about 6p
subway dt
Slightly sleep-deprived after no sleep a night ago, only 8
hours last night (couldn't stop with the new computer, had an
interview at 9 with a guy named Wellie), and a marked inability
to nap either yesterday or today as the gears in my head spin
wildly out of control.
It is slightly disconcerting that I've had such trouble
sleeping, considering that it has usually been my greatest
talent.
The subway's pretty crowded with upupupper Manhattanites
heading downtown for the Friday night preceding a long weekend.
I'm hoping to get myself out to do some fun & culture to
take advantage of my last weekend as a woman free from the
omnipresent burden of homework & studying & (hopefully)
research. The possibility is worth considering, however, that
it may do me more good psychologically to stay in, play with my
current NYC infatuation (shiny delicious beautiful: my new laptop),
make a grandiose reconnection with the digital universe, maybe
go out just enough to get food. (Current pantry/fridge
belongings: the last swallow of a quart of milk, a carton of
oj, strawberries fresh from the street produce stands of
Manhattan, the end of a chunk of brie, wasabi rice crackers,
two refilled water bottles, and a box of cinnamon toast crunch.
(But I can't eat cinnamon stinking toast crunch without milk,
naturally.))
(Other food I've had since I've been here, in total, I
believe: 1 Grey's Papaya hot dog, 1 Papaya King hot dog (that's
probably about half the calories that have sustained me over
the past 96 hours), a cup of grapefruit sections, 2 pieces of
challah bread with lots of butter, a street pretzel, a bowl of
shrimp risotto, a banana, and one half of the most fucking
divine thin crust pizza with prosciutto, artichokes: the final
item being the result last night of going out for real with
people for the first time since I've been here.)
(NB: no alcohol is mentioned in the above due to my decision
to abstain at least until Dave & Becks' wedding at the end of
the month (!!!)—NB again that the !!! is for them, not re:
the lack of drinking for four days, though one final thing to
note: it has been more frustrating and displeasing than I would
have expected, and that fact serves well as encouragement to me
that it is a good idea and I should not abandon it.)
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Marilyn C. Cole (email), 27, New York City, an apartment in the
Hamilton Heights end of Harlem, since August 2006. Before that,
Atlanta, Georgia for seven years, through a Georgia Tech computer
science degree and three years of learning how to be a grown-up and
still have fun. Before that, ten years in Savannah, the place that
gives her stability, that she considers to be home. Before that,
short stints in middle Georgia next to a lake; on Tybee Island next
to the beach; in a suburb of Dallas, Texas during the peak of
Dallas (the nighttime soap opera); the middle of Oklahoma for
the birth of her little brother; and Nashville, Tennessee, where she
greeted this mad messed up world.
Attending New York University's Courant Institute of Mathematical
Sciences, taking coursework toward her Masters in Computer Science,
with debatable ambitions in the direction of a Ph.D. in something or
other.
Simply head over heels for a
musician whose songs makes her
woozy, whose words make her happy, who she wants to marry one day.
Strawberry-blonde hair, blue-green-yellow eyes, pale skin
with freckles.
academia,
acoustic guitar,
acting intelligent, adventures in the car,
after-rain smell, alanis morissette, angelina jolie, ani difranco,
articulateness, artificial intelligence, audrey hepburn, avocados,
bad pick up lines, beauty, being egotistical, being insecure, ben
folds, bertrand russell, bisexuality, björk, black eyeliner,
blackberries, bloody marys, books,
britney spears, bubble baths, candy, cat power, cemeteries, cheap red
wine, collar bones, conan o'brien, cooking, cool points, crisp pickle
spears, dancing, dar williams, daria, death cab for cutie,
dismemberment plan, douglas coupland,
drinking, drugs, eating outside, eeevil, elvis costello, english
accents, etiquette, falling in love,
feminism, firefly, fishnets,
flowers, freaks and geeks, frolicking, fun, getting my way, gilmore
girls, gin and tonics, girls, google, grammatical correctness, greek
mythology, hal9000, handwritten letters, happiness, harold and maude,
harry potter, harry/draco, homemade t-shirts, hot hot baths,
intelligence, jem, joel, kids in the hall, kissing, kittens,
knee-high socks, knitting, late night conversations, laughing, life,
luna lovegood, magnetic poetry, making things, margaret atwood, math,
max rebo, mazzy star, messy hair, milk, mirah, modest mouse, my
computer, my mama and
daddy
and little bro,
night swimming, nintendo, nonsense, not waiting,
nudity, new york, originality, pi, pie,
pillows, pinky and the brain, radiohead, rainer maria, reading in the
bathtub, red popsicles, richard bach, road trips,
robots, rocking
out, roller coasters, sandals, sarcasm, seduction,
sexuality, shoes,
sifl & olly, simon & garfunkel, simone de beauvoir, singing very
loudly, skirts that twirl, sleep, songs: ohia, soup, stars, staying
up too late, subversive literature, sushi, swings, sylvia plath,
tetris, thai food, the beach, the color pink,
the history channel, the month of october, the simpsons, the smell of
bookstores, the windows down, the word indeed, thrift stores,
thunderstorms, virginia woolf, weezer, wet trampolines, winks, words.
