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Apr. 15th, 2004 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlI ran into Emily today. The only time we ever really see each other anymore is when we randomly run into each other on the Diag--the last time was back in March, shortly after I lost all those revisions, as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quixoticdancer and I were headed to Bruegger's for lunch.
We only talked for a few minutes today, both of us being on our way to other things. Mostly we talked about my hair--it's longer and dyed differently than it was the last time she saw me. As we parted ways, there was no, "Call me!" or "We should hang out soon!" We both know by now that we won't see each other again until the next time we run into each other, on our way to somewhere else.
Thinking about it now, I'm amazed at what she doesn't know. She doesn't know that this is my big weekend. She doesn't know about the flood or the ants or Jason's dad's brain cancer. She doesn't know what my thesis is about or what classes I'm taking this semester, where I'll be working this summer or who I plan to visit when Aubs and I drive to DC. She doesn't know that I'm planning a trip to Europe by myself in the fall. I find it inexpressably sad that her knowledge of me is limited to the color and length of my hair.
Anyway, bittersweet random encounters aside, today was really pretty great. I even went to both of my classes, shocking as it sounds. Best moment of the day is a two way tie between a)dancing spastically around the living room with Aubrey while belting out "Walking on Sunshine" at the top of our lungs and b) trying to write porn in my Women's Studies discussion while half-listening to a surprisingly interesting and spirited discussion about porn, obscenity laws, porn as objectification of women, etc. I even managed to get in a pretty intelligent comment about the negative impact of the stigmatization of sex. Good stuff.
I'm not doing as well in that class as I thought I was, which pisses me off, but I think if I study enough for the final I should do well enough to put me squarely in the B+ range, which considering my academic apathy this semester is fine by me.
Meanwhile, I've got three hours of the Slowest Workshift EVAR to get through before making a brief appearance at Aubs's joint birthday party, then it's back home to spastically (and probably somewhat drunkenly) try on outfits for the eleventy billionth time and start packing for this weekend. 16 hours and 40 minutes from now, I'll be pickinggrrwoo up at the airport.
This is gonna be a fantastic weekend, kids. Assuming I can get through the rest of this workshift without falling into a coma, that is.
quixoticdancer and I were headed to Bruegger's for lunch.We only talked for a few minutes today, both of us being on our way to other things. Mostly we talked about my hair--it's longer and dyed differently than it was the last time she saw me. As we parted ways, there was no, "Call me!" or "We should hang out soon!" We both know by now that we won't see each other again until the next time we run into each other, on our way to somewhere else.
Thinking about it now, I'm amazed at what she doesn't know. She doesn't know that this is my big weekend. She doesn't know about the flood or the ants or Jason's dad's brain cancer. She doesn't know what my thesis is about or what classes I'm taking this semester, where I'll be working this summer or who I plan to visit when Aubs and I drive to DC. She doesn't know that I'm planning a trip to Europe by myself in the fall. I find it inexpressably sad that her knowledge of me is limited to the color and length of my hair.
Anyway, bittersweet random encounters aside, today was really pretty great. I even went to both of my classes, shocking as it sounds. Best moment of the day is a two way tie between a)dancing spastically around the living room with Aubrey while belting out "Walking on Sunshine" at the top of our lungs and b) trying to write porn in my Women's Studies discussion while half-listening to a surprisingly interesting and spirited discussion about porn, obscenity laws, porn as objectification of women, etc. I even managed to get in a pretty intelligent comment about the negative impact of the stigmatization of sex. Good stuff.
I'm not doing as well in that class as I thought I was, which pisses me off, but I think if I study enough for the final I should do well enough to put me squarely in the B+ range, which considering my academic apathy this semester is fine by me.
Meanwhile, I've got three hours of the Slowest Workshift EVAR to get through before making a brief appearance at Aubs's joint birthday party, then it's back home to spastically (and probably somewhat drunkenly) try on outfits for the eleventy billionth time and start packing for this weekend. 16 hours and 40 minutes from now, I'll be picking
grrwoo up at the airport.This is gonna be a fantastic weekend, kids. Assuming I can get through the rest of this workshift without falling into a coma, that is.
