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| Crazy...but that's how it goes |
| 10.02.04 (5:10 am) [edit] |
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I think this is the 4th time I am going to try and post, but shit keeps coming up. Let's see if I can make it happen this time. Where is Jeremy? We didn't get to talk for very long last night because I went out, and I can't get him tonight. That is, he didn't say he was doing anything. So, got our biology tests beack today. The average score was a 27/50. He added 10 points to the tests to even out the curve. What does that say about a test (or perhaps something else) that needs to have a 20% curve on it? At any rate, I ended up with a B on the test. Thank god! I was up all night between Tuesday and Wednesday because I was working on a paper. Working on this paper has been challenging. First, I didn't understand the assignment. Then I had to wait for my computer to come back from it's little field trip to Tennessee. Then I could work on the project. And I thought it was better to do it all in one or 2 big sessions. You had to turn it into this little window on the website that wouldn't accept more than 700 words. In most situations, I am more apt to type too much rather than too little. In this case, in the last hour I was working on the paper, I was editing it to see if instead of writing something like "a book" i could get the word count down by writing "books." I hate anal retentive assignments. What else? My broadcasting teacher substituted in a few of my classes this week. Having her there reminded me of how much I miss her classes. I learned a lot, and it was something I looked forward to. I can look forward to it next semester. Oh yeah, this fratority thing. So I went to the meeting for all the people they are trying to get into their little snare. First off, the going rate on friends these days is $120. I wouldn't pay for it, if I did, I wouldn't. Whatever, resume material. My dad had given me the impression that "You pay them, you're in, you only show up if the mood strikes you (which it won't). You have to write a papers about your philosophy on life (it's a bitch then you die, how do I make that 800 words?) and about your thoughts on the club (it's my dad's idea) and make 4 copies. The purpose of all this evidentally is to hook me up with someone who will be my "big brother/sister" (like that non-profit organization, i guess) and be my special friend or whatever. How would it sound if I said, "I'm introverted. I feel alone in a crowd. I don't know exactly why I am paying to go to a place where I know I will feel alienated. I like moonlight walks, snuggling by the fire, and ice Cold Ones on hot days, and I am only in this organization because I need more extracirruclar activites for my resume." Plus, I would have to go meetings every week for the first semester. I would have to in the end go to something called a "formal initiation." I love getting dressed up. But my definition of "dressed up" is getting to look like a tart and wear my platform boots. I don't know. It all sounds rather stupid. But I'm probably going to do it anyway. Randy Rhoads is freakin' awesome! And why is it so damn hard to find Feel Like Makin' Love and She Sells Sanctuary? Last night was so much fun. I saw Andrea's friend Narineh on campus yesterday, and she invited me out to go bar hoping with them for her 21st birthday. So I "got dressed up" (club shirt, no boots). We walked to a bunch of places in downtown San Jose. The first place we went was the San Jose Bar and Grill. It was OK. I didn't like it too much. There were a lot of people there. Music was just blaring to the point that you have to yell in someone's ear to say something. For some reason Starsky and Hutch was playing on a big screen in there. Plus they also had a $10 minimum on credit card drinks. So that kinda sucked. Especially since we were there for so long, and I had to close the tab. At that place, I ended up talking a little to Narineh's sister, and to Andrea's boyfriend's friend. (Who between the 2 of them and not knowing many of the people in the circle well felt out of place). Drink Count Bar #1: A cosmopolitan, most of a Fat Tire, 1/2 of a hurricane, and I had a sip of an adios mutha fucka (i think the name alone says it all). Then we went to the next whiskey bar in San Pedro Square. That was cool. It was much smaller, and much more intimate. I met a guy there who I ended up talking to for the rest of the night, mostly because he kept buying me drinks. We just talked about a lot of stuff. It was fun. I did tell him I had a boyfriend. When he asked why he wasn't there, I said he was working. (He may have been working, but I left out the detail of if he was working, it was in Kentucky). He wanted to hold my hand between the bars, I told him I'd better not. (See, I'm a good girl around other guys...except Jeremy). Drink Count Bar #2: 1 buttery nipple, 1 rum/coke, 1 lemon drop (which is really good), and a drink that the bartender invented on the spot when I told him to invent a drink with a little bit of flavor in it. We all went to the next bar, which was a lot like the first, noisy. There the guy bought me a gin & tonic. After the bar closed, we parted ways, I found Andrea, and I went back to her apartment and passed out for about 2 or 3 hours, and walked home at 5:00 in the morning still buzzed. Something handy I learned in biology, hangovers are caused by dehydration. So I came home, had a bottle of water. I woke up and went to the bathroom a bunch of times. Each time I did, I drank a bottle of water. So by the time I woke up at break of noon, I only felt groggy (like after drinking a six-pack) rather than hung like a horse. Thus, my theory that General Ed is a bunch of useless trivia that will never come in handy has been disproven. Of course, when I sleep in excessively, my whole time theory is askew. At 2:00 this afternoon it felt like 10 or 11. Speaking of 6-packs, I need to do a project for my TV Production class. A 3 minute show including a 30 second commercial. My initial idea for the commercial that could be titled, "Communism, the party for slackers" is probably not going to work out with the guidelines of the assignment. Kelly has agreed to star in the commercial (I had no doubt she would, damn lens louse!). The new commercial idea is, something having to do with going to the fridge for a another beer, only to find the carton empty, accompanied by a Psycho shower track and then something about "Don't let this happen to you! Next time, get a 12-pack" And then I have another idea for a graphic that says: The 12-Pack* and in fine print: *May not be available in the parts of the Bible Belt (Just for you, Jeremy). I should go to bed. I have to take a writing test at 11:15. I miss Jeremy!!! 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