Who says the week is out? It's only Thursday.
Well, my life isn’t complicated at all…
Massey seonsengnim befuddles me. She won’t shut up about how I need to stop beating myself up over making mistakes; I have made a certain amount of progress with that, but every time I talk to her one-on-one she’s like “You need to calm down and do less shit!” (Obviously not in those words; but I do need to do less shit.) As I left my appointment with her, she hugged me…and then she smacked me really hard in the side and (playfully) told me to get out. I know she tries to make her students comfortable, but sometimes she just weirds me out.
The end of this week is going to be pretty crazy. Last night I had Voces rehearsal and room draw; I managed to get a single on the third floor so I can be with the rest of the Tyler Critical Mass of Geekery. Today I have to miss TKD for the orchestra dress rehearsal, despite the fact that my poor yellows are trying to test for orange at the end of the semester.
The thing I was most worried about this week was the bio colloquium. I had to attend a colloquium on polyploidy in cotton today for Bio 152. I was really concerned about not being able to use the annoyingly confusing (or maybe it’s just my public transportation-induced incompetence) PVTA system to get to UMass and then not being able to find the building where the colloquium was given. I had to get off the bus at Hampshire College to transfer to a different bus, then missed the bus I was supposed to get on to get to UMass because the bus claimed it was going to “Haigis Mall,” and how am I supposed to know that means UMass? So a friendly MoHo girl who was also at the bus stop told me that Haigis Mall was at UMass and I caught the next bus. By the grace of the noodle-monster I was able to find the science building, which was fairly close to the bus stop; I was actually looking for a campus map and just bumbled into the science complex. I was late for the colloquium and the door to the seminar room was locked, so I sat outside with my ear pressed to the door and taking notes for 20 minutes before some kind individual informed me there was another door. Sometime in the past 24 hours I apparently acquired a sense of direction, because I found my way back to the bus stop with absolutely no problem. Now I’m on the Minuteman Express back to Smith. Success!
Then the orchestra concert is on Friday night. I didn’t get thrown out of orchestra, but I’m barred from playing in the piece that I missed practicing (I got to rehearsal late). That piece was annoying, so I’m not too crushed. My Saturday is going to be busy as fuck; from noon to one, I have to be in two places at once; A.C.E. Club’s table and the TKD group’s table. Er, wait, that’s on Friday. Better tell my Taekwondoists that… Anyway, at four (and this really is on Saturday), I’m going to the queer org coalition as the representative for A.C.E. And at seven-thirty, A.C.E. is participating in “Take Back the Night,” a really sweet event held by Students Against Sexual Assault. There will be no DnD this weekend, though, and I’m thinking A.C.E. will stop meeting after the activities fair, so maybe I can see my girlfriend-I mean, do homework-on Sunday.
Ugh, I’m hungry. All I’ve had to eat today is two muffins and a cookie, and I didn’t really eat until 3 PM. Since when do I have a sense of direction and can go so long without food? I inherited my love of food and my utter lack of direction from my dad…have my genes just shut off today or am I pulling a Shilo Wallace here? “My legacy is not up to my genes!” Oh yes, Repo. Repo is quickly invading my brain. I’ll probably ravenously scarf down my dinner tonight in the privacy of my room so I can keep listening to the soundtrack. Is it weird that I’d like to play a femme!Graverobber in a production of Repo before I die?
I CAN’T BRAIN TODAY I HAVE THE STUPID.