2005-04-23 - 10:37 a.m.
what a grey gray dirty day.
I woke up annoyed yesterday because almost no one responded to my friday night drinks email. after talking to star though, and looking at the message I sent, it turns out that most of the people didn't make it onto the address list, so the only person I can be annoyed at was me.
On top of that, the beautiful sunny New York Tuesday turned into the gray rainy New York Friday, exactly the weather for
essron's friend just got a PhD from Dartmouth and gave me all sorts of tips and ins on the social life in Hanover. so I got that going for me.
dba is a great garden bar, but that part closes before ten, and then dba becomes a bad bar bar. unless you find a table, you just stand in the floorway waiting to be pushed by someone getting by. and you can't hear anyone. Once, britt leaned out and said that men with bangs were typically bad. so i got all selfconscious about my overgrown hair. 'turns out, she said that men with bangs were really rad. or something like that.
my night at dba was also invaded by callers. not a bad thing in general, esp when its people calling about friday nights, but andy called, and who calls someone just to talk on a friday night? after a bit, I said I'd call today.
jb was in town before dba, in preperation for her move here. living with jb will be totally fine, I think. i took her to jules and around to other bars in nyc.
sleeping last night was strange. I got to bed before midnight in hopes of Productive Work today. as a result, i woke up at four to still-out revelers. I was also haunted by strange snippets of dreams all night. the prof was very unsatisfied I still hadn't handed in the homework. andy called to ask how I felt about kabh getting engaged. all sorts of strange things that probably aren't true.
but it did give me pause. someof them, I am sure, will be prophetic in hindsight. there were so many, just roll the dice. one has to be true.
i haven't heard from kabh in weeks, but there's not much more to say about that.
more importantly, i haven't heard from the painter in a couple of days, not even a "i haven't forgotten about you" email. yeah she's pressed for time with school and work, but its still time to move on. this is why they call it the dating game. in a bad way.
thursday night, i did something bad. mean. i shouldn't have but I did. The circumstances are dorky, but the message is not. i was in the cluster doing my work, and this guy had a machine locked. again. it gets us masters students mad, because we get screwed on resources, and the thing is, this guy is a phd student. his office is three doors down, and he already has a computer. it doesnt make much sense for him to use this one, let alone leave it so no one else can use it. but he does. even if he's doing research, a simple note saying so would solve problems, but he just leaves it. it causes a problem when there's people looking to use the computer, and people get really angry at this guy. so this time, I just turned the computer off/on. serves him right.
except that his research is gone for that day, and i did that. I didnt have to, but i did. just cause it serves him right.
I shouldn't be like that.
