2003-10-26 - 9:09 a.m.
Love them Canadjuns
It’s been a while since I’ve updated. Feh. Oh, well. Life is boring, as usual, occasionally frustrating… It hasn’t been as stagnant as it was, but maybe that’s why I haven’t updated. I’m too drained or something.
Anyway.
I took the GRE last week. AGAIN. And it sucked donkey balls. The power went out when I had about 10 questions left on the whole thing, and we had to leave the room for 30 minutes. That sucked too. And my verbal score? Went DOWN. My verbal score. Sheesh. At least ETS sends out all the scores, so they at least know that I tried. Now the goal is to write a stellar personal statement, but I hate writing those. I want it to be good, but not ass-kissy. That is a tough thing to do. But I’m working on it. My prof is being awesome; he gave me some tips and he offered to read it. He rules.
I have two crushes. Life is always fun when you have a crush, isn’t it? Two crushes are better than one, I guess. One of them, Cute Class Boy, is, well, a cute boy in one of my classes. He’s really attractive. Nice guy. I don’t really know him too well, though. I ran into him last week at Denny’s; a bunch of us had gone bowling, and we went to Denny’s afterwards, where we had an AWESOME time, and there was CCB, studying for a midterm. I chatted with him for a while, which was nice. Then I called him last Tuesday and invited him to bar night. He accepted. Then… he declined. Something came up. Feh. He asked for a rain check. I called back, left a message and reminded him about the Master’s Association bar night on Friday, to which he never showed. Oh, well. Maybe he’s not all that interested. Too bad—he’s a smart Jewish guy from Toronto. Love them Canadjuns.
The second one is Photo Crush Boy, who is in my regular crew. He’s a second year grad student, also Jewish, nice guy. Cute but not as cute as CCB, and shy. I’m working on it, though. I finagled solo rides with him last week, from bowling to Denny’s, then from Denny’s to home, and it was nice, but damn, did I clam up. He asked me all kinds of interested questions, though, which was really sweet. It’s not often that a guy takes an interest in mundane yet important things, like the GRE and my choral singing. I’ve also started a “touching” strategy. Every time we’re together, I touch him. If I pass him, my hand goes on his arm or his back… that kind of thing. Last Thursday he was standing in front of a stool at the bar, so I put my hands on his waist and moved him. He didn’t seem to mind. Heh. So, yeah, I’m working on that one.
And I’m sitting here at 9 am on a Sunday (granted, we just turned the clocks back, so it’s really 10), wondering why I’m awake. I have to go apple picking in a few hours. At least it’s a nice day. Honestly, I know why I’m up, because I’m going to start my period any second now, and that always screws with my schedules.
I’m also retaining water, which is interesting, because I don’t seem to be bloated. My clothes fit. I even fit into my Halogen pants on Friday night, which was weird, because the last time I put them on I couldn’t button them up. So maybe I’m losing weight. I’ve certainly cut my carbs way down. It’s nice to know that it’s OK to have a craving for cheese, even if that craving is satisfied by flavorless Amurrican brie. (Did you know brie spreads? I spread little bits of it on my every-other-day English muffin, and it’s yummy. Even the rind. I am not one of those nutty Americans who don’t eat the rind because “ew, it’s MOLD!”, even when they take penicillin for every little thing. It might be mold, but it’s edible, and in flavorless Amurrican brie you can’t even taste it, so what’s the big deal? But I digress.) And I’ve cut down my food intake by a lot, and the vegetable volume has increased. Lots and lots of Chinese cabbage. Mmmmm….
So, that’s the current state of life. More soon. I hope.
And if we’re all lucky, it will involve me having The Sex. Stay tuned.
