Ridiculous

Today I skipped class. Shocking, right? It's the most boring class on the face of the planet. Considering the topic, "Social Perspectives on Africa" you might think it would be at least marginally interesting. No. False. There are times I can barely understand the professor, and he generally just reads from his presentations, which he then proceeds to post online. So I got tons of stuff done today!! Not. I did four loads of laundry, copied a few slides, called my mother, made dinner, and read twenty pages of a novel.

Speaking of, if your sanity is valued, don't read Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner. The sentences can go on for half a page and the paragraphs can continue for three or four pages.

So, just because it's hilarious, I was listening to pandora earlier today, and it played La Roux right after Michael Buble. What in the world? Completely different sound, methinks.

*This is sarcastic--I'm sure your lives are  much more interesting than mine

Hold on to Your Hats....

The final count for this semester? Four classes, twenty-three books, three movies, and nine papers. I think I'm going to rent the movies. But I've obtained one of them because it was only a dollar. The others are outrageously overpriced. The first week of classes went swimmingly. Not. The first day, the first class, my teacher made me look like a fool in front of everyone. Granted it was, in all likelihood, unintentional. She asked for the definition of a word and no one said anything, so I raised my hand and gave what I thought the right answer to be. It wasn't and she proceeded to give the right one. It took her, I swear, a minute to give a two second definition. Then on Tuesday, I had to try and find something before I could catch the bus. So I missed it and stood waiting for about twenty minutes in the freezing snow. When two finally came, the full bus stopped and the double bus, the one that was nearly empty flew on by. Needless to say, I didn't stand there much longer before texting a friend to come and get me. He still got there before another bus came! Don't get me wrong. There were good parts to last week as well. I had dinner with friends, went to Bible study, the party, and studied with some friends yesterday.

My roommate bought me a box of hot cinnamon spiced tea. (I paid her back of course.) I'd been drinking it at the coffee shop and had fallen in love. You can buy them there, but once again: outrageously overpriced. She works at one of the chain stores, so she gets a rather lovely discount. I think the tin is already about a third gone. What can I say? I'm a glutton when it comes to good tea. Coffee just doesn't cut it.

A Party! A Party!

I'm not sure if I'm becoming increasingly introverted or asocial as time goes by, but more and more frequently parties leave me feeling blue. Typically, I don't make much of an effort to talk with other people, so it might be my own fault. When I do make that effort, it generally falls short and the conversation ends awkwardly. Let it be known though, that I am perfectly adept at carrying on a conversation when well acquainted with the person or when they are leading the chat.

All of that to say...the past couple of weeks I've been to several parties. What usually happens is that I sit and watch while everyone has fascinating conversations, myself the only silent personage. Who wouldn't feel like shedding a tear or two? The other day I went to a high school reunion type thing. I say it like that because it was put on by the school for the graduating classes of the past ten years. Some of my former friends showed up, but it was one of those "hi, how are you, what have you been up to, let me give you a hug and move on" sort of things. I went with my brother and sister and was standing with them then later meandered over to several classmates. One said laughed and jokingly said that I had to stand by them so that they remembered I graduated with them. (Our class was less than 50.) My science teacher later needed verification that I graduated the year he thought I did. I am, apparently a rather forgettable type of person. Blagh.

Please forgive me if you host a party and I don't seem very enthused about coming to it.

In other news:

I go home to my apt. on Wednesday. Admittedly, I am looking forward to it. My own bed. My bookshelf. No siblings rolling on the floor bickering. When I came home from break, I brought things that I never use there. Goal: to bring less stuff back. Goal has failed. My mother decided to buy us groceries, I received several gifts, and I bought a few things. Oh, well. Such is life, I suppose. Also, one of my English profs reduced the number of books we need for the course. Granted, only by one. But still. And they took off Heart of Darkness. I hate that book. It took me hours to read it last semester.