Big Trouble in Little Penn Station

So I decided that I'd go home this weekend, and decided to go out of class a few minutes (read: an hour) early so I could go home in peace. Then I realized that I was going to be late, so I ran to the subway, got on, and made it there in 15 minutes flat. Then I realized, oh fuck, I'm actually one hour early. Goddamn.

So the long minutes passed, as the streams of sweat slowly trickled down my forehead. Tick tock tick tock.

Announcement: Train is delayed; further announcements are coming.

A collective groan emitted from the downcast crowd, and a few fucks and shits were clearly heard. Oh well, I thought; guess I could go on Facebook more.

Announcement: The train is in the yard for mechanical repairs. Further delays expected.

Fine I thought. The train should only be delayed for a few more hours, right? WRONG AGAIN ASSHOLE.

I spent another 50 minutes waiting for the train. Track 6 flittered onto the board, and it was like fucking Black Friday as everyone pushed everyone out of the way to get a seat. We get down there, there's one train on the right, but on Track 7. Some people (aka, me) get on the train tentatively... everyone asks around, is this the right train? People are confused.

Announcement: Oh hey guys, this train is going to the yard. If you guys wanna hang out there, stick around.

Smug asshole. Using my skills from playing Counterstrike since I was eight, I jumped out and ran to the platform where By the lord, another train had arrived, actually on the right track this time. I get in the ridiculously long fucking line but something's wrong... all the seats already are full. The conductor tells us... hey guys, this train's actually going to Boston.

What the fuck? Everyone just rolls their eyes and starts panicking. They mob the female whatever, she was a huge bitch who told us... YOU GUYS MISSED THE TRAIN, HAHA.

I go... How the hell do 300 people miss their train? Apparently, the train had already left... before they had made the announcement. Good game America (and Amtrak). SSo they announce that we should take the other train leaving for Baltimore... in I don't know, 2 minutes? So another stampede occurs, and we get on the train. Too bad that THERE'S NO SEATS LEFT. None. Nada. Zilch. So I essentially paid $64.00 to be in a cattle car. Nice.

Well, either way, I made it back home in one piece.

Just Another Day at the Office (or the White House)

So last night 24 aired, and my god it was orgasmic, almost like getting Gray's at 3 AM in the morning when the wind is biting outside and all you have to wear is a thin hoodie and nothing else. A lot of the scenes were pretty badass, like Bill essentially pretending all black men look alike (note: They don't) and Jack and Renee kicking ass everywhere (although Renee nearly torturing a baby was pretty damn hard to watch). The whole fucking show almost got cut off though because Obama decided that Mondays at 8 is a fantastic time to give a long press conference. Nice.

I woke up late today too, and I nearly missed class. I fucking had toothpaste on my jeans because I tried changing while doing my shit. By the way? It doesn't work. At least I finished early today.

Coke is back, actually. Nice try.

Unfortunately what New Soul forgot to tell you in the two-month hiatus we've had is that Coke is actually back.

For fuck's sake, all I want is some goddamn Coke. Pepsi isn't fizzy enough at all. Not only that, there's not enough goddamn soda syrup.

So a few days ago, a few friends and I stopped by to see a French DJ who goes by the name of Danger. If you like chipbit electronic music, this fellow is the right musician for you. Place was pretty nuts I'd have to say, I got molested a few times by X'd up hipsters but other than that, it was a-ok (and we got in for free, too.) Oh, we also saw this obvious tranny, and NS was going crazy about it. We got home late, but I ended up staying up late anyway. Too bad some people (ML and EK, nice job guys) couldn't get in, but just because you're 18? What kind of world is this anyway?