That was fast...

"Shannon isn't interested, though. She's really not."

My bad. And I will explain that from the very beginning.

I slept Monday night, as planned. I woke up at an okay hour on Tuesday, went to my math class, was exhausted by the time chem discussion rolled around. Tuesday night I tried to do homework. I actually stopped myself from going to the RSA office, until about 10, because at that point I needed Eddie's help for chem, and he helped me, and I got my chem mostly done. And then, naturally, I stayed in the office and didn't do much more homework. I still had German and Understanding Music to do, so I worked on it for a while in the office, then in my room, and Alice came up to my room. And we ended up swinging on the swingset at 2 in the morning because it hit 50 degrees (actually, 48 by the time we got back in the room!). And then I worked on homework some more, and I think Alice did, too, and then Alice, Shannon, Alicia, and I went on a 4 am photo shoot. Brilliant. There are lots of awesome pictures, and I will e-mail them to those interested. Many (but not all) of them will also show up on facebook in the near future. Well, we finished the night by talking. Shannon explained to me that she does like Richard, but she pushed him away because she didn't want to hurt our friendship, which she values more than some guy. I appreciate that, and I also feel like a bitch for making her choose to do that. The discussion continued and it turns out that... he knows I like him.

And that was the first step to recovery. My infatuation has faded faster than some Joe Six-Pack's beer playing the "maverick" drinking game during the VP debate. But the last few drops are still at the bottom of the can. Honestly, I'm over him. I mean, he's still a good person, fun to be around, and I'm still impressed by him on a regular basis, but I realize that, well, I was being ridiculous, and I'm done with that. Right now it's the little things that get me. There's a silly little game where you tie a straw wrapper in a knot and think of someone. Then, when you pull on the ends of the wrapper, if the knot is gone, they're thinking of you, too. I don't have anyone else to think of. I default back to him.

Tonight (Friday night, that is) we went dancing again. I'm not much of a dancer, so I was standing around feeling awkward. Jay danced with his girlfriend, Richard danced with Shannon, Sarah... wiggled her knees leaning against a wall. Shannon and I talked in the bathroom. She told me to dance with her. I told her she had my blessing to dance or do whatever she wanted with Richard. At this point in the night, Shannon and I also decided to keep count of who more guys tried to dance with: her, me, or Jay's hot girlfriend Cari. When I tried to dance with Shannon, though, Richard kept pulling her back to him. So... awkward Sarah resumes her little wall dance.

I won. I won the game. Cari only had one guy try to dance with her, not counting Richard, because, while Jay can't dance, he was being very... possessive/protective/whatever. It was cute. It made us all laugh a little bit, and laughing at Jay was a large part of the reason I paid $10 to get in. Seriously. Shannon's magic number was 2, and one of them was really really drunk and on his way out, so I'm not sure if he counts. Mine... Mine was 4. FOUR GUYS. I'm not sure how old the first one was, 'cause I couldn't see his face that well. It kind of creeper me out. The second one was really tall, actually talked to me. He's a former meteorology major, named Jonathan. He taught me the Cuban Shuffle. The next one was pushed over to me by his friends. Reasonably good looking. The fourth... was dancing with me at the same time. Damn straight, Sarah was in a Sarah sandwich! And I'm okay with that. Shocked, certainly, but okay. I had fun. I danced. I danced with strangers. I danced with strangers in a club. I danced with strangers in a club while sober.

We came back around 1:15. We went to the RSA office and put in a movie. I fell asleep with my head on Shannon's lap right away, and woke up 15 minutes into the movie. I didn't figure I would make it through the movie, so I wished everyone a good night and left. I was actually in bed, sleeping, by 2:30 am. That's progress, sadly enough. Around 4:30, I got a drunk phone call from a friend. Not going into details on that, because it's not important and they're not necessarily my details to give out. And I couldn't fall back to sleep because, as dicussed... fucked up sleep schedule. Around 5, I heard the doors to my hall open. I figured that meant Shannon was back and I was going to ask her if she had a good night or whatever. Well, the answer went without saying. I looked through my peep hole and saw Shannon and Richard kissing. Nay, making out. Well, alright then. She has my blessing.

However, this being the weekend that it is, all of that takes a backseat to my final message:
BOOMER SOONER! sɐxǝʇ SUCKS!

Parli Pro!

"I move for strippers!"
"Second!"
"I move to lay the motion on the table."
"I move to take the motion from the table."
"I move for further investigation of the motion."

This is the kind of thing we accomplish in Bylaws Committee meetings. Yay for parliamentary procedure.

Intense

This week has been kind of intense. Several times I have considered posting with a bunch of day-to-day details, but I'm not sure what would get me in trouble and what would just be stupid and mundane. I've probably told most of you everything that's been going on anyway, and if you want some more details, you can call me sometime or send me an e-mail.

Here is the short version:
My sleep schedule is ruined. I'm trying to reset it tonight, which is why I'm up right now, typing this. I went to the Health Center on Friday and got some meds, but I haven't taken any of them yet. My cold seems to be getting better. But I swear I'll take the meds tomorrow night. As a matter of fact, I'll take the antibiotic later this morning. Umm... I've been contemplating dropping my calc class while I could still get a "W" for withdrawing instead of an F or whatever, but my math teacher talked me out of it. Apparently 53/100 was actually a relatively high score on that test, and I'd rather stay as far ahead as possible. I think I'll still be able to maintain my scholarships, but I guess it's not a sure thing until the end of the semester, because he said he'll put it on a curve then. Other classes are going fine.

The social side of college life is actually the part that's made the last week so intense. I've spent a lot of time with all of my friends--Shannon, Richard, and Alice especially. But on Tuesday Richard and Shannon started getting to know each other and Richard very obviously started liking Shannon. Shannon, Richard, Jay, and I all went to a club on Friday night; Richard danced only with her. There's more, but I'm not going to bitch about that now because I've been bitching all weekend to everyone already. Shannon isn't interested, though. She's really not. She was kind of enjoying the attention, just because it's attention, and it's from a guy. I can understand that. I'd probably do the same thing. But she's apologized to me a lot and she's talked to him and told him that she just wants to be friends, so I think it's all good. The unfortunate thing in all this is that I haven't learned my lesson. I'm a fool and I'm still infatuated. As a drunken Alicia said earlier tonight, "Being a girl sucks, because we have emotions." Yeah, we all had fun laughing at Alicia. That's mean, but it's true. She's a kind of silly drunk. She's not the only one (and with that I apologize for all my previous rantings against drunk people).

And the winner is...!

If there were an award for the most desperate form of procrastination, I would have won it last night. It was 1:30 am, I had about an hour of German homework left to do, and I was scrubbing the bathtub. I mean... I guess it was productive procrastination in any case. Time spent scrubbing the tub is better than time spent perusing facebook.

Unrelatedly, I'm really glad the Starbucks in the Union has opened. The lines are much shorter now in the library's cafe while I'm waiting between Understanding Music and Chem.

Lovely side effects of being sick

Sunday, Richard took me to Walmart so I could find some cold medicine. The cold is his fault anyway, but he seemed happy to take me. He was a perfect gentleman, holding open doors and waiting patiently while I made my selections. And then we went to GameStop, because it's right across the parking lot from Walmart. He mentioned that he had a $5 gift card to a local frozen custard place and I thought he said "we should go" but he drove back to the dorms after GameStop, so I'm not sure if I misheard, or if he meant "another time" or what.

The drugs helped a lot, but just when I thought my cold was starting to go away, it seems to be getting worse again. I've been absolutely hacking all day, and it's gross and it hurts and I'm sick of being sick. I meant to go to Goddard (Health Center) this afternoon, but I fell asleep, and then when I woke up I had places to be, things to be fashionably late for (is there such thing as being fashionably late to a meeting of a by-laws committee?). But my day was otherwise fun. I went to my meeting, then I met Alice at her office hours and we chilled out for a while. Richard wasn't around most of the time, because he was taking a test, but he arrived later and we all chatted for a while before closing up the office. I think he was impressed by the fact that I can write in elvish (I had mentioned in the other night, but tonight I was actually writing something), but he tried to downplay it by telling us his father was fluent in Klingon. We closed up just about on time tonight, and I got teased again for the fact that I'm supposedly only in there once a week. Tomorrow is my actual night for office hours, though, so I've got an excuse for the next time.

Speaking of tomorrow: ugh. I have a big math test that I'm not looking forward to at all. Also, speaking of tomorrow: Go Twins! I am so excited! Some kid gave me his password to watch the game online, too, so I guess I know what I'll be doing during office hours (besides ogling).

Oh, and one more thing... Alice suspects he likes me back! (Wow, I feel so... middle school...)

Schedule Change!

Yay, I'm no longer working 21 hours/week! I've dropped my Sunday shift, so now I work Saturday 11-6, Tuesday 1-6, and Friday 3-6. However, I don't think they'll keep me at work the whole time tomorrow. First off, it's not a game day, so there won't be all that many people around that would go all the way up to Campus Corner. Second, I've got a kind of bad cold--lots of sniffling and a hacking cough. I don't imagine that will be very appetizing to customers.

Yeah, not working Sundays might be a good thing. Last weekend (after I chilled out in the RSA office until 3) I woke up at noon. I was supposed to start at 11. Whoops. Actually, I was the first person in other than the manager. It seems everyone overslept.

Yesterday was my day for RSA office hours. I've concluded that I spend way too much time in that office. After hours ended (11 p.m.) I stuck around for another hour and a half to help Richard reorganize everything. Well, almost everything. The office is split into three parts--the social area, the study office, and the... other room, which is basically storage right now. We completely cleaned out those first two rooms; rearranged furniture; emptied, sorted, and refilled shelves; DUSTED. Yeah... I spent an hour and a half (possibly more) cleaning a room I'm only supposed to see once per week. But the truth is that I go down there pretty much every time they're open. Usually there's someone there to hang out with, whether or not that includes Richard. On that topic, I got mentioned BY NAME in his facebook status afterwords (He [is stoked about how good his office looks now. Thanks [me]!"), and he also commented on my status (I "just spent an hour and a half cleaning a room [I] only see once a week." "You so see it more than once a week.") I think I need a new hobby. I also think I should work on keeping my own room that nice (both my room and home and my dorm here).

A word on work

I realized that I've been weird and mopey and lovey-dovey and just generally annoying for the past several posts, and I apologize for that. For a quick change of pace, I'm going to write about work instead.

Work is interesting. Actually, no. it's not. It's incredibly boring. In my previous job, you were expected to be busy at all times. The only times you could be sitting around were when you had just gone to get subway and needed to stop to eat it. Otherwise, there were make-lines to wipe, floors to sweep, dishes to clean, tiles to scrub, whatever. We don't really do those things at my new job. I know they mop the floors at some point, though I've never seen them doing it. Same goes with the bathrooms. But basically all we do is make sandwiches and slice sandwich toppings. I guess that's fine, but it means I have a lot of down time. Down time isn't always good. It makes me sleepy. But whatever. We sit around and eat sandwiches, and I study for classes I don't want to waste actual free time on. It's all good. Today, we were sitting around in the back office and someone else who was working asked me "Do you smoke pot?" And he meant it, too. Because that's what people normally have conversations about at my work--places they have purchased, smoked, and in some cases grown marijuana. After I told him I didn't, he said "Okay. Just checking, because I realized I hadn't actually asked you that. You're about the only one here who doesn't." That's right. I work with a bunch of potheads. The thing is, I relate to them better than I related to 90% of my high school graduating class, and better than at least 75% of the girls on my floor. They're all really nice people, and fun to talk to. And, no, it's not like they come into work stoned or anything. It's just something they all have in common.

As for the actual working part of work, it's going fine. Bicycle deliveries are great fun, and I'm learning the layout of the town a little bit more, which is kind of nice. Obviously it's still not downtown Norman or anything, but I'm getting an idea for the major local roads and things. The tips are nice. Basically I'm considering them spending money and I'm going to put everything else away in savings, for now anyway.

Plans for Wednesday:
9:30-German
10:30-Understanding Music TEST (Middle Ages and Renaissance)
Whenever I get out of the test-Study abroad informational session (counts as "cultural event" for German)
1:30-Chem lecture (test Thursday night, 7:00 pm)
5:30-Office hours for Calc Prof. That class is getting nasty, and I'm not sure why, especially since I'm pretty sure I've learned the material before.

I'm going to miss part of my RSA office hours on Thursday, and this makes me sad. Not just because of the president, but because all the people who work Thursday nights are really fun people. We bond over funny music (primarily risque showtunes) and procrastination.

I could have danced all night!

But I didn't. As a matter of fact, I never really started dancing.

Last night there was a watch party for the football game. At halftime there was a dance party, hosted by the Adams Center RSA, primarily Richard. So, naturally, I volunteered to come help. Well, there wasn't much helping for me to do. Actually, I ended up leaving the watch party and then coming back for halftime just to go to the dance party. I realized how stupid that was almost immediately, so instead of dancing, I played pool with some other guy who I don't really know. Our skill levels were about equal, as far as I could tell (but I would never recognize it if someone was letting me win). Well, we each had one ball left on the table, when Richard came over and literally pulled me away from the pool table by the arm and onto the dance floor. And then he went and danced with the group of people he was friends with, leaving me standing awkwardly on the dance floor. After maybe 20 minutes of trying to convince myself to let loose--and failing miserably--I sat down on a couch while everyone else danced or watched the football game. Another promise of the party, was video games. Video games I can do. Video games I can, at the very least, watch without feeling totally awkward.

So that's exaclty what I did. I watched video games, then I played video games. And when the party was over I helped Richard and the other RSA presidents clean up and we carried some equipment back to the RSA office in Adams. After that, we just hung out in the office for several hours. It was a lot of fun actually, and I think we bonded rather effectively. We even had a discussion about how neither of us was ever nerdy enough for the nerds or cool enough for the normal people. Now, if that's not meant to be, I don't know what is. Moreover, I found out the he occasionally DM's for D&D (his friends ask him to because apparently he's a dick about it and it's fun), and he doesn't like Macintosh at all, not even the iPod. Squee!

And then today I overslept and was an hour late to work. I came in the door, said "I overslept. Do I still have a job?" and the manager who was in at the time said it was no big deal; everyone who was supposed to come in had overslept. I was actually the first non-manager to make it into the store. But seriously... whoops!

Farmers' Market

Today OU hosted a great little farmers' market in honor of Green Week. It was supposed to be out in the Walker-Adams Mall, but it was moved inside because of, you guessed it, the rain. Nonetheless, it was quite lovely. A whole lot of locally grown foods. Delicious whole wheat cookies, gourmet cheeses, fresh cucumbers and pumpkins, and gallon jugs of honey. In the end the event was rather pointless, and I can't imagine it was too profitable for the sellers who set up booths. We are college students. We have meal plans, not kitchens. We aren't even allowed toasters, so we the honey was nearly made useless. I bought some anyway. Not a gallon, but a little bottle, though, trust me, I would have gone for the gallon instantly if I had $30 to just throw away. It would all be crystalized before I could use a quarter of it. Oh, and the cheese! They didnt' have anything extremely sharp, but it was still very tasty. I wanted to get some but I really don't have a good excuse to spend $8 for "about a pound." Maybe I'll get some tasty cheese on my next Target run.

At RSA we had a nice, long discussion about dialect. A few actual Oklahomans were with us, and one realized for the first time the ridiculousness of the phrase "fixin' to," as in "We're fixin' to go get supper." I picked on my own accent. It was all good fun. Oh, and we had an oddball music contest by hooking our computers up to the surround sound system in the office. It started out with mostly sex-related songs, but moved on to 90's pop and "Life's Gonna Suck" fast enough. And then right back to sex songs. Ah, what a great group.

Yay, new friends, though. Alice, who hurt her hip and will be in a wheelchair for "a week or two" has dabbled in D&D, so it sounds like she and I are going to seek out a group so we have someone to play with. The new group of friends I was with also joined the crusade to get me on WoW. I just don't know if I have the free time for it to be worth $15/mo. We'll see.

Wet

I chose a good time to take the pictures off my cell phone, because now, just a few days later, it doesn't work. At all. It turned itself off without telling me and it won't turn on again. Therefore, please refrain from calling and especially texting until further notice (calls don't really matter, but I'd hate to pay for texts I'm never going to receive). My only suspicion as to what happened is that it might have gotten wet in the rain yesterday. Actually, I know it got wet in the rain yesterday, but it was working just fine while I was actually out in the rain, and for a few hours after that. Everything inside (well, the SIM card and the battery) seems dry, but who knows?

As I mentioned, though, rain. It's been really wet here the last few days. It's not bad. It's actually nice, warm rain. It's was pouring yesterday, but it still never got below 70. You know me: I dance in the rain, I walk in the rain. I love it. What I don't love is the way it affects the air inside buildings. It is so humid in my dorm that I put on a fresh pair of pants this morning and they were already cling-to-your-legs wet. It's so humid in the classrooms that the perforated edges on the notebook pages serve no purpose--the rest of the page rips just as easily. I don't mind rain outside, but inside, it's a bit of a nuisance.

Also, I took the pictures off my phone today, because I have way too many. Here's one that's kind of neat:




Those are the actresses from the TV Show Greek who play Rebecca Logan and Ashleigh [whatever her last name is]. They were here to get people registered to vote. They were also signing autographs, but I didn't have time to wait in line, because that was Tuesday, and I was working. Instead, I took a picture and left.



There is also, for those interested, a picture of me with a Barack Obama cardboard cutout. it's totally nerdy and I look like and idiot, but that's okay. E-mail me if you want to see that (I'm refraining from putting pictures of actual non-celebrity people in this blog, for privacy's sake)

A moment of regret

So far, I can name two regrets of college:
1) that I wasn't in Minnesota at the time of the RNC. Not that I care about the convention itself, but rather the protests that were happening at the time, which I would have participated in.
2) I didn't go to that party tonight. Richard was going to a friend's 21st birthday party. It was at a pub & grill and I got invited by Richard, as did the other girl who was hanging out at RSA tonight. But I didn't go because I was being responsible and doing my math homework and she did and he wrote on her wall on facebook about how much fun the party was. And then, on top of it all, we got an extension on the math homework, so I didn't need to do it anyway. I find this whole mess really frustrating. I think I've reached a point of desperateness (real word) at which I need to be slapped. Seriously, who needs guys? ... Oh, right. Me.

Well, I did most of my math homework anyway. I work tomorrow from 2-6. Then from 7-9 I'm going to the Academic Team practice to see what that's all about. I think tomorrow I'm going to ask at work about knocking off a few of my shifts, because, while the schedule is manageable and even maintainable, I just don't want to work that much. I want a social life. I want to have fun. But if you're wondering, no, I don't want to go to bed before 2:30.

Earlier today I had the required Alcohol Education course. It only took about half an hour. It was lame and most of it was stuff I already knew. My opinion on the matter is that alcohol typically tastes gross, so what's the point? I'd be happier with a Coke or a coffee. Plus, I don't know that I could trust myself drunk. I've done some pretty stupid stuff sober, and I don't think my judgment would improve under the influence. And that, ladies and gentlemen, makes me the 1 in 5 University students (at OU, but the national numbers are supposedly comparable) who does not drink. What a loser.

And then there was Caribou!

And it was amazing.

The other day Kate was walking around in Xcetera (the convenience store located on the first floor of Walker residence hall) and she found Caribou Coffee Iced Coffees. You know, the ones that come in the adorable metal bottles. I'm pretty sure I'm in heaven now, except for the fact that I probably don't have enough money to be buying a whole lot of those. Or do I? Today I made $17 in tips from deliveries. More than two hours' wages' worth. I'm awesome! Of course, that's probably going directly into my Sooner Sense card so I have laundry money, because the stupid machines here cost $1.25 and don't take quarters. Seriously, what kind of washing machines don't take quarters? Lame.

In other work-related news, I wiped out on my bike today. I'm kind of an idiot. As far as I know, I'm just fine. Basically I was trying to get onto a driveway so I could get from the road to the sidewalk, but the driveway I chose wasn't even with the road at all, so my tire wasn't able to make the jump and I skidded and fell. For the most part, I caught myself on my hands, but I also banged my chin kind of hard. That's the only injury I'm worried about, because my jaw is still kind of sore and one cheek is a little bit swollen(this happened at about 11:30 this morning). My plan is to wait and see if it gets better. If it is not better by Tuesday, or if it gets worse by tomorrow, I will go have it checked out. In the meantime, I'll try to talk it off.

Last night I had a laundry party with Alice from RSA. She's sweet. We sat around and waited for my laundry, drank some Coca-Cola, and bonded over the fact that both of our homes are hundreds of miles away and everything is weird here.

This week (evenings/extracurriculars):
Monday: METR 1111, Alcohol Education with my dorm floor, possibly Academic Team practice, RSA meeting
Tuesday: Work, Academic Team
Wednesday: Hmm... Do I not have anything going on Wednesday?
Thursday: RSA
Friday: Work
Saturday: Work
Sunday: Work

T.G.I.F.

I won't lie: it's been a kind of long week. At the same time, it's unbelievable to think that it's already September 5. I've gone through fully two weeks of classes and I'm starting to get used to it. That's nice.

However, I am beginning to worry that I'm overloading myself.
I am in or hope to be in the following:
-a job
-academic team
-debate
-RSA
-good academic standing
-a state of consciousness during daylight hours.
-young democrats/students for Obama
-Honors College
-various meteorology-related groups

And the job will probably be the first one I drop. Honestly, the only thing I'm worried about is that it will look good on future job applications. But... I am, first and foremost, a student, right? I was laughing at that the other day. Supposedly, one should study three hours outside of class each week for every credit hour the class is worth. This semester, that means I should be studying 45 hours a week, plus about 15 hours of actual classes. Way more than full time. Definitely not happening. So the job actually seems like a good thing to put away, at least for now. Honestly, just by making it through the next two weeks I'll earn over 200 dollars, if I work as scheduled. Mind, I'm already giving up 5 hours or so tomorrow, whether they like it or not. Who knows, it might be the shortest employment ever... (Not my fault. Football game is a required attendance event for National Merit Scholars and I talked to the manager who said "don't worry, we'll work it out"--very vaguely).

I will post more later tonight, probably, but I have to go to a movie now (Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull--not to be confused with the beginning of "The Librarian II", which specifically mentions said skull, two years before this Indiana Jones came out), and I'm posting this now so that the title doesn't become irrelevant.

Things are getting better.
I'm giving my roommate another shot. Obviously I was upset at first and I'm willing to admit that I probably was being a bit... hasty to judge. She's been extremely friendly since she got back, and so I'm going to let that happen and try to return the gesture. My suitemates... well, I'll deal with them another day if necessary.
First day on the job wasn't bad. During a five-hour shift, I made one delivery and earned precisely $1.50 in tips. Yay, me! I got tips! My coworkers tell me I'm learning fast, but as with my last job, the first few days are kind of spent not having a clue what to do. As for the schedule, I've figured out that I can make it to the park where the School of Meteorology picnic is being held reasonably quickly from work on my bike. And for Saturday and the football game I should either be able to find a sub by the time I need to be at the game or I won't need to come in, because apparently game days are slow for business anyway.
And now I'm working on German. This is important. That is all. Bye!

I repeat:

I am sick of drunk people.
No matter what campus they're on.

Third post today, a new record!

So.... I may have messed up this employment thing already.
My work schedule looks like this:
Tuesday 1-6
Friday 3-6
Saturday 11-6
Sunday 11-6

My schedule of random stuff going on this week looks like this:
Tuesday 5:30-6:30, OU SCAMS meeting (OU Student Chapter of the American Meteorological Society)
Friday 5-9, School of Meteorology Welcome (Back) Picnic
Saturday 1:15-whenever the football game ends, Football versus Cincinatti, a required appearance for all National Merit Scholars

I was kind of hoping to have this job for at least a week, so I'm trying to sort this stuff out. Tuesday's meeting I can miss. As a matter of fact, I could miss a whole semester's worth of Tuesday meetings, because the membership fee is semesterly. Friday, I could show up late, but I would have to figure out how to get to Lion's Park, where the picnic is being held. It's off campus, at least a mile, I think. Originally I had planned to carpool with someone, but I can't expect someone else to show up late just for me. Also, there may be important speakers whose speeches I shouldn't miss. Saturday, I just can't do anything about. I mentioned it to the guy who was setting up my schedule and he said I could probably just find a sub, so I guess I'm okay for that, except that I don't know anyone and everyone goes to football games here if they can, and so anyone who's not already working probably has season tickets and won't want to miss the game.

Roommate's not back yet. I also haven't talked to the RA yet, because I was right about to before I went to the interview, then I didn't think I would have time (it turns out I was right, because I initially took the wrong street to get to Jimmy John's and would have been late if I had left any later). By the time I got back, the RAs office hours were over.

On another annoying note, it turns out that I absolutely NEED the 6th edition of my calc book, which means I have to go buy it tomorrow, hopefully sometime before my 9 am class so I can get my assignment done. That's just great.

Overall, today was not as fabulous as originally predicted.

Stupid Alanis Morrisette song...

Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?
I got a job on Labor Day. I start tomorrow. I don't work after 6:00 on any given day. I work 21 hours a week. And it all goes around the rest of my schedule. So, yeah. I'm awesome.

Well, it's not the Weather Center...

About an hour ago I got a phone call from the manager at Jimmy John's at Campus Corner. In about 10 minutes, I'm leaving for an interview. Yay, employment. Now I might be able to afford to stay at school here next semester! Plus, I can almost guarantee it pays more than my last job. As a matter of fact, if it doesn't, I'm turning it down. But it will. It said "reasonable pay" and my last job did not pay reasonably. If you're interested, I'll let you know how it goes.

All sorts of advice

The main issue for me right now is still the roommate thing. I know I've been whining to a lot of people lately, and the advice I've received has ranged from "wait it out" to "punch her out." The number one tip I've gotten is "talk to her," but that's made difficult by the fact that I am non-confrontational and she is not on campus. So, I've turned to the internet, which has suggested that I talk to the RA. And that has seemed like a logical choice from the beginning. I'd like to talk to the RA before Libby is back on campus, but the schedule she has posted is for a normal class week, so I don't know what hours she'll be around tomorrow. Oh, well. It's not like I have any big plans; I can wait around. And of course, there's the question of what time Libby will be coming back. She said probably around 9, but we'll see.

On a slightly more cheerful note, kind of, I realized this afternoon that Oklahoma weather is affected by hurricane season. I guess that should have been more obvious, but I didn't catch on until I saw on the news that we might actually get some rain from the extreme edges of Gustav. Weird. That kind of thing doesn't really happen at home.