I love all of this rain. I guess it helps that my car is in the shop and I really can't go anywhere, but I really missed the rain. Torrential downpours...sigh.
I'm really pissed at one of my professors. He isn't coordinating the workload with the other three members of my core. He is pretty much fucking us over and being a dick about it. This is fucking grad school, and we should be modifying the core to our needs. He told my friend he was knocking on an "impenetrable door" when he mentioned his concerns. I wish he said that to me so I could tell him that a door, by nature, can't really be impenetrable.
And this guy freaks me out...he stares at me in class. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then other people affirmed the notion. He fucking stares at me for all four hours of class. I think it is because he thought I was a ditz and then, when he started reading my work, realized I wasn't...so now he is confused. My friends think it is because he wants to make babies with me. I don't really care, I just want it to stop. And I want him to get with the fucking program.
It's coming to a head...I only completed half of my last assignment for him. I had three pieces in my concentration to edit and I just had to cut something, so it was his assignment. I explained it to him in a letter, so if he wants to continue being a douchebag, it's his call. I enjoy taking classes in my subject, but outside of my concenration...my priorities, however, will remain unchanged.
Picks of the week: Michelle Tea at Skylight Books on Saturday and British Sea Power at the Echo on Sunday.
Edited to point out how pissed I am about having to much work to go to an Oscar-fashionwhore party tonight...I missed a Grammy party this month, too! I wanna go to a big-ticket Hollywood party, damnit. Isn't that why I moved here? No, it was not.
I'm really pissed at one of my professors. He isn't coordinating the workload with the other three members of my core. He is pretty much fucking us over and being a dick about it. This is fucking grad school, and we should be modifying the core to our needs. He told my friend he was knocking on an "impenetrable door" when he mentioned his concerns. I wish he said that to me so I could tell him that a door, by nature, can't really be impenetrable.
And this guy freaks me out...he stares at me in class. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then other people affirmed the notion. He fucking stares at me for all four hours of class. I think it is because he thought I was a ditz and then, when he started reading my work, realized I wasn't...so now he is confused. My friends think it is because he wants to make babies with me. I don't really care, I just want it to stop. And I want him to get with the fucking program.
It's coming to a head...I only completed half of my last assignment for him. I had three pieces in my concentration to edit and I just had to cut something, so it was his assignment. I explained it to him in a letter, so if he wants to continue being a douchebag, it's his call. I enjoy taking classes in my subject, but outside of my concenration...my priorities, however, will remain unchanged.
Picks of the week: Michelle Tea at Skylight Books on Saturday and British Sea Power at the Echo on Sunday.
Edited to point out how pissed I am about having to much work to go to an Oscar-fashionwhore party tonight...I missed a Grammy party this month, too! I wanna go to a big-ticket Hollywood party, damnit. Isn't that why I moved here? No, it was not.
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PS i have an offer to move to CA but it's to either Napa or Vacaville, poo.
[Edited on Feb 29, 2004 7:05PM]