Archives for August 2000

Oh god, the adult contemporary station is playing that awful editted version of “You Oughta Know” again, after taking an incredibly dumb shot at the highly superior local classic rock station. The shot was in the theme of “survivor on the radio dial,” and the “carpool” (of obviously overly-pc yuppy scum) voted WMGK off (apparently for playing a Bowie song other than “Changes”). The worst part is that they editted the “fuck” out of the song not with a simple silence or bleep, but by extending the vocal that comes before it, which tricks unsuspecting yuppies into thinking the song is an angsty but rational plea for an exboyfriend to wise up. Angsty, yes. Rational? Whenever i start bring up sex you had in movie theatres since we broke up, it usually doesn’t end up too pretty. This time they followed Alanis with some Billy Joel, but it’s some really bad Billy Joel that WMGK will never play. The happy ending to this story is that i’ll never hear this awful radio station after Viktor leaves tomorrow. Do you sense a theme in today’s posts?? Oh well, i’m off to the coffee shop. More later.

My whole room feels as thought it just went swimming. My bed is damp, my computer has a moist sheen to it, and i am sticking to my clothes. At first i thought i forgot to close our window last night, but in fact the culprit is our HVAC unit. It draws in air from outside the window, and doesn’t appear to filter it especially much, which means it’s just as soggy in here as it is out there. It figures; the one night Viktor manages to go to sleep without turning the air conditioning off is the most humid night of the month. Of course, i blame him for just about everything that goes wrong in this room, and rightly so. The boy just lacks common sense (so much more than i do). For example, last night we were chatting about our new apartments, and he mentioned that his electricity was already on. I asked him if it was included in the price of his rent and he seemed to think it wasn’t. He proceeded to reason that since it was already on, he wouldn’t have to tell the electric company it was in his name, and could live off of someone else’s payments for months. I tried in vain to point out the flaws in this plan, such as unexpectedly losing electricity or being billed for months he did not live there, but was not entirely surprised when Viktor just said “ah, yes” and then promptly ignored me. Later last night he returned from dropping a few things off at his apartment, and informed me that halfway through his visit the electricity went out. It was too ironic for me to even laugh.

None of my newfound sleeping skills have aided me in keeping my eyes firmly shut through early morning trans-atlantic calls to Bulgaria by my roommate sitting two yards away from my sleeping form. I took a personality test last night that informed me that i was a pushover. At first i objected, but soon i agreed. In fact, i am the worst kind of pushover: a compliant one. Once i get over my initial bitching i just go along with whoever is making my life miserable, only pausing to be passive agressive towards them. For example, if i turn up my music in an attempt to get back at someone, i still turn it down at the very loud parts. Sad, isn’ it?

I never used to be able to sleep on my back; it was just too distracting to have my eyes facing anything other than a pillow or a wall. That habit changed after i broke my collarbone, since i couldn’t find a way to get onto my stomache, and sleeping on my side just ground two pieces of freshly broken bone together. As a result, i learned to sleep on my back. I think my learning was enhanced by the fact that i am usually dead tired by the time i get to the bed. In the past i used to be one to stay up for hours, tossing and turning, but these days i seem to have designated the bed as being used just for sleeping and my sleep process goes much more smoothly that way.