Someone once told me:

If I say it,
Someone said it.
If I ramble,
Someone went on and on.
If I digress,
Someone went on a tangent.
If I share it,
I'll share with you what
Someone once told me . . .

I'm Andrew.
Here
I explore life.
I explore myself.
I appreciate the little things.
I learn from the bad things.
I'm 22, give or take.
I am in school Upstate.
I'm from Queens.
In the City,
getting bored is prohibited.

if i can . . .

… hear your phone call through my wall three rooms away at 2am and have to ask you to keep your voice down so my other residents can sleep for class, I am not

wilin’ out.

Oct
12th

Mon

My father, my sister, and I went to the Bayard Cutting Arboretum Sunday.

Oct
11th

Sun

Four years ago, I sat down for one of the last times, and in my own feeble voice quietly sang this to my mother.

It didn’t come without tears; but the day you died, I had laughter for these years.

— Third Eye Blind

dancing moons and laughing stars

My Uncle Freddie wrote a long time ago about an experience with a younger version of my Mom:
“I’ll always remember the time when we were kids running through the house in Bellerose, you ran to the window and looked up and saw the moon shining brightly and you turned and said to me ‘Look Freddie the moon is out lets dance’. Everytime I look to the heavens I’ll be dancing with you …”
It reminds me of The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exuprey. In it, the Prince tells the narrator as he prepares to return to his little planet:
“At night, when you look up at the sky, since I shall be living on a star, and since I shall be laughing on a star, for you it will be as if all the stars are laughing. You alone will have stars that can laugh! And when you have got over your loss (for we always do), you’ll be happy to have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me.”
It’s true you know, everyone who knew my mother has something, an ordinary thing to anyone else, but for us it sings like Mom did, or laughs easily as she did, or loves us as she does. We are happy to have known her. She will always be our friend. We all want to sing with her, laugh with her, love with her.
And we do.

Oct
9th

Fri

I’d never seen this. Maybe you did.

And no, I did not.

Oct
1st

Thu

This was freaky, I finally logged back on and there were 4 people online … could Wikipedia’s unknown cause be a zombie apocalypse?

Sep
23rd

Wed

What are the chances that this book-to-film masterpiece will come to a theater anywhere near my school?

Sep
17th

Thu

This is too funny … best line: “She can’t run in those little high heels.”

Sep
14th

Mon

… every woman and every man should have her and his own bathroom. The end.

— Catherine Zeta Jones

dear residents

I am an Resident Assistant for what is hopefully my final year of undergrad. Many amusing stories may come out of this, some of which will end up here no doubt. This is a note I had to leave on the bathroom mirror using a dry erase marker … it was too epic to capture in one photo.

“Guys- the state of the bathroom is getting out of hand. Urine on the seats; toothpaste, spit, and hair left on the sinks; underwear, soap, and towels left in the showers. Yesterday there was a pond of urine and toilet paper behind the toilet in the right stall. The boiler room had to be called, and the floor will be charged over $100 to pay the man who had to clean it up. So, to review:

Sinks: -if you make a mess, rinse them out. Don’t leave anything behind.

- People brush their teeth, wash their faces, hands, and dishes in them. They are not for washing dirty clothes, dirty sneakers, feet, or hair. If you need to know where to wash these, ask and I will gladly tell you.

Toilets: -Flush them after every use. You already paid for that water.

- If you leave hair and urine on the seat, clean them off.

- Pick UP the seat before you pee and you won’t get urine on it.

- Toilet paper belongs on the roll or in the toilet.

- If you can’t pee like a man, sit down like a woman.

If this continues, I will have to take escalating action. See me with any questions,

Your RA, Andrew.”

I am so mad I had to tell supposedly grown men what they should have learned as five year olds.