mY LifE iN iRoNY

"How can you expect the birds to sing when their groves are cut down?" ~Thoreau

Friday, September 17, 2004

So cold

It was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing this morning. I had to do that arms folded,-try to conserve warmth-oh my poor frost bitten ears-I'm going to catch pneumonia and die-thing. And I was in a light jacket. There were people walking around in shorts and tank tops. I don't understand how they're alive.

Let's see...do I remember the last two days?
Garden State was good, but I think I enjoyed it less than everyone else did. I don't remember Thursday and today I managed to get my independent study. (Now all I need is to add a certain class to my spring schedule and all will be well...if I can ever manage to do that)

I think God's trying to teach me about humility because I'm entering yet another situation in which I'm going to feel intimidated and dumb a lot. I will be in my screenwriting class with 3 boys. While I am a disinterested newbie at screenwriting, trying to get credit for an intro class, they have already completed the intro class. They have also completed the advanced class. They're taking an independent study because they have a lot of passion for screenwriting.

I think I'm going to write a romantic comedy to torture them all. Hee hee hee

Oh wait, Thursday came back to me. I did the "study" thing with Britt and Rose. Then Rose and I headed off to Starbucks to meet Leslie. Along the way, I destroyed Rose's self-esteem. Apparently it's lying on Grand River, twitching as cars run over it. All I did was call her glasses "old school."
Then at Starbucks, it hit me just how much Rose and I are like an old married couple. It's week three of being roomies. I fear we're going to have surgery to attach ourselves at the hip before the year is out.

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