Thoughts for the day

Man, I am way too tired, considering that it's only 8 and I haven't done much today. Maybe I should take a nap or something. I have so much stuff to do- a paper to write, and reading to do, approximately five million emails to respond to, a 31_days prompt I've been meaning to do a story for since the 26th- but I never seem to actually do any of it.

I have, however, been making my way through all the classical music I can find, in an effort to put together a playlist for fst. This is incredibly unusual for me; I've never listened to classical music. I'm amused by the strangeness of my last.fm page at the moment; all those indie and trip-hop songs next to Mozart. Though, I can't help but wonder what my roommate thinks. I don't know for sure, since she doesn't seem to feel the need to speak to me or open her door, or generally interact with me at all. Hopefully she hasn't, I don't know, died or something.

esrafil is coming to visit me over the weekend though (or, more truthfully, to visit the city)! I am excited for that; she's the first person to come see me.

Wasting time

I'm trying to write a paper. Progress being made on that: absolutely none! It's alright. I'm having a good time sitting in this coffeeshop, watching the cold and the rain outside while staying in the warmth.

There's a travel company here in New York that runs double decker buses for people to ride in on a tour of the city; the upper deck is open to the air, so you can see the individual people sitting there when they drive by. I see three or four a day, which I suspect is mostly the result of where I am in the city; they're always coming down First Avenue or circling Union Square or taking the night tour past the arch in Washington Square.

They usually go by too fast for me to hear anything the announcer says, but sometimes I accidentally catch the eye of one of the people riding in it. Just for a second, and I doubt many of them have noticed me, and even less remembered me, but I like the thought of being the background of someone's vacation. They can go back home and never think of it again, but for a moment I was a decoration on the streets that they were there just for the purpose of seeing.

Of course, everyone is always part of the scenery of other people's lives. We're always the passerbys on the street outside the restaurant where someone is being proposed to, or part of the crowd at the big concert, or the people in the next room at the hotel or hospital. The tour-buses seem to make it more obvious, though. I wonder if they'll keep running once it gets too cold to sit on top of a bus.

Best overheard conversation EVER

Guy: Doesn't someone eat their kids in Andronicus?
Girl: Yeah, Tamora gets fed two of her kids in a pie.
Guy: Just two of them? Oh, yeah, she didn't care about the other one, right?
Girl: Not really. She had the baby and then everyone realized that, well, it wasn't the emperor's baby.
Guy: Huh?
Girl: She had a black baby. So everyone was like, 'let's kill it before anyone sees!', but Aaron was like, 'no, let's steal a white baby and switch places'.
Guy: Aaron is so gansta.
Girl: Aaron was the real OG: Original Gangster.