July 24, 2000.  Monday
 

 
 

A conversation on the train this morning:
"And some people be like ' you should be happy you don't have to have the baby for eleven days.'  And i was like "uh-UH, I'd rather spend elevan days wit my baby than with my ma-an.'"
Didn't really do that justice.

  For one reason or another, Rodzilla has been on a real Scrabble kick lately. So I've spent about 18 hours in the last 4 days playing Scrabble.  It actually hasn't been that bad, to tell you the awful truth.
Here's a poem I made up, during in order to use the word "Aza" which i explained was someone's name:
 

There once was a man named Aza
Who like to say words like Gaza
he was in love with his name,
changed his last to the same,
and now his name's Aza Aza.
 
 

    Anyhow, besides learning new and exciting words, I actually got quite a bit done over the weekend.  And all from getting up relatively early.  In exciting furniture news, I finally got a new desk on Saturday.  I went down to the swap meet thingy on 7th ave, and found a relatively cheap looking desk for relatively cheap. Of course, even 50 dollars was sort of stretching my funds, so i had to run to the cash machine, leaving Rodzilla to guard the desk.  While I was gone, the gentleman selling the desk came over and asked where I was. his partner replied "He went to the cash machine.  This is is deposit," as he pointed to Rodzilla. To which the other replied "I hope he never comes back!"  That sort of scared her.
    Anyhow, for 50 dollars, the dude gave me a ride back to my apartment with the desk.  He even provided a chair for me in the back of his kidnapper-esque van.  The catch, of course, was that the chair was a small, light weight jobby with four wheels.  So he hypothesized "You might need to hold onto something."  Rocking back and forth on the way back, I kept wondering who was getting the best of who in this transaction.
    So we drove into Manhattan later that night, after the drive to her East Village pad turned out to be relatively easy.  I'm super-psyched about her apartment having it's own private parking lot.  So we had dinner and eventually met Jen at the Sidewalk.  Rodzilla and I were pretty beat though, and cut out pretty early, though to us it felt pretty late. Still, i felt bad for splitting on the MurphMonster, since I hadn't seen her in a while and she came all the way down from the upper west side.

    Got up early yesterday to meet Rodzilla's parents, in NY for a little sight-seeing, at 9am.  Got there around 9:30. Not entirely my fault.  Had perhaps the driest pancaked I've ever had in my life.  Seriously, they literarally crumbled as soon as my fork touched them.  Not only were they super dry, but there was a lot of em.  I choked down as much as I could, since her parent's were buying me breakfast, but I couldn't fight the good fight for very long.
    After taking her parents to her school, we headed back to Brooklyn. I spoke with Nora in Germany for a while, got the low-down on her life there, then Rodzilla and I walked up to the Pavillion movie theatre and saw X-Men.  She had really no interest in seeing it, but ended up really enjoying it.  I myself thought it would be pretty bad, but it was a lot better than I thought.  On friday night, I accompanied Rodzilla to see The Kid, which may be why she agreed to go see X-Men.  The Kid wasn't so bad.  But I'm a big ol' sap.

    Anyhow, the workplace moved to a new building today in Greenwich Village.  It's a bit niced the horrible fluorescent lights are a bit more subdued.  and it just looks a little better. I still don't have much to do.  Besides work that James hands to me.  Hoping that'll change soon.  Also, my new cube is right next to a water fountain, and for some reason the sound of people slurping water is kind of tweaking me out write now. It's disturbing in some vague way.  Not sure why.  Maybe cos it sounds like people peeing.

    Rodzilla finally moved into her apartment yesterday as well.  It's nice having a bit more space to myself.  All her stuff has been cluttering up the joint for more than a month.  And it's been near impossible to get much done while she's been there. Not to mention that the Nintendo hasn't even been turned on in almost 2 weeks.  Back to normal, then.

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