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How did it get to be the end of April already? Two weeks of classes + 1 week of finals? How is this possible! Where is my life going? It's scary how easily days turn into weeks and weeks into months. I feel like I'm so busy that I hardly have time to enjoy it all, but at the same time, I know that these are the Best Years of My Life and whatever and I have a patriotic duty to enjoy them.
Over the next couple of weeks, I have to:
MC295: Present research, write a research paper, final exam.
MC281: Read two books, write a paper, final exam.
MC378: Finish and compile ~25 legal briefs, write a paper, final exam.
SPN320: Fourth and final composition, two exams!
SPN330: Pronunciation exam, final exam.
Ecuador: Physical exam, finish final applications, transcripts, pick classes, get money?
I regret writing all that. It's just making me more nervous. So I'm going to talk about music instead. Right now I am LOVING the Beastie Boys, Mike Posner & the Brain Trust (thanks Kat), Man Man, Yeasayer, and my friend Rob's DJ demo tape. My dad's store is moving from its home of 17 years at the corner of 13Mile & Southfield to RIGHT NEXT DOOR to Book Beat. Yay! I love Book Beat. Everyone at SCM is super excited, and my dad can't wait to get started on his new space.
I have a new crush that isn't really a crush because I don't know him that well, and besides, I may have already blown my chances with him. I met Allen on St. Patrick's Day at Mac's Bar on Neon Tuesday (East Lansing's finest showcase of local electronic music) where we danced and um, kind of kissed. But mostly he just kissed me. Anyway. I was super drunk and was sad that I would never see him again. But then I did see him again, like a week later, at a sushi place, but I didn't say anything. So I saw him again last Tuesday at Mac's, and it was weird because we both knew that we knew each other, but neither of us wanted to be the first one to say anything. So finally I was like, fuck this, and said something like, hey, didn't I meet you here on St. Patrick's Day? And he was like, oh yeah! and we started talking/dancing again.
At the end of the night, he asked me for my phone number. For those of you who may have never had the pleasure to watch me in action, I'm really good at flirting for flirting's sake, like if I'm at a party, or just bored. However, as I'm coming to learn, when I am actually attracted to/interested in someone, I tend to choke and my awkwardness goes into overdrive. That being said, here's how our end-of-the-night conversation went:
"So, can I get your number?"
"Ummm. I don't have a phone."
"You don't have a phone?"
"No. I mean. No. It's at home. Out of batteries."
"That's the worst lie I've ever heard."
"No! It's true! I just don't have it!"
To be clear, I did have my phone. I just... choked.
So, like a big fucking toolbox, I went and ruined it with Allen, who is NOT ONLY cute, but is a good dancer, has a great sense of style, likes good music, and is smart. And when I say smart, I mean that he is a grad student. In mathematics. And he is a TA for the algebra class that I nearly failed in the fall semester of my freshman year. We are friends on Facebook, as if that counts for anything, and I happened to see him the other day on my way home from Spanish, and we walked and talked together for a while, before he had to go back to work (and by work, I mean teaching. Math.)
So given that I failed the shit out of my first chance, I don't know what to do now. Next time I see him (which may be tonight, at another of Rob's shows) should I explain to him that my phone is now fully charged? Or should I tell him the whole story of my awkwardness, and hope that he finds it endearing and cute, and not crazy and desperate? I don't know.
In other news, pending all this shit I have to get done, I have less than five months left in the country before I begin my journey to Ecuador. As I'm becoming more confident in my Spanish skills (my accent is getting really good), the language barrier seems less scary. My biggest worry right now is MONEY. But when isn't it? Money and classes. Mostly money. Nine months in South America? Bring it on. Just don't ask me to organize my funds for it... But I'm so excited anyway! Sometimes I think, I wonder what I'll be doing this time next year? But I have NO IDEA. No clue. I might be in the Galapagos! I might be on the beach! I might be hooking up with my cute host brother! It is a complete unknown, and I really like that.
What else? Aside from school, school next year, and men that I meet who teach at my school, there's really nothing else to say. The weather is beautiful, and I love taking walks down by the Red Cedar and visiting the ducks. My mom is moving out this summer, leaving the house for Gabi and maybe Kelly to live in while they (presumably) to go college. I will also be spending my summer there. My cousin Corie might be living there too while she goes to med school.
Now that I've told the entire internets about my life, I should go read Plyer v. Doe and work on my paper Supreme Court theory. Bleh. Or maybe I'll just do some coloring and take a nap outside. That sound much better. Thanks for bearing with me during this exhaustingly long post.