Jim Croce, Stravinsky, etc... So Begins Winter Semester 2005!
I'll start off by saying that I feel so much better now that I have been feeling lately!
I woke up today in barely enough time to get ready for class at 1 PM. When I got there a couple of minutes early, people were lined up outside. We waited for a bit, when one guy when downstairs and asked if we were having lab today. We all listened carefully, and when they said there was no lab, we all started to walk down the steps simultaneously. Funny if you were there, boring if you just hear about it.
I was starving, so I went to Brady to eat before my class at 2. I ran into Jack. He kept me company while I ate, because he's a sweetheart like that. I realized today that Jack has the most resilient and positive personality of anyone I know. When I saw him, I immediately felt better about myself from all the positive energy he projects. I thought about what I have been doing to myself. I wish I could put Jack in a bottle and carry him around everywhere. Sounds like a Jim Croce song gone wrong.
Jack walked me to class. My heart was warmed. My bottled water, still frozen, however.
The class was mind-numbingly boring. The professor seemed like a nice guy. He was an intelligent guy. I'm sure the class will be interesting. But he went over the entire syllabus and gave a summary of each class and what we'd learn that day. It almost makes me feel like I don't need to go to that class now. But really, I'm going to not hate the class. We have a twenty page ethnography that we'll be doing by the end of the semester, which is more work than I want to do. He calls thirty plus pages a day 'light reading.' Plus, the class is a 75-minute slot, which is what I hate most, coupled with the fact that it's in GCB, which is the building that I hate most (because the plain, white walls make me nervous). The class is also in the same room that I had Logics in last semester, so it confuses the crap out of me. When we talked about ethics, I thought it was my ethics class. When I looked around, I recognized people from other classes. But I don't really know them. Argh... enough of the class description madness.
I bought my text books, all but one which won't be in till tomorrow. The check-out line was deceptively wrapped around where you couldn't see how long it actually was. I get to go through it again tomorrow!
As I was walking back to my car, Micheal called right as I was thinking he should be calling. I offered to take him to the mall so we could talk. We didn't go to the mall. We didn't go to Artisan, either, as I first suggested. We drove by, but in the end I dropped him back at his dorm because he wasn't feeling well.
I got home and felt probably the worst I have all day. I wanted to do homework, but I felt alone and without a will to do much but sleep. Micheal asked if I wanted to go to Artisan after all to do homework, and I agreed, but only if we could eat first. I left my apartment as fast as I got there, it seemed. I stopped feeling so bad.
Micheal and I went to Long John Silver's. The food always makes me feel gross afterward. I didn't feel so gross this time, though. Micheal and I talked about how neither of us were happy.
We then went to the Artisan. We both did homework. Micheal was done very quickly, but mine dragged on, and on, and on... I read everything that was assigned in my first class already! I'm so proud.
While at the Artisan, we ran into lots of people. Dustin came in first. I didn't know people actually read my LJ. It's nice and weird in a way to be able to have an understanding that someone knows what's been going on in your life. On the one hand, you're able to talk about so much more. On the other, you still want to say, "Guess what happened to me!" but you can't.
Kristen, Charlie, Kelly, Paul, and 'Monster' all came in around 7:30. They sat near us after huddling around for a bit. They are nice kids.
Melissa came in later, while I was on the phone with Sizzlin'. Then Meagan from our same anthro class and another girl, Macy, came to meet Melissa. I told Meagan that I always thought she was so pretty, which I knew would probably be weird, but she seemed to enjoy getting the compliment. She is beautiful!
Micheal read his chat with Josh to me. I couldn't believe the way he stood up for himself. I was proud of him. Josh doesn't deserve someone like Micheal! Micheal is way too good of a person to be used and then abused, especially for a comment that I made. My suspicions were confirmed today, through several modes, that Josh only cares about what will please Josh best.
At some point, I talked to Tiff tonight. It was nice to talk to her again, after being in a funk all week. Tiff and I get like that, though. We have our tension. We're like a Stravinsky piece, with dissonance that resolves and forms and tension that mounts and sexual tension and mounting and making out. Okay, the last part wasn't true. But still, Tiff and I are like a Stravinsky piece...
I rubbed Micheal's head a lot at the Artisan. I really care for Micheal. When I finally finished my reading, which took forever, as we were leaving, I think we both knew that Micheal would stay the night at my place and rightly so. There's no one I'd rather be holding tonight than him. Except maybe Damien Rice. But that's only because I'm a freak.
I played 'I Remember' for Micheal on the way back to my place. Not because I thought the song had any relevance, just because the tune was in my head and I wanted him to hear how beautiful it was. But then, listening to the words, I realized how apropos the song really was to our situation. However, I forgot about the second half of the song, the half that's actually sung by Damien and not the female back-up singer. (I thought it was kinda funny that a back-up singer would sing the entire song solo.) I actually thought until just now that the second half was actually another song altogether. It's pretty angry, but still apropos. (Oops, I used apropos multiple times in the same paragraph. I'm lame.)
I talked to Brittany on the phone tonight. She finally got in touch with Ryan. He's in a hotel in LA. He doesn't know how he got there or how his shoes and computer got stolen. Brittany said he sounded like he was messed up on drugs. She said he was going to find a way here, even if he had to walk. Apparently, his parents think he's in Missouri. Poor guy. I worry for Brittany, because I know what it's like to care about someone so much and worry about them.
Micheal is asleep on my couch now. I'll wake him as soon as I'm ready for bed. Which will be soon! 8 AM class tomorrow!
I'm grateful for:
1. Jack.
2. Everything working out with Micheal.
3. Everything working out with Tiffany.
4. Running into friends at the artisan.
5. Not having lab today.
6. Knowing I'm on top of homework already.
7. The Cambridge.
8. Knowing that people care.
9. Feeling good again.
10. Knitting, because I look forward to doing it when I have free time now.
11. Anbesol.
12. Feeling sleepy without needing pills.
I woke up today in barely enough time to get ready for class at 1 PM. When I got there a couple of minutes early, people were lined up outside. We waited for a bit, when one guy when downstairs and asked if we were having lab today. We all listened carefully, and when they said there was no lab, we all started to walk down the steps simultaneously. Funny if you were there, boring if you just hear about it.
I was starving, so I went to Brady to eat before my class at 2. I ran into Jack. He kept me company while I ate, because he's a sweetheart like that. I realized today that Jack has the most resilient and positive personality of anyone I know. When I saw him, I immediately felt better about myself from all the positive energy he projects. I thought about what I have been doing to myself. I wish I could put Jack in a bottle and carry him around everywhere. Sounds like a Jim Croce song gone wrong.
Jack walked me to class. My heart was warmed. My bottled water, still frozen, however.
The class was mind-numbingly boring. The professor seemed like a nice guy. He was an intelligent guy. I'm sure the class will be interesting. But he went over the entire syllabus and gave a summary of each class and what we'd learn that day. It almost makes me feel like I don't need to go to that class now. But really, I'm going to not hate the class. We have a twenty page ethnography that we'll be doing by the end of the semester, which is more work than I want to do. He calls thirty plus pages a day 'light reading.' Plus, the class is a 75-minute slot, which is what I hate most, coupled with the fact that it's in GCB, which is the building that I hate most (because the plain, white walls make me nervous). The class is also in the same room that I had Logics in last semester, so it confuses the crap out of me. When we talked about ethics, I thought it was my ethics class. When I looked around, I recognized people from other classes. But I don't really know them. Argh... enough of the class description madness.
I bought my text books, all but one which won't be in till tomorrow. The check-out line was deceptively wrapped around where you couldn't see how long it actually was. I get to go through it again tomorrow!
As I was walking back to my car, Micheal called right as I was thinking he should be calling. I offered to take him to the mall so we could talk. We didn't go to the mall. We didn't go to Artisan, either, as I first suggested. We drove by, but in the end I dropped him back at his dorm because he wasn't feeling well.
I got home and felt probably the worst I have all day. I wanted to do homework, but I felt alone and without a will to do much but sleep. Micheal asked if I wanted to go to Artisan after all to do homework, and I agreed, but only if we could eat first. I left my apartment as fast as I got there, it seemed. I stopped feeling so bad.
Micheal and I went to Long John Silver's. The food always makes me feel gross afterward. I didn't feel so gross this time, though. Micheal and I talked about how neither of us were happy.
We then went to the Artisan. We both did homework. Micheal was done very quickly, but mine dragged on, and on, and on... I read everything that was assigned in my first class already! I'm so proud.
While at the Artisan, we ran into lots of people. Dustin came in first. I didn't know people actually read my LJ. It's nice and weird in a way to be able to have an understanding that someone knows what's been going on in your life. On the one hand, you're able to talk about so much more. On the other, you still want to say, "Guess what happened to me!" but you can't.
Kristen, Charlie, Kelly, Paul, and 'Monster' all came in around 7:30. They sat near us after huddling around for a bit. They are nice kids.
Melissa came in later, while I was on the phone with Sizzlin'. Then Meagan from our same anthro class and another girl, Macy, came to meet Melissa. I told Meagan that I always thought she was so pretty, which I knew would probably be weird, but she seemed to enjoy getting the compliment. She is beautiful!
Micheal read his chat with Josh to me. I couldn't believe the way he stood up for himself. I was proud of him. Josh doesn't deserve someone like Micheal! Micheal is way too good of a person to be used and then abused, especially for a comment that I made. My suspicions were confirmed today, through several modes, that Josh only cares about what will please Josh best.
At some point, I talked to Tiff tonight. It was nice to talk to her again, after being in a funk all week. Tiff and I get like that, though. We have our tension. We're like a Stravinsky piece, with dissonance that resolves and forms and tension that mounts and sexual tension and mounting and making out. Okay, the last part wasn't true. But still, Tiff and I are like a Stravinsky piece...
I rubbed Micheal's head a lot at the Artisan. I really care for Micheal. When I finally finished my reading, which took forever, as we were leaving, I think we both knew that Micheal would stay the night at my place and rightly so. There's no one I'd rather be holding tonight than him. Except maybe Damien Rice. But that's only because I'm a freak.
I played 'I Remember' for Micheal on the way back to my place. Not because I thought the song had any relevance, just because the tune was in my head and I wanted him to hear how beautiful it was. But then, listening to the words, I realized how apropos the song really was to our situation. However, I forgot about the second half of the song, the half that's actually sung by Damien and not the female back-up singer. (I thought it was kinda funny that a back-up singer would sing the entire song solo.) I actually thought until just now that the second half was actually another song altogether. It's pretty angry, but still apropos. (Oops, I used apropos multiple times in the same paragraph. I'm lame.)
I talked to Brittany on the phone tonight. She finally got in touch with Ryan. He's in a hotel in LA. He doesn't know how he got there or how his shoes and computer got stolen. Brittany said he sounded like he was messed up on drugs. She said he was going to find a way here, even if he had to walk. Apparently, his parents think he's in Missouri. Poor guy. I worry for Brittany, because I know what it's like to care about someone so much and worry about them.
Micheal is asleep on my couch now. I'll wake him as soon as I'm ready for bed. Which will be soon! 8 AM class tomorrow!
I'm grateful for:
1. Jack.
2. Everything working out with Micheal.
3. Everything working out with Tiffany.
4. Running into friends at the artisan.
5. Not having lab today.
6. Knowing I'm on top of homework already.
7. The Cambridge.
8. Knowing that people care.
9. Feeling good again.
10. Knitting, because I look forward to doing it when I have free time now.
11. Anbesol.
12. Feeling sleepy without needing pills.