New blog post in-depth about the first three (four? Oh shit, four) months of college will be posted like Monday night when I finish all my first semester work. I've been working on it for awhile now; shit's gonna be so epic.

I can't work on it tomorrow (read: today, Sunday) because I have big assignments due Monday and I'm seeing Jose Gonzalez at night.

I've been writing a lot of songs. I'm feeling kind of MySpacey, if you can infer what I am suggesting. Like Kevin Spacey except even more retro.

Where are all those 35mm pictures I took a few weeks ago in Chinatown? I wanted to post them on Facebook, but then I realized that I do not want to post them on Facebook. I will
probably end up posting them on Facebook. Maybe I left them at home over Thanksgiving. I'll find them.

I have a website at Columbia. http://www.columbia.edu/~ajg2157
One day it's going to be not lame and I'll have little things next to my links that are like (last updated: [date]). December 9, 2007 is not that date. Time is such a social construct. Like racism.

This weekend went like this.

Thursday night:
I went to Tree Lighting (every year this stupid-ass university lights up all the trees on College Walk in a magnificent display of human energy consumption and wastefulness). I listened to a dozen or so a cappella (fuck you Firefox that's spelled correctly) groups, drank cider and cocoa, wished I had a good pair of mittens, and felt good. Then we went inside John Jay lounge for another ceremony, this time to light a log on fire. It was aptly titled Yule Log Lighting. The whole time I was really thinking about the Yule Ball from December 2005, but nobody noticed. All the deans spoke and it was alright. I like John Jay lounge; it's pretty homey. A reception followed, I dipped some fruit into a huge, unnecessary chocolate fountain, and went to my friend's dorm where we watched a few television programs. I kind of forget what happened next. I definitely went back to Carman (my dorm, Jesus Christ, learn Columbia terminology). Oh I remember then I hit up HamDel (Hamilton Deli). The NYPD was alright, definitely ordering without hot peppers next time, saw Thomas and Phil, talked about our childhoods. We went to Jia's room at that point. Danced to 90s songs. Then I slept a lot.

Friday:
I woke up really early, like 10:00 am. Ate something at some point, then went to play basketball. I've been playing basketball a lot lately. My skills are improving dramatically. I'm pretty much at like early-Steve Kerr level, maybe when he was first drafted to the Bulls, but before they discovered how clutch he is for those outside treys. Yeah that describes me pretty well. Went up to the Bronx for this Latin night thing at the Bronx Museum of Art with Eli and Gelseigh. It was interesting; live music always contributes to a positive night. Saw some Columbia people there. I could really be telling this story more interestingly. I mean it seemed pretty fun at the time, but I don't know how to convey that really. In retrospect I guess I must've been actually really bored. I came back, fell asleep at 10:00 pm pseudo-accidentally, got woken up by some people looking for me at 2:00 am, went to Evan's room and watched some more of I Am Trying To Break Your Heart, came back, slept. Forget trying to be interesting.

Saturday:
This is today. Woke up at like 3:30 pm. Basketball again. We played against these guys in a five-on-five full court game in which we were blatantly over-matched. I had 100% field goal rate, with two nice jump shots from the corner. I'm telling you, I'm like kinda nice at basketball. We lost 11-8. Ate, came back, showered, did laundry, ate again, and started working in the library. Then I came back. Now I am here.

Sorry I will be more interesting next time, when I finish off my post of epic proportions. I mean I just wanted to get into this habit again. I should write in my journal again, it's been a few weeks I think. I mean I can be downright deep sometimes, and it's good to jot that shit down for next time.

Until next time, I am Tony, and you are you.

Just now my stomach grumbled and I thought my phone was ringing.

Real blog post coming soon. Hopefully, like, tomorrow afternoon. After my physics midterm.

Today, I read about this notion of "selective nostalgia."

On a related note, all my memories became meaningless today.

Tonight was weird.

A pretty, charismatic girl from the 12th floor I hadn't seen before said "bye" to me as she was exiting the elevator just now.

I have distilled the following possible reasons for her behavior:

Possible Reason 1.
She felt sorry for me after observing my overbearingly awkward nature, my inability to strike witty transient dialogue with a cute girl, and my overall unattractiveness as a human. Sensing that silence would give away her recognition of these disappointing facets about me, she gave a hasty "bye" and shuffled down her hall as quickly as possible, all the while hoping that I would not see which room she lived in.

Possible Reason 2.
My good looks and nonchalance charmed her the moment I entered the elevator. She is as hopelessly in love with me as I am with her.

Regardless, I'll probably never see her again. It's pretty bad either way.

That's all - I'll write about more shit eventually. I have to study now.

College. New York. More to come soon. Probable topics will include: academics, people, Carman Hall, the Columbia administration, food, New York City, music, living, Butler, sleeping, skateboarding, family, homesickness, and life.

At work now. About to leave to go to Cape Cod and camping for a few days. I'll be back Sunday and probably write about the past week or so.

Euclidean Dramamine needs some activity. Where are you, String Theory?