A Long Day's Night
Apr. 11th, 2003 02:06 amToday's VW Musical Selections:
CD 1 - Jamiroquai - Canned Heat
CD 2 - Depeche Mode - Singles, 86-98, CD 2
CD 3 - Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf
CD 4 - Radiohead - Kid A
CD 5 - Led Zeppelin - Remasters
A lot of the pleasure I get out of working in the VW comes from being able to bring in my own music to play. I'm not sure if it's because hearing songs that I love makes the drudgery of cleaning up after my fellow classmates tolerable or because I like being able to share that little part of myself with others in an...invisible? (no, that's not the word) way. In a way that they don't know I'm sharing myself with them. I've long come to the conclusion that I basically expect nothing from anyone. I don't expect people to be grateful for things I've done for them. I don't expect people to care about my whereabouts or how I'm feeling. But I still can't help but want people to know how I'm feeling and my cares/concerns. Boy, can I get any more unintelligible?
Anyway, I got two compliments on my selection today. One girl totally dug the Queens of the Stone Age CD and one kid (who, God bless him, looked like a stoner) gave me kudos on my Radiohead choice. I must not have looked too pleased on the outside when they gave me the compliments (by the time the girl came by my leg was killing me and when the guy came by I'd been rushing around the dining hall cleaning off tables, most likely with that odd "deeply troubled" face I make when doing something I'm not fond of) but it lifted my spirits a tad bit. People should never underestimate how one or two words, be they in kindness or in anger, can affect others.
I remember the week I decided to bring in Apocalyptica...one girl complained to Paul that it was, and I quote "Satanic music". It was cellos, for chrissake! We both got a good laugh out of that one, but he lowered the music a bit anyway. And then there was the week I decided to try all -classical. We'd gotten less than half-way through Bach's Mass in D minor when Janet decided it was a little to sleep-inducing, I sort of agreed, since it was dreary as all hell outside. Off came the Bach, on came the Led. C'est la vie.
My day's been sort of...blah. I think I managed to fall asleep before the sun came up, so seeing as I woke up at 9 I got...3 hours sleep. Again. Hmm. Morning's sort of fuzzy. I woke up, washed up, picked out my CDs, and race-walked to the VW because I was tardy (per usual). On the way there I saw Lyndsay walking in the *opposite* direction, so I knew something was up. Turned out she was getting sick and got permission to head home. I was slightly peeved because that meant I'd be stuck wiping cards for 2 hours instead of working by the serving area and so I suppose I didn't come off as totally sympathetic. I should send her an e-mail or something to apologize and ask if she's doing well.
I got to the Dub, put my CDs in, started humming along with Jamiroquai, and I was good to go. Paul came over and said something like "I look forward to Thursdays just to hear your musical selections", which could be taken as either an oddly phrased compliment or a politely phrased insult. He claims he finds it interesting because I have a wide variety of tastes. I dunno. I never can read that man. I sort of smiled and said "thank you" then shrugged with a self-conscious grin on my face.
Today was also ADOCH and there were a few pre-frosh in attendance. Ah, the good old days. I actually didn't go to ADOCH because I was in Italy at the time. Damn did I have a good time on that trip. I wish I had kept a journal during it. All I have are my photos and the recollections from Jo. I spent a lot of the time infatuated with a fellow traveler named Joseph and somewhat annoyed by Jo's digs at him. What can I say? I had a thing for brown-haired brown-eyed boys that wear dark trenchcoats. He ruined a wonderful umbrella I'd purchased in Florence? But of course I said nothing to him about it. Infatuation makes a fool out of sane (wo)men, I tell you.
Moving on. After work I went to the comic store to check on my order of LoEG. Not in yet but I couldn't help but pick up The Watchmen. I've heard some good things about it, and Moore has yet to let me down. I'm saving it for the Market tomorrow. Hopefully there won't be a lot of people there and I can get a good bit of reading done.
It was so beautiful outside today that I decided to make a trip down to the mall on foot to see if they had any good JavaScript guidebooks (that assignment is due on Monday...it's going to make me its bitch, I just know it). I didn't find any I liked in either the Brown Bookstore or College Hill. For some reason I'm obsessed with making some sort of quiz with JavaScript that would tabulate answers based on a simple addition-based mathematical formula then spit out a result. I walk down the hill to Borders after dropping off my bookbag in my room and I realize my leg is getting more and more numb. Not good. I guess it was the sitting at the desk swiping cards that did me in. By the time I'm in Borders I'm limping but I tried my darnest to cover it by walking deliberately (it might have had something to do with my shoes...I hadn't worn the Pumas in a while). No go on the book (I don't even know if you can make that sort of thing using HTML and JavaScript alone) and I decided to take the bus back to my room.
Once home I was knocked out. I didn't even bother with the usual shower, I just jumped under the covers and fell asleep. Ended up waking up around 7:30 and just wasted time afterwards. To be honest I can't even recall most of what I've done this evening. And I'm okay with that. As I said, my day's been blah. Just there.
I rented "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" and "Rosemary's Baby" (again). I'm wondering whether I should watch them tonight or just wait until tomorrow evening...I'm also wondering whether I should even bother going to classes tomorrow...choices, choices...
CD 1 - Jamiroquai - Canned Heat
CD 2 - Depeche Mode - Singles, 86-98, CD 2
CD 3 - Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf
CD 4 - Radiohead - Kid A
CD 5 - Led Zeppelin - Remasters
A lot of the pleasure I get out of working in the VW comes from being able to bring in my own music to play. I'm not sure if it's because hearing songs that I love makes the drudgery of cleaning up after my fellow classmates tolerable or because I like being able to share that little part of myself with others in an...invisible? (no, that's not the word) way. In a way that they don't know I'm sharing myself with them. I've long come to the conclusion that I basically expect nothing from anyone. I don't expect people to be grateful for things I've done for them. I don't expect people to care about my whereabouts or how I'm feeling. But I still can't help but want people to know how I'm feeling and my cares/concerns. Boy, can I get any more unintelligible?
Anyway, I got two compliments on my selection today. One girl totally dug the Queens of the Stone Age CD and one kid (who, God bless him, looked like a stoner) gave me kudos on my Radiohead choice. I must not have looked too pleased on the outside when they gave me the compliments (by the time the girl came by my leg was killing me and when the guy came by I'd been rushing around the dining hall cleaning off tables, most likely with that odd "deeply troubled" face I make when doing something I'm not fond of) but it lifted my spirits a tad bit. People should never underestimate how one or two words, be they in kindness or in anger, can affect others.
I remember the week I decided to bring in Apocalyptica...one girl complained to Paul that it was, and I quote "Satanic music". It was cellos, for chrissake! We both got a good laugh out of that one, but he lowered the music a bit anyway. And then there was the week I decided to try all -classical. We'd gotten less than half-way through Bach's Mass in D minor when Janet decided it was a little to sleep-inducing, I sort of agreed, since it was dreary as all hell outside. Off came the Bach, on came the Led. C'est la vie.
My day's been sort of...blah. I think I managed to fall asleep before the sun came up, so seeing as I woke up at 9 I got...3 hours sleep. Again. Hmm. Morning's sort of fuzzy. I woke up, washed up, picked out my CDs, and race-walked to the VW because I was tardy (per usual). On the way there I saw Lyndsay walking in the *opposite* direction, so I knew something was up. Turned out she was getting sick and got permission to head home. I was slightly peeved because that meant I'd be stuck wiping cards for 2 hours instead of working by the serving area and so I suppose I didn't come off as totally sympathetic. I should send her an e-mail or something to apologize and ask if she's doing well.
I got to the Dub, put my CDs in, started humming along with Jamiroquai, and I was good to go. Paul came over and said something like "I look forward to Thursdays just to hear your musical selections", which could be taken as either an oddly phrased compliment or a politely phrased insult. He claims he finds it interesting because I have a wide variety of tastes. I dunno. I never can read that man. I sort of smiled and said "thank you" then shrugged with a self-conscious grin on my face.
Today was also ADOCH and there were a few pre-frosh in attendance. Ah, the good old days. I actually didn't go to ADOCH because I was in Italy at the time. Damn did I have a good time on that trip. I wish I had kept a journal during it. All I have are my photos and the recollections from Jo. I spent a lot of the time infatuated with a fellow traveler named Joseph and somewhat annoyed by Jo's digs at him. What can I say? I had a thing for brown-haired brown-eyed boys that wear dark trenchcoats. He ruined a wonderful umbrella I'd purchased in Florence? But of course I said nothing to him about it. Infatuation makes a fool out of sane (wo)men, I tell you.
Moving on. After work I went to the comic store to check on my order of LoEG. Not in yet but I couldn't help but pick up The Watchmen. I've heard some good things about it, and Moore has yet to let me down. I'm saving it for the Market tomorrow. Hopefully there won't be a lot of people there and I can get a good bit of reading done.
It was so beautiful outside today that I decided to make a trip down to the mall on foot to see if they had any good JavaScript guidebooks (that assignment is due on Monday...it's going to make me its bitch, I just know it). I didn't find any I liked in either the Brown Bookstore or College Hill. For some reason I'm obsessed with making some sort of quiz with JavaScript that would tabulate answers based on a simple addition-based mathematical formula then spit out a result. I walk down the hill to Borders after dropping off my bookbag in my room and I realize my leg is getting more and more numb. Not good. I guess it was the sitting at the desk swiping cards that did me in. By the time I'm in Borders I'm limping but I tried my darnest to cover it by walking deliberately (it might have had something to do with my shoes...I hadn't worn the Pumas in a while). No go on the book (I don't even know if you can make that sort of thing using HTML and JavaScript alone) and I decided to take the bus back to my room.
Once home I was knocked out. I didn't even bother with the usual shower, I just jumped under the covers and fell asleep. Ended up waking up around 7:30 and just wasted time afterwards. To be honest I can't even recall most of what I've done this evening. And I'm okay with that. As I said, my day's been blah. Just there.
I rented "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" and "Rosemary's Baby" (again). I'm wondering whether I should watch them tonight or just wait until tomorrow evening...I'm also wondering whether I should even bother going to classes tomorrow...choices, choices...