Self-actuating.
So this afternoon I received a text message from Chelsea saying that her mother had come and picked her up and so she would see me on Wednesday. I was a little put out (since it was my late day and not hers) but accepted it gratefully. I could take the short way home! Which works in theory. Except when I received a call from Hannah I decided to go over to her house for supper and to watch her and her brother play Modern Warfare 2.
But first I was super sleuthy. Since nearly the beginning of semester this woman from her math class has been around when I am, and Hannah revealed that she had NO idea what the woman's name was. Asking me to intercede, I had no choice but to comply, but how? I have worked on it for weeks now. But today I found my chance.
I walked through the cafeteria after physics and Hannah wasn't there, but this woman and a black man who's name I also do not know but is always there and we are on hugging terms with were studying, and I went over to sit with them on the pretext of waiting for Hannah. Which is what I was doing. "Hey, Hannah's friend!" I said and sat down. "Is Hannah here yet?" They shook their heads. "Oh, that's okay. Say, she hasn't ever actually told me what your name is, isn't she funny?"
She laughed and told me; I tucked it away expertly in my head while realising I had absolutely no idea how it is spelled. She continues "It's okay, she probably doesn't even know what it is."
We laughed for a minute or two, then I saw a guy named Ryan who I spend a lot of time with in the ceramics studio walk through. I made an excuse that I needed to talk to him, and left. And the stupid stoner walked right past me. So my super-spy ways were foiled in the end, I didn't make a clean escape, but it was alright. I immediately left the cafeteria and called Hannah, telling her the almost incomprehensible name of her friend.
Fast forward a few hours to when Hannah calls me to ask what her name is and I have to admit I have nooooo recollection. Fortunately we puzzled it out together, I was invited over for supper, and I finally got to see her brother, who came over especially for me. It is weird, he is in his mid teens, but he still looks the same as he ever did, to me. I don't know why.
Anyway... this time tomorrow morning one headache should be taken care of for certain. Thank goodness, too. Family situations are never pretty. I however did not make the connection between that being on Tuesday and my physics exam also being on Tuesday. Oops. I talked to the prof. and he totally is letting me take it later in the week, so score. So I could be studying and making sure I understand it... or I could write one of the three or four stories I thought of lately... or I could finish Alice in Wonderland/ Through the Looking Glass before I finally get to see it in 3-D with whoever I end up going with. (Made plans to go with my cousins by my mother informed me that I have other plans on Sunday. *Sigh*)
Oh, and today was the day of near catastrophes. I finally remembered to take my rings off before getting into the clay, and I stuck them in my pants pocket. Unfortunately this pair of corduroys have really shallow pockets. As I walked with Anne to warm up our lunch I realised I only had two of my three rings... and what do you know, my class ring was not one of them. Of course the one my father found on the ground was still there, and the one I spent 15 dollars on several years ago was also present, but not my 300 dollar retro style white gold with square cut emerald. Oh now.
It worked out though, as it always does. I went into Bybee's office to hand him a note saying I lost my ring, and he totally let me interrupt him to read the note. "Oh, hey, there is a ring over there on the floor, is that it?" I had completely forgotten I went into his office this morning to wind thread. (Bybee is crazy in his obsessions. Last semester he was going on about defining a ball by the shadows around it while the ball itself was only one solid color. The end of semester/beginning of this one he was about making the biggest bowls he could. The last two weeks have been about taking old milk weed plants and turning it into rope.) Needless to say, it was my ring, even though he insisted on comparing it to my description before letting me have it. Just to infuriate me, I am sure; it has my first, middle, and last name engraved in it, after all.
Later when I realised I had left our incomplete lecture notes in the car, I ran out there and dropped my flash drive and my cellphone. The later exploded into its various components, with the phone itself landing on the grass after bouncing, the battery cover in the muddy water in the ditch, but black battery hidden expertly from my eye. Almost in a panic I finally spotted it, ran the rest of the way to my car, and then made it back, totally winded and angry at the new scratches on Tom Baker's Face's Face* and how out of shape I am.
*Yeah, my phone is called Tom Baker's Face. Mainly because I have had the same picture of said actor as my wallpaper for several months. Except I have recently changed the name to Tom Baker's Parkinson's disease-suffering Face. If the phone survives much longer (thinking of switching my contract to someone else that is cheaper and has the best coverage for University when my contract is up) I may change the picture as I am getting kind of tired... but not really. I mean, come on, who could tire of this face?
You know what, I change my mind, I will never grow tired of this picture.
But first I was super sleuthy. Since nearly the beginning of semester this woman from her math class has been around when I am, and Hannah revealed that she had NO idea what the woman's name was. Asking me to intercede, I had no choice but to comply, but how? I have worked on it for weeks now. But today I found my chance.
I walked through the cafeteria after physics and Hannah wasn't there, but this woman and a black man who's name I also do not know but is always there and we are on hugging terms with were studying, and I went over to sit with them on the pretext of waiting for Hannah. Which is what I was doing. "Hey, Hannah's friend!" I said and sat down. "Is Hannah here yet?" They shook their heads. "Oh, that's okay. Say, she hasn't ever actually told me what your name is, isn't she funny?"
She laughed and told me; I tucked it away expertly in my head while realising I had absolutely no idea how it is spelled. She continues "It's okay, she probably doesn't even know what it is."
We laughed for a minute or two, then I saw a guy named Ryan who I spend a lot of time with in the ceramics studio walk through. I made an excuse that I needed to talk to him, and left. And the stupid stoner walked right past me. So my super-spy ways were foiled in the end, I didn't make a clean escape, but it was alright. I immediately left the cafeteria and called Hannah, telling her the almost incomprehensible name of her friend.
Fast forward a few hours to when Hannah calls me to ask what her name is and I have to admit I have nooooo recollection. Fortunately we puzzled it out together, I was invited over for supper, and I finally got to see her brother, who came over especially for me. It is weird, he is in his mid teens, but he still looks the same as he ever did, to me. I don't know why.
Anyway... this time tomorrow morning one headache should be taken care of for certain. Thank goodness, too. Family situations are never pretty. I however did not make the connection between that being on Tuesday and my physics exam also being on Tuesday. Oops. I talked to the prof. and he totally is letting me take it later in the week, so score. So I could be studying and making sure I understand it... or I could write one of the three or four stories I thought of lately... or I could finish Alice in Wonderland/ Through the Looking Glass before I finally get to see it in 3-D with whoever I end up going with. (Made plans to go with my cousins by my mother informed me that I have other plans on Sunday. *Sigh*)
Oh, and today was the day of near catastrophes. I finally remembered to take my rings off before getting into the clay, and I stuck them in my pants pocket. Unfortunately this pair of corduroys have really shallow pockets. As I walked with Anne to warm up our lunch I realised I only had two of my three rings... and what do you know, my class ring was not one of them. Of course the one my father found on the ground was still there, and the one I spent 15 dollars on several years ago was also present, but not my 300 dollar retro style white gold with square cut emerald. Oh now.
It worked out though, as it always does. I went into Bybee's office to hand him a note saying I lost my ring, and he totally let me interrupt him to read the note. "Oh, hey, there is a ring over there on the floor, is that it?" I had completely forgotten I went into his office this morning to wind thread. (Bybee is crazy in his obsessions. Last semester he was going on about defining a ball by the shadows around it while the ball itself was only one solid color. The end of semester/beginning of this one he was about making the biggest bowls he could. The last two weeks have been about taking old milk weed plants and turning it into rope.) Needless to say, it was my ring, even though he insisted on comparing it to my description before letting me have it. Just to infuriate me, I am sure; it has my first, middle, and last name engraved in it, after all.
Later when I realised I had left our incomplete lecture notes in the car, I ran out there and dropped my flash drive and my cellphone. The later exploded into its various components, with the phone itself landing on the grass after bouncing, the battery cover in the muddy water in the ditch, but black battery hidden expertly from my eye. Almost in a panic I finally spotted it, ran the rest of the way to my car, and then made it back, totally winded and angry at the new scratches on Tom Baker's Face's Face* and how out of shape I am.
*Yeah, my phone is called Tom Baker's Face. Mainly because I have had the same picture of said actor as my wallpaper for several months. Except I have recently changed the name to Tom Baker's Parkinson's disease-suffering Face. If the phone survives much longer (thinking of switching my contract to someone else that is cheaper and has the best coverage for University when my contract is up) I may change the picture as I am getting kind of tired... but not really. I mean, come on, who could tire of this face?
You know what, I change my mind, I will never grow tired of this picture.