Had quite the weekend involving PCD, WM, a pool in Jersey City and copious amounts of charred meat and meat products.
But enough about me, let’s chat about you. Realized that I’ve got a lot of younger readers – which isn’t too hard as I’m ancient. School’s about to start so, thought I’d let you know about how I did college. Graduated cum laude from an Ivy League; this is not to brag but to let you know that what I’m about to tell you worked for me and might for you:
Took mostly lecture classes.
Crammed all my classes into M-Th.
Never missed a class and wrote down almost everything the teacher said. (1x)
At night, transcribed all my notes into a computer, rearranged and sorted. (2x) Any questions I had, I cleared up with my TA and rearranged my notes again. (3x)
Printed out all my notes Friday morning, and headed to NYC. Read notes on bus. (4x) Used time to write any reports that needed to be written.
At Penn Station, put notes away and meet girlie. Work. Go to clubs. Limelight, Paladium, Red Zone, Mars, Nell’s. All gone now. So sad. I digress.
Sunday, took bus back to school, read notes again on bus ride up (5x). Watched Simpsons.
Last weekend of month, reread all notes from the month. (6x)
Weeks before finals, read notes again. (7x-100x)
Repeat for remaining semesters.
Man, I knew that stuff cold. It’s what happens when you re-live a lecture class 7-100 times. Still remember that the acceleration of a free falling object under the influence of gravity is 9.8 meters per second, per second.
Always had a three-day weekend.
Always had those weekends free.
Didn’t read the books. Stopped buying textbooks when I realized that teachers just wanna hear their own words when they read essay exams (be careful with this one – I dunno what your teachers are gonna be like).
Didn’t do the homework. If it wasn’t graded, I didn’t do it. Just knew my notes, cold.
You actually learn what you’re supposed to learn.
Could sell my notes for $50 a pop.
Can have interactions 17 years later like this:
Me: Did you know that the acceleration of a free falling object under the influence of gravity is 9.8 meters per second, per second? Her: I’m sorry what? Me: Ah, nuthin, just geeking out. But enough about me, let’s chat about you….my name’s Logan. And you are?
Me: Hi there. (pause) Ah, the awkward, Hug or handshake? Her: (smiling) I’ll give you the hug.
Because of the craziness of various things in my personal/business life, I’ve not been dating at all. But, as I said yesterday, on Sunday I met up with a pretty green-eyed school teacher for a cup of coffee and we had the best time – the weather was killer and we just walked about the neighborhood. It was probably the most relaxed I’d been in while.
For a few hours at least, I forgot about my worries. I’m supposed to see her again this week.
It’s funny, even in my darkest hours, I can still find ways to distract myself with utter randomness. Case in point, I was queuing in the bank the other day:
Female Teller 1: (handing me receipt) Is there anything else? Me: Yeah, (pointing to Female Teller 2) What’s her name? Both: Lisa Me: (turning to Female Teller 2) Hello, Lisa.
All three of us laughed and then I politely excused myself. The rest of the week sucked but I live for the weekend and these random bits of entertainment.
Met another woman and asked her to draw a picture for me
Her: Will you call her? Me: Possibly. These thing are hit or miss. Her: But you got her number, right? Me: Better. Her: Better? Me: I told her to draw a picture of herself. This way, I’ll know which one she is.
Location: 2AM, Sway
Music: That pretty red dress Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
Summer’s not my season. Bad, bad, bad things happen to me in summer.
Fall, however, is my season. I woke up all week thinking its fall.
Woke up happy all week.
Been hanging with these guys Paul and Sheridan a lot lately. Recently, Paul and I were at party with an old friend/legal client of mine and a group of us got talking.
Girl1: What do you mean? Me: There’s no such thing as a line. Look, if you’re attracted to me, I could walk up to you, say anything, anything, and you’d respond positively. In college, my friend Crawford would walk up to a girl, go Whoo-Hooo! and ten minutes later they’re making out. Girl2: I disagree, what a guy says matters. Me: To an extent, yes. But I think it’s less about the content and more the conveyance. Say a cute chick walked up to me and started talking to me in French with a wink’n smile; the content, which I wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t matter to me. I’d just be thinking, Hey… Girl1: That’s cause you’re a guy. Me: No. (sighing) It’s cause I know. When you like someone, they can do no wrong; when you don’t, they can do no right.
Me: BTW, my mobile is 212.479.7990 should you want to randomly run into me tonight downtown around 11PM at 9th and second in a bar called Solas (not the number I actually gave her). Her: You’re cute…if I want to randomly run into you at Solas! Well you never know… Me: I’ll let you buy me a drink. Her: (laughing) Funny Me: What are you talking about? Her: We’ll see.
Location: 5PM yest, in Flushing asking for extra sauce
Mood: see music
Music: I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
The night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks
Spoke to an ex a few times in this month. Probably not a good idea.
Speaking of exes, I met a designer who asked me what happened with my last serious girl. I don’t know why I told her because I don’t think I told anyone really, including you, did I? No great drama, really. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Me: One random day, I picked up tickets to a show and got reservations at her favorite Japanese restaurant as a surprise. She said she couldn’t make it that night because she was tired. So I tried to get her come out without ruining it and she hung up on me. Her: That’s it? That’s crazy! You never told her? Me: (shrugging) I tried but it’s hard talking to a dial tone. Her: What? You couldn’t leave a message? Me: I could have. But I felt that she should have been on my side, yeah? Her: That’s your pride talking. I dunno who’s more f____ up, you or her. Me: I’d put money on me. (laughing) But hey, we’re in New York, the night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks. Does anything else really matter right now? Her: (shakes head, grins)
It’s been a while since I’ve thought of either ex.
Dunno if it’s church, chicks, the checks or the rum, but I’ve been oddly content.