Tuesday, September 10, 2002

A week full of sleeping in?

I feel like getting back to mundane events for a second. So here it goes. I had to bother the psych department for weeks to get permission to forgo my requisite Experimental Methods for Neuroscience. See, as many of you may know, my experimental methods lab made me miss every wednesday of Calc-based Physics. Baby, that's a recipe for disaster. So I had to harass my exp. meth. professor, then Gwen Fischer, and then once I got permission to take Neuro without exp. methods, I had to hunt down Konnick on the last day of the add/drop period to add Statistics to my schedule, and drop Exp. Methods. And let me tell you, IT WAS WORTH ALL THE STRESS. Now I don't have class until 1:15 every day. At last my dream has come true. And Konnick is a hilarious professor. I'm pretty sure I'm going to stress myself out completely somehow anyway, but at least it isn't over fucking experimental methods.

And now for a random hodgepodge of thoughts.

It doesn't feel like a weekday, and that's probably because I cannot resist sleeping in, given the opportunity.

Today I was reading magazines in the lounge and I felt the bite of the travel bug again. Where do I want to go? The Greek Isles, baby. We'll see.

We had our floor meeting on 3rd Henry, and it was actually alot of fun. However, I still feel inept when socializing with girls. They are SO hard to read. And it seems like you have to walk that line between being cool and being so cool that you threaten other people. I wore a pair of fairy wings to the meeting, and it suddenly reminded me of Sprite's entry, talking about how Allison wanted to come back as a butterfly. I know what she meant.

For some reason, Dave has sign on his door that says "MY PENIS IS A THING." And most recently someone has added to it "You wish" in small, scrawling letters. Does my boyfriend have to wish his penis was a thing? Isn't it a thing by nature? What the hell? I told him it was because all the guys were jealous of how great he is. They probably hate him for it. He says all the guys don't care about him, that actually they hate ME because they can't date me, but instead have to date their girlfriends. . . . I love our debates and strange reasoning. I love that I feel completely comfortable with him, so acting so silly is natural. Of course, I still think I am right :)

For some reasonIt's been so hot the last handful of days that even cuddling Dave D. on what we're still counting as a 3-year anniversary is hard to do. When will it be the crisp, apple-cider fall I've been dreaming of?

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