A November to Remember

Daily Aggravations and Regrets
and various thoughts

November 1, 1999. Monday

So yesterday, I took part in the annual Greenwich Village Halloween parade. I wasn't expecting to actually be in the parade. I was supposed to do a story about drag queens. But I wasn't too fond of that, and someone needed an extra body, so I joined Caryn and Tim from class, and about ten of us in all marched down 6th Ave., carrying a giant inflatable orange ball. It was actually a lot of fun. For the most part. it was really cool to be marching down the Avenue of the Americas, which is usually so busy, but was of course shut down for the parade. I was concentrating on the ball so much that I almost forgot that I was in the parade at times.

So I'm back at home now. I had to write an article about my parade experience today in class, which took roughly all fucking day. I may post in later instead of the little account I have here now. I'm waiting for some pictures though.
I had a little conference with my professor about my writing roday. She's about the only person who's tryingto help us out in any way. It was actually pretty helpful. She's trying to teach us to write to our strengths. Unfortunately, she said that my writing style falls into a real "gray area." Meaning not too commercial, I'm assuming. But it's somewhat encouraging. Our final paper is supposed to be publishable, and she's going to help us write query letters to try to freelance our work. I'm exited about that.

Anyhow, the weekend was fairly stressful. On saturday, I was trying to get a paper done, but decided to fuck it and went out instead. I went with Caryn and Katey from class to a show at the Knitting Factory. The band was Olivia Tremor Control. They were ok. Afterwards we went back to Caryn's place and hung out a bit. After some very aggravating subway delays and transfers, and some scary guy talking to me on the subway about being Chinese, I got home a little after 4am. Actually since it switched back to standard time, it was only 3. So I made my weekly call to Rodzilla. I don't know what the hell happened, but it got bad pretty quick. Well, i do know what happened, I just don't know why exactly. I just kept complaining about shit. So the conversation ended badly. I don't know why I introduce these horrible topics of conversation. It was the last thing on my mind,a nd I don't know how it ended up there. I was trying not to feel too shitty about it the next morning, but I wasn't doing a very good job. She's off travelling through France, since she has the week off. With some guy. But I'm OK with that. No, really. Sort of. So anyway, I wasn't going to be able totalk to her for a while. Plenty of time to stew. But, she called that morning, and we chatted for about 5 minutes. Things are allright, I suppose. I hate worrying about this stuff. I don't even really have to. But i do. Kind of sucks.

I think I have some sort of pyschological problem. No, really, I think I really do. It sort of reminds me of Jed, actually. I have big problem just doing what I know needs to be done. I don't know why. I have some sort of breakdown between my mind and body. i think maybe I have too much free time. If I had a job or something I'd be organizing my time much better. Of course, trying to get a job requires some time-management skills. i gotta get on that. Kathy from class gave me the name of her temp agency today, so I'll call 'em tomorrow after my weekly trip to the post office. Plus, I have to pay the rent. I'm thinking of going to see an NYU counselor too. Heck, I might as well take advantage of my healthcare while I have it. I've always wanted to see a shrink. Just to see if there's anything wrong with me that I didn't know about. I think I'm pretty good about self analysis.

The train ride home today was particularly crowded, and fairly smelly. There was a somewhat fascinating red-haired girl on the train. She wasn't particularly attractive, but she looked very content. She had a plain, almost homely face, but just a hint of a smile, an almost imperceptible curl of the lips. she had on a sweater, funky vest, and a long blue scarf. I actually didn't get a really good look at her. but it was just sort of interesting. Maybe because there're so many miserable looking people on the train that someone who looks like they're almost happy just stands out. I don't know.

Anyway, I think Jed may be coming here on Wednesday. And I'm going to yet another show at the Knitting Factory tomorrow. It's Mary Timony of Helium Fame. Love 'er. She's actually opening for another band, Quasi, whom I've never heard. I'm only going for Mary.

Roommates are a bit on my nerves. Alice came in today while i was asleep, turned the lights on, and wanted to check her email on my computer. I guess she didn't see me. But even after she did, she just stuck around and checked her email, while I was lying around in my underpants. Plus, there's a situation with the dishes. All they do is run cold water over them, and it's clean. Fuck man. It's all greasy and shit. It's fucking disgusting. They don't know how to clean anything. Or take care of anything, for that matter. there's a persistent problem with the toilet. Guess who always has to deal with it? Right-o. well, enough. Me tired. sleep now.

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