027 There's this girl I know

Yesterday:
I was already annoyed with the world, so it didn’t take much to get me started with the eye rolling, but sometimes I just can’t help it.
There is this girl I know with whom I will never be friends. And I am totally fine with that.
Anyway, this girl was talking to someone near me. The subject of the conversation was the most stupid and anal thing, the sort of conversations girls often have. There is no point, no interest and certainly no need for it. It’s just a waste of time.
During the whole conversation she was making these baby faces and jumping up and down and then she walked away hopping and singing. What the fuck is going on here? The whole time I was thinking “What the hell is she doing?”
I realized later that she was checking out her immediate surroundings. She was trying to see if anybody was smiling or appreciating her antics. [I made a point to ignore her of course]
I mean, does she really have to act like little baby girls to get noticed? Do we need to hear her comment on her inner thoughts out loud? Because, that’s what she was doing. I was trying to put myself in the guy’s position and see if there was anything even remotely attractive about a girl playing all these games. I couldn’t figure it out. I should ask.
I might even give her some “friendly” advice and suggest that she drop the little girl routine, it’s disturbing and it's obviously not working out for her.

Today:
Oh my God! She’s freaking hopping again!

026 Working my derrière to death

Yeah that's right. My butt hurts from sitting in the same chair for 15 hours a day.
... On stupid day 7 and counting.
I have been working in 2d microstation for 60 hours. This thing is sooo slow I almost died of boredom a million times.
I hate that program with unusual passion. I feel like I have been sucked into the 2d M0rphosis black hole. [Looks pretty deep from where I'm standing]

click ... dying dying dying dying dying dying dying dying ... click

There is some positive in this whole 2d debacle ... Now I understand why everybody here has this constant vacant look on their faces ... We're bonding.

025 Pit of Hell you say?

Yes, that’s exactly what I say. The M0rph parking saga continues.
The water main is busted, the lot has flooded.
There is a hole now ...


No one seems to be in a hurry to fill it.
So, we pile up inside the abandoned building next door.


Pathetiiiiic ...

024 Jesũs, help me ...

I am still sick and my voice remains completely messed up. As I said before, it was sexy the first couple of days, but now [13 days later] I am ready to move on. So, I am eating large amounts of cough drops and getting high on cough syrup to minimize the coughing fits. Not only is that strategy a complete bust, it's also bringing chaos and unrest to my life:
Gained one pound.[blame it on all the freaking sugar in the candies and the syrup]
Got a parking ticket.
Forgot to pay my power bill and was late for the final deadline. Lights are still coming on so I guess they won’t cut it off right away.
Was late on the rent.
Bought the wrong coffee table for my living room. [now I am going to obsess about this one until I can fix it]

Last week UCLA canceled my class because Michael Jackson was causing a stir in the area [being dead and all] -- the nerve.

Almost late to class this week. My car is [once again] stuck in the “three car tandem pit of hell” I have to deal with at the office.
Working there is like getting stuck on an island every day. Knowing I am not in control of the parking situation is driving me nuts.

The classroom is full of people of all ages. They all have something in common … They’re in the business of course [director, editors, actors, writers, …]
One exception … me.
There seem to be an unusually large number of inflated egos in the room. Not that I don’t appreciate it. It’s always entertaining although I don’t know how funny it will be after eight weeks. Must be something about the “biz.”