My Journal

So yeah, like I said this is modeled on Bridget Jones's Diary. So is Monday, July 22nd
21:39 So I've spent all of 45 minutes at home today, and all the time I spend away was fun. I met my sort-of friend Pritchard after class (I say sort-of becaus I technically don't know him that well, but he's a really fun guy). We talked about college and what we (he, mostly) had been doing, and about the MN Daily where he works. Spent a loooong time over lunch, I paid, and we went to the Daily so I could see his office. We ended up staying there talking till 5:30, but I got to talk all dirty with him, something I haven't really done since frisbee ended. After I finally left there, having been thourougly lewd and getting a somewhat uncomfortable invitation to visit his apartment sometime and watch a movie- not that the invitation was weird, just the context in which it was offered... I dunno. I know how I feel, and the rest of the 'net-world will just have to wonder.

When I finally left there (at 5:30) I drove back home, arriving at 6:15, and took a nap till 7. That was all I did. Got in the car at 7 and drove to Marine, arriving at almost exactly 7:30. We got ice cream (Ann paid, very nicely), and then walked to the gazebo in the park nearby. We sat there and talked for an hour and a half about a lot of things, and I felt really great about all of it. For some reason, talking with Ann always really helps. Oh, also she helped me figure out a lot of stuff about relationships, that was really really great and helpful and nice. Now I just have to act on it... but I'm still going on my date with Stefan this week, 'cause it'll be fun anyway, even if nothing serious will probably come of it.

Back home finally (duh) and plan to do my homework and get to bed at a reasonable hour, 'cause I was up till 2 last night talking with a friend on IM. Not so smart.... And I need a shower. So it's to bed for me, quite soon. Yay!

In other news, I just finished the first of two four-week courses in Japanese. Haven't gotten my grade yet, but I'm thinking anywhere from B to A-. I got an 85 on my written test, and a 90 on the oral. About the same on the other two tests, so figure high B+ there. Homework is somewhere in the B+/A- range, daily participation is a low A-, and quizzes are I Don't Know. Hence, the uncertainty of my grade. But it's in that area, I think. Shall find out soon. In related news, we have three new students in our class, and John Ellis has left. He will be missed, but I know he'll be having fun teaching ESL in Japan.

Anja leaves today. C'est triste.

18:56 Ah yes, verbs in the passive voice. See, "I was hit" instead of "I hit", which is nice. The not nice thing was that I WAS hit, and the car got banged up a bit. Not so fun. And it was the car my brother usually drives, although my brother usually drives it and he's in college and aren't collegiates supposed to have beat-up cars? Cold comfort, I know. Perhaps the guy who hit me's insurance will cover the cost of de-banging it. Perhaps.

Anyway.... after woke up from nap, started crossword puzzle and read comics. Finished both puzzles, yay me. Had dinner AT 6 'cause Judy likes her dinner AT 6. Tuna noodle salad. Yay. (Sarcasm doesn't show in print, I know, but that was sarcastic.) After dinner watched Antiques Roadshow while completing puzzles. Did homework from 8-9, but unfortunately couldn't do one page as I needed the CDs for it, which I forgot to bring. Sigh. Read for a bit while waiting for grandmother to finish using the computer, then came in here and typed this. Ought to go over vocab. I will. I really will. Soon. Just... not now.

Got up at 11 and got ready at a nice sedate pace. Might have helped with Stuff To Do, got ready to go

The second part was the real killer. After trying to organize what I knew of #5 for half an hour I gave up and moved on to the last two questions, complete-the-proof excercizes. I had an hour and a half, and in that time I put down four lines of supplementary material. The thing was, the bloody proof was already complete! WAAH! What are you supposed to do with something like that? IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! GAH!!!!!!

As I said, I added a few lines of supplementary material, so at least I have something. And it's over now, so I can sit back and try to relax. Deep breaths....

Oh yeah, and because I promised I'd do this...

Erin Sullivan is a filthy slut whore!

23:50 Just got back from naked frisbee not too long ago. We played at the bottom of Union Hill, and started out with half of us nude and half semi-dressed. Every time the naked team scored, someone on the clothed team had to take off an article of clothing. I was shirtless, but that was all. By the end of the game, everyone was either completely naked or wearing only underwear. Not a single bra, even. Of course, I had already left by that time, but I had heard, you know. After that I came back and tried to study a bit, and then at one went over to the radio station to be a guest on Erin's show. Twas fun.

So tonight was my initiation... I was stressing out about what to wear, and if what I was wearing was formal enough. But then it turns out I needn't have worried at all and that I could have worn jeans had I wanted to. Sigh. Would have been better, in light of the things that were to follow. Anyway, I was taken down to the basement where all the secret rites of Theta are apparently performed, and participated in a sacred rite. What fun. I wasn't overly worried or stressed going in, because despite all the talk of fainting goats and secret painful initiations (think back to "Animal House"...) I knew there was really nothing bad they were going to do, no curve balls they were going to throw at me. Yeah.... Turns out there's this big dramatic moment, and the first half was going ok, nothing overly weird, all sort of expected things with expected people, all whom I know, and then suddenly out of nowhere my MOTHER, of all people, appears. WOAH! WTF??? Where the heck did SHE come from? I could sort of see the reason for her being there, though, and the thought had crossed my mind that she might try and come as a surprise. So I guess I was okay with that. But then my aunt Alice did the same dramatic bit, also appearing unexpectedly. MORE unexpectedly than my mother, though, as I had no idea she was going to show up. A second later I realized that my other aunt ought to be there and did an almost double-take to look for her. Sure enough, she was there, and did the same little dramatic bit. It weirded me out through the entire next phase, and only when we moved on to the next-next bit did I recover somewhat. I mean, none of them were supposed to be there, it was supposed to be this private thing with my college friends and they weren't supposed to see me looking all nice (or trying to, though I always fail), they were just supposed to encourage and support me from afar. It was weird. But I eventually recovered, and managed to have fun and relax and be my semi-usual self during the after-party and Big Sis Rev (at which I got presents!) Then we went out to dinner and they dropped me off before going to their hotel room. Also, they took some of my old books and dresses back with them, which was nice. Now I'm typing this, soon I shall go to bed.

22:35 Tee hee.... even though I'm a total bitch to her sometimes (like whenever I intentionally make her cry) I really love my lil' sis.

Got up at some indecent hour and played the Sims until pretty much now, or a half hour or so ago at least. IM'd a few people, told Tasha I still hadn't started my 8-page EALC paper, realized I also hadn't started my 6-page econ paper and decided that maybe I should go to the library after dinner to do some undistracted work. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. But not until after dinner.

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