South Bronx, Sout' Sout' Bronx

The Bronx is worth it. I mean, if you were going to have a fifth borough, you so totally need the Bronx. I was actually so thrilled by the square mile I saw of it today that I may campaign for a sixth borough in my jubilation.

I'm beginning to mind that it's hot here. I have no air conditioning and I'm spoiled. I stayed in the hall until 3:30 this morning, as it was all of a half degree cooler out there than in here. If I don't get to bed until 5:10 again, then I'm going to set up camp in the second floor lounge.

Songs of the moment:
"What's A Girl To Do?" -Bat For Lashes
"Sleeping Lessons" -The Shins
"To Fix The Gash In Your Head" -A Place To Bury Strangers
"D.A.N.C.E." -Justice

Album of the moment (and much, much longer):
Night Falls Over Kortedala -Jens Lekman

Brilliant. Perfect fall-opener music. Looking forward to long-sleeves with this one.

Some notes on people at NYU:
The Stern (business school) people all wear matching t-shirts. The Asian ones at least, and they're at least 90% of Stern.
Kid with black velvet cape and skeleton gloves? Lives in my dorm. Names is Kenneth apparently.
Another Kenneth. This one is referred to as "creepy Ken." Knows a buttload about music, but just has a strange vibe about him. I don't mind, though. I find that I hold nothing against anyone except cape boy because I can't get over that, and I can't get past the fact that this Ken walks on his toes like Sami Ismail.
Sami Ismail is not of the population here. Hooray!
The hall has begun to divide. There are the people always out there or with doors open (where I fit), the few people who no one has met, and the blonde trio in the corner. There are the rival drinking rooms, who won't invite the other to drink because somebody skipped out on somebody the first night and...look out. Then there is the non-drinker room, which makes me feel better. There is Dan, who is loved by everybody, but lives on the 12th floor. He has a cardboard box (designated 422) in the hall with a chimney, foam mattress pad, waste receptacle, polaroid pictures, and three Junior Mints.

-Hippocrates