August 7th, 2000. Monday
Mail to G-Rock
Lately, I've been thinking a wouldn't mind being stupider if it meant I'd be more self-confident. I think in my case, intelligence serves a mostly self-delibitating purpose. I see things from too many angles, and consider too many possibilities. I should just come up with one opinion, no matter how poorly-informed, and stick with it like it came from the mouth of god. But no... i gotta think about things. Christ...
Anyhow, I was discussing matters of the sort with my brother Geoff on the drive between home and New York. I'm not too sure of myself these days. Of course, that's nothing terribly new. In reality, I'm probably more sure of myself these days than I've ever been. It's all relative I suppose. Anyhow, Geoff and I were at home for my grandmother's birthday party. I fely obligated to go, but I probably only said about 5 words to my grandmother, three of which were "hi!" I suppose the best part of the weekend was getting my laundry done. God knows I'd rather drive it 140 miles to PA than carry it down to 7th avenue and do it at the laundromat. I also ended up at TJ Maxx, my favorite discount retailer, in search of some clothes to wear for some (hopefully) upcoming internship interviews. I feel really burned by this whole internship thing, by the way. I can't believe I have to beg and plead to for the "opportunity" to provide what is essentially slave-labor. And worse yet, not only do I not get paid, but I actually have to pay NYU 1200 dollars to make this a for-credit endeavor. Maybe I'll keep a detailed log of the internship and just try to write an article on that. Or is that bit too bitter? Anyhow, as the days go by, I feel less and less conformtable in the traditional shirt-and-tie ensemble, so every effort I made to find respectable looking clothes was hindered by feelings of revulsion. But I guess that'll pass.
Other news: My new roommate Dylan moved in yesterday. He seems like an amicable fellow. So now I can almost stop worrying about my apartment. Jed told me yesterday that he thought he heard that the upstairs apartment had a dishwasher installed over the weekend. The news infuriated me, because one of the major adjustments I've had to make to my current living situation is eating of plates and using utensils that i still consider "dirty." For my money, nothing is clean unless it goes through a dishwasher. So I'm hoping the landlord will come through on my request. I left a message for him last night. I hope he got it. I hate asking people for things though, even if they're rightfully mine. I have no stomach for confrontation, at least with strangers or mild acquaintences. Which is why I called and left a message when I knew he wouldn't be there. So now the ball is in his court. I'm not signing that damn lease until I get an answer from him.
I've been racking my brain trying to find a DSL provider today. Too many options. But actually, all these DSL ISP's (too many acronymns too) all use a small number of providers. It's all very confusing. And i don't want to wait a month or two to get hooked up. It's seems so anticlimactic to be like "Yes, i want fast, reliable, high-speed access to this wonderful 'internet,' as you call it, and I want it in... two months!" I mean, come on. And i know it's going to be a pain in the ass getting the people to my apartment while somebody's home. I mean, I can't even get a package delivered in three tries .. Seven Hells... Anyway, quitting time. And this was my first entry done from scratch with HTML. always looking to pad that resume. How career-oriented and industrious I've become!
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