The first bits of american literature were travel documents
Is it really a wonder why we are a nation of peddlers?
I learned that last night at class. I also learned that The New School has a fine collection of good looking girls, hipster guys, and cranky old people.
I also learned that umm, well, not much. But I like my teachers thus far, and I like the subject matters. I’m also going to be doing a LOT of reading and writing. Already I have to complete a book over 300 pages, and still I have to manage to read and write a total of around 5 pages.
Then there is the matter of me starting work Monday at the shack. So yeah, I can kiss my life good-bye. Oh then there is the couple of web projects, I need the money bad so I have to find time for them.
Needless to say I freaked out about all of this so I was sucking air out of a paper bag by 11:30 pm.
I also had an interesting conversation with my accountant today.
Accountant - Keep all of your reciepts and documentation for school, you can use it for your tax refund next year.
Me - So I’m going to be spending over 14,000. I should get a PHAT return, right?
Acct. - yeah?
Me - Like really phat? Like several grand of phat?
Acct. - Yeah but Peter you don’t really undashtand*…
Me - I don’t undashtand? No you don’t undershtand, none of you undashtand! I wanna go to Ireland next year, so you better get me a good return!!! I wanna buy Ireland, I want to kick out my distant cousins from their lands and be an evil fucking landlord that they write folk songs about! Then I want to impregnate a good Irish Catholic redhead hottie, and haul ass back here!! YA GOT THAT!! I don’t care how many kids you invent, I don’t care!! You betta get to work on that shit, or I’m filing a complaint with the IRS!
Acct. - Are your kids going to college too?
Me - FUCK YEAH, Yale isn’t cheap ya know.
* Undershtand spelled correctly in my Accountant speak
1/26/2005
Umm perhaps not
So here I am all psyched up for class, I’m ready to go. After all this is the first step to destiny right? Or something like that.
So I show, but the teacher doesn’t. Something needs to be said for the irony.
Anyway tonight I have two classes lined up, so tonight, maybe if the moon and mars is in the right alignment my destiny starts.
1/24/2005
My education begins here
Well today is it. After several months of praying, begging, hoping and planning my first day of class is here and now.
On the menu is Writing for Style, basically a course that will help me bring out my true writing style, as well as plotting, and other neato stuff. So this is it people, the moment we have all been waiting for.
Something I’ve been waiting for since I was a punk with a big mouth in PA, to staring at a computer monitor night after night in C3i trying desperately not to think of the waste of life I have become.
I made it to the point I can see myself doing what I love for a living in the next two years. I’ve been in a hole for so long, that I almost forgot what hope and daylight looks like.
So here we are, everything got through. The only thing I’m missing is a steady source of income. But that will come soon, the only thing that is important this minute is my class. The getting in was easy, now comes the hard part.
Wish me luck.
1/23/2005
Oh Starbucks girls…
My landlord in all of her wisdom decided cheaper HBO is better than the worlds biggest interactive knowledge base. So at home the highspeed is no more.
So luckily the new laptop has a wifi card built in, so I’ve been *ahem* borrowing other’s people’s internet connections. Or I’ve been going to school a lot and using the free connections there. So this is how I look for a job, which in an odd way is doing well. I’m either going to be at radioshack, or I’m going to be an Apple rep.
Yes I hate sales reps, but dammit this is apple. I actually believe in them, their mission, their innovation, their aesthetics, plus I’m always down for a cheap as hell ipod, and a descent paycheck.
So anyway, here I am at the starbucks on astor place, and I’m looking around at the people. Since I turned single many things have occured, not many in my pants but still my senses have opened up. And it’s been only recently I learned that everything is open, and that being said my confidence level is going up.
It’s either desperation, or something just boosted it. But in this rebirth of the soul, my eyes has opened to the most beautiful of all menial labor, and fast food women. The Starbucks barista.
I think it’s because starbucks is less greasy than McDonalds, and from all the caffiene they are always perky. But deep inside though, you can tell they are an artist, some lost little girl in the big city who is trying to make their way as a painter/rock star/writer/poet/all of the above.
Best of all they have that nerd hot girl look, a la the Lisa Loeb effect. Come on you know what I’m talking about.
You do right?
The Lisa Loeb effect (or factor) is when you have a girl who has all the traditional dressings of a nerd, and you know she’s hot underneath the glasses, the dorky clothes, and strange obsession to something or another that is equally nerdy.
But instead of pulling off a my fair lady, you want her to stay that way. You want her to be a dork, and you want her that way because it’s the most endearing and sweetest thing you have ever seen. If I ever get married it’ll be to someone who has the LL effect.
But just look at her, sweet as a newborn kitten. Deep inside though, you know there is a twisted devience just waiting to break free. Just like a starbucks girl, and hence I love them more than my own ability to breathe and form coherant words.
Although this wasn’t coherant, deal with it I’m exhausted and I need more coffee to I can just look into their beautiful crystal blue eyes again.
1/20/2005
Fun with money
I came to school yesterday to get everything financial finalized. Although I didn’t get the amount I was hoping for they did direct me to the right spots to get the cash. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. God bless the New School.
So anyway, they gave me a primer on student loans and how they work, I never saw that before but still it was useful info. The most useful of all is the little factoid they don’t advertise, student loans DO NOT use credit checks. So my suggestion to all gen xer’s and above who want to go for their master’s or BA, declare bankruptcy and come on over. We’ll have a coffee and sponge from the free wifi.
So as I was working on student loans I needed to fill out an acceptance letter. When I found out who is giving me the cash to pursue my American dream. Chase Bank.
Ok you can stop laughing now, I sure as fuck was. It wasn’t too long ago they threatened to never have an account with me again, and they were taking money out of my bank account (when I had them), and they were fucking with my access to other accounts. But most of all that I’m going to owe them a shit load of cash when I’m done with school.
So I would like to write an open letter to the head of the board of directors of JP Morgan Chase.
1/16/2005
Good Cause,
My friend Spizzy is organizing a party for the Tsunami victims. Of course I’m ass broke, but that’s no reason you guys can’t go and have fun.
1/15/2005
Throw down bitch
Just doing some surfing today and I found the game to keep you and your buddies entertained for hours on the subway. Rock, Paper, Scissors Spock Lizard.

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