Metrocard-ed dead

Back to school.

Spent spring break in New York.

If you have my facebook, all the pictures are in 4 albums. Find them here: http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=1515120847 and if you're not friends with me on facebook, what are you waiting for?!

I do have an..experience that I could share. I have more than one buuuut this one takes it.

Canal Street. On the outskirts of the heart of China town, this street is notorious for impressivly realistic knock-offs. Going, I wasn't sure how I'd be able to get myself in on this action. But I didn't have to wonder too long before a random asian woman turned about and said, "You like Prada?" Who doesn't, my friends, who doesn't.

The first time, this lady just took us to another lady that had the items, but the SECOND time. Man. (I didn't get anything from the first lady, and I really didn't want to leave without something to show for coming here.) The second lady took us to what looked like a perfume shop. Inside, there were other primarily female and touristy looking people waiting around for something. As soon as the coast was clear, this old man comes around and pushes the wall aside, showing a door with stairs leading down into utter darkness. Another old lady was hurriedly ushering all of us inside and down the steps. I felt like I was hiding from the Nazis. We then entered this small room, covered from ceiling to overflowing on to the floor with designer purses and bags, and it was amazing. Got a good deal, too.

So. Spring has broken. It doesn't really feel like it yet, though. Eh.

I'd always wanted to watch Dateline: To Catch a Predator when it was a big thing, but never did. Recently though, largely because I've been finding it harder and harder to find entertaining things to do online, I remembered it and searched for it on youtube. I've now watched like..4 or 5 episodes and man, is it uncomfortable. We humans sure like our public humiliations. I feel ashamed of myself each time after watching the perp realize the amount of real trouble he's in. It's like a modern-day Scarlet Letter.

Some are worse than others, though. Like that doctor guy. And all the army guys. Especially the young and married ones. Sheeshhhhhhhhhhh. But then there are the creepy older guys that are in their 40's and 50's. It's gross..but still. I don't know, I just feel bad. That's show business, though.


People, man. We all have some kind of flaw or another. I know it's human, but it's also annoying.

It's just reality

A friend posted a link to this video as his status on Facebook and now I can't get the song out of my head. The style of animation is awesome, too. Reminds me of really really old cartoons.


Story from North America from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo.

I found out more about Kirsten Lepore, one of the animators and she's awesome. Her work is great.


Anyway, here's something that happened and which I've been thinking about:

It is much more disgusting/frightening for someone to say "Excuse me," and you not hear or smell anything, than if they had just let one rip. I mean, the imagination goes into bodily-function-possibility overdrive. I don't even wanna KNOW what made them say "Excuse me," but I wouldn't be able to stop my mind from exploring the dark, dank depths of possibility.

Do that next time you're on an elevator.

I get more and more homosexual the more I type this post for some reason..

Hey sup.

Haven't updated in more than a week so I figured I might as well.

Unfortunately, it's just made me realize how sleepy I am...because I still have essay-trauma when I begin to write these. Trying to think of interesting points to talk about just takes me back to the cold, hard desks and chairs of Mrs. Clanton's 11th grade AP English class. With that shaky voice that made her sound like she was on the verge of tears every time she spoke. It was deceiving. She'd unwaveringly stamp F on your paper with her iron fist (because she was a death-robot), and write you notes on why you sucked it up with what I still will swear was blood.

Hmm..well, I did well on my first round of exams.

Oh, and I got a last.fm account. If you'd like to stalk me, my username is rpe7890 .

Can't wait for the Cut Copy show this Saturday. OH yeah. I pre-ordered my ticket for Animal Collective's show on June 4th, and they were supposed to come about a week afterwards via snail mail. But I'd never gotten them, and I didn't really think much of it. As it turns out, my mam almost threw them away today because they had gotten sorted into the junk mail pile. Phew.

Man I canNOT keep my eyes open.

Anyway, I'll try to get pissed off about some random passers-by and make a semi-entertaining post soon.

Follow your dreams!