Today on the subway, I saw the oddest thing. Well, odd doesn't describe it. Apparently, there's a baseball game tonight at Shea Stadium. Because of this, there were quite a few people on the 7 tonight. One group I noticed in particular. There was a girl, I'd say about 20 years old, maybe Laotian or Cambodian. She was sitting around two older caucasian men, and by older, I mean about 45 to 50 years old. Fine, usually that's nothing. What I couldn't fathom, was that one of those old men had his arms around her shoulders and his hand was molesting her arm. That gave me chills. Were they related somehow? Was he a particularly close friend? Was she a hooker? Did she simply not mind some man old enough to be her father have his arm so...intimately slung around her? And then she put her arm on his thigh, his inner thigh. At which point I threw up a little in my mouth. Thank god they got off at Shea Stadium...
In other news, I made a friend today. Sadly, I can't remember his name. I think it's John. I'm pretty positive it's John. John just recently graduated from Kansas State with a master's degree in landscape design. He's currently working in the same office as me, though not in the same company. He's also currently working as a National Guard whatchamacallit. He's a very nice, tall fellow who I thought was bald, until I noticed that it's just that his hair is so blond, it's white. Nice person, but still, I'm hoping I can make some friends more my age, and preferably female. I still haven't had a chance to go visit the neighboring design office, must get to that sometime.
O yes, and for once, the guy at the receptionist desk said good morning to me. Amazing, I do exist.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Roommate Search
I really hate bureaucracies - that's basically what CMU is. Right now, I feel particularly helpless against them and just plain sullen. Not even angry, no rage, I am just sullen, like a little kid who got sent to time out.
Of course, in my case, time out's going to last for an entire year in a crappy little room on a crappy little campus called Carnegie Mellon. All this is due to the fact that I'm bound by contract to pay $6000 for the place that I don't want to live in next year, and that appealing it would be $10,000 at the least. Not really worth it, no? Well all I can do now is sulk, hope I get a good room, find Adria Greene's car and smear dog poo under the door handles.
I also have to find a new roommate for the roommate I was going to live with in the glorious apartment I looked forward to living in. My roommate is proving to be most odd about it, telling me I ought to be the one who picks who lives with her. It doesn't really make sense to me, since she's the one who's going to have to put up with whoever I drop in on her. What happens if I picked some transgender named Sheila who liked to bring her multiple lovers home on weeknights? I doubt my roommate would approve. Call me crazy, but that's my reasoning.
I hate this whole situation, it's like blackmail, except it's my own stupidity that's blackmailing me. I hope Adria gets fired. I also hope the office that she's in catches fire and burns down with her in it, since, of course, burning to death is what I imagine to be the worst possible way to go. Obviously I'm not about to commit homicide or arson. Still, I can daydream.
I think the only way I can get a little revenge is to become a rich and famous architect, and not donate a single penny to anything other than my very own school of architecture. When I'm an older, more experienced and overall socially smarter person, I'll give them some sort of all encompassing explanation as to why, and hopefully it won't be a bureaucracy anymore...yah..right...like that will ever happen...
Of course, in my case, time out's going to last for an entire year in a crappy little room on a crappy little campus called Carnegie Mellon. All this is due to the fact that I'm bound by contract to pay $6000 for the place that I don't want to live in next year, and that appealing it would be $10,000 at the least. Not really worth it, no? Well all I can do now is sulk, hope I get a good room, find Adria Greene's car and smear dog poo under the door handles.
I also have to find a new roommate for the roommate I was going to live with in the glorious apartment I looked forward to living in. My roommate is proving to be most odd about it, telling me I ought to be the one who picks who lives with her. It doesn't really make sense to me, since she's the one who's going to have to put up with whoever I drop in on her. What happens if I picked some transgender named Sheila who liked to bring her multiple lovers home on weeknights? I doubt my roommate would approve. Call me crazy, but that's my reasoning.
I hate this whole situation, it's like blackmail, except it's my own stupidity that's blackmailing me. I hope Adria gets fired. I also hope the office that she's in catches fire and burns down with her in it, since, of course, burning to death is what I imagine to be the worst possible way to go. Obviously I'm not about to commit homicide or arson. Still, I can daydream.
I think the only way I can get a little revenge is to become a rich and famous architect, and not donate a single penny to anything other than my very own school of architecture. When I'm an older, more experienced and overall socially smarter person, I'll give them some sort of all encompassing explanation as to why, and hopefully it won't be a bureaucracy anymore...yah..right...like that will ever happen...
Monday, May 23, 2005
Working Woman
Yes, ladies and gents, I am now a working woman! Today was my first day working for BottinoGrund Architects and I'm having fun. I get my own nice little corner, complete reign over the printers and scanner and fax machine and a logitech wireless mouse! My bosses are really funny and I get to wear jeans and sneakers to work if I want. Today, they even bought me lunch (wow).
It felt very strange today going into Manhattan all on my lonesome. I'm usually following someone around, or with a group of people, but for the first time, I was in the big city all on my lonesome. Sure I was in Pittsburgh for two years all on my lonesome, but Pittsburgh is really nothing compared to NY. NY is...cold in comparison. No one smiles, no one watches out for each other. I think if someone were to faint in the subway, the only people that would bend over to check are the ones checking your wallet for money. The commuting is...hostile.
On a lighter, happier note, I got hired by HolzmanMoss as well. Three for me, mwahaha. I left them a message that I already got a job, but that feels sort of like a jerk thing to do, so I'm going to call them again tomorrow and apologize. I'm really bad at telling people no. I almost had a moment of hope when Nestor (my boss) said that he should give HolzmanMoss a call and say haha, too late, but then, he was just joking. Ah well, guess I'll have to do it myself...
It felt very strange today going into Manhattan all on my lonesome. I'm usually following someone around, or with a group of people, but for the first time, I was in the big city all on my lonesome. Sure I was in Pittsburgh for two years all on my lonesome, but Pittsburgh is really nothing compared to NY. NY is...cold in comparison. No one smiles, no one watches out for each other. I think if someone were to faint in the subway, the only people that would bend over to check are the ones checking your wallet for money. The commuting is...hostile.
On a lighter, happier note, I got hired by HolzmanMoss as well. Three for me, mwahaha. I left them a message that I already got a job, but that feels sort of like a jerk thing to do, so I'm going to call them again tomorrow and apologize. I'm really bad at telling people no. I almost had a moment of hope when Nestor (my boss) said that he should give HolzmanMoss a call and say haha, too late, but then, he was just joking. Ah well, guess I'll have to do it myself...
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Withdrawal
Suffering internet withdrawal. No internet at home either due to something being wrong with the outside wires. No repairs till Sunday. Since we have cable internet, that means no t.v. either.
Only have sporadic bits of internet usage like now.
Need 24-7 internet....
Hands Shaking....
Only have sporadic bits of internet usage like now.
Need 24-7 internet....
Hands Shaking....
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Unhappy
These past few days have me flipping out. First there was the frantic packing of the boxes. And there was big camping night, where my parents stayed over in my eeny weeny apartment. And then we all drove home and the whole time, mom kept mentioning how she and dad didn't like how I was dating a white guy. Yes, my parents are racists. I thought they weren't, but apparently they are. And it's getting on my nerves how mom keeps mentioning it over and over how much dad doesn't like me dating Ben when it's very clear to me that while dad is unhappy, it's mostly mom who is very very upset with it. So what? He's American. So am I. Deal.
Also annoying me is my parents' usual behavior of letting me know at the very last minute that we're going to New York the very next day and somehow expecting me to magically know this even though I've been away at school all this time. And now, I'm stuck here in New York City with no instant messenger or means to call my Benny-bean who I miss incredibly and really want to talk to. All I've got is email and NYTimes on my uncle's borrowed laptop with stolen insecure DSL connection. I'm going to be in the city until around Wednesday afternoon because of my interviews and then I'll be back in Connecticut and hopefully my parents won't mind me calling him. Long distance sucks.
I need a big hug from my Ben...
Also annoying me is my parents' usual behavior of letting me know at the very last minute that we're going to New York the very next day and somehow expecting me to magically know this even though I've been away at school all this time. And now, I'm stuck here in New York City with no instant messenger or means to call my Benny-bean who I miss incredibly and really want to talk to. All I've got is email and NYTimes on my uncle's borrowed laptop with stolen insecure DSL connection. I'm going to be in the city until around Wednesday afternoon because of my interviews and then I'll be back in Connecticut and hopefully my parents won't mind me calling him. Long distance sucks.
I need a big hug from my Ben...
