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September 26, 2002 The 6 Train to Corporate Coffeeland Somehow, in what should be the most stressful time of my collegiate career, I'm okay. My classes are filling, but I'm doing the work. I have a potential job on the horizon, and even if that falls through, I'm sure I'll find something else. I've managed to somehow bring together my design and finance tendencies for the time being. Both areas are covered; no time is being wasted. Money's always an issue. I mean, it's New York. You can be filthy rich and not be appeased. Although, I'm far from being filthy rich. (Buy me food?) I'm just trying to figure out how to not live in debt for the rest of my life. It rained today, dripped, dropped and sometimes even chunked down to earth. Cold weather is slowly easing itself into the city's landscape. And yeah, it's about bloody time. (I didn't leave Texas for NYC just so I can live in 95 degree weather again.) On my way to school this morning, in front of the K-Mart on Astor Place, a man was standing eating his donut and sipping his coffee next to a breakfast stand. He was just there, standing still for sixty seconds to enjoy his day before shit gets all hectic. But the world is not so nice to people. Relaxation is a luxury that is often taken for granted. For yes, there was a wild, crazy woman standing in the middle of the street. Just yelling at him. For absolutely no reason whatsoever. "What the fuck, why not? Why aren't you helping me? Yeah, fuck you too! Fuck you! Yeah, just stand there, don't help me!" I really didn't get it. No reason for her to do that. Crazy people. Kind of like random electrons whizzing past your dreams, tearing the seams one bloop at a time. I want Michelle Branch for Christmas. « Guide to Misleading the Honest and Innocent | In A Perfect World » | |||