laugh out loud
While in Kimmel Center's student lounge, I could hear a group of students in the adjoining room doing activities and laughing like crazy. I suddenly had the desire to laugh loud and moronically, pushing the laughter over the edge so that it wasn't necessarily authentic but because it sounded so stupid, real laugher would follow and I'd be in a cycle of obnoxious, convulsive over-laughing (and probably getting asthmatic in the process) and normal laughing. It probably wasn't too long ago that I did something like that but I can't recall any recent events that called for such laughing.
A bunch of balloons is floating outside. I wonder where they'll end up. They're floating higher now so I guess the air pressure will eventually pop them. Explosion: what a way to go.
If not for Diana I would have totally forgotten about setting my clock ahead. Damn, one hour of my life taken away. However, it's nice to think that while it's 4:30 PM, I'm looking at a 3:30 sky. ...and another however is that the sky isn't worth looking at as it's shrouded with fog and gray clouds. The future world of smog and death can be yours right now if you live in NYC! This is what I get to walk back to my dorm in: sweet.
If I don't force myself to walk, I don't know how I'd get any exercise. I'm not determined enough about exercising to go to a gym, but I have no problem walking two miles to get a bagel. Yes, today I walked from my dorm in the Financial District to Ess-A-Bagel on 1st Avenue and 21st Street (and before that I stopped into Something Sweet for a "black and white"). I've heard that NYC is famous for bagels yet I never tried one from here. I like bagels but rarely eat them (or any kind of non-sweet baked good) so it was a nice food to revisit. A crispy ring covered with everything (since I got the "everything bagel") with doughy, soft, dense insides equals one happy mouth. I like plain old bread also but the chewiness of bagels makes it more fun to eat; I enjoy chewing as long as it doesn't result in my jaw aching for a day (which is what would happen when I used to eat a lot of raw carrots).
As someone who loves food, I usually can't tell the difference between similar foods from different establishments. Bagels, for instance; I've had them many times before and they generally all taste the same except for toppings. Some people can make distinctions, such as "This place's bagels weren't crispy compared to this other place" or "This bagel was just awful, go to so-and-so instead." My conclusion about Ess-A-Bagel is that I got a huge, delicious bagel for 70 cents from a place where I could actually see the vat from whence bagels are born and the service was friendly. I went there because 1) it's was on the way (actually, it wasn't THAT on the way as I walked about a mile back down to the American Apparel store to meet Diana) and 2) I heard they made the best bagels.
The best of anything is hard to judge of course as everyone has different tastes. I think it's easier to point out whatever places suck, although if a place really sucked then I can't imagine it'd be in business very long. It's more accurate to say something is good, delicious, has a ____ flavor, has okay ____, is friendly to dogs, has an owner who glares at you and wishes you were dead, and so on. But I guess I don't mind when something is labeled "the best" besides that I may be disappointed since hearing such an accolade causes me to walk to it, even if that means walking with a laptop in my backpack for an hour in gloomy weather that turns from "bearable" to "shit, it's raining".
So this rain is the shit. Not sure how else to say it. Okay, how about "This rain makes me want to die and take everyone to Hell with me." Mm, yes. While walking to my dorm last night, the rain became increasingly worse, resulting in the frontsides of my pants to be soaked and for my brain to fill with murderous tendencies. I guess I'm not used enough to this rain to become comfortable with it. Maybe I should move to Manchester. Or Bergen. Or Dumfries.
Ah well, back to writing a very bad essay about Antigone. I'm supposed to have five pages but I only have three and a half. I'm basically filling it with crap at the moment (actually, the whole thing is full of crap) in attempt to reach at least four pages. Sad.