Day 2

Grad school applications may cause me to go insane...so many forms...so many must be hand written...so many small typos that, if sent to universities that way, would make me seem unprofessional. When I click for online application, it should all be ONLINE.

I had one class today. It went well. It's my fiction class. I'm a little nervous, there are a lot of really great writers. It causes me to go, "Wait, I want to do this with my life and clearly there are many people who can kick my writing butt. Will I make it?" Plus there's the added pressure of needing letters of recommendation. So now I feel the need to have the prof get to know me fast and see me as someone worth writing a glowing recommendation for.

I spent a large portion of the day at Barnes and Noble. I bought my future planner for 2005. It's super pretty and professional!

Talked to Alan.

I haven't eaten since 9:30 AM, so I think I need to do something about that and take a break. My brain is deflating.

Down with Grad school applications!!!!

Down with tomorrow being another busy day!

Classes Classes Classes

Well, round two of classes didn't end in my favor. It was a special topics class (thus explaining why I could never remember what it was about...I never knew the subject). It's on media. *Eyes roll*
Cue moany voice: I hate discussing the media. I think it's a waste of time to debate conclusions that can be reached using common sense. The unceasing discussion of the media was one of the many reasons I changed from being a journalism major. I chose English because I wanted to read big, thick, confusing books, not because I wanted to discuss TV and the purpose of having 500 channels.
And the worst of the worst is, I have to take it. There is no way I can take a different subject class later. At least some of the actual discussion was interesting. My enjoyment of the course hangs in whether or not the prof will let me do a creative short story instead of making a website.

Third round of classes was okay. As with Spanish, I saw a lot of people I knew in the class. Which is impressive if you consider how many students are on this campus.

Tonight I went to the Children's garden to sit outside and read because it was a beautiful day and because I kept falling asleep in my room when I attempted to do the reading for my media class.

I got the official score report for the GRE...I did well enough to meet my standards for not having to take it again...but at the same time, I'm not jumping for joy either. But I don't think it's worth the effort to take it again. So, I'll have to learn to live with my dissatisfaction. Won't be the first time.

Thank goodness I only have one class manana.

I think I'm going to go running in the morning. (If that's the only time I go running all year, it will have cost me $105. That's incentive to keep running if ever there was one)

Crowds, and My Dislike for Them

Too many people. Crazy bikers. Crazy drivers. Crazy Peds. Miss summer.

Main lecture of Spanish class will be taught in English. Score!

Not Ready

I just realized that I don't remember Spanish at all. So, my first class is sure to be fun.

Last night we had a Video Music Awards party...not really my choice, but hey, what can you do. (Either way, Rose and I only invited two friends over) I am very behind on pop culture and I consider that to be a good thing. The awards show was bad and we were so disinterested we eventually turned the TV off. (The best parts were Jimmy Fallon and the man in a giant ball...the lead singer of the flaming lips, I believe)

Britt didn't come. I've realized it before, but I brushed it aside. I feel like she leads a double life, or at least with me she does. She tries to present herself as being, more or less, a good girl, which she isn't always. I'd really prefer honesty to half truths.

Rose and Leslie attempted to make porn sentences out of my magnetic poetry. They did a pretty good job. At least I can say that I had the poetry for over 2 years before anyone tried to do something disgusting with it.

Well I'm off to breakfast.

I Can Live With That

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Catching Up

Feel Wonderful. Slept for 10 hours last night. Didn't even hear Rose come in from work at 3:30 AM. Yeah for the sleeping action.

Overdue Post

The following has not been edited...not that I ever edit...it's too long and I'm too tired.
Now it's time for a recap of the past three days. Doesn't that make you happy? Thursday I hung out with Sarah and Anna popped by. It was a good time, what with the sharing of loved show obsessions and being able to talk face to face instead of by e-mail. Sarah is such a good hostess. Yeah for the hanging out! We must do it again.

Friday I went to Chicago with my mom. On the trip there, I was all about the trains. I was very amused by the fact there were no traffic laws that I had to worry about and that everyone had to stop for us. In Chicago, drivers didn't seem to worry about the traffic laws either. I couldn't drive in those conditions. Thank goodness, we took the train. I might have died of an anxiety attack. Being there, surrounded by so many people, reminded me of the fact that I don't like to be surrounded by people. It really helped me to realize the fact that city living is not for me. I like the theory if it, but in practice I would walk around angry and irritable.
We went to the art institute. That was nice. Aside from looking at a lot of classic beautiful paintings I learned that I, in fact, do like modernism, especially Gerhard Richter. Then I bought a lot of postcards of works of art and I have yet to decorate my dorm room with them. We also ate lunch at the museum. It was one of those super-nice restaurants, where everything is all fancy and expensive, but you don't really like the food...or at least I didn't...but I only had one option, mealwise.
After that we hit the Water Tower. I made a big dent money-wise. I love my clothes...until today, when I actually realized how much I have. It took me forever to hang all my clothes up.
The ride home on the train was not as fun...it'd been a long day. Plus, someone kept playing with their cell's ringtones. Very irritating.
After it got dark, I started to question reality. You're probably thinking "huh?" But seriously, the lights were on in the train, so in the forested areas I couldn't see out the windows at all. Pitch black. So, I thought it was like a Disney or amusement park ride, before the big bad happened. You're chugging along in your cart with all the other park goers, then the fun would start. Except with our train, the fun didn't start.
Then my thoughts turned to the fact that I couldn't see, hear, smell, touch, or taste anything from the outside. So, does anything outside the cart exist? I believed so...what with faith...but some people might say no. Some of my philosophy stuck with me.
I also did some thinking about Heaven again. I was just wondering if you'd remember small encounters with other Christians. For example, there was a woman on the train reading Psalms. Will I someday see her in Heaven, recognize her and be able to go "Hey Train Lady! How'd that life end up working out for you?"? Just a thought. It'd be kind of cool.

Finally, today was move in day. It went well. Still doing some finishing touches. Plus we lack carpet. The room isn't feeling completely homey without it.

Went over to Britt's apartment. We ate smores and watched Along Came Polly. I think I'll be calling it an early night.

Facial or Massage?

Well, when given the choice between a facial or a massage, I prefer the facial. I'm just too twitchy and tense to be Yeah-Massage-Girl! Bloody stupid...the enter key isn't working again. I loaded my car up for my move back to MSU, mainly because I'm not sure when I'd be able to pack otherwise. The only problem is that I can barely see anything in the rear view mirror. Plus my dad went into a long speech on how people can steal my stuff. He's always SO reassuring...never a source of stress in my life...her voice....fingers laced with sarcasm. I also did some editing to my story. It'll help a lot...but at the same time it's depressing since it took me 2 hours to do 5 pages. Yeah, another 36 to go! Had good coffee, yum. Work enter key work!

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Spiderman's Moles

Cath and I went to see Spiderman 2 at the IMAX last night. It was nice...but maybe the big screen made the close ups a little to close. I found myself being distracted by bad teeth, stray hairs that didn't quite fit in the person's hairline, and Tobey's moles. Oh how I love him...even when his moles are a foot wide.
It was good to see Cath. I don't think we've had a face-to-face, one-on-one conversation in a very long time.

Well, today I've been a very busy and good girl. I did some packing because I don't think I'll be able to do it later. I have to do some writing and editing stuff for grad schools, but I think I'm going to mix it up a little and go to a cafe. (I am such a wild child) After that, it's hair appointment time.

In other news, my mom's threatening call to the contractor worked. They started construction yesterday.

I also spoke with Holly yesterday. It was nice to hear from her. I was actually quite popular. I got a call from my crazy cousin. She wants to know where I'm going to be living. I'm delaying calling her back. I don't really feel like dealing with her. And the thought of Rose answering the door to her would be scary and possibly explosive. They're at opposite ends of the personality spectrum.

Speaking of Rose, the conflict between our opposing schedules will begin Saturday. She'll be working as a card swiper starting from 11:30 PM-3:30 AM. I may try to sit with her for a half an hour or something.

DVD Fun

There is still a lack of action in my neighborhood.

I did some work on my essays for grad schools, but mainly I've been watching DVDs...4 hours of Buffy. Ohhhhh yeah.

I got to hear my mom yell at the contractor over the phone. She used the "B" word in reference to herself twice. I'm glad she's never that authoritative with me. Eep.

Tomorrow I'm Spiderman bound. I'm thinking I'm going to rewatch the first movie before I go to see the second in IMAX style.

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Lack of Action

Still not much going on here.

Sarah, if you're reading this...let's do our marathon on Thursday, that seems to work well for you...and Monday would be short notice. I'll e-mail you super soon...with my cell phone number.

Have been watching Freaks and Geeks all day. One more disk to finish the series.

Not Sure They've Got Me Pegged

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Home Sweet Home

Moving wasn't too bad. I managed to get my key for my room in McDonel before actually vacating Mason, so I was able to make multiple trips. I have a lot of stuff and it probably wouldn't have been possible to transfer it all in one move. Okay...computer screwiness...the enter key is not working...the last thing I need right now is screwiness...so you don't get to hear about what I did today. I'll just leave you with the knowledge that it really sucks when you're filling out a paper copy of a grad. school application and on the last line, you do a major typo. Reprinting and rewriting must ensue...haven't gotten around to that yet.

Yeah for the Chipmunk!

Victory! I was unwilling to give up on Mr. Chipmunk...so I went back downstairs. first I vainly tried to hold the door open. I then went back to my room to get huge books to hold the door open. Both my French dictionary and thesaurus proved ineffective. If only my dictionary wasn't in Grand Rapids. Unwilling to ask a person for help, thereby cementing my craziness in the minds of others, I took a different approach to ensuring my crazy image and tried to stuff sticks into the doorjam so the door would stay open...only partially effective. Curse the lack of big sticks outside my dorm. Down with woodchips! Up with full sized branches!
At this point, one of the Mason employees came outside, having noticed Mr. Chipmunk, and my craziness he put 2 and 2 together. He went and got me a door jam from the Mason front desk (so that's where you get them!). After that, I only need to chase Mr. Munk one last time until he was as free as a bird. Yeah for success! Yeah for chipmunk freedom!

Forgot to Mention...

P.S. It feels good to be done with French.

Munkchip in Need of Assistance

Considering that I did surprisingly well on the Listening, I'm not going to worry about the French Final. I need 39/120 points to keep my grade. Despite my lack of studying, I think I managed that.

Feel horrible! When I came back to Mason, there was an adorable chipmunk stuck in the stairwell. I discovered the poor baby on the second floor, sitting on a window sill. I considered opening a window for the petrified thing to jump from, but I quickly realized the fall would kill him. So, it ran upstairs as I headed towards my room. It's quite the little jumper. There was no way for me to help it. I hope it finds a way outside.

THOSE Mornings

Can only find one sandle. It's one of THOSE mornings.

Huh, Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Yeah, so, I'm not feeling so prepared for my exam. It's all the verb tenses. There are too many. Stupid conditional, imperfect and subjunctive. I'm a firm believer in just using the present tense in all languages. I hope I still do okay. 45% 45% 45%

This morning I got one of those wonderful MSU e-mails where they like to warn you that you need to give them money or you're no longer a student. Makes me mad. It's not her fault, but my mom tends to think that because she's not actually paying for the school herself, that she doesn't need to do any work on the bills. The MSU bills are her job...they fall under her role as a parent. Perhaps I complicated the situation too much by using online billing. So, I went online, and given my inability to determine whether the bills had been paid or not, I submitted the bill stub. Hey, the computer let me, so I'm calling it all good.

Hard Working Study Machine

Who is not studying? I'm not studying.
Who is having fun? I'm having fun.

To Prepare or not to Prepare, That is the Question

Today we had the listening part of the French fianl. Very bad. One part required that we destinguish between sentences describing the past, present, or desires. It was very not good...and made worse by the fact that burly construction workers were working on the roof again. They haven't worked above us since our last exam. I expect that tomorrow will be the climax of the work team interrupting every test we take. I'm anticipating a foot to punch through the ceiling.

I'm not sure how much studying I'm going to do for the final. It's part of my trying to stress less effort. Why study when I need less the 50% on the final to maintain a 4.0. I need less than 11% to get a 3.5. I love it when hard work pays off.

In a vain attempt to study, I think I'm going to go and watch a movie. Not a French movie mind you, an American one...but maybe I'll set the French subtitles. Just to feel a little productive.

Sigh. I don't want to move on Friday. It's SO much work. I don't want to have to drive home either. I'm lazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy.

Spell checker is not working and I don't feel like editing...sorry for any errors.

Break from Drama

Not much going on here. I took a four hour nap today. It was rough going for the first two hours. Between maintenance people cleaning out empty rooms and construction people talking outside, I was fairly restless. But things got better during hour three of the nap. Sleep was well needed...for some reason I keep waking up at 5:15 in the morning. Very not cool.

So, as of this morning I understood, in theory, that my exam was Thursday and the listening part would be Wednesday. I'm still working on realizing that, yeah, Wednesday is tomorrow. The listening test is manana. I may need to do some studying...or something. Possibly consider typing things in French and not Spanish on occasion.

No new developments with Jorge. Go team friendship.

Confusing Boy

So, I totally followed Cath's tag board advice. When Jorge and I went out to Starbucks today, for the third day in a row, he mentioned once taking a dare to go 40 days and 40 nights without sex. I told him I'd gone 20 years easily. Then I mentioned the waiting for marriage thing. He said he was uncomfortable and not ready to go down that road of conversation. So, instead we talked about underwear, a lot of his history and past relationships...FOR THREE HOURS. Today was WAY more friendship oriented. It even got to the point where I was promising to stage an intervention if he ever wanted to go out with a "pink-loving-blue-eyed-blond-hair girl." So, we went from yesterday, when he was asking how long I wanted us to be friends before we could date, to him talking about the possibility of other girls. Confusing boy. I do have to admit, I prefer the friendship. Easier to deal with.
There's also the fact that I don't think we'd be a good couple...I'm waiting for marriage...he isn't. I never want to get a divorce...he doesn't think a life long relationship is possible. He has his eyebrow pierced. It'd never work.

I think our French oral went well. I only needed him to repeat things twice. Go team! And Jill the TA sent "excellent" when we were done...Jorge swears that she never gives such positive reinforcement.

Ohhh, I think I'm going to watch Love Actually!

Bug That Lightens No More

Accidentally killed a lightening bug. Feel eternally guilty...mainly because it wasn't an accident. I didn't know about the lightening part though. My thought process was something along the lines of "Bug! Ahhhhhh! Must find object hard enough to kill it." Who knew a pad of sticky notes would do the job.
I am clearly zenophobic towards bugs. Even having two entomology classes has not changed my horrible paradigm.

Still have no idea of what to do about Jorge. Perhaps I should tell him I plan to wait for marriage to have sex...that'll send him running in the opposite direction. (Or I could always be mature and explain that I STILL don't want to be in a relationship...but that may be TOO mature for the likes of me)

Apparently "Just Friends" Does NOT Mean Just Friends

Bloody suckiness Batman.

Just came back from another study session with Jorge. Apparently he thinks his "just friends" comment means "friends first." Wah. He thinks that eventually we're going to date. NO! I should have corrected his assumption...but I didn't want to hurt him. I like him as a friend...he's not the kind of guy I could see myself in a relationship with...he is not a Christian, he's a frat guy (whether or not he meets all the stereotypes), he's been arrested on numerous occasions (but apparently all occurrences were before he turned 18), he's WAY more social than I am, he's had a tone of dating experience, and he has brown eyes. If/when I have kids, I want them to have blue eyes. So, genetically speaking, I need to marry a guy with blue eyes...because there's no way I'm having four kids to finally get one with blue eyes.

What to do?! What to do?! I think I'll take my usual approach...Drag out the friendship for as long as possible and hope he eventually falls for another girl. (Please God, let him fall for another girl!)

On the plus side, I think we'll kick butt in our oral interview tomorrow.

Before the Jorge induced freak out, I spent most of my day watching the Monkathon. Quality fun time.

I can not believe that I'll be home in less than a week. And I seriously cannot believe that the Fall session starts in two weeks. Where has the summer gone?

Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb

(Okay, so this post is from last night...but Blogger was being bloody evil and wouldn't post it...the post used to have more italics and better spacing...bloody blogger)

The title for this post is part of a song about mormons. It's from Southpark. Jorge, aka Keg Guy, got it stuck in my head. I may be calling him Jorge from now on, he's evolved from being just a guy who asked me to a party that would have a keg to possibly being an actual friend...one who I've told about some of my secret DVD and book obsessions...that's a pretty big deal...only people I highly trust get to know that stuff. But more on that aspect of my day later.

Time to discuss the GRE and me taking it. I did okay...well enough to meet my standard to not have to take it again. But I was slightly disgruntled...I did better in the math than in the verbal. What on Earth is up with that?! Can we say, unexpected plot twist?! Anyway, I'm going to wait for the official report of my percentile ranking and analytical writing score to actually see if I'm going to take it again.
My main beef with the GRE was that I didn't feel like a lot of my preparation helped. I feel that I totally lost perspective and let that stupid test become more important to me than it should have been. My main problem with all of this is that I don't know how to prevent myself from losing perspective over something else in the future.
My other big issue was that I did not feel good or relieved after the test. I think it was mainly because I was considering taking it again. Badness. It took until today to feel better. What happened to cause the sudden happy feeling? Well, I got a wonderful grad school guide at B&N. With my mom, I looked up all the GRE scores for the schools I want to apply. Mind you, I was looking at the scores for the schools of education (Creative Writing doesn't rate big enough to get its own directory, I guess), but my scores were well above the accepted averages...even at Cornell (the most prestigious of the schools of which I plan to apply). BAM! The good mood hit me. Funnness.

In other news, my parents visited today. I took them to the Chirldren's garden. It was wonderful. I like having parents who appreciate nature. I love being at the garden. All the prettiness reminds me of how good man can truly be. A big deal for me, as I tend to only notice the darker side of human nature. In other good news, the construction on the house is probably going to start next week. About time.

After my parents left, I met Jorge (formerly known as Keg Boy) at Starbucks, where we attempted to study for our French oral exam. We mainly talked in English. I was the guilty party there. Jorge's French kicks butt. It could be because he's taken this class before, the fact that he already speaks 3 languages, or the fact that one of his best friends apparently is French and they only spoke in French while Jorge was in London. I feel like the idiot of French when compared to him. So, I avoided speaking. But, I need to get over it...because I do need to do well on this oral exam. We're going to meet again tomorrow night.

After Starbucks we slacked in Barnes and Nobles. (It was my second time being there today). We spent an hour and a half wandering around...telling our dirty little secrets of DVDs and books we like. Good times.
I then took him to gap and showed him some of the cute sleeping outfits I wanted to buy. It was his fault, he made a sarcastic remark about wanting to know what I sleep in.

At the end of our adventure, he said that he really wanted me to go to the movie A v P with him and Forgetful limpy the other night. (I had managed to back out). He said we have a lot in common and that he wants to hang out with me more as a friend. The mention of the word "friend" made me happy and far more comfortable. So, I told him to give me time...get to know each other slowly...only go to places where we both walk there, etc. Who has trust issues? Me? You don't say. But all is well.

Well, I'm off to slack with my DVDs...and possibly even study a little French...nah.

Circus

Hmmmm, well, it's my day of judgment.

I picked up a number of a circus that is coming to town. Just in case this whole academic thing doesn't work out for me, I can run off with them or maybe they can direct me to the nearest clown college.

Battle Against the Keg

Keg Boy was especially difficult to deal with today. He wouldn't stop talking, he was being especially boy-like and I'm fairly certain he asked me out. Thank goodness you guys gave a bad review of The Village, otherwise I couldn't have escaped his evil plotting.
I'd say he and I need to have a "chat" but I can't picture having a serious conversation with him about why we shouldn't date. On the plus side, I'm glad my conversation with Alan last night made me realize that I still have to do a lot of emotional work on myself before I'm in a position to be in a romantic relationship with anyone. So, if the possibility of a serious conversation with Keg Boy does come up, I have legitimate reasons and answers.
The worst part is that Keg Boy is my partner for the French oral exam, so we're going to have to do some one-on-one studying. I'm not sure how that's going to work.

This is mainly for myself, but feel free to read the following. It's messy, but it's some of the stuff I realized last night. By posting it, I feel I'm taking a step towards being more vulnerable. It's in a smaller font, because I'm still having trouble making said step...and I felt that if it was in a smaller font everyone would be less likely to read it (My head is weird, don't question the strange psychology).

Last night, I realized that I want to be emotionally and psychologically strong and to me, that means not being vulnerable (especially with boys)...thus explaining a lot of my defensive tactics and what is commonly referred to by the majority of my friends as my "hostility." My association between strength and not being vulnerable is a bad assumption and I need to stop relying on it because it also causes me to bottle up emotions. So much so, that I don't even realize I'm feeling that emotion anymore.

Over the past year or so, my bad tendency, unknown to me, has slowly begun to chip away (because of God's work, what not). This caused seemingly insignificant events/comments to trigger an emotional explosion (ie. crying in front of a teacher and over the phone to my dad), leaving me feeling out of control and crazy. I need to reach a point where I am more aware of my emotions and am able to deal with them as they come. I still have a long way to go. But at least now I can understand a little better why I've felt miserable for the last year. The transition from a seemingly unchanging good to apathetic mood to feeling everything else as well is difficult. It'll be a long time before I'm completely emotionally aware.

Disfunction Batman!

Blogger needs to work better. I don't know how this will happen. But I do know there are smart computer people out there who can make it happen. Chop chop.

I had a very good discussion with my friend Alan last night. We share some of the same personality traits, so it's nice that someone gets my craziness.

Well, I'm off to eat Fruit Loops.

Off my Butt

Have finally gotten off my butt and added a site counter. Go technology and go me.

Am about to take my last practice test before the big one on Friday.

That is all...for the moment.

This morning I forgot what time I get up. Bleary eyed, I looked up at the clock. I did some odd math in my head and, with great joy, determined that I had another half an hour to sleep. A minute later, my alarm went off.

Am very tired.

For a not so good time, combine the following.
1. It is necessary that one lives in a dorm room at the end of the hall right under the fire alarm. That way it's extra loud and impossible to ignore when it goes off.
2. An evil prankster pulls the alarm on the day and at the approximate time the dorm has scheduled drills during the regular school year so that people who know the dorm well, will think the buzzing will stop "any minute now" for 5 minutes.
3. The above time coincides with a nice cold drizzle, thereby assuring the discomfort of the people who finally venture outside because the ceaseless buzzing has given them headaches.

The above is not my idea of a good time on a cold rainy night. Thought you all should know.

My plan for today involved going to French than hitting Barnes and Noble for some fun and studying. In my head were images of me with a large coffee, me preparing for the GRE, me reading a good book, nowhere in any of my images was there the expectation of discussing what it feels like to eat a goat's eyeball. But that's what I got.

After French, I told one of the boys of French that we should all have a major study session. I didn't mean today. He did. So, the next thing I know, I'm heading off to B&N with...hmmm, what to call him...let's say...Forgetful Limpy (Because he forgets the names of EVERYONE and he has bad legs...he said he broke them 3 times). So, Forgetful Limpy then asks Keg Boy to join us. I had never thought I'd be heading anywhere with these two. But there we were, in B&N...NOT studying. No, we discussed, different disgusting meats the boys had eaten, baseball, Heaven, Hell, stores to work at, diets, and Hemmingway's daughters. I accomplished nothing and it seems the three of us are going to see Alien v Predator on Friday. How did this happen and how do I get out of it?

I don't want to go anywhere alone with either of them on a Friday night. Keg boy was well named and Forgetful Limpy enjoys alcohol as well. I don't want to depend on either of them for a ride. Wah! Maybe I can use the whole, I'm taking the GRE earlier that day and will be too tired to see what I am certain will be a bad movie excuse/legitimate reason to not go.

Still not much going on. Keg guy is finally back from London. For some reason he wasn't allowed to leave the country for an extra week. Today he taught me that if a girl has a headache, then she MUST be PMSing. I would have told him that he was misinformed, but PMS falls into the category of "not comfortable speaking about this topic with a random boy." Plus, we were supposed to be learning French.
Speaking of that crazy foreign language...my grades are steadily declining. Still good...but not AS good as they were before. At the rate I'm going, I'll really need to study for the oral test and final exam next week.
Day of pain, suffering, and Judgement is Friday.

Not much going on here. I've reverted to my natural state of slacking.

I had a massage on Friday. That was pretty nice. Sorry, I'm not very interesting right now. Try back again later.

One week from today=My day of Judgement.

Thought everyone should know.

A dilemma has entered my life. This morning I was walking to the dorm's caf, when I saw one of the adult dorm employees. (I have no actual idea of what his job entails)

When I used to live in Mason before, he'd always say hi to me. No big deal, but a few weeks ago he randomly told me a weather report (no provocation what so over) But still, no big deal.

Also several weeks ago, he offered me a Starburst. I was tempted, especially since I saw a beloved red one, but I said "no thanks." The cliche "don't take candy from strangers...except on Halloween" has been ingrained well. My parents would be proud.

The majority of my hesitation is caused by the fact that the dude looks scary. We're talking stalker, rapist, killer territory. Think Filch of Harry Potter movie fame...except hair shorter and more brown. Yeah, not causing me to feel immediately comfortable in his presence.
Well, today when I saw him, I avoided eye contact. What can I say, I didn't want to attract his attention to me as I had no need for a weather report.

But he still offered me a container of SweetTarts. But not in the sense of me having any choice. He didn't ask. He just forced the wrapped candy into my path. I could either take it or run my face into his hand. I went with the candy. Avoiding physical contact.
Despite my surprise at the appearance of the candy I said thanks. (Yet again, my parents can be proud)
But now here is the dilemma: Do I eat the candy that was given to me by a man who makes me uncomfortable in the don't be alone with him sense of the word uncomfortable? It's a toughie.

In other news, memories of my experience with the French test yesterday causes me to mutter words like "evil" and "badness Batman." It was made worse by the fact that I repair crew was fixing the roof above the class during the listening part of the exam.
Something screwy has happened during 2/3 of the tests this semester. I can't wait to see what happens during the final.

That is all.

Ah screwiness.

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Now I'll study.

You know, I had big skirt plans this morning. I shaved my legs. (sorry if you didn't want to know that) But, nooooooooooooooooooo! It's raining. And the worst of the worst is that this shaving-in-preparation-of-wearing-the-skirt thing has happened twice now with the one skirt. I've been lead to one of three conclusions: a) God doesn't like the skirt and doesn't want me to
wear it.
b) I need to start checking the weather.
c) A combination of the above.
Now I have to wear jeans and NOBODY will see my hairless legs. *grumbles as she puts on jeans*...not that she was posting in her underwear...and she...I am not suffering from a psychological condition in which I need to speak in the third person, like George (get the reference?).

Well, no more avoidance. I'm off to study for 20 minutes before I take my French test.

Oh, for those of you who call me. It's pronounced "Ma-her-sha-lal-hash-baz."

I probably wouldn't notice if you got it wrong though.

See, I'm studying for French in a way that involves no studying. If that makes sense. (It doesn't)

I rename myself Mahershalalhashbaz. No nicknames allowed.

Ahhh! I went over my 200th post and didn't even notice. I'm a bad blogger.

Quote of the moment:

"So sue me. Sue a tiny little baby, if it'll make you feel better."

~Some commercial, I wasn't paying attention until I heard that quote.

As you can tell, I'm really studying French.

What day is it? Geesh, I feel like today was the length of two normal days.

Not much going on here. Today, I went in search of tooth paste as I realized too late that I was desperately low and lacked a replacement tube. It sounds cheap, but I hate having to pay for it, as my dad usually can get some for nothing.
Be impressed! Today I walked through both Urban Outfitters and Gap and bought nothing expect one small specific wallet that I wanted from Urban. I was very good.

I just spent 7 minutes talking to a machine. I needed to change the address that my Gap bill will go to . It was a long and complicated process, but only because I made it one. I'll check online in a few days to make sure Gap has it right now. I'll be happy when all this moving is finally done and I can stick in one place for more than 9 or 10 months.

Sigh. Test Wednesday. Need to study French.

Curse my legs' inability to tan!

I am a bad bad girl. Hee hee hee.

Not only did I exhaust $200 worth in birthday gift certificates...I spent more. It all started with a pair of shorts that was on sale for $9. Then things, as the often do with me, escalated. But, let's all be impressed. I had those gift certificates burning in my wallet for about 2 weeks and I did nothing. I must have walked past Gap 10 times without going in. Keep in mind that I have a history of spending gift certificates the same day they're given to me. See I'm growing. ;)

I also bought 3 books.

I'm now going to sit outside in my new shorts and attempt to tan my legs enough so they won't be associated with the words "pasty" and "white."

My very British name is Chelsea Callaghan.
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It's been a bad couple of days, but the evil smog is finally clearing. If you really want to know what is going on, give me a call. I'm always willing to rant.

Not much going on today. I'm going to hit a cafe or bookstore and do some reading, GRE prep, and studying.