"After all, my friends, it is devilish fun to rant." -Rick BayanI'm boooooored. It's Saturday night, but there's basically no point in doing an entry just for today. It's after midnight, what the hell.
Today all I did was watch TV (Mouse Hunt- ok flick, Daria- my favorite episodes) and work on my columns to apply to the Aggie. Which reminds me, the comic strip I wanted to put in yesterday is here. I was massively bored. All day.
I did get a few pieces of news though, basically my only motivation to do an entry today:
1. The lit mag is having a mandatory meeting @ 8 p.m. Monday.
2. Social committee is having a meeting @ 7 p.m. Monday.
(Naturally, I'm looking forward to these. #2 more than #1 though)
3. There's an ice cream social for the SOC's @ noon Sunday.
4. There's an ice cream social for the dorm @ 7 Tuesday.
At dinner tonight, I sat with a couple of the Emerson RA's and they were going on about drinking busts and parties. These stupid shit people would invite the RA's in (they can't enter your room without your permission) and walk around with drinks, or throw out a huge ol' bottle in the trash. The guy RA found a passed-out girl in one room, and all the other people that saw him coming went and hid. Stuff like that- he didn't write anyone up, but it's basically playing cop. I'm really pretty sure I don't want to be an RA. I don't really want to bust people for drinking in their rooms- better than having 'em roam the streets, IMO.
Went to see Good Will Hunting in the study lounge @ 9:30. Jensen showed up at the end of it (don't know why). I unfortunately couldn't think of any excuses to hang around the room after it was over to see him. He's "on call" tonight, which makes me want to, I don't know, do something that would require his attention- get locked out, maybe? No, I'm not gonna be stupid here. But I kinda want to. With all my roommates (the ones home anyway, K & K disappeared yesterday) getting laid, I'm, well . . . feeling lusty.
1:40 p.m.: In further events, I went to the SOC ice cream social (ice cream for lunch) and played some pool. The best part of the weekend, IMO. I hadn't played in quite awhile, but I did win a game =).
Something I forgot to mention earlier: There's this room on the first floor, and the window is SO funny. They've got a Hanson poster and a Jonathan Taylor Thomas poster, and above that they've got a banner saying "YES, WE'RE FRESHMEN!" Hysterical.
Instead of doing my damn columns, I'm browsing diaries again. Loved this entry (sounds so familiar):
"I talked to my friend Mary today. Apparently, she went clubbing last week-end and got completely, out of her mind, smashed. She was talking vomit all over the place and being carried out of the club. And then she gets her tongue pierced.I've been looking in the web community that's perfect for me- the Singletons. Now, there's a place that I'll fit in forever! I even found a journal by somebody in the nearest town to Liverbore- and yes, she's a Lost Potentialite.Why do I suddenly feel like I'm the only one not having any "fun"?
She's changed a lot since high-school. Much wilder, a lot less responsible, and having the time of her life. And here I am, a freshman in college, sitting at home nights when I'm not working, being a web junkie. And if ONE more person reminds me that I'm going to "the number one party school in America" I'll SCREAM! You know, it's getting to the point where I almost feel like I'm letting people down 'cause I'm not partying all the time. They talk about the party school thing, and then they look at me expectantly, as if they expect to hear some wild story about this drunken brawl I was recently involved in. Sorry. The most fun I've had on campus was jamming the computer in the lab. Ooops!
It seems like a lot of people I knew are going through their changes pretty substantially. Mary's gone wild, Alicia (if she can be believed :) is suddenly breaking hearts all over the place and getting drunk consistantly, Marianne's done a 180º and gone insane, Kris is living with her (can I call him boyfriend?) "lover" and is planning on getting married to him . . . so where does my non-existant evolving come into the picture? Okay - so I'm not the same person I was before high-school ended. But who is? We all have so much responsibility on our hands now, and new challenges . . . it changes most people, I think. I just feel like the one who hasn't made the big personality/physical/psychological change that others are making. Is this good? I suppose it's not a bad thing. I'm comfortable with the person I am, which is always important. But my eyes stray to the girls wearing all black and tragic make-up; the girls who make friends wherever they go; the girls that know how to intrigue.
I found more stuff off The Brunching Shuttlecocks (where I got Tina The Troubled Teenager and The Weather From Hell on the front pages) that I'd love to put somewhere, but damned if I know where I could stick them without the whole thing just taking too long to load. Anyway, you can see what I got:
This is Uncle Hyman, the advice dispenser. I'm thinking of just adding him to entries whenever I'm all flipped out and needing advice. Just as a gag thing, basically.
Finally, I found this while browsing- it made me think, especially considering today's entry:
"Actual thought put into each entry. Don't update just because you feel obligated. Think of it this way: When you are writing an entry, presume that it will be the first one someone reads when they discover your journal. Is it interesting and thoughtful enough to make them want to stick around?"Kinda ironic because all I did this afternoon was shop through diaries. I usually read at least three entries someone does before deciding if it's worth a bookmark, but today I was being lazier. And then there's today's entry, which is pretty silly. Is it interesting today? Not much. Thoughtful? Not much. It's not even soapy today, since nobody got laid, had a disaster occur, and I only saw my lust object as he was coming in and out.
Oh well, with my new classes starting tomorrow and the meetings, things should be more interesting.
10:30 p.m.: Well, the night turned out to be a lot better than expected! Sarah came by!
First, I must detail a bit of crush-watching: I went to dinner (a delicious repast of pepperoni pizza, in case you care), and as I was coming back I see at the end of the hall Jensen and Angela going door-to-door- they've already passed my door. I'm calm, casual, smile at 'em walking by- she smiles, he does not. I go inside my room and go look for Chelsea or Megan to ask what they came by for, but nobody's home. Then it just happens to occur to me (ahem) to check the mail right now, since I didn't really do a good job of it this weekend. Of course that means that I must pass by the RA's again. They're talking to the people inside (I eventually overhear they're signing up people for suitemate counseling or something like that.), I go check my mail and come back. They're leaving that room by then and see me (fortunately I'm holding a package slip so it looks like I was actually doing something) again. This time I think Jensen noticed something funny was going on, in that I kept passing by there. Ugh, I hate it when they figure me out. Then again I'm so bloody obvious! Anyway, I'm back in my room and a minute later, Sarah shows up! Yay! She calls the boys and says we're coming over. I tell her on the way out to walk by where the RA's are (again!). Oh yeah, I'm SO subtle. I am soooo immature when I'm lusty, it's just sad. Just watch me tomorrow, I'll be a real riot. Probably show up to social committee in a mini or something the way I'm going.
The latest Sarah dish: Hardeep is now going to go to all kinds of counseling, and she says she was considering getting back together until they had a real nasty fight recently, and now they're moving their respective stuff out of their apartment (which is why she was here today). She's kind of on the seesaw about him- half very in love, half sick to death of him/crying over things. And she was wearing the ring again. Geez. She had this tape of songs from The Wedding Singer (both soundtracks), and we were singing noisily to "Right Round", "I Touch Myself", and our personal favorite tonight, "Love Stinks." I was screaming this one out loud, so was she, we were frightening the boys. We also compared scummy guys and whined about how we couldn't find decent ones we were attracted to, etc, etc. Mikey griped about that only with girls. We went out cruising the town after that- Mike wanted Evan to keep driving by the sorority houses (it's final rush night for my roommates) and he was checking out the girls. Almost every damn one of 'em was wearing a skimpy black dress. God, they're not even in the sorority yet and they're already clones. No wonder I'm not into the whole Greek thing. After that we snuck into Mike's old building so he could peek at his old room, then we went to Putah Creek to look for ducks and run around in the dark acting silly. Definitely entertaining, and it certainly beat staring at the boob tube and mooning over Jensen again.
Had to call Mom tonight- so far it looks as if I'll be taking Polynesian dance and self-defense (the most affordable combined with getting home before 9 p.m.). No jewelry or kick-boxing for me (sigh).
Somebody e-mail me, I'm bored as shit.
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