She said she was upset that she had class during my piano performance, and then offered to be my ‘practice audience’ sometime next week. It was very sweet. Don’t it make you smile?
I got back from the post office and there was a message telling me to call, so I did. Jessi and I got around to talking (and laughing), but eventually we determined that she’s not available Saturday night. Oh well, she did want to eat dinner with me, so I ran down to the laundry room and pulled my clothes out of the dryer ten minutes early.
We met up at the Bone at 6:30 (I know, the latest I’ve ever eaten dinner), found a table with a view, and ate up. And yes, I told stories and she talked with her hands. And she was quite hyper too. After she forced me to shove my Jello down my throat, we got some ice cream (my job of swirling the soft serve was far superior to hers) and talked for another half hour. Yes, we were some of the last people still in the dining hall. I walked her to the library, because I needed to stop by the newspaper office in the UC, and we discussed middle school romance along the way. And to be true to the mood, she just had to link arms with me and act like we were in seventh grade and dating.
Welp, the holiday season is quickly approaching, meaning that I have to empty my checking account buying all kinds of presents. This year is a little different, though, because I’m sure I’ll end up shopping for a few people of Jewish faith. So what kind of presents do I buy? I mean, I obviously can’t buy them Christmas presents, but I’d just feel weird labeling them as Chanukah gifts. So yeah, that’s my problem right now. I guess it’s nice to worry about the little things.
Actually, Jenn seems to have disappeared. That worries me.
…and I’m back!
The weekend more or less flew by, and it was quite enjoyable (but also a smidge disappointing, save for the five minutes that I did get to see Jennifer). But anyway, I’m back, and it’s time for that two-week period before finals. And then the adrenaline rush known as finals. And then more flying and sitting in airports.
The flight out to St. Loo was decent…I spent a lot of time sitting in the Lehigh Valley airport beforehand, though. Jeff picked me up and I went home and surprised my family. They were quite surprised. Jennifer was at work, so I ended up playing demolition ball, which just happens to be next to the movie theatre, so while we were waiting for the stragglers, I ran in and said hi. Jennifer was also quite surprised.
I pretty much slept through Turkey Day, waking only for pumpkin pie and other such delicacies.
Friday taught me that roller skating needs to be added to the list of things that I should never ever do.
I bought Christmas presents for all of my family Saturday morning, in a period of about twenty-five minutes (and no, I didn’t just pick up random cheap items). Damn, I’m good! Later on I went to Amy’s for the video scavenger hunt, which my group won by default (default meaning that the other groups couldn’t sit through our video…hahaha!). Went home, packed.
Sunday, I woke up and went to the airport. Security was a bitch, and a big fat ugly one at that. Not only did I get the ol’ metal-detecting wand and patdown, but my shoes, hat, and coat pockets were all thoroughly searched. I also had to remove my belt, for some odd reason. Then some nice lady decided that my bags were suspicious, so she tested them for drugs and then began unpacking them for me. I was about to tell her that no, I wasn’t at my final destination yet, but she handed me my finger- and toenail clippers and told me to remove the swing-out toejam remover thingies from them because they are considered to be “knives.” So that kept me busy for a minute, while she continued to set my clothes on the table. Then she told me to enjoy my flight and left. And then I had to repack the damn bags.
So anyway, I finally did talk to the girl I had been stalking all weekend when I got to Pittsburgh (actually, I wasn’t stalking her, we were just on all of the same flights). Then some security guy dragged her off to a screening table and made sure that she wasn’t a terrorist.
My flight back to Lehigh took for-ever. I ended up sharing a taxi-van with Brian from my hall, Liz (my stalkee), and four other people. But then it broke down (in the rain) so we had to wait on taxicabs to pick us up. There were five people in my taxi, and we were somehow charged twelve bucks a piece (it was sixteen total for two people last Wednesday), but I didn’t feel like kicking the cabbie’s ass, so I paid.
Then I ate dinner, hung up a picture (yeah, that’s right airport security, I snuck a nail in my backpack!), and won a dollar playing poker. Well, it was five, but I had to chip in for pizza and I owed Brian a buck…but I still came out ahead. I think I finally ended up going to sleep at 3:00ish.
Between classes this morning, I went to the Health & Wellness Center and sat in the massage chair for twenty minutes. I really like that, especially the part where Jessi came in and told me that we’d have to have a movie night so she could see Singles.
And I also got a ticket stub in the mail! All of this, and it’s only 4:20. Oh wait, 4:20, I’d better go smoke up…haha.
I also neglected to mention the intellectually stimulating conversation Jessi and I had concerning whether or not I met Jack Johnson last Tuesday. Excerpt:
T: …and then I got to meet him!
J: Nuh-uh!
T: Yuh-huh!
J: Nuh-uh!
T: Yuh-huh!!
J: Nuh-uh!
T: Silly girl!
I most definitely slept through Politics & Lit today, but Danielle said that she took care of my part of the discussion. I was fine until about fifteen minutes into class, when all of a sudden I ran into the wall of sleep.
Damn that wall! I thought my scalding hot shower this morning got rid of it.
I was about to pass out on my bed at 12:15 (and therefore sleep through Economics), but Jessi called and told me to eat lunch with her. So I did that. Good thing, too, because I can’t miss Economics. However, I did take a nap when I got back from that and didn’t wake up until 3:30ish.
My mailbox was empty for the second straight day, so I didn’t have any reason to hang out in Ulrich for more than thirty seconds. But when I got outside, I remembered that Ange was sitting alone at a table near Subversions. So I turned around, went back inside, and bought me a mocha frappucino so I had a reason to sit. And Ange and I ended up having a nice little conversation – I guess we’re past whatever the hell happened in September. I was quite pleased with it.
By now, pretty much half of the student population is at home. Not me, however – my parents didn’t want to buy plane tickets. Is $352 really that much to ask?