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January 30, 2007
Can't Think of A Title, Really Will Be Late to Work
I have started a few posts and then not really finished them, forgotten about them, never posted them. So maybe this is the one?
This weekend was okay. I didn't get as much work done as I had hoped, but when does that ever happen? I went yarn shopping for about a million hours because Kaydo and Jack(girl,codename) had to look at absolutely everything three times. But that was okay. I got chocolate chips at Target! And some yarn. And then we made Indian food, which I like but not as much as Thai, or most other "ethnic" food. Anyway... then that night I went to the usual frat party. Few marshmallows were consumed because someone else, who it is my responsiblity to take care of, was doing the consumption. Aside from being called fat and having my middle name revealed it was okay. (There are some people that I'm not speaking to right now. Who will be lucky if I am no longer angry with them by V-Day--to clarify, for me V-Day is an excuse to bake lots of cookies and give tons of people bags of candy and cookies).
Also Friday was the Presidential Ball, I think I won't put the picture up on facebook because I don't think it's a very nice picture of me. Ah well. My Engineer looks very dapper, and OH GOD the mustache. If anyone asks, I have no comment about the mustache. Except that I have extracted a possible date of its disappearance, which makes me appreciate it more in its transience.
Sunday I went to church. Did work. Had radio meeting and McKelvy.
Yesterday there was class. And I could say more, but I'm going to be late for work if I don't cut myself off here.
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January 25, 2007
Chewing Chewing All Day Long (The Dreadful Girl She Sees No Wrong)
I think that I am actually addicted to gum. People joke about being addicted to non-addictive substances, but I think I really might have an issue. Yesterday I was at Wawa, and I was like, oh! Gum! I will buy some! So took it home, and I was about to bake cookies, which is another story entirely, and so I was like no don't chew gum now, how will I lick the spoon? But like 2 minutes later I fiendishly grabbed at the package, savagely tore it open, hands shaking pulled out and unwrapped a piece, and then sighed in relief as I began to chew.
Let me know when Betty Ford starts treating this horrible affliction.
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January 23, 2007
A Short Story
You guys are weird. That's quite possibly the most comments I've ever gotten on a single post, each more strange than the last. Anyway. The really awkward thing was that I've told my Engineer he can read my blog, but I think he pretty much doesn't. Except he came over yesterday and was sitting at my desk, and my blog is my homepage. Yeah. I think he just pretty much laughed at me though.
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January 22, 2007
One Other Thing...
I'm probably reading too much into this. But there was a person, a boy I have never seen before in my life, in two of my classes today. And he choose to sit next to me in both. Which is really odd because, you just don't do that. If you don't know a person you don't sit down absolutely next to them, there must be at least a one seat buffer. And there were other seats both classes.
But of course my Engineer has nothing to worry about because a. He is much more wonderful than any other guy, and I would sooner cut off my right arm than leave him for some guy with clearly unconventional ideas about personal space, and b. I'm probably reading too much into this anyway.
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First Day of School
So I'm always wrong in my first impressions of classes, but I suppose that's no reason not to tell you what my first impressions are anyway.
Today I had my VAST (a required sophomore writing class on a topic of your choosing), my English class, and my religion class.
VAST, "A History of Spirts: The Distillation of Sin and Politics" was okay. I knew one person, well I knew two one just happened to be this girl I pretty much hate who was ironically in my FYS. It seems like a pretty easy class, the professor is a bit... long winded, but not in an old person way, in a distracted person way. Shrug. I'm just going to enjoy the low expectations of an engineering professor for writen papers.
English. Lord. I don't really care about the topic, "Eighteenth Century Fiction", but there are lots of awesome people in the class. The usual 300 level English class group. It's such a collegiate class, and the professor is such a typical professor-- old white man with a sort of reserved passion and extreme long windedness. My one major sorrow is that we have to write 4 papers, plus response papers every week.
Religion, "Islam and the West." I think I may be way over my head... The professor is nice, but I'm not quite sure how she'll be as a teacher, discussion leader, etc. She made us introduce ourselves and talk about why we choose to take the class, at which point I realized I really had no interest in Islam. Which is not to be racism or religionist or anything, there are plenty of things I'm not interested in. 18th Century Fiction for example...
One class tomorrow (I have the best schedule ever).
Miss you kids. Actually. Twice today I thought I saw Ru. It was quite odd. Although it would have been odder if it really had been him.
PS- I miss you too K8.
PPS- M. and I have a hard core game of phone tag going already.
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January 19, 2007
Sad Thoughts
Not much going on. Most of you are all back at school, sad. Last night B_____ and I had a lovely time at Movie night with A. and J. who attend crazy U Del and don't go back for another like 2 weeks? And this morning B_____ and I were living the life-- we went grocery shopping together. We also had delicious Thai food. Mmm. I <3 peanuts.
Now I'm avoiding getting things done. (I was really productive for about 40 minutes yesterday, then I got too lazy to even take the laundry out of the dryer...)
You know the ice cream scene in Little Miss Sunshine? Maybe you don't. But I can't get it out of my head. It makes my heart hurt to think about little girls feeling that way about themselves. How can society be so cruel? How could a parent endorse that sort of thought? I just want to punch him in the face and well, I want to lie to her. I want to say that ice cream is wonderful for you and won't you have another bowl? I want to hold her safe from those feel
ings, protect her from the world. I know she's a character in a movie, but it's social commentary. There are seven year olds out there who somehow already feel that way about themselves, who worry. And it's just wrong. So wrong that a child should have such a fear. They should worry about the monsters under their bed and get stomach aches from too much ice cream. My heart hurts for a society that does this to children.
And it kills me that I know, part of me has completely bought into it as well.
That's probably enough on that. Going out to dinner with the family tonight, and my brother's girlfriend, we shall see how it pans out... Must remember to ask him at some point how serious things are... Babysitting tomorrow night for my favorite family, the only kids I really still make time to sit for. Then church on Sunday and back to school, as I've already mentioned.
Better actually start working on my class journal now.
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January 18, 2007
The Colorful Sunset of the Hapsburg Empire: Or Three Cities of Drinking
Not by me of course. ... Anyway. It was a wonderful time, I just wish I had more than four days free now. Before I have to get back to the stress of Lafayette. For more details on my near death experiances, possible marshmallow consumption, cutsy stories that will make you sick inside, you'll just have to call me and ask. Because I have school work to do (already!) Sad. I have to finish my journal/scrap book for the class and turn it in to my professor asap.
So I'll be chilling in the 215 until Sunday. And then back to being a Lafayette Leper.
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