I overheard this girl on the subway analyzing her dreams with her friend and she was talking really loudly about her nightmares. “And then there were polar bears and then seals but then I took, like, the seals and put them like on my feet and I was like SKATING AROUND with like SEALS ON MY FEET OH MY GOD.”And I realized…

That I don’t have it THAT bad.

Tom, Tristan and I on the subway tonight:

Tom: See, this is why I hate going back to Buffalo. I can’t see any cool movies there. They’re gonna be playing stupid shit like “The Family Stone”.

Tristan: I actually saw “The Family Stone”.

Laura: Did you?

Tristan: Yeah.

Tom: Well, I did too actually. It was pretty good…

*MUFFLED ANNOUNCEMENT COMES ON OVER THE LOUDSPEAKER OF THE ‘N’ TRAIN*

Tristan: Was that even English?

Laura: I swear to God you can never tell.

Tom: Maybe the conductors just make up things to say over the intercom because they know that none of us can hear what they’re saying. You know, like blahblahblahnextstopblahblahblah.

Laura: Yeah. Well. I don’t know. They’re all crazy. There’s this one guy that announces specific sites and attractions at every stop.

Tristan: Really?

Laura: Yeah. He has this deep booming voice and instead of saying “59th and Lex” he’ll say things like, “The next stop is 59th Street and Lexington Avenue, 59th Street Bridge, Bloomingdales…” It’s just really amusing to me.

Tom: Yeah. I can see that.

Laura: Well, yeah, I feel like I’m on a damn monorail.

Tristan: Wow. That could get intense. “The next stop is 59th and Lex, you can find a DUANE READE on the corner…”

*Random Man laughs outloud behind his paper*

Random Woman Next To Us: Wow. You guys ever hear that guy who changes his accent for each stop?

All Of Us: No!?!?!?

RWNTU: Well. It’s hilarious. He was doing like a British accent and then like, a Robotic accent.

Laura: There’s a robotic accent?

RWNTU: You know what I mean.

Laura: Yeah.

RWNTU: You guys are FUNNY.

Us: Um. Thanks.

In other news, I need a haircut.

I’m in the middle of flickring all my Greece pictures. This will take approximately 8 years because halfway through I stop and stare at the screen and get nostalgic and wish I was back in Greece wandering around mountains instead of here, freezing cold, with girls tucking their pants into their boots. And then I head to the fridge for some feta cheese, realize I don’t have any, realize I don’t have money to buy more, throw something at the wall, sit back at computer, upload more pictures from Greece.

Rinse. Repeat.

I am very tired and need sleep in order to stop writing these blog entries that do not make any sense. One second I’m blabbering about throwing myself off a bridge and the next sentence I’m giddy about feta cheese and this girl on the subway and how clever I am.

I’m not that clever.

But I’m probably going to bed to dream of seals. Or feta. Or seals eating feta.

Or me, training the seals to eat the feta.

Peace.