April, 2004
April 1st, 2004, 12:13 a.m. - My mama didn't raise no fool
I WILL NOT BE A FOOL TODAY.
April 5th, 2004, 4:48 p.m. - Cheer up, short round!
So, I'm short. Pretty much everyone knows this. It's not easy to overlook. You see me, and you think, She's short. I'm about 5 feet, 1 1/3 inches, and that might even be a stretch. I've never cared. I like being short. I don't have a problem with it. I laugh when people try to use it as an insult (as my guy friends from high school tend to), and I find it amusing when I'm in a group photo or a choir concert and everyone tells me to move to the front. People are usually willing to help me - like the guy in the bookstore earlier this semester that I asked to get my a book from the very top shelf, or the people in our high school musicals who I would always ask to get my costume down from the mirrors. If that's my biggest hassle in life, I'm pretty lucky, right?
Well, today? I felt like a midget. My Intro to Philosophy class meets in a room with long tables and chairs on wheels. Generally, not a problem. But when the chairs with wheels are taken (which happens quickly), everyone else gets stuck in folding chairs. (Eastern people would recognize these chairs as the ones we have in chapel; they're fairly low to the ground.) Sitting in one of these chairs at a long table is bad for me - the table is too high to write on. Again, generally not a problem. I put my notebook in my lap and deal with it. But today I had a test. And I got to class after most of the people had arrived. And all of the chairs with wheels were taken. And I thought about asking someone to give my his or her seat, but then I thought, What, am I a pregnant woman on a bus? No one's going to want to do that. I'll just tough it out. Let me tell you - it was painful. It was uncomfortable. And I felt like an idiot. (I'm sure I didn't look that great, either.)
Why am I sharing this? Because I'm bored. And because I was annoyed. But now it's just kind of funny.
8:05 p.m. - No sympathy for the non-devils
I had no idea that today was Housing Lottery Day until I ate dinner with a bunch of juniors and sophomores. I kind of felt bad for the poor people who have to suffer through the agony of picking, only to get a low number, then stress over getting a good room. And then I thought, Nee hee hee! I did it for three years and finally got my reprieve. Why should I feel bad? When they're seniors, they won't feel bad for the underclassmen, either.
In other news, I have finished the first draft of my thesis and am now in the editing process. If there's a fire in the dorm, I'm grabbing my laptop first.
April 9th, 2004, 3:04 p.m. - Short and sweet
Home for Easter; this week's Friday Five doesn't apply to me; not much else going on. So...go do something else.
Oh, and I graduate in 29 days. Aieeeeee!
April 11th, 2004, 7:02 p.m. - Quick like a bunny
Happy Easter!
April 14th, 2004, 5:03 p.m. - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Raise your hand if you think I'm going to make it through the next week without losing my mind. Now put your hand down and go sit in the corner, 'cause you're wrong.
April 16th, 2004, 5:37 p.m. - Who needs sleep?
No Friday Five this week, but I got one from the archives:
1. Laying on your back and facing the ceiling, which side of the bed do you sleep on? At school, I have a twin bed, so that doesn't matter. At home, I have a queen-sized bed, but, strangely, I sleep in the middle.
2. Do you have to have covers (blankets and/or sheets) at all costs, no matter the weather? No; when it gets hot, they're there, but I basically throw them on the end of the bed and forget about them.
3. Sleep nekkid or no? Why? No, but when it gets hot, I'm very tempted. No, because...well, we have a lot of fire drills....
4. What's under your bed? My laundry, my husband pillow, suitcases, and books.
5. If you have pets, do you let them sleep with you? Why or why not? No. My cat is not allowed in my bed!
April 18th, 2004, 1:21 p.m. - Invisible
I'm having a Marcie day. For non-Buffy fans, this means that I feel like I'm being ignored to the point that I'm disappearing. Four of my so-called "friends" just completely ignored me, and I'm pretty sure that at least 2 of them saw me and just didn't do anything. With friends like those, who needs completely random acquaintances who don't say "hi" to you?
April 19th, 2004, 12:28 a.m. - A mind is a terrible thing to lose
I think I'm going to survive the next couple of days after all! I'm planning Senior Chapel with another girl, and this time last week, we had absolutely nothing ready. Today, however, we at least have plans, and by tomorrow night, everything should be set. It's a relief that everything seems to be working out.
Even though I'm perfectly comfortable, it's so warm in my room that my lip gloss is melting. How bizarre.
April 23rd, 2004, 6:32 p.m. - It's a beautiful day
Another Friday Five from the archive:
1. What's your favorite time of day? Evening, from about 6 p.m. to midnight. I'm most awake then, my brain works the best then, and there's more stuff to do.
2. What's your least favorite time of day? Morning. 'Nuff said.
3. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Does it cause any problems? Night owl. Yeah, it causes problems - I don't do mornings!
4. If you had an entire worry- and obligation-free day, what would you do with it? Sleep in, lounge around doing nothing productive, think about nothing important.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Half relaxing after a long week, and half doing a little work.
I drove all the way to Barnes & Noble (about 15 minutes away) to get the new Harlan Coben mystery, which is supposedly already in at the library, only to find out that it doesn't come out until Tuesday. Grrr. But they had free sample teases, so I get to read the first chapter. On a completely different subject, my birthday is in 17 days....
April 26th, 2004, 2:12 p.m. - You say it's your birthday
Happy Birthday, Joe!
I had my last class ever today. So exciting! Now only two papers (which are both almost done), one final, and 12 days stand between me and graduation.
April 28th, 2004, 11:41 a.m. - The beginning of the end
I just finished the last paper of my college experience. So...um...can I graduate yet?
2:44 p.m. - Honk
My Senior Writing Seminar professor and her assistant (I guess you could call her that - she was like our mentor) took all 9 of us out to lunch today and gave us gifts that fit with our stories. One girl got a rose picture frame because she wrote poems about roses; one got star-shaped candles because she had a section in her story about starfish; one got a straw hat because she wrote a poem about a woman wearing a yellow bonnet; one got toy army stuff because she had a character in the military; one got toy money because she wrote about working in a bank; one got a statue of a woman praying because she wrote about prayers coming true; one got a mug with stop signs on it because one of the symbols in her story was a traffic light; and one got a pack of cards and some soap (hee!) because her story took place in a prison. And me? I got a wooden paper towel holder shaped like a goose, because one of the sections of my story was about geese. So perfect.
I WILL NOT BE A FOOL TODAY.
I WILL NOT BE A FOOL TODAY.