Zum Gali Gali
moocowinthecity Spring Cleaning & Finals are upon us! The travelogue as soon as I’m done with the Spring Cleaning…the final amount of work for the semester will be started tomorrow.
April 2007
Zum Gali Gali
Spring Cleaning & Finals are upon us! The travelogue as soon as I’m done with the Spring Cleaning…the final amount of work for the semester will be started tomorrow.
The early bird does not necessarily catch the worm…
So at 4:25 this morning my cell phone goes off; and I answer it, assuming that one of my friends must be missing at least three limbs and at least half of a major sex organ (those being my requirements for any situation to count as an emergency and therefore acceptable to call me at that hour). I answer it:
Me: “Shalom”
Person: “Hello”
Me: “Who is this?”
Person: “John”
Me: “Okay…”
John: “You listed ‘random play’ under looking for on facebook…”
Me: “Don’t call me at 4:25 in the morning”
So I hang up, assuming that this has to be some assholes idea of a joke when he sends a text message to see if I’d be interested in hanging out (which I responded to and told him to send me a message through facebook because I really do need a visual on this one).
Lacking that, why wouldn’t you just send me a message through facebook in the first place so I could respond to you at a normal hour? Believe me, I know well the natural desires one gets during the spring time (despite the fact that we just had a snowstorm so it feels more like January than it does like spring) however I also know that at 4:25 in the morning you can just jerk yourself off and go to bed and not harass strangers. Also, I don’t know anyone who’s really…um…pleasant at 4:25 am unless you’ve already been sleeping with them in bed and have been curled up for awhile and lacking that, I don’t do booty calls.
I’ll keep you updated as events progress…I planned on going running today; but it’s freaking freezing outside so I’m going to hop back into bed and go running indoors on campus later.
G’night
The early bird does not necessarily catch the worm…
So at 4:25 this morning my cell phone goes off; and I answer it, assuming that one of my friends must be missing at least three limbs and at least half of a major sex organ (those being my requirements for any situation to count as an emergency and therefore acceptable to call me at that hour). I answer it:
Me: “Shalom”
Person: “Hello”
Me: “Who is this?”
Person: “John”
Me: “Okay…”
John: “You listed ‘random play’ under looking for on facebook…”
Me: “Don’t call me at 4:25 in the morning”
So I hang up, assuming that this has to be some assholes idea of a joke when he sends a text message to see if I’d be interested in hanging out (which I responded to and told him to send me a message through facebook because I really do need a visual on this one).
Lacking that, why wouldn’t you just send me a message through facebook in the first place so I could respond to you at a normal hour? Believe me, I know well the natural desires one gets during the spring time (despite the fact that we just had a snowstorm so it feels more like January than it does like spring) however I also know that at 4:25 in the morning you can just jerk yourself off and go to bed and not harass strangers. Also, I don’t know anyone who’s really…um…pleasant at 4:25 am unless you’ve already been sleeping with them in bed and have been curled up for awhile and lacking that, I don’t do booty calls.
I’ll keep you updated as events progress…I planned on going running today; but it’s freaking freezing outside so I’m going to hop back into bed and go running indoors on campus later.
G’night
Dead People Can Talk!
Me: “Dr. Michelson, for the Dialect Diagnosis that we have to do; do our participants have to be living?
Dr. Michelson: “What, do you plan on using a Ouija board?”
Me: “no…I’ve been using Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers films, waiting for them to say the words, and then transcribing it….”
Dr Michelson: “Oh…okay that works, outside of that…yes, your participants need to be living.”
Me: “Oh…okay.”
Dead People Can Talk!
Me: “Dr. Michelson, for the Dialect Diagnosis that we have to do; do our participants have to be living?
Dr. Michelson: “What, do you plan on using a Ouija board?”
Me: “no…I’ve been using Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers films, waiting for them to say the words, and then transcribing it….”
Dr Michelson: “Oh…okay that works, outside of that…yes, your participants need to be living.”
Me: “Oh…okay.”
Okay, so a brief update before I get on the plane…
So I do have the full travelogue ready to post after I get back to PBI Airport later this morning (I’m flying from JFK now to PBI and then dropping Grandma off, going to dinner, taking a two hour nap and leaving somewhere in the vicinity of 4am) but I figured I’d share this little gem first since I still have to go over that entry one more time for spelling and minor details.
Anyways, I’m walking in JFK at the jetBlue terminal in pursuit of caffeine (a noble effort) when I pass this guy who’s six foot two, wearing a tight, fitted, tailored wife-beater, mad arm muscles (a fairly visible six-pack) and gorgeous, tanned skin and (to myself) I go “ai papi!” because the situation called for it. So he keeps walking and I keep looking to see if the trunk is as good as the engine and as I make a full body scan, I see his backpack…and on his backpack, is a large Jewish Star.
…Hot damn I need to get to Israel.
Anyways, time to get Grandma her lunch and prepare to board! More later!
Peace
Okay, so a brief update before I get on the plane…
So I do have the full travelogue ready to post after I get back to PBI Airport later this morning (I’m flying from JFK now to PBI and then dropping Grandma off, going to dinner, taking a two hour nap and leaving somewhere in the vicinity of 4am) but I figured I’d share this little gem first since I still have to go over that entry one more time for spelling and minor details.
Anyways, I’m walking in JFK at the jetBlue terminal in pursuit of caffeine (a noble effort) when I pass this guy who’s six foot two, wearing a tight, fitted, tailored wife-beater, mad arm muscles (a fairly visible six-pack) and gorgeous, tanned skin and (to myself) I go “ai papi!” because the situation called for it. So he keeps walking and I keep looking to see if the trunk is as good as the engine and as I make a full body scan, I see his backpack…and on his backpack, is a large Jewish Star.
…Hot damn I need to get to Israel.
Anyways, time to get Grandma her lunch and prepare to board! More later!
Peace