2004-07-27 Cotton candy sugar pop
I hate the Journalism Camp counsellors.
They're smug, unsmiling bastards who look at people's computer screens when they talk, instead of their faces. They look angry all the time, even when they're laughing.
I especially hate one of them in particular, a man named Gary. Who talks computers as if He Knows What He's Saying, but really, he just seriously fucked up one of the machines by unplugging and plugging back in a bunch of shit "because they weren't working." They were working until you fucked with it, buddy.
He checks out keys and doesn't return them. The keys to the computer lab today changed hands at least 3 times before I managed to track them down. The other counsellors didn't seem to care, so long as they and their kids can get into the lab. Nevermind the fact that they're going against every University policy. Nevermind the fact that if something breaks or gets stolen, it's their fault. Nevermind the fact that the University is allowing them to stay in the dorms and use their machines. Nevermind the fact that these computers are not theirs to begin with.
The kids are not a problem. The kids work hard on whatever they're working on, chit-chat occasionally, and get a little defensive when questioned.
The counsellors, though, Don't Know What They're Doing, and Insist That They Do.
The point is: one of the counsellors seriously fucked up one of the computers, and I had to spend 40 minutes today just tracking down a set of keys because they couldn't be bothered to return them. Same counsellor fucked up the machine and checked out the keys.
OTHER THINGS.
I'm starting to move tomorrow. I've been packing today, and throwing out alot of shit. I've kept alot of Really Stupid Stuff, and I'm not even sure why.
I'm excited about my new place. Not about moving, I hate moving (who doesn't), but I'm only going a few (3, to be exact) blocks away, so it's not a big deal. I called Midamerican Energy today to get my electricity and gas turned on (and yes, it was turned OFF, not just put in nobody's name) in the place, but that won't be done until sometime Friday. My phone will get turned on then, too. Exciting stuff. New place, new phone number, newnewnew!!!
What sucks: packing. Then unpacking. And waiting around all day in a dark apartment on Friday for the Midamerican guy to come 'round and turn on my electricity. I won't be able to stay there until then, since I won't be able to even keep food there. Which is kind of lame, but it breaks up the moving alot, which is great. Less stressful.
Been spending a good amount of time with Brett. Been trying not to get stupid girly over it. Mostly succeeding.
Met up with Drummer David for coffee yesterday, and had a good time. He's a sweet kid. I'm glad he exists.
Since my last post:
The air conditioning got fixed, but that night got pretty terrible pretty fast. It was almost 85 degrees by the time I shut down the lab. The a/c had broken in the entire building.
Friday, I hung out with my buddy, Vic, and a bunch of other people. Had a great time. Watched porn. Learned how to shotgun a beer, and don't think I'll ever do it again.
Saturday, I took a long walk and went to a show (Shelter House benefit). Had an ok time, but was pissed because all the friends that made me promise to go weren't there. Skipped one afterhours party at some odd, undisclosed location (it involved driving, and my friends trying to find someone sober -- I was, but not wanting to deal with driving them), ran into a friend of mine who works at the tattoo shop who was having girl problems and wanted to talk about them, but he was also having an afterhours and so I spent some time in his apartment with a bunch of other people. It was ok. Learned that I have some of the sweetest, loveliest friends in the world.
Someone smells like cotton candy.
9.34pm
