
    behindthedimples: OMGASH THIS IS GREAT.
    behindthedimples: would you mind if i take over your online acct then?
    behindthedimples: to read ebooks?
    behindthedimples: they actually return automatically so you wont ever have a fine
    behindthedimples: *cries* PLEEEEASE
    behindthedimples: NYPLs HAVE SUCH LONG DAMN WAITS
    behindthedimples: you dont know how long ive been waiting to read this book
    behindthedimples: i almost contemplated BUYING IT.
    whotakethmycoke: you could always return it for the price of tax
    behindthedimples: ...no
    behindthedimples: borrowing books are a lot better.
    behindthedimples: support libraries!
    whotakethmycoke: ok then you can buy it and donate it to the library, since there's only 5 copies in all of NYC
    whotakethmycoke: your generosity would make it 6
    behindthedimples: there were originaly 9 copies
    behindthedimples: 4 COPIES GOT LOST OVER 3 MONTHS
    behindthedimples: THREE MONTHS!
    behindthedimples: HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN!? WHATS WRONG WITH YOU, READERS OF NYC
    behindthedimples: GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
    behindthedimples: omg i sound crazy

    * * *


    Moral of the story: If you borrow books from your local public library, please return them in a timely manner. Otherwise, people like me, might have anxiety attacks. Not really, but maybe. It's not the end of the world. But really, it might be. It's just...RUDE to lose something that everybody else wants to share. Who do you think you are?


Monday, 02 April 2012

  • What Kind of Finish Do You Want?

    This past weekend, my roommates and I went to Home Depot to buy paint for our new apartment. We spent a total of four hours getting paint. I learned that painting is a very scientific process. It's also not cheap.

    Me: I need...this color. *hands him color card*
    Worker: Okay, we need the actual paint.
    Me: Oh, yeah...here. *hands him a gallon of paint*
    Worker: This is the wrong brand.
    Me: Oh. I don't know then.

    The worker then leads me to another aisle to face more paint. HONESTLY? REALLY?! THEY LOOK THE SAME!

    Worker: What kind of finish do you want?
    Me: Oh, well I mean...I guess dry. That's the only way it should finish right?
    Worker: ...............Well, yeah. But....what kind of finish do you want? Flat? Eggshell? Semi-glass? High gloss?

    -____-

    NOW BEFORE YOU ALL JUDGE ME, I SWEAR I WAS NOT TRYING TO BE A COMPLETE IDIOT. I don't know what I was thinking. Okay, I wasn't thinking. I was just hungry.

    Not that any of you care, but I got eggshell. In sunflower yellow. It looks like a school bus sharted in my room.

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

  • On Why I Don't Watch Trailers.

    You know what I hate these days? When I watch a movie trailer and I get super psyched to watch the actual movie but when I go watch it, it's a disappointment because all the action and drama was shown in the trailers. The same trailers that hyped me up in the first place.

    Watching movies in NYC isn't cheap either. It's like I pay $13 to watch a 2 minute trailer. That's like 2 minutes of intensity in an hour and some long movie.

    With that being said, I bought tickets to see The Hunger Games this Friday. I watched 30 seconds of the trailer and told myself to stop. I've read the books and so of course I already know what will should happen. I'm going to be one of those pretentious people who sit there pointing at the screen and whispering to my friends, "OH-EM-GEE, THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN THE BOOK." Guilty. Yeah, I'm that girl.

    I'm also this girl.

Friday, 16 March 2012

  • Autopilot.

    There are some days where I'm on complete autopilot. I snooze my alarm twice before actually getting up. I get ready, hop on the train, read on my commute, get to work, eat my lunch (if my autopilot-self remembers to grab it), get off work, go home, sleep, and do it all over again.

    At least that's what I think my autopilot-self does.

    Because there are some days when I will get into bed and wonder what I've done that entire day to make my body so exhausted because all I do is go to work and come back, with the exception of Bikram every other day.

    Some days, I will catch myself 20 blocks away from my office and wonder, hmm...now why am I in this part of the city? On days I have class, I'll look at the assignment in front of me and wonder if I've actually read and understood the words in front of my screen, because I don't recall putting the assignment together at all. Once, I was on the train and suddenly I was already at work and I had only read two pages (my commute is only 30mins).

    On these days, I wonder if my sanity is slowly deteriorating. It doesn't happen all the time, only in spurts or when I'm over-stressed or under extreme pressure. I should deal with my stress differently instead of zoning out.

    I wonder where my mind goes.

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