Now I know that I can't make you stay.
La vie est belle.
Spent most of Saturday with Shelly; we got Panera for lunch (and spent, like, and hour and a half just sitting there talking), wandered around the mall, and went to her house (where there was fresh banana bread! Woo). It was, in a word, amazing.
Work that night, but got out way early, so I got recruited to bring Barb home. Then I hit Starbucks and proceeded to Mollie's, for the preparation for "Rocky Horror." '80s night. I don't usually play along, but somehow the notion of dressing up seemed like ever so much fun...despite the awkwardness of the skirt-and-leggings, because I am not really that kind of girl. But with Mollie's help, I got my hair into the fabulous side ponytail, and I did up the excessive black eyeliner and some sparkly teal eyeshadow. With the dangly silver chain earrings with the black-and-white tacky stripy hearts. I loved it. If I could look like that everyday, I would.
The show was great; Laura was Riff and Chelsie was Mags, and they both looked amazing. Miseph was Axl Rose-as-Eddie, sort of, and it was great except for the lack of pants. Is it weird that this does not bother me? And holy crap, Matt's little French maid costume? Ouch. Anyway. Mollie and I went to the diner after; didn't want to, had to be at work early, but was hungry. And I like driving her car. So I caved in and we set off; we got there way before any "Rocky" people but sat with Laura and Miseph when they arrived.
So I didn't get a lot of sleep, and that makes work the next morning difficult. But I had Robin, who is amazing, and we talked about her wedding. I am excited for her; she's having karaoke and wants a tower of Little Debbie Zebra Cakes. I love her. To pieces.
Classes started today. Astronomy should be interesting; the professor is an older guy, crazy but entertaining. Who won't tell us his first name. I mean, not that anyone asked, but it's usually at least on the syllabus. Most don't mind, or prefer to just be called by their first name. This one, evidently, does not. And this guy who sits next to me was talking to me, and wants me to be his notetaker. I think not. I'm going to have to weasel out of it. There's no way in hell.
Public Speaking...my God, what was I thinking? I'm not afraid of it, I just don't want to...the professor's a young guy, Tim Cochran, and I already like him. Entertaining...and, most happily, I'm not really dreading this. Yet. But you want to know something? Speeches suck. I just thought I'd get that out of the way.
So after class I go upstairs and walk by Fred's office, and the door is open, so I stop to say hi. And we're talking, I'm leaning in the doorway, and he's rifling through filing cabinets and pawing through books. Until he mumbles something about "Where is my excrement poem?" There's a beat. And I go, "Say that again?" And he just starts to repeat it, but then he actually did find it. And it really is; he said something about really getting people's attention on the first day of class...it's ridiculous. I don't see him for a month, then, within five minutes, it's just like...facepalm. I don't even know anymore. Seriously.
Yeah. C'est tout, et c'est la vie. <3
Spent most of Saturday with Shelly; we got Panera for lunch (and spent, like, and hour and a half just sitting there talking), wandered around the mall, and went to her house (where there was fresh banana bread! Woo). It was, in a word, amazing.
Work that night, but got out way early, so I got recruited to bring Barb home. Then I hit Starbucks and proceeded to Mollie's, for the preparation for "Rocky Horror." '80s night. I don't usually play along, but somehow the notion of dressing up seemed like ever so much fun...despite the awkwardness of the skirt-and-leggings, because I am not really that kind of girl. But with Mollie's help, I got my hair into the fabulous side ponytail, and I did up the excessive black eyeliner and some sparkly teal eyeshadow. With the dangly silver chain earrings with the black-and-white tacky stripy hearts. I loved it. If I could look like that everyday, I would.
The show was great; Laura was Riff and Chelsie was Mags, and they both looked amazing. Miseph was Axl Rose-as-Eddie, sort of, and it was great except for the lack of pants. Is it weird that this does not bother me? And holy crap, Matt's little French maid costume? Ouch. Anyway. Mollie and I went to the diner after; didn't want to, had to be at work early, but was hungry. And I like driving her car. So I caved in and we set off; we got there way before any "Rocky" people but sat with Laura and Miseph when they arrived.
So I didn't get a lot of sleep, and that makes work the next morning difficult. But I had Robin, who is amazing, and we talked about her wedding. I am excited for her; she's having karaoke and wants a tower of Little Debbie Zebra Cakes. I love her. To pieces.
Classes started today. Astronomy should be interesting; the professor is an older guy, crazy but entertaining. Who won't tell us his first name. I mean, not that anyone asked, but it's usually at least on the syllabus. Most don't mind, or prefer to just be called by their first name. This one, evidently, does not. And this guy who sits next to me was talking to me, and wants me to be his notetaker. I think not. I'm going to have to weasel out of it. There's no way in hell.
Public Speaking...my God, what was I thinking? I'm not afraid of it, I just don't want to...the professor's a young guy, Tim Cochran, and I already like him. Entertaining...and, most happily, I'm not really dreading this. Yet. But you want to know something? Speeches suck. I just thought I'd get that out of the way.
So after class I go upstairs and walk by Fred's office, and the door is open, so I stop to say hi. And we're talking, I'm leaning in the doorway, and he's rifling through filing cabinets and pawing through books. Until he mumbles something about "Where is my excrement poem?" There's a beat. And I go, "Say that again?" And he just starts to repeat it, but then he actually did find it. And it really is; he said something about really getting people's attention on the first day of class...it's ridiculous. I don't see him for a month, then, within five minutes, it's just like...facepalm. I don't even know anymore. Seriously.
Yeah. C'est tout, et c'est la vie. <3