So, I got paid today; only SLIGHTLY more than what I spent on my monthly metro card and the damn $115 I have to spend for the privilege of New York finding out I'm NOT a pedophile.  Woo!

Well, I drew some cash out of the bank, asking for smaller bills rather than 20s so I could squirrel some money into my desk drawer for a month from now when my professor forces me to buy ANOTHER book, or maybe I want to eat real food or something foolish.  So I go to stick the 10, plus a 5 I randomly found as I was going to do laundry earlier, into the envelope I had gotten over the summer after getting paid by camp/mommy insisting I take money to get into the school year.  There, in the envelope, was a nice $20.00 that I had already hidden from myself.  Yesssssssssssssss.

In other news, I was walking by this bar on Fulton Street Wednesday night, Exchange Bar.  I walk by Exchange Bar every night, as it is on the way between the subway and my bedroom.  Well, usually, there's a sporting event on, or maybe some Jay-Z.  But Wednesday, glory of glories, they were BLAAAAAAAASTING "My Name Is" by our dear Eminem.  I almost went in for a drink.

Other things I got from today:

NEST (a gifted school) boy #1:  (emerging from subway in front of me)  Look, snow!
NEST boy #2: (looking NOT at the white stuff falling on him, but across the street at a flock of pigeons) Joey those are birds.

Professor:  What's my last name?  Square!  And what do squares do?  GO OFF ON TANGENTS!!
Male student:  Is Square REALLY your last name?
Professor:  Well, not my ancestor's when they came to Ellis Island.  The people there were really into shapes.  The family online before mine became 'isocolese triangle'
Female Student:  ...REALLY!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!