My sugar plum body spray and examined it When I was little, I used to have a theory about my life. It was called, "Good day, bad day". How it went was, if I had an exceptionally good day one day, the next day was destined to be bad, and it usually was. And vice versa. Subconsciously, I think I made myself have these good/bad days. Thank God for being able to put away childish things. I find it extremely cool to be in charge of how my day goes, for the most part. Of course, some things--deaths, freak accidents and whatnot, you can't control, but you can't let something little, like getting soap in your eyes first thing in the morning, ruin your day. And I admit it, I used to let things like that depress me for the whole day. Today went good-bad-good. It could have went from good to bad, but I'd like to think that I'm less of a pessimist than I used to be and that I can make things change just by my attitude. To some of you out there reading this, you might be like "Well, duh, it's all about your attitude." Well, I'm a little bit slower, so fuck off. :-)
So I had sociology, astronomy, and journalism this morning, yadda yadda. Then at lunch, I sat across from Roxy and had the pleasure of watching the girl eat. A word? Disgusting. She dips her fries into a mixture of mayonnaise and pepper. The girl is a stick, but she probably consumes at least 80g of fat per meal. It makes me insanely jealous, but I'm also amused by it. Then she begged me and Forbes to go up to her room and check out her African water frogs. She said that her fish tank lures in men. Forbes and I: "I need to get me a fish tank!"
From 1-2:30pm, Joci and I played email tag. This is one of our favorite games when I'm the unfortunate one on a computer which is too slow to download AOL IM. So we just email back and forth and we usually end up with about 4 or 5 different topics. Today we had 6 going on and in that 90 minutes, we exchanged 84 emails. 84! And our emails are so cool--I had permagrin for the entire hour and a half. We amuse ourselves a lot. Alotalotalot. One of the things from our conversation is one of her sigs now. I'm so flattered! I can't wait to meet her in...9 days!!!
Then, my day kinda went down hill. I was tired, we found out that our intramural softball team couldn't play b/c all the time slots we wanted were taken up, and I found out that Lewie's grandma died. :-( So I was kinda down and out for a couple hours this afternoon. After dinner, I found out that no one wanted to go to the rec tonight. Suever was doing her "Grind" workout video in her room, Linda was out to dinner with her parents and sister to discuss Phoenix, Karen went to her brother's barbecue, and everyone else had studying to do. Blaaaah, so I didn't want to go there alone because I'm a big believer in the buddy system. So I decided, since I also have a "Grind" video, I would do that. So I did that and it made me feel a little better--working out always makes me feel better because I've actually done something. Then Linda and her fam came back and they cracked me the fuck up.
Linda's dad is the biggest country bumpkin. He's also very suspicious of Linda (with good reason) and he's always looking for "evidence" of some sort. He was totally snooping around our room. He picked up (that I can remember):
My sugar plum body spray and examined it
All of Linda's birthday cards and read them
My Sociology notebook (yeah, the evidence is in there, baby)
Everything on Linda's shelves
Everything on Linda's desk
Everything in Linda's makeup case
It was a little insane. He also examined everything on our door, all of our appliances, our CD rack, and every poster we had on the wall. He points at the poster of 2pac and goes to Linda, "Now, who is this? A friend from Phoenix?" LOL. Linda, her sister Stacy, and I were all simultaneously like "It's 2pac!" And her mom looks at the poster (2pac is throwing up some gang sign) and goes "He has something wrong with his fingers." I started giggling and told her that they were frozen like that. Then Linda's dad goes "He's decomposing right now." And I go "I heard he was in Jamaica, working on another album." So we all started throwing out theories about where 2pac was.
Then it was time to get down to business. Linda's dad started lecturing her about why she should stay in Toledo and go to MCO and save money, blah blah. And Linda had an answer for everything he said, of course. So her dad started throwing out alternatives. "Well, what about the marines?" And Stacy, who is a graduate student in Boston, and incidentally one of the smartest people I know, started laughing and that was my cue to laugh. Because, I'd wanted to laugh, but wasn't sure if it was appropriate. Then her dad suggested we take a vote to determine Linda's next move.
All for Linda staying in Toledo and finishing up at MCO? (He raised his hand.)
All for Linda joining the Marines? (Stacy and I raised our hands, LOL)
So in the end, Linda's dad ended up being semi-cool with it. But before he left, he gave it one last shot with the Marines...
"You know, Paris Island in South Carolina is very warm..."