So, there war a pop quiz in my Spanish literature class yesterday. The Professor was under the impression that it was easy. No man has ever been so wrong. At this point, all I can do is cling to the hope that it won't actually be counted for anything. There were no quizzes mentioned in the syllabus. Very bad. Little hope for me to cling to.
You ever think you were meant to read a particular book? I was looking for a certain book at B&N. I was fairly certain the author's last name was towards the end of the alphabet. So, I kept going back and forth over the S-Z shelves. After extended searching I found one copy on top of some other books. I'm fairly certain another customer had to of put it there. The funny thing is, the author's last name began with a M. There was no reason for that book to be there or for me to expect to find it in that section. That was a pretty funky moment.
I'm still working through Ben Franklin autobiography. It's proving to not be one of my favorite works of all time. The man talks about dust for 3 pages. I can't wait to be assigned more reading this afternoon.
I'm having boy issues. Alan called my cell last night. No actual reason for talking...At least the first time he had a somewhat legitimate excuse. We spoke for about 10 minutes...He implied calling me was a high point in his day. I ignored the subtle implication. Talking to him makes me uncomfortable because I know he likes me. When I'm uncomfortable, I get twitchy. Over the phone, it seems that causes me to sound flirty. No good. I don't know what to do. He's a good guy. Strong Christian. I only want to be friends and I don't want to hurt him when I tell him that. Maybe I'll just give vague hints about how I shouldn't date anytime in the near future.
Last night my roommate and I got into the "you've been a great roommate" speech. I guess it's good to know, that when necessary, I can share a small space without swearing or kicking.
Well, I'm off to sign up for a room for next year.
You ever think you were meant to read a particular book? I was looking for a certain book at B&N. I was fairly certain the author's last name was towards the end of the alphabet. So, I kept going back and forth over the S-Z shelves. After extended searching I found one copy on top of some other books. I'm fairly certain another customer had to of put it there. The funny thing is, the author's last name began with a M. There was no reason for that book to be there or for me to expect to find it in that section. That was a pretty funky moment.
I'm still working through Ben Franklin autobiography. It's proving to not be one of my favorite works of all time. The man talks about dust for 3 pages. I can't wait to be assigned more reading this afternoon.
I'm having boy issues. Alan called my cell last night. No actual reason for talking...At least the first time he had a somewhat legitimate excuse. We spoke for about 10 minutes...He implied calling me was a high point in his day. I ignored the subtle implication. Talking to him makes me uncomfortable because I know he likes me. When I'm uncomfortable, I get twitchy. Over the phone, it seems that causes me to sound flirty. No good. I don't know what to do. He's a good guy. Strong Christian. I only want to be friends and I don't want to hurt him when I tell him that. Maybe I'll just give vague hints about how I shouldn't date anytime in the near future.
Last night my roommate and I got into the "you've been a great roommate" speech. I guess it's good to know, that when necessary, I can share a small space without swearing or kicking.
Well, I'm off to sign up for a room for next year.
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