October 22, 2002 --
I don't know whom to trust yet. I can't trust the people in my dorm. They've been trying to kill me with saltines and water all week long. Can't trust my clock; it's trying to drive me insane. Who, or what, am I supposed to trust?
November 5, 2002 --
People often ask me "What's it like being a columnist for The Daily?" (Well, people don't generally ask me this, because I make it loud and clear to those around me how hard it is to be one).
November 19, 2002 --
Being a guy with long hair means that people usually assume something about me. Letting my freak flag fly means some people assume I'm a freak. Sometimes people assume that I'm a pothead (which I'm not, by any stretch of the imagination), but mostly people guess that I'm a liberal hippie sympathizer. And thats OK with me. I like to picture myself at the helm of a new revolution that picks up where my parents left off, this time combining a real political agenda with the money, power and pragmatism that their kids now have.
January 7, 2003 --
The first thing I did to celebrate returning home to New York was to
January 21, 2003 --
Whats there to do on a Saturday night? Thats the question my dorms asking itself a day after my next door neighbor was sent to the hospital. I think its started to sink in that maybe drinking ourselves into a fog of amnesia every weekend isn't the best idea.
February 4, 2003 --
(for all the fish)
