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| I am really upset. My partner in Spanish either hasn't received
my emails due to a webmail breakdown, or she's ignoring them.
Either way, I don't have 2/3 of my oral presentation with her planned
out because we were supposed to do it tonight. The presentation
is tomorrow. If we had done it tonight (aka, 8pm or earlier), we
would've been fine, I think. But now, we're not going to be
fine. I need at least 3 hours of studying, broken up in two days
to actually memorize stuff like this. I cannot believe they would
allow 10% of my grade (which I can't afford to lose) to rest on the
shoulders of a woman who I can't contact, much less control. Fuck.
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| You know how there are assumptions you just make? Decisions that
are so ingrained they become unchangeable habit? The old example
of dialing a phone backwards doesn't really apply in these new days of
push button telephones (though I was twelve before we caved to the push
button phenomenon), but you get the idea. You never even had the
slightest inkling there was another way of doing it until BAM, you fall
on your naked ass because some idiot put a short toilet in the Early
American Studies building.
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| This is from my 90ish year old Infectious Diseases professor. She is amazing.
Dear Class,
Please email me if any of you are not scheduled for a
Thanksgiving dinner on November 23 and would like to
join me and my family. Although it will not be a
home cooked meal, it will be delicious, with a choice
of a "Tuscan Harvest" menu; or a "Traditional American"
menu; or a vegan choice at one of my favorite restaurants.
Cheers, Helen 11/20/06
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| I am continually surprised by how much D can influence my life. He is fucking amazing. And the other way around.
Is three and a half months long? Short? Somehow this
conversation has come up again and again lately. I've determined
that it is helpful to know the number of days in the way that it is
preferable to know a stereotype. You don't rely on it to
make your decisions, but it does, in a small way, inform them.
Six months of weekend dating is less significant than two months of
living together, but perhaps equally significant as a month of living
together. I spent two months with Alex, but in the second week
with D I was given a drawer. Which relationship was, without hindsight, more stable?
He's the only man I've dated with whom I actually am monogamous even in
my dreams. (Usually I'm very single. And not choosy.
I believe before D the last guy in a dream was Jared Goedert. I'm
not proud. But at least I'm not slutty. It rarely gets past
G ratings.)
So he's coming up to NYC for Thanksgiving Break with B and Gena, and
will be coming home with me this Christmas. Get ready to meet
your (quite probably) first Mauritian.
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| I didn't want to be rude, so I'll comment here on xanga instead.
Christa wrote a facebook note, calling this exchange "cute." Her friend
added that she thought it was beautiful.
A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,
He said...no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...and he said no.
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied
with a no.
She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face
the boy grabbed her arm and said...
You're not pretty you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...
This is a manipulative asshole. Why is it cute that this
man makes this chick cry, and then placates her with some over-the-top
stalkerishness that is compounded by the fact that he physically
restrains her? Not cute. Anyone who tried this mindfuck
with me would not be walking straight by the end of the conversation.
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