Everyone has returned from their way-more-exciting-than-mine Halloween weekends. I spent today sitting on the couch watching lame Halloween television and studying for a midterm and catching up on hum reading.
Okay, so the shows weren't really all that lame. Actually, I watched this one thing on haunted hotels that was totally awesome. And now that I sound like a lame freak, we'll just leave it at that.
On a more positive note, I now know the difference between disco and doceo and traho and moneo, which means I'll ace the midterm tomorrow. Well, maybe not ace but you know what I mean.
I invited one of my professor's to lunch just now. Which probably sounds terrible if you don't go to school with me and are knowledged in the ways of the dine-with-a-prof program. Basically, I will fully admit, I am just trying to cozy up with the guy so he'll write me a letter of rec for the study abroad program. Cozy up being totally not sexual right here. The guy's like 50. Okay, I need to stop.
I watched a tape of Bailey in 42nd Street last night. She had a lead role. She was good. I am jealous.
I realized, watching that, how much you learn by taking college theatre classes. Characterization is stressed in college, and I can totally understand why. Those kids don't get it. You can tell they're acting; you just don't feel like you're up there with them. Bailey wasn't bad I suppose. Actually, at first she was quite good. Things fells through by the end but what can you expect? She's only 13.
I made some salad tonight for dinner. The last homemade dinner I did turned out awesome. This one...not so great. It kind of makes me nauseous. Too bad I am determined to eat at least 3 servings of it before I toss it. Gotta get my money's worth somehow. I'll slather it in Italian dressing later and I'm sure it'll be fine. Fingers crossed.
Somebody told me the other night that they read this thing. Now I'm gonna go and get all self-conscious about what I put in here. Maybe I should stop blabbering on about my life and start writing meaningful anicdotes on the nature of the world. Or not.
I sent an email to my high school's current Homecoming Queen today because I'm writing my writing term paper on her leukemia-stricken younger brother. Talk about swallowing some pride there. My whole family goes on about how wonderful-but-misunderstood this girl is, but let me tell you, I knew her in high school and she was absolutely not wonderful. She was the girl known to get around. And this was two years ago, which meant she was a sophomore. My friend Pish-Posh said once that he would hook-up with her if he got the chance (and he figured if he ever hung out with her, he would), but there was no way he'd ever date the girl. That's the kind of reputation she had. I don't care if you have had 2 brothers with leukemia, you just don't go and act like that. Period. Get over yourself.
So I guess all I've really said here in this entry is that my Sunday was sad and pathetic and that is why I spent it in a Mickey Mouse Halloween sweatshirt and two-sizes-too-big jeans on my couch watching back-to-back movies (The Shining and then...drumroll please...Scooby Doo).
I think I'll take a bow.
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