Take Back NYU.

Seriously, Take Back NYU? After your stunts and your dance parties, and your graffiti on the New York sidewalks, now you go and inconvenience the rest of NYU and make us look bad. I should acknowledge the fact that some of their demands were legitimate, but for the most part, all I can truly say about the participants in the occupation is that they are a bunch of whining brats. Yes, NYU is expensive, yes, we don't have budget transparency. If you want that, go to a state school. There are cheaper alternatives. You didn't need to come here. John Sexton himself has said he would be understanding to students who had to leave to go to a state school and would help them transfer back into NYU once their financial situations had improved.

The economy is hurting everyone. But you have a choice. Go to a different school and quit your bitching, or stay here. I know I shouldn't be paying for it either, and I complain about cost as well, but I wouldn't ever dare inconvenience my peers, the NYU staff, or the city as a whole, for my complaints. Not only that, you want tuition to go down - for your stunt NYU had to have more guards on call that day that most other days. Kimmel couldn't sell food, and therefore no profits were made. You singlehandedly contributed to the reasons why we have high tuition. Cheers.

For the rest of the world, don't judge the actions of a small group of students to be the actions of the entire student body. Most of us were in class.

And with that:
http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/20/students-end-nyu-building-takeover/

Trader Joe's.

I love Trader Joe's, but why do I love it? Sometimes I find this question difficult to answer myself, simply because I could love it for so many different reasons. First, shopping there can be such a cultural experience. So many different kinds of people shop there. I mean, there are little old ladies pushing granny carts, and little old men walking with them, there are men in suits who look as if they just got off the floor, there are students - presumably NYU students - struggling to budget themselves.

But here's what's missing: Children. Seriously. Anytime I've gone to Trader Joe's there are NEVER kids. No one is screaming at their mommies or daddies asking for god knows what for god knows why and everything is so peaceful.

Just goes to show you that in New York, no one really loves their children. They just love their nannies.

New York Mothers.

Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you women? You push strollers in heels and pick up your children from their schools in fur coats and get angry when they spill their $5 yogurt shakes from Whole Foods all over them. Get over yourselves. You make your nannies, and the rare case after school babysitters, absolutely disgusted. Buy a pair of Adidas and some yoga pants and take a break from all the glamour and everything else that creates the stereotypical New York Mother.

Stop showing off your ridiculous wedding bands when its -10 degrees. Wear gloves. Practicality over fashionality, as I always say.

God save the children of New York.

They just don't get any better than this.

"I know women are crazy. You, however, have reached a new level of crazy called insane and fickle."

Oh my.

HITTIN' THE BOOKS, SUCKAS.

I try not to publicize this blog so often but I feel like perhaps I should. This is my "Plz can I haz home now?" face. I am so ready to go home.

Finals are going to be the death of me.
I have to pack and move.
I am way in over my head with everything.

This weekend was pretty bizarre. Went to the PB Holiday Party which was super awkward and super weird in some girl's random warehouse-turned-apartment. I've come to the realization that there is just no reason to live like that. I mean seriously. You live in an awkwardly designed apartment with makeshift bedrooms. I know we all do what we can, but my parents would never pay for that shit. Never.

Went to a Moving Mountains show at Death By Audio. Again, let me reiterate my extreme disdain for Warehouses turned into anything other than Warehouses. This place had the strangest ambiance I've ever felt in a room, and the extreme pretension that resonated within its walls was startling. I thought I missed local shows. The bands were alright but really, I don't know how I dealt with any of that as a kid. I guess it was more of the friend aspect. Saw Stephen, Liz, A-Kane, and natch, the boys of MM. It was a good time with old friends, and a good break from the people I see all the time at NYU. Certainly not something I would feel the need to do every day, or every weekend for that matter.

I feel very frustrated within my circle of friends and I think that that is probably just because I am going to move in with my best friend out of any of them, and that has me nervous only because I feel like I'm ostracizing myself from everyone else. I also miss Adrienne more than the world can ever know, and it hurts me that she had to choose the sorority over me, but I know that it is a better environment for her. I just wish everything could have worked out differently.

I haven't had a cigarette in 10 days. A+ for that. I'm really into this Israeli and it's killing me. I don't like thinking about someone else so much. I guess I secretly do want to stay single, even though I bitch about my dates and etc. so frequently. Who knows. He could be a nice change of pace.

I can't wait to go home. I miss my babies.

Frustrated.

When I said don't fuck with me, I meant it.
Who the fuck takes over 12 hours to respond to a message?

You're lucky you're foreign.



You are so lucky.
Now go back to the land of milk and honey.