My day in Roman numerals
i. In YA lit discussion today, I apparently made a really awesome connection...only I didn't really think it was all that awesome. We were discussing Out of the Dust, and in one of the early poems Billie Jo talks about her dad having fought in the Great War, and that all he'll say about it is that he remembers the poppies. Then at the end of the book, [SPOILER ALERT] there's a line about the poppies set to bloom / on Ma and Franklin's grave. I guess they're separated by about 150 pages, so maybe pulling those things together was a pretty good move on my part, but I probably wouldn't even have noticed if I hadn't a) read the book in a single sitting, and b) been studying WWI poetry till it more or less comes out my ears. Anyway, I'm kind of proud of it. /conceited
ii. My history professor swore he wasn't going to get into Kennedy assassination theories today, but he did anyway. I managed not to bring up the Smoking Man. XD And then the video he was going to show us broke, and he sent us home early.
iii. Also, there is a part of my notes from that class that goes as follows: Dear Kennedy, we can pwn n00 y0rk in 8 mins and j00 wud not liek that. but we wont sh00t at u if u dont invade cuba, k? --Niki
PS: plz 2 b gettin yr missiles out of Turkey, kthnxbai.
iv. After class, I had a package from home, but the office was closed due to illness and I couldn't get it. >< How dare the mailroom person get sick at a time that is inconvenient to me!
v. At the Donkey, a boy I don't know set a cranberry scone down in front of me. I don't know him, didn't speak to him, didn't know if he'd bought it for me or eaten off of it or put arsenic in it. I don't even like cranberries. But I let it sit there for fifteen minutes because I felt bad wasting it, even though there was no way I was going to eat it. I do not understand people. Was he flirting? Being creepy? He did spend an inordinate amount of time looking at the band flyers next to my table, but he was talking to his friend at the time. And all while I was thinking this the scone was just staring at me with its beadly little cranberry eyes, mocking me with all of the surreality it represented. And then the guy came back in, before I'd had the courage to just throw the thing away, and I kind of stammered out a question as to "Um...what's this all about?" only I don't think I was making much sense, because he didn't really answer. And then when he left, he said, "Good-bye," only I think he might have said "Good-bye, Sarah," which would well and truly freak me out. I keep trying to think why he might know me, but he's not in my lit class, not in any of my old tutorials, and I don't think he's in my history class. Definitely not from high school or Nativity. The only thing I can think is that maybe he lives in Hoover somewhere? I still don't know all the guys in our mod, although I think I met most of them on power-outage night. I hope he lives here, because an awkward apology for being a tweak-out is infinitely preferable to a life spent wondering if I just picked up a stalker.
vi. They raised the laundry price. A load of laundry that cost $2.50 to wash and dry last year now costs $3.50, or maybe $3.75 depending on whether the dryer actually does what it's supposed to do.
vii. I have a bar of dark chocolate. I plan to make it last most of this week. Mmmm.
viii. Arrr! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day now, mateys! I'll be over thar, pinnin' me parrot's feet to the perch strap o' me pack.