January 23, 2000.  a Sunday.

 
 

 I'm very confused over a great number of things right now.  In fact, I'd almost go so far as to say that there's almost nothing that I'm really sure of.  These things include but are not limited to school, my career, my interpersonal relationships, and the multitude of new computer programs that I just got.  It's all very confusing, in many different ways.  I don't think I've experienced such a wide variety of types of confusion in a long long time.  There's the standard what-the-fuck-is-this confusion that accompanies any new computer thingies, and the standard what-the-fuck-am-I-gonna-do confusiong that accompanies everything else.  wah wah.

    Anyhow, as unproductive as the last few days have been, they haven't been so bad. I finished Vonnegut's Timequake. It was satisfactory.  A few laugh out loud places, and generally good overall. I enjoyed it more than Slaughterhouse Five, i think.  But just in a leisurely reading sort of way.  It certainly wasn't as thought provoking as Slaughterhouse Five.  But I still like Cat's Cradle a lot more.

    I managed to learn a few graphics things from the Fireworks tutorial, but it'll be some time before I can actually incorporate any of that into my webpages.  I don't really have the time right now. I should done that over break, but I hadn't the resource then.  Such is life.

    I went to a party in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn last night, at the apartment of a young lady by the name of Laurence, a french student who's in my program at NYU.  I'd been over to her building before, but she got a new place in the building and was having a little housewarming party.  The thing I especially like about these Euro-parties is that you can always count on excellent eats.  There were many different varieties of cheeses and salted, cured meats.  And she and her Spaniard boyfriend Alberto are just about the most hospitable people you'd ever hope to meet.   So of course, I sat there like a bump on a log.  I wasn't feeling particularly social, and I'm really sick of speaking at the elevated party voice, almost having to yell over the music and other people's conversations.  I hate that, especially when I'm just making mindless chit chat.

    I went over with PFCs Caryn and Katey, after we stopped by the Grecian Corner restaurant since I had a hankering for some pancakes.  I took over the newly-acquired digital camera sent to me by brother Garrick, so i took a few party pics.  Of course, they're completely useless since I can't get them onto my new computer.  i wasn't here when the UPS people came on friday, who have the necessary adapters I orderd.  You know, I'm really tired of paying for express delivery, then having to wait 5 days.  I didn't get my computer overnight as promised, and i certainly didn't get my money's worth with 2nd day air from UPS.  Fuckers.
    Anyhow, the party itself was allright. I spoke with a few  peeps I hadn't seen since last month. Actually, I think I only saw one, PFC Anna.  I may meet up with her tomorrow, and skip out of work for a bit.  She's nice enough.  she's not the sort of person I usually hang out with, which is neither good nor bad. I've spoken to her several times, but a lot of those times I thought she hated me.  So I'm curious as to what we might ever have to talk about.  I'm extremely apathetic these days, so much so that I'm tired of talking about how apathetic I am.  And I have very little social skills.  So that sounds like a good time to me.
 

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