BOO . . .

. . . GER!

After I woke up from my lovely nap on the train ride home, I saw a relatively cute dude asleep and slumped over in his seat across from me. This just added to the attractive factor, since I understand the joy of sleeping while on forms of public transportation (ok, fine, anywhere). Since I'm not a creeper, my attention turned away from him to stare out the window at the abyss that is the subway. Later, I turn back to see him awake, picking his nose--not once either-- and doing a nasty flicking motion, polluting the train with pieces of himself. My stomach dropped to the floor while my lunch threatened to come up. I wanted to throw my aluminum water bottle at him. I get miffed if people leave their garbage on the train, but this is so much more . . . gaaaaaaaaaahhhh.
This is why I hesitate on instinct when people want to shake hands.


Thought I'd share that lovely gem with you.

Smokin' Some Green

Today: Saw a girl throw and leave her lit cig on the ground, as she clutched her "Plant a Tree" recyclable tote bag and walked into the main building of school.

Good job.

'To borrow or to steal?' really shouldn't be the question, yet . . .

http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/sf/inspiration/the-community-bookcase-097020

The idea of a community shared bookcase seems cool and full of small town whimsy, but there are some who could (probably would) mess up the point of it by either keeping the books (without donating something to replace it) or by simply 'borrowing' the bookcase.
But the idea could work, depending on where the organic library is set up (and how secure the case is bolted to the ground . . .). I'm not always an optimist (and neither a pessimist), but I'd hope this would work more often than not.

Though,

I am very possessive of my own books . . .

Shhhhh . . .

In the throws of routine, classes, course work, family, friends, and myself, it's easy to lose the quiet moments that put things in perspective, that highlight what I can so easily overlook. But when those moments arise, sometimes by surprise, it makes everything sweeter . . .
even if only for a couple of minutes. And I am grateful.

Fighting for Rights is Never a Thing of the Past

Check it--

http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/08/26/for-abused-women-over-here-and-over-there-is-much-the-same/

Moving to the Arctic . . .

Sun showers . . . please come back.

"Ah, summer--what power you have to make us suffer and like it."_ Russell Baker

The heat is like a very tall person (to your small body) standing too close to you (who needs personal space?) on a train or bus during rush hour, with the air conditioning only a dream.

Hangin' at Home

- I kind of want to eat the flowers . . . maybe I should go get some dinner . . .-

~*~

I think I lost my mind a little bit today.

After this "heat wave" came into effect with still no implementation of the beloved air conditioner (being loved somewhere in the corner of a closet), and the ghetto fan that doesn't work and only takes on the appearance and noise of a functioning one (the only kind that seem to exist in my house), I became disgusted with myself and everything around me. So, my solution?

Dust everything.

EVERYthing.

It starts with me organizing my book shelf by actually putting the many books I have lying around my room in the shelf. Yeah, definitely one of my more innovative ideas. And it ended in me dusting every surface and reachable (and sometimes the not-so-easily-reachable) crevice in my room--including the stacks of accumulated newspapers. I swept my damn floor five times because dust loves me so much.

Even sweatier than before (read: loss of sanity and logic), I eagerly welcomed a cool shower and clean (dustless) clothes.

And my friends, who came for a quick visit. The kind of spontaneous no-real-aim-to-see-each other-other-than-being-friends-and-it-being-too-hot-to-doing-anything visit that I love summer for. Pigging out on grapes, apples, cookies, juice, and sweet tea, Ms U, Ms. R and I basically wasted our time. But it was special because it was wasted together (cue Gilmore Girls-esque music).

I learned many a thing today.

1) Dusting should be done as a regular thing and not when the danger of suffocation by dust overload is a possibility.

2) Beat ghetto useless, energy consuming fans to death--it's very therapeutic.

3) Invest in an AC.

4) Ms. R is scary as hell when hyper and in the vicinity of cookies . . . yup, be warned.

Thanks guys for bearing with the heat monster that is my house/room and chilling today :D