March 31, 2000.  Friday.

 
 

    This morning, as with every friday morning, I had to go over to the NYU Protection office 40 feet down the street, to ask them to open the computer lab where i work.  They said, "Are you the T.A." and I said I was.  So the security gaurd shows up a bit later, sees me standing by the locked door, and says "where're you going?" I tell her "The computer lab."  And she's all "Which one?"  Of course, she has to open the main door before I can get to any of them.  "Um... every one."  Then she just gives me this stupified look.  "I'm the T.A." I finally offer.  Then she gives me this rude "Well, that's what I was askin'!"  So my question is, if that's what she wanted to know, why the fuck didn't she just come out and say it in the first place, instead playing these asinine guessing games?  I don't understand why everyone around here has to cop suck a fucking attitude.  And she's been on the job a whole week.  The dude who normally comes over in the morning is a super nice guy.  This beeatch has to act like she's all that.  Well, she ain't.

    Anyhow, things are generally ok, with a bleaker future off in the distance.  Yesterday in class I got back the paper I wrote in a big rush 9 hours before I left for France.  It was on the "Outlandish Lie Game" that Jed pioneered.  I wonder if I can make a career writing about my friends.  I've written quite a few papers using them as subjects so far.  And I certainly think they're an interesting bunch.  Anyway, I wasn't sure about the paper. It coulda gone either way.  So much to my surprise, my professor, who has rarely said anything positive about my writing, wrote "Best thing you've written so far," and even ended it with a "Bravo!"  And at the end of the paper, she wrote "I love it!"  So that was a fucking shock and half.  I still don't know how to take a compliment.  So it made me a bit uncomfortable.  I'm still not sure how to write a good article, but following my instinct seems to be working.  Although it works about as often as it fails. But these little guessing games keep things interesting, dontcha think?

    Despite how encouraging yesterday was, I'm still dreading the next 27 days.  Lots to do. So much, in fact, that I should really stop writing this and get to work.
    But there're be time for that later.  So...
 

    Well, it finally happened.  My webpage finally had a horrible effect on my real life.  I got quite a good amount of shit from Rodzilla yesterday about the photos from the March 21 entry, which have subsequently been removed.  Unfortunately, the pictures aren't really the main issue now.  The main issue seems to be my apparent disregard for her request that I not use those pictures. So I guess I fucked up.  Anyhow, she's pretty steamed.  And I suppose justifiably so.  I'm not sure what I was thinking.  So this is definitely the geekiest cause of a problem I've had so far.  What a pisser.

 
 

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