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so, after the absolute horrible-ness of yesterday, today wasn't so bad. working makes me realize how much i like it, and that as much as i love school and i love going to class and learning stuff i really love working. i washed dishes and made sandwiches almost all day today, and it was beautiful. yesterday, i took a horrible ochem test on which i knew EVERY SINGLE ANSWER except two and of course one of those two was worth 25 points. so i pretty much failed. which is bullshit because i knew everything else really well, regardless of how little i studied. *whoops* i literally just forgot to study one page of notes (i studied from last year's notes/outlines, she must not have covered this topic last year). but today the sun was shining and it was beautiful.
today was the first time in a while i've thought about Steve and not felt like my stomach was going to eat itself. my boss was reading a newspaper and there was an article about Dubai, which is where they designed their project for in last semester's studio. regardless of all the bullshit, we were really good friends at one time. i hope i never forget that.
i was, however, asked about my boyfriend today. in a context that i had to describe one of them. we were talking about my major/school/what i'm going to do, and the girls told me that i should teach at a fancy prep school so i can make the big bucks. i said no, that's not really what i want to do...they said, oh, she wants to teach as a service...which is correct. then they said, "well how are you going afford your Coach handbags (and a bunch of other things in brand names i did not recognize)?" and promptly my boss chimed in, "her boyfriend will pay for them! what does your boyfriend do?" so at a moment's notice, i had to decide whether i should describe to them 1) the guy i'm in an 'open relationship' with, who's currently not speaking to me, 2) the OTHER guy that i'm sort of casually hooking up with, 3) the guy i broke up with two months ago without really telling him, or 4) the last guy i 'officially' dating who i actually cared about, who is not speaking to me either. gods, i have a wonderful track record, don't i? so i made the executive decision to say, after about as long a pause as i could get away with, "oh, he's an artist." they gasped and said, "well, one of you has to be making money!" and "ooh, an artist and a scientist, that must be interesting!" and told me to have him bring in some of his work so they could hang it up.
well, Earl and i are going to chipotle soonish.
ps i made tuna today and i didn't hate it. i think i may just be picky about my tuna like i'm picky about my chicken salad. i think it's really just because i hate mayonaise.
today was the first time in a while i've thought about Steve and not felt like my stomach was going to eat itself. my boss was reading a newspaper and there was an article about Dubai, which is where they designed their project for in last semester's studio. regardless of all the bullshit, we were really good friends at one time. i hope i never forget that.
i was, however, asked about my boyfriend today. in a context that i had to describe one of them. we were talking about my major/school/what i'm going to do, and the girls told me that i should teach at a fancy prep school so i can make the big bucks. i said no, that's not really what i want to do...they said, oh, she wants to teach as a service...which is correct. then they said, "well how are you going afford your Coach handbags (and a bunch of other things in brand names i did not recognize)?" and promptly my boss chimed in, "her boyfriend will pay for them! what does your boyfriend do?" so at a moment's notice, i had to decide whether i should describe to them 1) the guy i'm in an 'open relationship' with, who's currently not speaking to me, 2) the OTHER guy that i'm sort of casually hooking up with, 3) the guy i broke up with two months ago without really telling him, or 4) the last guy i 'officially' dating who i actually cared about, who is not speaking to me either. gods, i have a wonderful track record, don't i? so i made the executive decision to say, after about as long a pause as i could get away with, "oh, he's an artist." they gasped and said, "well, one of you has to be making money!" and "ooh, an artist and a scientist, that must be interesting!" and told me to have him bring in some of his work so they could hang it up.
well, Earl and i are going to chipotle soonish.
ps i made tuna today and i didn't hate it. i think i may just be picky about my tuna like i'm picky about my chicken salad. i think it's really just because i hate mayonaise.