I am monitoring (supposedly tutoring) at the computer lab right now. The most boring times of my life. I am just sitting here and hoping for people to come up with some questions. But usually they don't. I wish they could ask some really serious questions, not only technical, but like "the meaning of life" type of questions, which would make me think for 30 minutes to come up --or not-- with an answer... But the only question I am hearing since 3PM is "Are the printers working?" NO. They are not, and I have no idea what happened to them.

Perhaps they realized that life is meaningless. Or they are on strike? All three of them (1 color and 2 b&w) united and decided not to print, unless the school feeds them with better paper and toner?!!!

I have 1 more hour to go. I want to be with my sister. She is here in Buffalo. She came to visit me but I am sitting here all by myself, imagining printers resisting the existing system of the department.

And I am getting hungry.

"Every failure is a masterpiece, another branch of the rhizome"
Deleuze and Guattari

Such a great quotation. If nobody gets on to the van, that is the excuse I'll use to my thesis committee... Joking apart, we were discussing this with one of my instructors, and we decided that graduate schools never lets us to fail. Everything has to work, so that you can pass your classes and get the degree and start drowning in the circulation of capital. No room for experiments, just tested and approved solutions.

So fucking ridicules.

It's realy weird... I cannot log in with Firefox to elmwoodstrip. It says my password is invalid. But in safari everything is ok... Yes Paul, I cleared the cookies.
I downloaded Firefox, just because of this lady, continuously saying " I hope you are using Firefox that is easier for me" and actually I started liking using it. But now I cannot log in. Help.

So, what a week. I guess, I am not writing to my journal since the spring break. DC was really fun. We went to this Turkish restaurant and ordered almost everything on the menu. I have to admit that the portions were really small but everything was extremely delicious. A place called "Meze", somewhere in DC. I am really bad in remembering the names of the streets. It should be one of these numbered ones. 17 perhaps.

Since than, I am (we are) working like crazy. 20 days left for the big thing. Although, I am having so much fun, I want things to be over soon. I want to relax. I have this stomach ache everyday now. I am waking up with it, teaching with it... Even now, I have it and I am sick of it.

This is my favorite website, lately....

I am tired... sleepy... but so nervous about the meeting tomorrow so i know that if i go to bed, i won't be able to sleep at all and just wiggle hysterically... I wish I could be able to sleep more. What is wrong with me?
Tomorrow is the meeting with the city people. I'll ask for some money for Public Trans-phere. No... I'll beg them to give us some money! I really want to do this project. Especially now. We had a meeting with Paul and Jesse today, which was inspiring. (for me at least)... We have all these great ideas... I feel it though, city people will like it... Please...please...

Oh, I almost forgot, there is another thing that makes me not sleep. I am going to Romania in 2 months. I have been accepted to a biennale in Romania, but I really don't have time to think about it. What will I send? How will I go? It is really weird, sometimes nothing happens, but sometimes everything happens at the same time.
What a coincidence, I have just seen Bram Stoker's Dracula. I love that movie. Yeah yeah, i am going to Romania!!! I should have some fun there... I hope... I hope it is not just a serious art gathering! Actually, I don't think I can be happy outside the Buffalo art community. There are many people here thinking/feeling excatly the same way I do. I enjoy working/talking with them. But still I am searching for other opportunities in Europe. This is such a schizophrenic behavior. Really, I am so weird these days. A week ago I told my self that I'll let my hair grow, and at the same evening i cut it? Perhaps my id and ego are not going very well, ha?