Let's not make any claims otherwise: This is here for me to complain. While I often use it to catalogue my ever-so-exciting social life, and detail the horribly interesting accounts of my many papers and assignments, the original intent was to be a forum for my own personal beefs. That said...Well, there are so many things I don't know where to start. Mostly school-related. Actually, ALL school related. I have a ton to do before I leave for France next week, and I'm worried that in all the hurry to finish, I'll forget to do something I need to do for my trip. Lately, I'm also very afraid that my luggage will get lost. I have to fly to DC first, and when I checked the flight number, it actually stops in DC, then goes to Mexico City. The plane going to France is coming from New Orleans. I can't make heads or tales out of airline "logic." So I'm very scared that all my clothes and whatnot will end up in Mexico City. Or New Orleans, for that matter, which could happen on the way back. So this fear, I'm afraid, will force me to cram my carry-on bag with just about everything I can physically wedge in there. You know, there's a certain satisfaction when your life is controlled by your fears. You know how you'll react to things, and on the rare occasions you don't act out of fear, you feel pretty good about yourself.
I got my eBay package yesterday. I was quite nervous about it, given the money I'd spent. But everything appears to be in working condition. So one more package to go. I'm continually amazed by this package tracking business, by the way. I find it fascinating that I can know when and where my package is. Of course, even given this information, last time I ordered something through UPS, it took me a week to get it. The tracking was very helpful though. When i checked it from school, it was very helpful in telling me that I was not home. Wankers.
I still haven't gotten a chance to look at any of the web design stuff the my brother Garrick gave me. I'm quite anxious to get MediaWhore off and running, but I actually want to try to do it right. PFC Katey seems very enthusiastic about it, and has been periodicall offering suggestions. And PFC Caryn is on board as well I think. Speaking of Caryn, she's been meeting with this guy Frank that Katey met on a bus, about playing in a band. They seem to need a drummer, or at least a percussionist, so I think that may be me. I've heard the songs, and they're very, very poppy. But still somewhat catchy. They seem to be all G-D-C-D chord progressions. It shouldn't be too tough to pick up. And Caryn wants to alternate with me on drums, so I'll get to play the guitar as well. As to why this guy's songs require two guitars is beyond me. They sound really simple. But hey, it'll be nice to play music again.
So my as-of-today ex-roommate Alice moves out today, with Jed taking her place. He's actually been sleeping on the futon since Tuesday, so the pad has been a bit crowded for the past few days. Anyhow, to celebrate this auspicious occasion, I'm throwing a little party on Saturday. It's actually a covert attempt to do research for a paper on social groups, which might suck some fun out of it for me personally, but it should be pleasant nonetheless. So if anyone in the NY area is interested, lemme know.
Of course, Jed is moving in at a time when I'm busier with school than I've ever been. The ultimate test. I can already feel myself being sucked back into the N64.
I bought the new Smashing Pumpkins cd on Tuesday. They used to be my favorite band, and I suppose I'll always buy anything they put out. It's actually better than i thought it'd be. My expectations for the group have really dropped since my fanatical days, so maybe that has something to do with it. I can just enjoy it for what it is instead of being disappointed by little things. I think it's like what Adore would have been had they not fired their drummer, who's back on this one. It's a lot more rockin, but in a new way. It's actually surprisingly optimistic at points. The song "The Imploding Voice," reminds me a lot of Cheap Trick. By the way, all the songs have horribly pretentious titles: "Stand Inside Your Love," "The Scared and the Profane," The Crying Tree of Mercury," etc, as does the disc itself: MACHINA/The Machines of God. I do like the title "The Everlasting Gaze," though. It fits the song really well. And "Stand Inside Your Love," is definitely a ready-made it. It sounds a lot like "Muzzle" off of their double cd. Anyhow, I'm surprisingly pleased with it. I thought, like Adore, I'd give it a few obligatory listens then kind of forget about it. But I've been listening to it continuously for the last few days.
Anyhow, i gotta go to the Met tonight to see a photography exhibit for class. PFC Kathy has to go as well, so I think we'll head up after we're done with work. She works up in the internship office. It's nice to have my friends working in the same builind. But i really hate trekking uptown. I did make a conscious effort to dress pretentiously in a black button down shirt and black undershirt today though, with my black boots, to give myself that serious, art-critic feeling. It's quite sad, really.
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