No More Chicken Counting

My Soap-Operatic Life

"95% of men are dogs." -Renee

I am still reeling from jet lag and a three hours time difference between here and paradise. I couldn't sleep at all last night, and now I am paying. I am keeping myself awake for you guys, so you'd better appreciate it.

Today was move-in day. Naturally due to the stuff I mentioned and lack of time, I wasn't exactly uh, too perky about it. I was up until two loading up the truck. I packed everything I'd taken to school before, I thought.

The gods were laughing at me today.

Let's see, I forgot:
* Alarm clock (had to borrow Mom's annoying alarm watch)
* Printer paper
* All instructions for every piece of machinery but the VCR
* Stamps
* Cables
* Soap dispenser and soap
* Plastic bags
* And other items yet to be discovered.

I had sworn up and down to the parents that I'd packed all these things too.

And several items were either broken or broke today. The desk, dresser, living room lamp, toilet . . . what a mess.

Despite all that BS, the room is nice, I've got my space. The suite has some more features to it than my last one- bookshelves, bigger double rooms (I peeked), large closets. But not as big a deal as I thought it would be.

As for the SOC (yes they call you a sock. They make you wear a shirt that features a cow wearing socks. For a week.) experience . . . we had a meeting today that wasn't too bad. Kinda fun, actually. Goofy stuff, but entertaining and somewhat informative. Everyone around seems relatively nice, I'd like to hope that I talk to them more in the next few days. I could do more on this, but I'm too damn tired.

One of the RA's for my floor looks a lot like The Moron. Go figure. Creeped me out, I'll tell you that.

Managed to get the modem working =), so been checking everything out all afternoon and night.

Tonight's lesson: Do NOT go to the DC late. I went about an hour after it opened, and everyone from my section was leaving. I felt sooo pathetic. Did see Patricia as she was leaving the DC- turns out she's doing the SOC thing in Tercero (where she used to live). I hope I see her more- SOMEONE to talk to. My nearest neighbor, Andrea, appears to be rather stiff. And she mentioned that she knows some people from Livermore (she knows what UCBC is). Let's hope they're not anyone I hate (ahem).

Sat at home (no dates for the little weirdo- more on that later) and watched Friends- I'll just post what I said on Creative Sparks and leave it at that:

"The opening: Why the HELL would Emily continue to marry Ross if she's THAT pissed off? Does that make ANY sense? It was painful to watch. Just total torturous soap plot twist.

The theme song: Interesting how they did the whole thing themed in the London episode. Totally directing it towards Rachel in a way. I wonder why they did that exactly, I can't seem them using those again and again.

Chandler and Monica: Best part of the show.

Ross asking Rachel to go to Athens with him: My God, is the man a complete imbecile? (Yes!) Oh, like that isn't just ASKING for trouble. Can't he see that? Sheesh. He never wonders if he's in denial or anything?

Except for C&M, this promises to be an agonizing season for the triangle. Can't say I'm looking forward to it, even though I predicted the marriage would go on just to torture the audience."

"I got the silent dump again. I'm pretty pissed about it. God, I say three little words on an answering machine as a joke and it leads to the silent dump. (I was still holding out the vague hope that I'd see the guy when I was at school again. Obviously that ain't happenin' or I wouldn't be here talking to the board.) I feel like such a freak. Well, I normally do, but it's really bothering me this time. I feel like imitating When Harry Met Sally when she starts whining "What's the matter with me?" except I already know."

"As for the guy I mentioned last time . . . well, seems I spoke too soon. He had to cancel our Labor Day date due to work (hmm, sounds like my last SO), said to call him back. I called him back, but left a silly message (along the lines of "Tag, you're it") and he never called back. I suppose he got scared off by the weirdness . . . oh well, better to weed those who can't handle it out early than waste years of my life. He seemed too normal for me anyway. I suppose the real test will be if he comes by here after I've moved in like he mentioned before . . . eh, probably not.

I'm definitely waiting for my chickens to hatch before I blab about any guys again. (Like not mentioning any new ones in conversation to people until they start to wonder who that guy I'm always making out with in the living room.) I'm starting to feel quite silly when I'm proven wrong."

I feel awful. E-mail jdrutherford@ucdavis.edu.

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