2003-07-28 - 12:00 p.m.
Gluttony, baby!
I had a good weekend. I went to Harborfest in Oswego on Saturday, and I ate SO MUCH FAIR FOOD I thought I would burst. I love fair food. I like the grease, and the potatoes, and the vinegar… I even like the fried dough, but I didn’t have any this time. I’ll save that for the State Fair in a few weeks. There’s only so much fried dough I can take; after all, I am the one freak in the world who doesn’t like Krispy Kremes. So I gorged myself on roast beef and fries and ice cream and nachos and fresh-squeezed lemonade… Yum! The only thing that kept me away from the gyros and the hot dogs and the cheesecake on a stick was the fact that I just had no more room. Although, that didn’t keep me away from the pickles and the salsas and the pickled garlic at the vendor booths.
But besides the food, the fireworks were amazing, and the company was great. I’m having a wonderful time up at school. I’m finally hanging out with people I like, which is weird. I mean, I truly like them, and they’re always willing to hang out, and we all have at least one thing (school) in common. I’m really enjoying myself. I’m pretty content, for the most part, even if a little stress creeps in.
I didn’t get a TA position. I am bummed. I was pissed, but I got over that, and now I’m just bummed. I don’t know why I didn’t get it, but I’m not going to worry too much. I plan to talk to one of my professors tomorrow about working for him, if his center has been given any grant money and he can take on an assistant. If that doesn’t work, I’ll look for a job somewhere. I don’t mind working a “regular” job, but I’d rather do something I’m passionate about, especially while I’m in grad school. Well, wouldn’t everybody? So I’ll work at it.
This particular prof, the one I want to be when I grow up, surprised me the other day. I didn’t even know if he knew my name, but on Thursday, he came up to me before class and asked me to see him when class was finished. Hmmm. The TA wasn’t there, and it turns out this prof wanted me to give the TA a video for today, because the prof wouldn’t be there. It’s a little thing, but I felt about ten feet tall. It was like I was in the fourth grade and the teacher asked me to be her special helper. I’m a dork. But then, the recognition was worth it. He knows me, he seems to think I’m trustworthy, and that’s the first step.
In other news… Things with M are getting interesting. Last week, he called me “sweetie” in public. No one heard, but it was still weird. Then, on Thursday, I got my hair cut. He kept staring at me—no one recognized me at first because my hair was straight—and I could tell he really liked the hair. Then he reached out, in front of everyone, and did this affectionate arm caress thing. I was floored by that. I mean, it was not an unwelcome gesture, but considering the fact that we’re so secretive at his insistence? I don’t know. Bizarre. A lot of people think this means that he wants something more. I don’t know what I want. He’s a good guy, and being with him makes me feel wonderful. But he’s a smoker. And he’s not Jewish. And he has a cat. And we don’t have all that much in common. I’m willing to give it a shot, though. I missed him this weekend. I was watching the fireworks, and I was thinking about how much he would have liked it. I guess we’ll see.
