Some guy found my phone, called Dad, met him on campus, and returned it. Thank god! Dad bought it over to the apartment so it’s back with me now. The first thing I did was call the guy who found it and thank him for returning it.
I’m still in kind of a bad mood though.
I’m pretty sure I left my phone in my History class this morning. Fuck! Now I need to go out of my way before my next class and try and get in there and find it. Arggggg I’m so annoyed with myself. I don’t want to have to spend money on a new phone, not to mention all my numbers are in that one… Shit shit shit. Not only will I have to park farther away than normal, which means walking farther in the freaking cold, but I’ll have to haul ass to make it to French on time. Goddamn it.
I finally remembered to call and make a few appointments, and what happens? I get an answering machine at both the dentist and the OBGYN. It’s only 4:00! The dentist closes at 3:30, which I didn’t know since I’ve never been to them before, so I understand why they didn’t answer. But the OBGYN’s office is open until 5. Arg, frustrating.
Also frustrating is the fact that I have no idea when I’m going to find time to go to these appointments. Neither of them are going to be pleasant (OBGYN for obvious reasons and the dentist because I hate the detinst), but the only times I’ll have to go to them are before classes, or before work. Ehhh.
11:38am: Sean Brown, walking away from the Language Building. He looks exactly the same as he did in high school. I wonder if I do…
12:57pm: Sosa - a guy I met at a big kegger while Kirby and I were broken up - walking past the Chemistry Building. He got my phone number from a mutual friend and never called, which is probably good because he’s really not my type. I pretended not to recognize him (or tried to) but he seemed like he at least recognized my face. I doubt it though. We did only meet once, and he wasn’t even sober.
I feel like my body is failing me.
At what point does a new apartment start feeling like home? We’ve had our first party, we’re pretty much unpacked, it’s habit for me to drive past the turn-off for my dad’s house after work…And yet in a way it still feels like some sort of strange hotel. Temporary. I think that’s the biggest part of it. Since we haven’t decorated much, or painted at all, it still doesn’t feel permanent. It doesn’t help that we only signed a 5-month lease. We have every intention of renewing our lease and staying here for a long time but that alone doesn’t make it feel more or less like home. I love this apartment. The location is great, it’s a great size, and best of all I’m living with my best friend and lover. So the problem isn’t whether I like it or not, because I do like it. The problem is that it doesn’t feel like it’s ours yet. I’d just like to know at what point that changes.
Comments or no comments?
Pros: I like getting feedback.
Cons: I don’t like expecting feedback. Also, the blog doesn’t flow as well with “__ comments” after every single thing.
Guess I’ll leave them up for now, see how it works out. I DID put a lot of effort into getting them how I like them.
Katie Somethingorother, Rachel’s best friend and fellow former Burlington employee, walking into the RTFP Building (looking trashy as usual, I might add). I’m pretty sure she either didn’t notice or didn’t recognize me, which is fine. I never really liked her anyway.
Heath Ledger is dead.
It always shocks me when somebody dies so young.
…has been ruined by a bad headache and a moody boyfriend.
How do you know, at 19, that anyone is “the one”? Especially anyone as controlling and manipulative as him… Girls are so blind when it comes to their men. Honestly, when four of your best friends hate your boyfriend (who you honestly plan to be engaged to within a few months and married to within a few years), obviously there’s something wrong with your relationship. Like just now..
it kinda bugs me though bc we were out somewhere and he saw someone he grew up with and they were like “i heard you got engaged” and [controlling bf] says “no i’m not that stupid” i started crying! haha
Uhh, “haha” is really not the right thing to tack on the end of that mini story. Your boyfriend being a jackass isn’t something to laugh about. It’s not just “guy talk” - it’s him showing you exactly why we don’t like him. I dunno. It’s just hard seeing somebody in a situation like this.
…was a success, excpet for a certain friend who puked in my toilet four times and passed out on the bathroom floor. Luckily she sobered up by the time the rest of the girls and I got back from Whataburger. Now it’s about 4am and I’m exahusted, so I’m going to sleep. K is passed out next to me sleeping like a baby, which seems like a pretty good thing to be doing right now. Gotta get up in the morning and clean up anyway. Au revoir.
- Nina: ...There's no burger here.
- Everyone: ...What?
- Nina: *opens burger* There's no meat.
- Melisa: It took you like four bites to realize that?
- Nina: Two!
- text message from Danielle: i think i am just going to drink beer like in beer pong lol
Below freezing this morning. Ick.
I really like walking to class - it makes me feel healthy and environmentally concious - but it’s miserable in this weather. I’m sensitive to the cold anyway. Like right now my teeth and nose kind of hurt from walking home, and my ears would be hurting except that I wore my headphones to protect them. If it would just warm up about 10 or 15 degrees, I would feel a lot better about walking.