What the Hell.

My body clock is still set for 6:20am, despite all of my efforts to push it back, most mornings I wake up, then, when I realize the time, I am pissed. What exactly am I in a hurry to do all day? worry about my future? Well, it's 7:13am and this is the cause of my triple-a today.

I wake up to 3 emails on my blackberry. 1 from a guy: " Saw your patio furniture listing, am interested. Is it still available" -- Kosh. I respond back.

The second email. Subject: " Info Needed contacted back."

The third email. Subject: "Needing more info on ad. forsale."

this is the message contained in both:

Saw your ad, hope you don't mind that I wanted to share what happened
to me with you. I'm a very down to earth person and am always looking
to help people out for the better.

It is a tough time we live in with the poor economy and rising
unemployement rates. I was in a very tough situation like a lot of
other people until I came across this spassets.co.cc. They paid my
loans off in full and are helping me get through these rough patches
until I can find a job. I highly recommend you check it, it could
change your life around...

Um... I guess thats a little fucking alarming. Like I read both emails and then immediately panic. I'm googling Spassets.co.cc. I am digging through my yahoo account trying to figure out what the fuck they are talking about.

So I respond back to them saying that I'm doing research for an article because I am a writer... because ALL i can think is "I am going to jail. fuckkk." all this panic and I wasn't even sure what the hell i'd done in the first place.

I forward an email to SM and am literally shaking as I send it. Afterwards, however, it hits me. I am being retarded. So I google the hidden craigslist email to which these 2 douchebags responded to.

this is what came up. Its me alright. Me and my patio furniture. I posted that shit yesterday because I DO NEED TO SELL IT. I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING PORCH IN NEW YORK.

So imagine me, 6:48am confused as hell. I go to the little spasets.co.cc website. This is what popped up. get out of Debt?!

Why is this happening to me? I am seriously too fucking busy with trying to get my life together. Waking up at 6:20 and having e-mail thugs bang bang bang bangin on my Craigslist post is annoying. No, I am not in any damn debt. If I was, stranger 1 and stranger 2, I do not need your little 2 cents on how to get out of said debt. Did I mention that the emails came at 4:49am and 5:01am? So these to assholes were in cahoots. The truth is the emails scared me! They were all out of context, made no sense and read like a flyer the Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses. I don't need my "life turned around." Damn. didn't know it was so wrong that I'm trying to get my hussle on.

Rest In Peace, Michael J....

grab yo gat, call yo clique...

I really want this little mace gun.... can be found here.

Ha, is this real?

It takes balls to order this shirt. However, actually wearing it would make you an asshole. I hope someone does so I can judge them behind my sunglasses.

They seriously make these.... and I sort of want one.

"In the United States, it's hard to get any more ancient than the Ivy League. Known by insiders as the Ancient Eight, the Ivy League's earliest member, Harvard, was established nearly 150 years before the signing of the Declaration of Independence."

I don't even do school spirit. I own 2 tee-shirts from undergrad. One was free from New Student Orientation, the other was a gift from my high school boyfriend's mother. I boought a hoodie once. Did I mention that I don't wear tee-shirts or hoodies in public? I can't figure out why I am so intrigued by this whole line of clothing... but I have a funny feeling I'm gonna own a shirt or 5 before the first semester ends.

This is my new home.

I spent last week in NYC apartment hunting. That was one of the most unpleasant, hellish weeks of my life. I've never really searched for a home before... my first college apartment, my friends picked it and the first time I had even driven over there was when I went to sign my lease. My apartment that I live in now, I found completely by accident, signed the papers on the spot and didn't see the inside of it until the day before I moved in. Needless to say, I like to use as litle energy as possible when it comes to finding suitable housing, I know what I'm looking for and it's usually pretty specific so that rules out a lot of places right of the bat.

We get to New York and immediately meet with our first broker, Roz. She was a mix between the lady that plays on The Nanny and like... a middle school algebra teacher. or a Pharmacist. Imagine my state of mind. I'm exhausted, sweaty, and motion sick from the shitty-yet-amazing driving skills of the taxi that brought us from our from our hotel on w 77th to the brokers office on 5th. So, you know... I'm sleepy, smelly, and sick. moods a little sour, obv.

Initially Roz was very sweet. My sister had spent a lot of time on the phone with her, so I felt confident that the woman had a good idea of who we were, what we were looking for, etc. um. No, that was actually not the case at all. We take the train to the apartment she is showing us. The minute we stepped out of the subway I was effing astonished. I have never been in the middle of the true life projects in my life. Not to sound all classist and egregious, but seriously, what the fuck was she thinking? The homeless were spilled all over the street. Harlem Hospital was on the corner and all the hospital patients were somehow OUTSIDE of the building. My problems straight away were:

1) it was 4:00pm on a Tuesday. WHY were there so many people who should reasonably be at work-- NOT at work? Don't they have 9-5, M-F there??

2) if the Hospital was so full that all the people were on the sidewalk out front (on a Tuesday, at 4pm) What the hell would it be like on a weekend?! on a holiday?

The apartment itself was nice, but that doesn't matter at all because not only did I refuse to live there, I don't think I'd even go visit there. If someone told me a box of cereal was $1.00 over there--- I'd still pay the $3.99 on my own part of town. Hum.... prob. can add "snobby" to the aforementioned adjectives.

Roz became really pushy and jumbled when she could sense we were disinterested. She starts to fumble over her words and at one point says "Look. I live in the one of the best neighborhoods in Manhattan..." I blocked her out at that point. Not to be a bitch, but she looked sort of poor. E, my mother, and I don't. So really I was left trying to figure out why she took us to see an apartment in the middle of Section 8 housing. Would you encourage an anorexic to find clothes at Lane Bryant? No, you would not... because it wouldn't be appropriate. But, I digress...

What took the cake was my Mother stating, with disgust and alarm all over her face, "I think that lady on the corner had AIDS." she could see the AIDS.

So after viewing 10 more apartments, all of which displayed various levels of utter homelessness.... I found our beautiful home!! The pictures are of my room, 2 shots of the living room, the kitchen, and my sister's room (E, shes gonna be my roomie). It's in a beautiful brownstone right by campus, a 5 minute walk to the front door of the school of social work. It's perfect.

I will be in New York permanently by mid- Aug. super pumped!

Pros and Cons

this is 1 for the "Con" side....

my undergrad school's fall football schedule:

Sept. 3 vs. South Carolina
Sept. 12 vs. Murray State
Sept. 19 vs. Gardner-Webb
Sept. 26 vs. Pittsburgh
Oct. 3 @ Wake Forest
Oct. 10 vs. Duke
Oct. 17 @ Boston College
Oct. 31 @ Florida State
Nov. 7 vs. Maryland
Nov. 14 vs. Clemson
Nov. 21 @ Virginia Tech
Nov. 28 vs. North Carolina

my grad school's fall football schedule:

9/19	at Fordham
9/26	CENTRAL CONNECTICUT STATE
10/3	at Princeton
10/10	at Lafayette
10/17	PENN (Homecoming)
10/24	at Dartmouth
10/31	YALE
11/7	HARVARD
11/14	at Cornell
11/21	BROWN