Angela's journal, 09/12
It's Monday. I can't decide whether I'm anticipating or dreading this week. Maybe both? There should be a word for that.
I did end up at Logan's party Saturday. Talked to Sheldon and to Zero. I had a good time, but probably not as good a time as the people who were getting drunk and randomly hooking up. (Which was, like, everyone. I think I'm the only virgin left at this school.) I don't know -- maybe I should just get over this fear I have of instant drunkenness and really bad things happening and try to let go. I just keep picturing Rayanne and Jordan, and I stop after one beer.
Sunday was pretty quiet. I tried to work on my Journalism 301 homework -- it's just 200 words, but I don't know what to write about -- and then went into town to see "March of the Penguins."
Baby penguins don't see their parents, ever, after they're a few months old. They just have to figure out their own penguiny way through the world.
I can't decide whether that would be a good thing or not.
I did end up at Logan's party Saturday. Talked to Sheldon and to Zero. I had a good time, but probably not as good a time as the people who were getting drunk and randomly hooking up. (Which was, like, everyone. I think I'm the only virgin left at this school.) I don't know -- maybe I should just get over this fear I have of instant drunkenness and really bad things happening and try to let go. I just keep picturing Rayanne and Jordan, and I stop after one beer.
Sunday was pretty quiet. I tried to work on my Journalism 301 homework -- it's just 200 words, but I don't know what to write about -- and then went into town to see "March of the Penguins."
Baby penguins don't see their parents, ever, after they're a few months old. They just have to figure out their own penguiny way through the world.
I can't decide whether that would be a good thing or not.