This has been one weird week...
It's the end of November already and I have just two weeks left in my first semester here at the UofA before finals. I still don't feel comfortable here and, perhaps even weirder, I don't feel like I am in AZ most of the time. Every once in a while I get hit with the fact I am 2,500 miles away from everything...when I see one of the famous Tucson sunsets, or when I notice the palm trees and mountains, or see people in the pool on Thanksgiving. But most of the time I feel like I am in NY still and because there is no real change in seasons here, it still feels like September or October. So I don't know where the semester went or how I will get all my junk done in the next two weeks, but I do know I will be home soon and I almost think I would rather stay here.
I miss my family and can't wait to see my friends that are home, but I think 3 weeks in Syracuse will depress the hell out of me. I don't know many people at home any more and though it bothered me before, this is the first break I don't have Mike or Matt to hang out with everyday. So it's me...and me with no car, so me at home. I think 3 weeks will be just enough time for me to get away from school, relax, get bored, and go crazy enough to actually look forward to being back in Tucson. I really am not looking forward to being home. I am lonely as hell here, but at least I understand why and I am starting to get used to it. Being even more lonely at home during my least favorite holiday will be pretty rough. :-(
I don't belong in Tucson and I don't know if I even belong at the UofA. I plan to stick it out this year and hope that things get better (especially at the lab, where I am seriously contemplating quitting because I hate it there so much) but I don't know. I have had a really weird week. Each day has been kind of okay, but looking back at the whole week makes me pretty sad. I guess thats why I don't write so much here, I'd really rather forget stuff than write it down. But, its been a while and I need to clear my head, so here goes...
Last Friday Quinn defended his thesis and after the RSG group meeting we had a "party" at O'Malley's. It was just before happy hour and the place was dead. Everyone sat at a long table and was pretty much able to talk to only the people next to them, which for me was Quinn's wife, Caitlin, and Cat. Quinn's wife brought up random things she had heard about Caitlin and I in an attempt to make conversation, but it made things very very awkward, especially when the last time I had seen her was right after Matt and I's breakup so thats what she chose to talk about. Nice. Cat was there complaining the whole time and being phony to the point where it made me sick. Caitlin and I left early (I thought the "party" sucked but I felt bad stealing Caitlin anyway) and headed to her house. It was 7pm. Yeah, woo, what a party.
We decided to hit the mall and the movies, for lack of anything better to do as Caitlin isn't 21 yet and for some reason you have to be 21 in Tucson to get in anywhere besides those places at night. Caitlin and her sister, Monica, had planned a girls' night out that weekend and were getting all dressed up to go out. I left all my dresses in NY so Caitlin and I went in search of something for me to wear. I bought two dresses (stupid Dillard's and their clearance sales) but only one was dinner-worthy. While we were in the store one of Caitlin's friends called and Caitlin invited her to girls' night out, shouting loudly into her cellphone, "Yeah, we're being total LOSERS and dressing up to go out, just us girls." We got some funny looks and the lady behind the register cheered and said that dressing up to go out with the girls is the best idea and that we don't need men anyway. Yeah, go team.
After a repeat-viewing of "Garden State" we went to Applebee's for dessert and had our usual "ideal boyfriend" conversation, complete with ex-bashing. It sounds stupid, but it was so fun. It felt really good to get some of that stuff of my chest and to be able to laugh about it. The hot apple pie alamode didn't hurt either. :-P
Saturday I got stuck at RSG but didn't get anything accomplished, partly because Jason and I actually had a real conversation and partly because I was baffled by the care package from Matt I had received that morning. Matt kept texting me about this care package he sent me all week. He called me Thursday and I still hadn't gotten it so I said I thought either he had intended to send one and didn't or sent it really cheap mail, but either way I didn't want it anyway. He pulled a Beckett and said, "You should have gotten it by now. It cost me 28 fucking dollars to send!" Nice, now I really don't want it.
So first thing in the morning I go to the office and there is a HUGE 3'x3'x1' box waiting for me. I bring it back to my apartment and open it, only to find thousands of styrofoam popocorn things surrounding a much smaller picture frame box. Okay, so they repacked the frame box in styrofoam popcorn but Matt hadn't put anything in with the frame, so the frame had bounced around and hit the box and broken a bunch of times. I told you he was smart. So anyway, I open the box to find a HUGE plastic mess. It was a plastic diamond base with ten of those little plastic frames where you slide the picture between the two thin pieces of plastic (like they have for dessert menus). Most of the pictures had fallen out but I was able to figure out where they went and put it back together. I stepped back and looked at it, and was just confused. There were 6 pictures, and I could find a connection between me and the 4 I was not actually in. There was a picture of Matt and his cousin Kevin standing in front of a fountain in Vegas, a blurry picture of Haley Matt and I had decided was not photo album worthy, and front and center...a picture of a bulldozer. Okay, I'm confused. Perhaps just as funny was the drawings he included. Where there were not pictures in the broken plastic things there were drawings on the back of the pictures that had come in the frame originally (you know, the couple walking on the beach holding hands, the couple hugging by the sunset, that kind of crap). There was "LOVE" and a heart on a branch, a picture of a fairy flying over some flowers he had printed on his computer, and a picture of a blue heart with "BLUE HEAATS" written underneath it. Wow. I was speechless.
At RSG he texted me to say hello and I texted back "Got your package. Ummm...thanks I think." to which his reply was "I'm so glad you loved it! I was hoping you could put it up in your office when you get one..." WOW. Okay, so what would you think if you got that??? Not only is it lame to send someone a picture frame with pics of you and them after you broke up (especially if those pics are the exact same ones she gave you for your anniversary) but what the hell is up with rest?
Saturday evening I went over to Caitlin's to get ready for our girls' night out. Her, Monica, and I hung out and were lame girls until we headed out to dinner. "Dinner" ended up being the Olive Garden and "girls" ended up being us three and Caitlin's friend Annie, who wore jeans and a t-shirt. Dinner was fun...our waiter was a goof and we spent the whole time telling stories and picking on eachother. I don't think I had laughed that hard since I got here. Annie left and the three of us went out for dessert before calling it a night. I got back to my apartment pretty late and was trying to carry all my stuff back when a HUGE dog that was sitting in front of my door growled and lunged at me. I screamed and dropped everything, including my leftovers from dinner all over my leg. Yeah, try fending off a dog when you smell like chicken.
Sunday I did homework all day and actually ended up at Brit's house to have dinner with her and Wes. I had vowed to never do homework with them again but figured this time might be different as they had both actually spent some time on it this time and didn't expect me to have it done and give them all my answers. I was wrong though...they had work done but were really rude and insulting. I damn near lost it but was able to keep my cool until I got in my car. Grr, I can't stand them.
Monday after work (and a forced heart-to-heart with Jason) Caitlin and I went to dinner and discussed the whole work situation. I felt a little better, but still want to quit. I started some of my research for my giant Radiometry term paper but all in all had a pretty uneventful day.
Tuesday I went into work early to try to learn the ASTER stuff Quinn has been working on (apparently I am taking over his job when he graduates). We had our weekly group lunch at Wendy's and Kurt (my boss) was so embarrassing and inappropriate I lost what little remaining respect I had for him. I hate him. I came back into work that evening to meet Erin for dinner and caught the tail-end of Kurt talking about how much he hates 509 (his class that I am in next semester) and is going to be as dull and unprepared as possible because he doesn't care any more. Awesome.
Erin and I went to dinner and the WHOLE time she went on and on about her crush Kelly (he lives in Fresno and is apparently unattainable) and how she feels she must have some trait that makes her intimidating and keeps her from having a boyfriend. She continued to analyze every part of herself, physical, mental, emotional, everything...and ask me why I thought she was dateless. Okay, I love Erin, but that conversation was one of the most painful I have ever sat through. We got back to RSG really late to find Jason there and we all sat around and complained about the opposite sex and the people we have met that we thought would be cool but turned out to be jerks. I couldn't believe I drove in for this. I decided to leave and after Jason was a total ass to me in the parking lot he called me and apologized for how he has been to me since we met and gave me his strategy for how I am going to present my work at the next group meeting and how he is going to help.
Did you ever see "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken" with the diving horses? I feel like we are Sonora and Al, when Sonora gets to the show the boss hates her and doesn't give her a chance to prove herself, Al feels bad and decides to get up at the crack of dawn and help Sonora train the new wild horse so she can ride him in front of the boss at practice, like she had broken him herself. Yeah, so something like that only horse training has been replaced with setting up radiometers and Al has been replaced by an asshole that not only do I not like, but whom I also do not trust. Yay, its an RSG pity party. So I present my program (or the pieces that are working) Friday and if Kurt is an asshole I give up. Haha, and its just before the "RSG Holiday Party." Awesome. Someone shoot me.
Wednesday after work I braved the grocery store to get some last minute stuff for dinner at Damon's. (I passed on the invite to Caitlin's house as I would feel weird being the only non-family member there and I think being with someone else's family on my first Thanksgiving away from home would make me sad.) I made my semi-famous chocolate cream pie and then Damon picked me up to go watch the basketball game at Chuy's. We met Kenny there and I was stuck as one of the boys for the night, watching basketball over beer and hot wings as I hear Kenny complain about his girlfriend. Or at least I felt like one of the guys until Damon made his few quotes of the evening...I was talking about the coffee house where I go to study a lot and how I don't go alone because there is something about a girl sitting alone that stands as an invite for creeps who feel the need to come keep her company. I said I usually just pretend I am Deaf but because there are Deaf people at the coffee shop I can't do that. Damon laghed and said, "You're beind deaf wouldn't stop me, I am persistant. I would be like, 'Sweet, you're deaf? Does that mean we don't have to talk on the phone?'" :-) That was nicer than his other quote as we left Chuy's (The Wildcats SUCKED and won by 1 point with 0.1 seconds left on the clock) and were deciding what to do. Kenny wanted to go out, Damon wanted to stay in and asked me, "So do you want to watch a movie or just go to bed?...Or both?" He grinned and I figured he was kidding, but now I just think he is sketchy.
We went to Blockbuster where Damon picked out the most depressing movie EVER, "Born on the 4th of July." Oh man, I couldn't sit through it. Somehow I made it through, but it was a very awkward evening. We were at Kenny's place and his girlfriend kept calling to bitch at him so he kept leaving to talk in his room, leaving me and Damon alone in silence with the most depressing movie ever on. I wasn't comfortable and felt bad about getting Kenny in trouble so I didn't have a good time at all. It was a weird night. Before the movie Kenny popped in a tape of him rock climbing a few years ago. You see him struggling (his first time with no harness) and you hear his friend encouraging him and trying to keep him calm...and then you see Kenny fall, 50 feet, and hear "OH SHIT!" as the camera goes off. Kenny then brought out his pictures of him in the hospital with his jaw wired shut and all the surgeries he had. Crazy. But also...what a weird thing to bring out when you are hanging out. Damon and I left while Kenny was being yelled at in his bedroom and had one quiet ride home.
Yesterday was my first Thanksgiving away from home EVER. I went over to Damon's and helped cooking (though I was not allowed to do much because Damon went to culinary arts school and knew better than I about Thanksgiving dinner). It started as me, Kenny, Damon, and Damon's friend Jolene...but it grew to a larger and weirder crowd as the day went on. Jolene was okay...she and I talked a lot about stupid girl stuff but she got really weird and quiet after dinner. Kenny left right after dinner (and explaining his love life to Jolene using different pieces of the table setting to represent different people) to go to Jen's. Two guys, CJ and JJ, came over to eat, watch football, and ignore everyone and another girl, Maylin, and her dad came over for dessert and left. Damon and Jolene made plans to see "Alexander" and hang out and I wasn't invited so I kind of caught on to where I stood after that. I got ready to leave and had some trouble backing out of Damon's driveway (I had to move my car up to the side of the house and had to back out without hitting the other cars that were parked all crappily, all the while avoiding the cactus bordering the driveway and the steep (tho invisible from my location) 4-foot drop-off on the side of the driveway. Jolene came out and directed me out, and I was soooo completely embarrassed. I felt so stupid.
I came back here around 4pm and did nothing all day. I just kind of hung out and watched movies. I was going to call Caitlin, but I knew she was a little upset about my declining the invite to her house for dinner so I decided against it. I wanted to call home, but figured Uncle Jim was still there and I didn't want to interrupt. Enter hours of nothing. I was too lazy and sad to start my paper so I just hung out. It was nice to take some time to relax and do nothing, but not so much when I have tons to do.
Today I had good intentions of getting up early and going to the library but there is a football game on campus so there is no parking anywhere. I cleaned up my apartment and caught up on my emails and now I am just sitting here procrastinating. I am going to go back into RSG today to get some work done and try to start my paper tonight. Caitlin is at the Grand Canyon with her sister for the weekend, Damon is in Mexico with Ben, Erin is home, and though tonight is game night (UofA vs. Wake Forest, we are so dead) I don't think Kenny will call just me to go to Chuy's. Sooo....back to the exciting RIT tradition of Friday nights at the apartment. Matt said he might call me (he's texted me and left voice mail every other day for a week, with no reply) and I kind of want to talk to him, but its useless because there is nothing to talk about. So...this sucks.
Here's hoping this weekend improves, or at least that I can stop feeling like this and can get some stuff done. Hope all's well and that everyone had a nice holiday. :-)
I miss my family and can't wait to see my friends that are home, but I think 3 weeks in Syracuse will depress the hell out of me. I don't know many people at home any more and though it bothered me before, this is the first break I don't have Mike or Matt to hang out with everyday. So it's me...and me with no car, so me at home. I think 3 weeks will be just enough time for me to get away from school, relax, get bored, and go crazy enough to actually look forward to being back in Tucson. I really am not looking forward to being home. I am lonely as hell here, but at least I understand why and I am starting to get used to it. Being even more lonely at home during my least favorite holiday will be pretty rough. :-(
I don't belong in Tucson and I don't know if I even belong at the UofA. I plan to stick it out this year and hope that things get better (especially at the lab, where I am seriously contemplating quitting because I hate it there so much) but I don't know. I have had a really weird week. Each day has been kind of okay, but looking back at the whole week makes me pretty sad. I guess thats why I don't write so much here, I'd really rather forget stuff than write it down. But, its been a while and I need to clear my head, so here goes...
Last Friday Quinn defended his thesis and after the RSG group meeting we had a "party" at O'Malley's. It was just before happy hour and the place was dead. Everyone sat at a long table and was pretty much able to talk to only the people next to them, which for me was Quinn's wife, Caitlin, and Cat. Quinn's wife brought up random things she had heard about Caitlin and I in an attempt to make conversation, but it made things very very awkward, especially when the last time I had seen her was right after Matt and I's breakup so thats what she chose to talk about. Nice. Cat was there complaining the whole time and being phony to the point where it made me sick. Caitlin and I left early (I thought the "party" sucked but I felt bad stealing Caitlin anyway) and headed to her house. It was 7pm. Yeah, woo, what a party.
We decided to hit the mall and the movies, for lack of anything better to do as Caitlin isn't 21 yet and for some reason you have to be 21 in Tucson to get in anywhere besides those places at night. Caitlin and her sister, Monica, had planned a girls' night out that weekend and were getting all dressed up to go out. I left all my dresses in NY so Caitlin and I went in search of something for me to wear. I bought two dresses (stupid Dillard's and their clearance sales) but only one was dinner-worthy. While we were in the store one of Caitlin's friends called and Caitlin invited her to girls' night out, shouting loudly into her cellphone, "Yeah, we're being total LOSERS and dressing up to go out, just us girls." We got some funny looks and the lady behind the register cheered and said that dressing up to go out with the girls is the best idea and that we don't need men anyway. Yeah, go team.
After a repeat-viewing of "Garden State" we went to Applebee's for dessert and had our usual "ideal boyfriend" conversation, complete with ex-bashing. It sounds stupid, but it was so fun. It felt really good to get some of that stuff of my chest and to be able to laugh about it. The hot apple pie alamode didn't hurt either. :-P
Saturday I got stuck at RSG but didn't get anything accomplished, partly because Jason and I actually had a real conversation and partly because I was baffled by the care package from Matt I had received that morning. Matt kept texting me about this care package he sent me all week. He called me Thursday and I still hadn't gotten it so I said I thought either he had intended to send one and didn't or sent it really cheap mail, but either way I didn't want it anyway. He pulled a Beckett and said, "You should have gotten it by now. It cost me 28 fucking dollars to send!" Nice, now I really don't want it.
So first thing in the morning I go to the office and there is a HUGE 3'x3'x1' box waiting for me. I bring it back to my apartment and open it, only to find thousands of styrofoam popocorn things surrounding a much smaller picture frame box. Okay, so they repacked the frame box in styrofoam popcorn but Matt hadn't put anything in with the frame, so the frame had bounced around and hit the box and broken a bunch of times. I told you he was smart. So anyway, I open the box to find a HUGE plastic mess. It was a plastic diamond base with ten of those little plastic frames where you slide the picture between the two thin pieces of plastic (like they have for dessert menus). Most of the pictures had fallen out but I was able to figure out where they went and put it back together. I stepped back and looked at it, and was just confused. There were 6 pictures, and I could find a connection between me and the 4 I was not actually in. There was a picture of Matt and his cousin Kevin standing in front of a fountain in Vegas, a blurry picture of Haley Matt and I had decided was not photo album worthy, and front and center...a picture of a bulldozer. Okay, I'm confused. Perhaps just as funny was the drawings he included. Where there were not pictures in the broken plastic things there were drawings on the back of the pictures that had come in the frame originally (you know, the couple walking on the beach holding hands, the couple hugging by the sunset, that kind of crap). There was "LOVE" and a heart on a branch, a picture of a fairy flying over some flowers he had printed on his computer, and a picture of a blue heart with "BLUE HEAATS" written underneath it. Wow. I was speechless.
At RSG he texted me to say hello and I texted back "Got your package. Ummm...thanks I think." to which his reply was "I'm so glad you loved it! I was hoping you could put it up in your office when you get one..." WOW. Okay, so what would you think if you got that??? Not only is it lame to send someone a picture frame with pics of you and them after you broke up (especially if those pics are the exact same ones she gave you for your anniversary) but what the hell is up with rest?
Saturday evening I went over to Caitlin's to get ready for our girls' night out. Her, Monica, and I hung out and were lame girls until we headed out to dinner. "Dinner" ended up being the Olive Garden and "girls" ended up being us three and Caitlin's friend Annie, who wore jeans and a t-shirt. Dinner was fun...our waiter was a goof and we spent the whole time telling stories and picking on eachother. I don't think I had laughed that hard since I got here. Annie left and the three of us went out for dessert before calling it a night. I got back to my apartment pretty late and was trying to carry all my stuff back when a HUGE dog that was sitting in front of my door growled and lunged at me. I screamed and dropped everything, including my leftovers from dinner all over my leg. Yeah, try fending off a dog when you smell like chicken.
Sunday I did homework all day and actually ended up at Brit's house to have dinner with her and Wes. I had vowed to never do homework with them again but figured this time might be different as they had both actually spent some time on it this time and didn't expect me to have it done and give them all my answers. I was wrong though...they had work done but were really rude and insulting. I damn near lost it but was able to keep my cool until I got in my car. Grr, I can't stand them.
Monday after work (and a forced heart-to-heart with Jason) Caitlin and I went to dinner and discussed the whole work situation. I felt a little better, but still want to quit. I started some of my research for my giant Radiometry term paper but all in all had a pretty uneventful day.
Tuesday I went into work early to try to learn the ASTER stuff Quinn has been working on (apparently I am taking over his job when he graduates). We had our weekly group lunch at Wendy's and Kurt (my boss) was so embarrassing and inappropriate I lost what little remaining respect I had for him. I hate him. I came back into work that evening to meet Erin for dinner and caught the tail-end of Kurt talking about how much he hates 509 (his class that I am in next semester) and is going to be as dull and unprepared as possible because he doesn't care any more. Awesome.
Erin and I went to dinner and the WHOLE time she went on and on about her crush Kelly (he lives in Fresno and is apparently unattainable) and how she feels she must have some trait that makes her intimidating and keeps her from having a boyfriend. She continued to analyze every part of herself, physical, mental, emotional, everything...and ask me why I thought she was dateless. Okay, I love Erin, but that conversation was one of the most painful I have ever sat through. We got back to RSG really late to find Jason there and we all sat around and complained about the opposite sex and the people we have met that we thought would be cool but turned out to be jerks. I couldn't believe I drove in for this. I decided to leave and after Jason was a total ass to me in the parking lot he called me and apologized for how he has been to me since we met and gave me his strategy for how I am going to present my work at the next group meeting and how he is going to help.
Did you ever see "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken" with the diving horses? I feel like we are Sonora and Al, when Sonora gets to the show the boss hates her and doesn't give her a chance to prove herself, Al feels bad and decides to get up at the crack of dawn and help Sonora train the new wild horse so she can ride him in front of the boss at practice, like she had broken him herself. Yeah, so something like that only horse training has been replaced with setting up radiometers and Al has been replaced by an asshole that not only do I not like, but whom I also do not trust. Yay, its an RSG pity party. So I present my program (or the pieces that are working) Friday and if Kurt is an asshole I give up. Haha, and its just before the "RSG Holiday Party." Awesome. Someone shoot me.
Wednesday after work I braved the grocery store to get some last minute stuff for dinner at Damon's. (I passed on the invite to Caitlin's house as I would feel weird being the only non-family member there and I think being with someone else's family on my first Thanksgiving away from home would make me sad.) I made my semi-famous chocolate cream pie and then Damon picked me up to go watch the basketball game at Chuy's. We met Kenny there and I was stuck as one of the boys for the night, watching basketball over beer and hot wings as I hear Kenny complain about his girlfriend. Or at least I felt like one of the guys until Damon made his few quotes of the evening...I was talking about the coffee house where I go to study a lot and how I don't go alone because there is something about a girl sitting alone that stands as an invite for creeps who feel the need to come keep her company. I said I usually just pretend I am Deaf but because there are Deaf people at the coffee shop I can't do that. Damon laghed and said, "You're beind deaf wouldn't stop me, I am persistant. I would be like, 'Sweet, you're deaf? Does that mean we don't have to talk on the phone?'" :-) That was nicer than his other quote as we left Chuy's (The Wildcats SUCKED and won by 1 point with 0.1 seconds left on the clock) and were deciding what to do. Kenny wanted to go out, Damon wanted to stay in and asked me, "So do you want to watch a movie or just go to bed?...Or both?" He grinned and I figured he was kidding, but now I just think he is sketchy.
We went to Blockbuster where Damon picked out the most depressing movie EVER, "Born on the 4th of July." Oh man, I couldn't sit through it. Somehow I made it through, but it was a very awkward evening. We were at Kenny's place and his girlfriend kept calling to bitch at him so he kept leaving to talk in his room, leaving me and Damon alone in silence with the most depressing movie ever on. I wasn't comfortable and felt bad about getting Kenny in trouble so I didn't have a good time at all. It was a weird night. Before the movie Kenny popped in a tape of him rock climbing a few years ago. You see him struggling (his first time with no harness) and you hear his friend encouraging him and trying to keep him calm...and then you see Kenny fall, 50 feet, and hear "OH SHIT!" as the camera goes off. Kenny then brought out his pictures of him in the hospital with his jaw wired shut and all the surgeries he had. Crazy. But also...what a weird thing to bring out when you are hanging out. Damon and I left while Kenny was being yelled at in his bedroom and had one quiet ride home.
Yesterday was my first Thanksgiving away from home EVER. I went over to Damon's and helped cooking (though I was not allowed to do much because Damon went to culinary arts school and knew better than I about Thanksgiving dinner). It started as me, Kenny, Damon, and Damon's friend Jolene...but it grew to a larger and weirder crowd as the day went on. Jolene was okay...she and I talked a lot about stupid girl stuff but she got really weird and quiet after dinner. Kenny left right after dinner (and explaining his love life to Jolene using different pieces of the table setting to represent different people) to go to Jen's. Two guys, CJ and JJ, came over to eat, watch football, and ignore everyone and another girl, Maylin, and her dad came over for dessert and left. Damon and Jolene made plans to see "Alexander" and hang out and I wasn't invited so I kind of caught on to where I stood after that. I got ready to leave and had some trouble backing out of Damon's driveway (I had to move my car up to the side of the house and had to back out without hitting the other cars that were parked all crappily, all the while avoiding the cactus bordering the driveway and the steep (tho invisible from my location) 4-foot drop-off on the side of the driveway. Jolene came out and directed me out, and I was soooo completely embarrassed. I felt so stupid.
I came back here around 4pm and did nothing all day. I just kind of hung out and watched movies. I was going to call Caitlin, but I knew she was a little upset about my declining the invite to her house for dinner so I decided against it. I wanted to call home, but figured Uncle Jim was still there and I didn't want to interrupt. Enter hours of nothing. I was too lazy and sad to start my paper so I just hung out. It was nice to take some time to relax and do nothing, but not so much when I have tons to do.
Today I had good intentions of getting up early and going to the library but there is a football game on campus so there is no parking anywhere. I cleaned up my apartment and caught up on my emails and now I am just sitting here procrastinating. I am going to go back into RSG today to get some work done and try to start my paper tonight. Caitlin is at the Grand Canyon with her sister for the weekend, Damon is in Mexico with Ben, Erin is home, and though tonight is game night (UofA vs. Wake Forest, we are so dead) I don't think Kenny will call just me to go to Chuy's. Sooo....back to the exciting RIT tradition of Friday nights at the apartment. Matt said he might call me (he's texted me and left voice mail every other day for a week, with no reply) and I kind of want to talk to him, but its useless because there is nothing to talk about. So...this sucks.
Here's hoping this weekend improves, or at least that I can stop feeling like this and can get some stuff done. Hope all's well and that everyone had a nice holiday. :-)