"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly either being proven right or pleasantly surprised."- George F. Will
Despite all the rain predictions, it hasn't rained more than sprinkles all week (even though it's still cold). Homework hasn't been too bad. I had aerobics today and it was fabulous! And I got to watch my French teacher try to seduce all the boys in class (that was the verb we were learning- really funny though). No troubling phone calls have come, I've been relaxing a little- it's all good.
Even though I have to change my major, which I am NOT looking forward to (there's this huge amount of steps and approvals you have to do, and soon- ick! Especially when I don't really want to change it. You see, I want to double major in English and design (I'm currently registered as English), but they didn't tell me till I got here that a. you can't double major until practically your senior year, and b. I have to be a registered design major in order to take any design classes. Sigh. And I discovered that some asshole cut pages out of my psych textbook (which I didn't see- thick book), and I have to read those tonight. Ugh. Assholes.
It's 11 p.m. right now, and I've finally had time to finish this. I've been off and on the phone all night. First I found a message on my voice mail from the service- apparently things got screwed up for Daylight Savings time. I also got calls from Demma (who apparently has been calling since Sunday), Anna, my mother, and my aunt. My mom had to tell me about my aunt's call because I never got it. So I spent the evening calling people back. I have no idea what messages have not been taken during the past few days, so who knows what's gone on there.
Anna had several things to gripe about- she thought my board was funny and yet way too weird- she seems to want to post on one now, although I told her that she'd actually have to WRITE something ("I love to get e-mails, I just don't like to write back."). That would be so screwy if she posted there too. One guy there said he wanted to meet me (for the record: age 27, lives in Missouri or somewhere around there) and she flipped out about that one (in my last e-mail to her, I told her about Magazine Man). We had a long discussion over older guys and what the hell is up with us (she's lusting after her 27-year-old lab partner). That and she whined at me to come and visit her, even though that meant a lot of bus and train switching . . . frankly, unless I get a ride there (maybe from Demma after she gets out of school- she said she's going to visit her then) I'm not doing it. Demma said that she was griping about the same stuff to her, especially saying that she'd said I wouldn't tell her anything about the board. I said, "She never asked!" Oh well.
And as for Friends tonight with Ross and Emily . . . I have to admit that they were kinda cute about it. I'm not won over yet, but I think I'm working on it. Although I did expect more from Rachel than "I'm so happy for you!" No emotions there, honey? And as for the apartment switch, all I can say is it's about time! I hope the girls changed the locks when they moved back in. Rachel and Monica making out . . . took me a while to get that one, I thought they meant make out with the boys (let's face it, even though I lust after Chandler, he hasn't gotten any lately). When I figured it out, I wondered, "Why is it such a big deal for guys to watch lesbians, really? Why do they even care?" I really don't get why that's a turn on.
This is probably my final message for a few days, as tomorrow afternoon after class I'm getting picked up by my uncle or aunt or somebody for the weekend. Then tomorrow I get dragged along with them to the hairdresser, and my parents and (oh joy) Granddaddy arrive. I need noseplugs!
To anyone out there who might sometime read this, I wish you all a happy (and not smelly) Easter.
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