That isn't me in that bed you'll find
I continue to not quite fuck up, which is I suppose a relief to everyone, not least of all me. And I'd like to say it's a good reflection on me and I do a *good* job, but really, it's just easy and I shouldn't take much credit. My hope and prayer is that when things get harder, they will also get more interesting. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up too high.
I aced my exams in Social Science and Film. The film was complete crap, and thank god my opinions *interest* the teacher because I certainly didn't bother explaining why they related to the assigned topic and if she knew me better she'd be quite disappointed in the level of eloquence I showed.
I finish exams faster now than I did when I was younger. I have no patience for sitting around thinking about what I think and I'm certainly not going to waste my time waiting for a multiple choice revelation. My first instinct is most often right and the time's I've gone back and changed something recently I've screwed myself.
The teacher hasn't handed my paper back. I WANT IT BACK. I know I got an A on it but I'm irritated that because of her disorganization it's in with everything and I never had it handed back to me. I want to read it with comments. Look, it's the first paper I've handed in in YEARS, I need feedback.
I am THE TALKER in my film class. And last night we had a guest, an amusing older Jewish woman who writes reviews online and with whom I could not have disagreed more on almost every film we talked about. She hated There Will Be Blood. She hated Juno. She loved The Namesake. She loves The Ya Ya Sisterhood and The Nanny Diaries.
Since I had only read the book, now I have to watch the Nanny Diaries so I can argue about why I hate the Nanny Diaries. I also have to watch American Splendor again so I can say why the critics liked it better besides Paul Giamatti just being a better actor than Scarlett Johanson.
Blah. Film. I just want to watch TV on DVD.
So I've been watching TV on DVD. Most importantly Doctor Who. I've finished season 1 and now have to move on to season 2 because I'm freaked out by the new doctor and must confront my fear! I loved Chris Eccleston. He was smokin hot and his halfstep short of psychopathic flippancy was so charming.
The new one is so pointy. Hmm.
I never watched Sports Night, which is the show Aaron Sorkin did before the West Wing. So I'm watching it now and while it's undeniably funny, I'm not sure I'll be able to stand it. Episodes are only half an hour long, which never lets you dig into a topic, it's based around a Sports show, which is a million times less fascinating than politics, and IT HAS A LAUGH TRACK. The show is honestly funny, I laugh aloud on my own. I don't need the tv to tell me when I'm supposed to experience the funny. I can't even think of the last show I watched with a laugh track. Night Court?
Anyway. It's a strange day when then low budget Alien gig beats out the Aaron Sorkin uberclever in my mind.
Today's going to be a miserable day. I couldn't sleep yesterday for shit and I have a lot to do, none of it pleasant. I have to write the first part of my 6 pages on a topic in biology, I have to study biology, I have to go to two classes that break my brain and I have to go get the last of my shit from Aaron's house, pretty much signifying in my own brain that we're not speaking and I don't expect we'll be speaking again any time soon.
Typically I extrapolate on my relationships in this journal in great detail and for once I don't have much to say. Probably because this isn't like most of my relationships where I don't understand how it happened. Here I feel like I understand exactly how and why it happened, and I'm very sorry it did, but I'm done with it. Last night was my last night of bad dreams because I'm worried about what to do about Aaron.
I've decided on my schedule for summer classes. I have class from June 4th to July 26th, and I intend to work my butt off. Or something.
So I'm taking Statistics 125 (I have to), History of American People to 1865, and Psych 201. And Bellydancing. Everyone else gets to take bellydancing, I want to too. And I can have a credit for it!
I'm excited about a schedule that doesn't involve biology. I think I'm supposed to take a non-lab physical science at some point, but I'm going to try and get out of it until I reach UIC. Does anyone know what Physical Science is?
So anyway. By the end of July I'll have completely 24 credits. Another minimum 15 in fall and I'll be able to apply to UIC and get the hell out of there.
Wheeee.
The next thing I need to do is come up with a thing. I don't do extracurriculars anymore. When I went to Hampshire I did everything. In Chicago I go to school and go dancing. I shall have to think of something to put on my application.
Anyways. It's SNOWING outside. Again. Wet obnoxious snow. I guess I'm not going to Aaron's if it's going to be this crappy outside. I've got all the time in the world for this particular thing I don't want to do.
I think I posted that Jason finally got back to me and that we saw each other in Louisville. He agreed to accept my help with a summer job, and so a couple days ago, I called Fitz, my godfather and a former judge of some prominence in Jefferson County. I explained that Jason was brilliant but was having trouble finding a job because of his lack of connections. Fitz, bless him, volunteered to help. And Jason, (thank god), got my messages, called Fitz immediately, and is going to meet with him this weekend. I was worried that Jason would throw this back in my face and he didn't. It's not just the help, which he doesn't want to take, but more that I told him what to do. I'm not very good at telling people what to do in a way that doesn't make me sound liking a nagging mother. But he even thanked me for my advice, which was very nice of him.
So we've had Round 1 of Acting Like Reasonable Adults.
If this sounds really stupid to you, that's because it is, but it's something good that happened and I really want Jason to get a wonderful job for summer and then after he graduates/passes the bar. These are my wishes.