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October 13th, 2004
05:55 pm - new site Hey everyone who reads my blog on a regular basis I have now moved! Thanks to a brief tutorial in html and the options available on blogger I have made the move over to blogspot. Bookmark me if you'd like at http://angelinaswim.blogspot.com. I will probably spend the next few weeks archiving the entries from livejournal onto blogspot but there will be no new posts in this blog from now on ...
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October 11th, 2004
10:00 am I realized that I posted over a page about the Steelers but nothing about my weekend. This happens every Sunday and then Monday morning I'm like, "Ooop."
- Friday night the movie Friday Night Lights opened. I'd been looking forward to it for awhile and JJ knew I wanted to see it and as he put it, "Girlfriend who wants to see a football movie ... thumbs up ... that's good." We threw it open to a bunch of friends and then our friend Dawn invited, as she put it, half of Wake County. It turned out that they got stuck at a restaurant or something so they didn't make it to the same showing of the movie that we did. "We" was me, JJ, Steve and Sabrina, Adam, Scott and Dave Warner. Afterward we hit City Beverage, which was fun since we hadn't been there in awhile.
- You would not believe what I did on Saturday. I got up, went running, and then JJ and I went to Big Bowl for lunch and Barnes and Noble. After lunch, we sat down on the couch to watch college football. And essentially other than bathroom breaks, we didn't move for the next NINE HOURS. I'm not kidding. We did nothing all Saturday afternoon. While we were doing ... well, nothing ... I had no problem with it. It wasn't until we reached 10 pm that I suddenly thought ... I have done NOTHING all day long. Oy.
-Sunday was the best Sunday I've had in a long long long time. Worship was good ... guest speaker was a little too "in your face" for me ... then headed to the gym. Was planning on lifting and doing something non-impact for the knees which have been killing me, but forgot my shorts. Oops. Can't work out without shorts. In true form, I had my suit, cap and goggles so I swam for about 40 minutes. 400 SKP's warmup and then originally I was going to do a ladder alternating free and IM both up and down but that didn't work out so well. 100 free/200 IM/300 free/400 IM with the free being threshold-ish and the IMs being above that. I finished the 4 IM and thought ... you know, it's time to call it a day. Met up with Dave at Varsity Ale House for the awesome Steelers game (see previous entry), stopped by JJ's on the way home with the plan being if we win, I stop at JJ's and if we don't, I just keep on driving. Grocery store trip with JJ then home to shower and clean up. Talked to the Coopers for awhile ... that's always fun although I always feel a little bad that I just keep talking. I can coax conversation out of a doorknob if I have to and I have this tendency, since I love talking on the phone, to hold the other person captive for extended periods of time. I need to watch that.
- Fall break is this week. Mmmmm ... breaaak. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Hillsongs - Made Me Glad
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October 10th, 2004
07:38 pm - Steelers 34, Browns 23 Call it indoctrination if you will but I think that today I just became a Steelers fan in my own right. I had been lamenting the last couple of weeks that watching Steelers' games via nfl.com's live gamestats just wasn't doing it for me and Dave Warner suggested that maybe we hit up a local bar to watch the Steelers play today. We decided to go to Varsity Ale House and as I got out of my car and walked toward the door I was following 2 guys and a girl dressed in Tommy Maddox (8), Jerome Bettis (36) and Hines Ward (86) jerseys. When I walked in there were probably more than a dozen Steelers' fans sitting at the tables and more coming in the door. When Dave and I tried to get a table I think what we said was, "Well, we want to see the Steelers play ..." and the host hooked us up. Apparently that's the place to be on Sunday if you're a Steelers fan. There was even a mom there with her little boy, probably about 2? and he was dressed in a teeny tiny Steelers outfit. To top it off, the bartender, a probably early to mid-20s dark blonde, was wearing a terrible towel around her waist and then pulled out a Hines Ward jersey that her boss said she couldn't wear in lieu of the Varsity Ale House apparel. My opinion on the bartender? Damn, I'm glad I met JJ first.
I think the moment when I realized I was an actual fan and not just a fan by proxy is when Roethlisberger made a huge play in the second quarter, throwing a 37 yard pass on the run to Plaxico Burress for a touchdown and I jumped (or tried to jump) to my feet and slammed my right arm into the table because I had forgotten the table was there. Ow. Hopefully there won't be a bruise ... I don't think I hit it that hard.
Highlights from today's game:
- Ben Roethlisberger's 6 yard run, ending in a dive over a Cleveland Browns' defender for the touchdown in the 1st quarter. - Roethlisberger's 37 yard pass to Plaxico Burress, thrown on the run, for a touchdown in the 2nd quarter - Duce Staley's personal record tying 3 consecutive games with 100+ yard for rushing
They played well today ... these were just my favorites. I've been heavily interested in watching the rookie's progress and if people are still waiting for him to choke, I think that today, if they had any brains, they would have given up idea. As a first year player in the NFL, even with my extremely limited football knowledge, Roethlisberger is doing very very well. He just settles into the pocket, looks like he trusts his offensive line and a couple of weeks ago, when he was about make his starting debut his own offense was saying that he didn't quite have the system down, that he wasn't necessarily ready but it seems like the offense has taken to Roethlisberger. He's certainly doing his job and is 3-0 in the first year of his pro career. Not bad for the 23-year-old rookie who played for Miami of Ohio last year and 11th pick in last year's draft. The Steelers are hopefully patting themselves on the back for that one. Dave and I thought today, though, that Tommy Maddox, even though he's supposed to be back in 4 weeks, might be out of that starting job if Big Ben keeps this up.
Bottom line: Steelers are now 4-1 and #1 in AFC north. They play the Dallas Cowboys next Sunday.
I think I'm buying Steelers' apparel (read: t-shirt ... those jerseys, even the knock-off ones, are a packet) sometime this week so I don't feel so out of place watching the game.
For more commentary on the game visit Dave Warner's football blog. Current Mood: happy
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October 9th, 2004
10:16 am I'm not entirely sure how accurate this is just because, well, I'm not really athletic anymore (read: flabby, out of shape) and well, I never thought of myself as progressive. But there you have it.
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October 7th, 2004
01:53 pm I'm reading a book chapter on vision and visual cortex and did you know that the word for "double vision" is diplopia? What a fun word to say ... diplopia ... diplopia ... diplopia ... seriously, try it ... it's highly amusing. Current Mood: amused
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08:22 am When you get up in the morning and it says "Current temperature 48, today's high 74" you know it's going to be a good day.
Hooray for fall!
Last night I did a college fair for Wash U out at Chapel Hill High School. I think either I'm getting old(er) or I hang out with too many old(er) people because some of these kids looked ... really young.
Most commonly asked questions:
*What's the most important thing on the application they look at? *What's the average SAT score? *If my son/daughter [tutors, owns his own small business, got a summer research grant from NIH, plays 8 instruments, speaks 18 languages, raised 3 children, works 4 jobs, plays 5 sports and got a perfect on his SATs AND ACTs] will he be accepted at Washington? *What's the average GPA?
Some uncommon questions and my reactions:
*So my son had a bad experience with dating ... and his grades weren't so good ... is there some way admissions can take that into account? My thought: Tough luck buddy, tell your son to suck it up. One word for your son: compartmentalize. My answer: Well, Washington is looking for students that they believe will be successful if they're accepted. I don't really think they'll just look at his GPA and write him off if he shows he's a well-rounded student.
*I'm really interested in political economy ... and just political economy ... what's that program like at Wash U? My thought: What the heck is political economy? We have a major in political economy? My answer: This book has all the majors and minors listed in it ... if we flip to political economy (flips pages) you can read all about the major here ...
*Do they have Korean at Wash U? I only want to go to a college that has Korean. My thought: You're basing where you're going to college on whether or not they teach Korean? Have you tried the University of Northern Korea? My answer: Well let's see ... no ... sorry ... looks like Wash U doesn't offer Korean.
Things I learned about Wash U from my presentation partner (Class of '89)
*There used to be a drinking contest in Bowles Plaza (outside Mallinckrodt) called "Tag." Here's how it works. There are 6 people on a team. They each have about 4 oz. of beer (she said about half a glass) in front of them. On the referee's signal, the first person drinks, as soon as he/she's done and puts the glass down, the next person drinks, and on down the row, the last person drinks twice, and then they come back up the row. A stopwatch times them. There were apparently brackets for all this ... so you'd compete head to head with another team and then make quarterfinals, semifinals and finals to win. They quit the year after she graduated.
*The dean of the architecture school designed Eliot Hall (the one on main campus, not the dorm that was imploded a couple of summers ago)and then was promptly fired after Eliot Hall was built because Eliot was so ugly.
*Umrath Hall (the dorm) was, for awhile, sinking into the swamp. At one point, there was a crack in her room that grew so much she could see daylight on the other side.
My feet still hurt from standing in heels for almost 3 hours, but it was a lot of fun. I could get used to doing stuff like that. Current Mood: excited
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October 5th, 2004
12:54 pm - The lights In anticipation of the release of Friday Night Lights this weekend, I saw the book at JJ's the other day and decided to borrow it. I basically have to force myself to put it down. Here's what amazes me about it, and I'm only 3 chapters in. The author has somehow managed to capture all the passion and work that goes into high school athletics, and to some extent, college athletics. One of the key characters in the book just got injured and as H.G. Bissinger started to describe what was going through the player's mind ... it was his senior year, could he play, how long before he could play again, what happens afterward ... how linked all of us athletes are. For those of us who were athletes, we really are a different breed and reading it in print, well, we really are a little crazy. This one's gonig right up there with Gold In the Water as one of the best true stores about athletes I've ever read. Can't WAIT for the movie to be out Friday. Seriously.
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10:21 am - Jump, Josh, Jump! You gotta read this from my friend Sabrina's blog. It takes place after the housewarming party they had Sunday night. It is hilarious. Yes, I shamelessly am plagiarizing.
Josh and Mamie stayed around for a short game of Mario Party. When that was done, they set off to leave, but when we opened the door, we realized that it was seriously pouring outside. They would have stayed till it let up, but Josh had to go to the lab (he does scientisty stuff, dont ask for more details that that). Now, rain is rain, no big deal... but our street currently has a river that runs down it because the drains are blocked (so they dont get clogged from construction). So, there's this big river... running right down where their car is parked. The plan was devised that Josh would run out to the car, and pull it into the driveway for Mamie, so she didnt have to step in the big river. Very nice husbandly thing to do. So, Josh makes a run for it... run run running down the driveway... and then he stops short. Stops! In the middle of the pouring rain, he stops in front of the river "I cant make that!" he screams. We're laughing hysterically, standing at the front door watching as he tries to figure out if some part of the river is less wide than the other.... Steve even yelled for him to come back inside if he wasnt going to jump across. But finally he did. It was too funny. Doubled over laughing funny. // posted by Sabrina @ 10:15 AM
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October 4th, 2004
11:33 pm Oh and I forgot. Steelers beat the Bengals, 28-17. Troy Polamalu (or however you spell it) picked off a pass from Bengals QB Carson Palmer in the 4th quarter and returned it 26 yards for a touchdown. Go Steelers. One of these days the game will be broadcast on major network television again and I won't have to just watch highlights. Ben Roethlisberger now has 2 wins in his first two NFL starting games. Sweet. Tired. Bed. Now. Current Mood: tired
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12:00 pm Wow, it seems like its been ages since I've posted. How about some highlights?
- Saturday helped Dave Warner move into his new condo. It was so fast. I have been involved in many a move in the last 4-5 months and this one was by far the quickest. Moving out was about 40 minutes. Moving in was about ... 10. I'm not kidding. We got him into his house so quickly that JJ described it as moving at the pace of a NASCAR pit stop. While we were sitting around talking post-move-in I actually got to talk to someone who watches the Steelers other than JJ. It is almost scary how quickly I've been assimilated into football culture. Really. Scary. But I have to admit I have this interest in seeing where Ben Roethlisberger's career takes him. Haven't actually seen him start yet but JJ has been recording the games so hopefully at some point I can watch key plays 3 weeks later.
- Saturday afternoon we went to Scott's and watched the UGA/LSU game over there. Jamie and I were asking why the defensive line and offensive line assume the stances that they do so JJ was trying to explain it, essentially using Scott as a demonstration prop. BEST quote of the weekend: JJ - "OK, Scott ... you're the defensive lineman ..." All right, maybe you had to be there.
- Saturday night we had WAM rehearsal. I did lights this week and JJ did sound. Listening to the mix when JJ does sound makes me realize what a VERY LONG way I have to go before I can mix like that. *sigh* I saw that the purple gels in the lights were getting sort of run down so I wanted to replace them. Problem was that in order to replace them you have to shimmy up through a hold in the ceiling of the storage room. I'm not very tall. I stood on the top of a ladder and took a small hop, and hoisted myself up. I am now about 12 feet from the ground. I still couldn't reach the light. I needed something to stand on and so I got a stool. Looking down was a bad idea. Shouldn't have done that. So I finally get the gel pulled out, mess with it for awhile, realize it's not going to work to try and salvage it, put it back in, and now comes the problem of getting down. To get to the top of the ladder again I need to make about a 2 foot drop. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, but it was a blind 2 foot drop. I tried at first to ease myself down but ... my arms got tired. So I got myself back up. My plan then was to dangle from the hole and then just let go. This way, although the drop is then about 4 feet (total drop minus my arm length plus body height) but at least I can see where I'm going. JJ didn't like that idea. He guided my feet back to the top of the ladder. It was an experience. One that has made me wiser. We need a stepstool ... and a taller ladder. Or I need to grow about a foot. And I'm a lot more risk taking than JJ.
- Sunday morning worship was great. Absolutely great. The sound was fantastic, we had an awesome team on the stage. And Josh makes funny faces. Lots of them. Mostly when he was singing. Sometimes Josh just makes funny faces. But yesterday it was when he was singing.
- Sunday afternoon I worked some on a take-home midterm. Exciting. Very.
- Sunday night we went to Steve and Sabrina's for their housewarming party. Sabrina's a good cook. I need to learn to cook like Sabrina. She's also very domestic - she paints, sews, decorates well. If JJ and I end up together for good ... I could learn a thing or two from Sabrina Australie. :-) But it was a good time ... and not just because the food was awesome! I should note that on the way over JJ was on the phone with a friend of his and he ended the conversation with, "Well, I should probably go ... we're headed to a housewarming party for some friends of ours tonight." He then looked at me and said, "You know ... we're so domesticated." No. Kidding.
And here we are again Monday morning. Again. No matter what I do, Monday always sneaks up on me. Current Mood: busy
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September 30th, 2004
03:09 pm - Quick little men This is one of the more random things I will post in my blog ever. But, it amused me so much on my way into work this morning that I was laughing to myself out loud in my car.
My advisor, Neil, talks at an alarming pace. He really does. For the first few weeks I knew him and worked with him I'd leave his office with my head spinning trying to remember anything he'd said. I learned later to smile, nod, but not respond as that took cognitive capacity I couldn't spare, and just process later. He talks so fast that sometimes I wonder how he pulls it off. And when does he breathe?? At any rate, on my way in this morning I started thinking about how he possibly speaks that quickly and suddenly, completely randomly, I started thinking ... what if there was a little bitty man inside Neil's head. And this little bitty man set up this press and put in the letters and turned this little spool and the words came out? The very vision of this little man running around grabbing letters to set up an old school printing press cracked me up. Or what if there's a typewriter style apparatus and this little man has to type out text? Or better yet, a whole TEAM of little men each standing on his own key with a maestro conducting and controlling which letters should be typed in. Poor little men. At the rate Neil speaks, they're probably all tired. Poor poor little men. Current Mood: weird
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September 29th, 2004
09:15 pm - Pictures! OK so time to put my brother on the spot. Click on each of the links below to see Bryant at his best ... or just click them to see Bryant.
Uta and Bryant (????) You know ... I don't want to know
My Asian boys! These guys crack me up. I grew up with David and Johnny (bottom surrounding Bryant) and Danny ... well, I don't ever remember actually MEETING Danny ... although I must have ... since I know him. But Danny's always been around. He's one of my favorites. Don't they look like fun and wouldn't you miss them if you were me???
Even when they try, they just can't make cool Another good one -- David, Bryant, Johnny and Danny
So that set of pictures was taken in Fazoli's. Our favorite Wichita hangout other than Jimmie's Diner. Mmmm ... Fazoooolliiiii's.
Danny and Bryant This was at Danny's house
The team from Chinese Summer Camp in Wichita ...
OK that's it for tonight. Gots stuff to do I do ...
Oh and thanks to Johnny for posting all these pix on webshots ... I gone done stole them Current Mood: exhausted
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September 28th, 2004
04:08 pm - Me and Laurel are so funny ... Talking to my friend Laurel is always an interesting experience. Today we talked about combining our last names with our boyfriends' last names. So for reference's sake that would be Laurel Jacobson and Brian Chu and Angela Wong and JJ Cooper.
Our combinations were: Chucobson Jacobchu Cong (I don't like this one so much ...) Wooper
I think our personal favorite was Wooper. Hi, my name is Angela Wooper, what's yours? Hee hee hee hee hee hee ... I'm WAY too amused by this. Current Mood: giggly
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01:48 pm - Don't shoot! I handed back my class' first exam today. I should have reveled in the fact that out of 10 classes who all took the same exam, my kids were right in the middle. I should have reveled in the fact that the mean for the short answer questions was around 80% which is excellent. I didn't. I had 19 undergraduates who were all upset in one way or another. There were no perfect scores on the exam but there were a few who did extraordinarily well. But we spent the first probably 40 minutes or so of class today on the exam. My intention had been to hand them back, answer any questions, and move on. Ha! Ha HA! Yeah, right. They spent a good 10 minutes complaining about a bad exam. The hard part is ... I don't completely disagree. I think about 1/3 of the questions were designed to "trick" the students and I'm not sure that's fair. On the other hand, the professor gave them fair warning that this was going to happen so I couldn't really defend the students' complaints either. I had about 1/2 the students come up and ask for regrades. I need to instate some sort of regrade policy. But as a result of the complaining (which I knew was going to happen though not to this degree) and as a result of trying to diffuse some of the anger and mutiny I am now completely exhausted AND grumpy. Plus I have unhappy students on my hands that I have to return to on Thursday. Lovely.
I think part of the problem here is that I hold my students to a pretty high standard. I hold myself to a pretty high standard. And high standards have higher potential for disappointment and discontent. That's it! I need to lower my standards and then I'll be happy. You know, I don't like that solution either. Grrr. I'm just very wound up about my class at the moment and between them and my own classes, well, let's just say that I should have done what I first thought when I rolled out of bed this morning: Stay home. Current Mood: cranky
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September 27th, 2004
03:22 pm Glory be and hallelujah. My student who has been calling me Amy for weeks wrote an email today addressing "Angela." Just thought everyone would enjoy that update.
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12:49 pm This weekend was a quest to destress after the week I'd had last week. Mission was mostly accomplished and mostly is as good as it's gotten recently so I'm all up for that.
Friday night JJ and I went to Bailey's with Kenny and April, Dan and Fogle and Sarah. It had been awhile since I had hung out with them so it was fun to catch up again. Afterward we went to Dan and Fogle's and some people played poker. I was too tired to participate, but JJ, and I quote Dan, "... is a really good poker player. It was kind of annoying ..." They were not, however, playing for money so I think JJ played more aggressively than he normally would. Sadly enough, by 10:20 or so both JJ and I were so tired that we decided to call it a night. On our way back I made some mention about how boring we'd become ... that at 10:30 on a Friday night we're so tired that pretty much what sounded best was going to bed.
Saturday I did absolutely nothing. Got up. We went to Jason's Deli for lunch, then we went to EBGames and to Barnes & Noble. JJ and I are very bad at surprising each other. We really are. I saw the new Star Wars DVD set in the window of B & N and made some comment about how the Star Wars DVD re-release was too expensive for me to buy just yet and he responded with, "Well, after we're done here we're going to Wal-Mart and I'm buying you the Star Wars DVD set." So he did. What a nice guy. He also got a new DVD player, which means I got his old one which means I now have a DVD player in my room! And the new Star Wars DVD set. Whee! That afternoon we were originally going to go to Duke Gardens but I was so wiped that I basically just laid there and dozed in and out. I was finally starting to mellow out and even though I'm not all that exciting when I'm mellow, being relaxed for more than 3 seconds at a time does wonders for me. Scott came over later and we went to the pool. Word of warning to those who might still be dabbling in outdoor pools in NC: the night temperatures are cool enough and the day temperatures are moderate enough that the water is going to start cooling down. A LOT. The water was the perfect temperature for outdoor training in the sunshine ... not for lounging around. For dinner Saturday night JJ drove us out to Cary and we ate at Olive Garden. On our way out it was really kind of sad how excited we were about going to ... Olive Garden. We're low maintenence, JJ and me. No one ever said we lived the luxurious and elegant life, that's for sure. Saturday night I slept better than I had in awhile. I was so ... mellow. I was in bed at 10 and slept soundly until 8:20 the next morning when I got up and went running.
Yesterday morning was the first time I'd been to church and not worked the service in quite awhile. I had been looking forward to it but some, albeit minor, technical difficulties wound me up enough worrying about whether the problem had been solved that I never fully engaged. This is something I'm going to have to work on actively or else I think I'm in a little bit of trouble. But I left the church pretty hastily and went home and worked for the afternoon, went back to help with Reel to Real movie night, and then came back home to grade papers and I was originally going to watch the Steelers-Dolphins game but because it was postponed, it wasn't televised here so I had to satisfy myself with nfl.com's live updates. Steelers 13, Dolphins 3 and Ben Roethlisberger now has a win under his belt for his NFL debut. Go Steelers. Current Mood: busy Current Music: Sara Groves - Jesus, You're Beautiful
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September 25th, 2004
10:09 pm - False alarm I've always been pretty straightlaced. Or boring. However you want to describe it. I have friends from every place I've been and those friends are all awesome people. But on a day-to-day basis my life is not the stuff of gossip. It's just not interesting enough. Until yesterday.
Danny and I actually had a chance to chat yesterday. Generally our conversations on AIM go me: Hey! Danny: Hi! me: How's it going? Danny: Good, you? me: not too bad ... Danny: Hey, I gtg me: OK bye.
However yesterday afternoon Danny appeared to have an agenda in mind. We were talking for a few minutes when Danny asked me why I'd been holding out on him. I hadn't the slightest clue what he was talking about. I immediately jumped to my recent brush with doctors and hospitals, which I've kept pretty under wraps meaning that unless you read this or talk to me or JJ on a regular basis, you probably don't know much about it. But that wasn't what Danny had in mind. Apparently, Danny had heard that I was engaged. *choke* *cough* EXCUSE ME?? Of all the things to start a rumor about, this was not good. Charlie had started the rumor. I backtracked and read back over every single conversation I'd had with Charlie in the last 3 months (thank goodness for Trillian log) to make sure I was justified in my fury. I was. Hell hath no fury like Angela's scorn when she's the subject of gossip. ENGAGED? Oy. I quickly set Danny straight and then went on a manhunt trying to find Charlie and gather two pieces of information 1) Why on EARTH he thought I was engaged since I had never said anything to that effect and 2) Who had he told? I needed to do some damage control.
I got ahold of Charlie late last night and the only explanation he gave me was, "Well, you said that things with you and JJ were going well and that it might happen and I just figured it was done." When I had told Charlie that "things were going well" it was the middle of JULY. Why on EARTH he lept to the conclusion that by the end of September it would all be said and done is beyond me. But geez! The marginally good news was that he had, thus far, only informed Danny. And Danny had already been set straight. So I didn't have to go hunt down half a dozen people with Wichita connections before the weekend was out.
Charlie and I used to be best friends. We went to high school together so I guess that qualifies as how we met even if we didn't become good friends until after I graduated. I counted on him to be my rock and I leaned on him whenever I needed an ear. I spent the better part of my college years trying to worm my way into his affections and the summer after my junior and his sophomore year, the summer of 2002, I succeeded. We "dated" for 3 months. But for 2 3/4 months he was in California and I was in Wichita and let me just say that he was NOT GOOD at it. We "broke up" the day before he left to return to MIT and really, I felt about 15 minutes worth of loss. I know it sounds harsh but it was really one of those things where we looked at each other, went, "This is not going to work," I cried, he cried, and we called it. 3 days later I returned to St. Louis for my senior year and never looked back. But for 3 years he had been my best friend and we used to stay up late at night talking about nothing. We read Shakespeare over the phone for my Shakespeare class. He would play Rachmaninoff on the piano for me and put the phone on top so I could hear it. We taught piano lessons to 4 kids the summer of 2001 and at the end we held a recital, complete with us playing a duet - a piece written for 4 hands that we played on 2 different keyboards. We used to play piano with him playing one part and me playing the other. What happened to that Charlie?
Charlie's in his 5th year at MIT working on a master's. He has created a computer program that he put into a robot that makes the robot understand English, and the robot essentially becomes a grammar-bot. I don't know, I just smile and nod. He joined a fraternity his sophomore year and I don't know if it was joining the frat that caused it, or whether the change was bound to happen, but he has been taken over by a level of arrogance I have never seen before. He felt no remorse for starting the "Angela's engaged" rumor and he didn't apologize for it. His only response was, "Well, I thought you were but clearly you're not," and "I'm going to be a pain in the butt, but I'm watching a movie ...." implying that he needed to get off the phone. OK, sure. I don't think he realizes the alarm that he caused, nor do I think he cares. I had hoped that post break-up Charlie and I would still remain good friends. It depends on who you ask but we say we dated for 3 months. Amanda and company could argue, with good reason, that he and I dated more like over a year. Either way, I don't like the Charlie he's become. And I know I've changed, but so has he. I don't know what bugs me more, that it doesn't bother him he started a completely false rumor, or the fact that it doesn't bother him that I was clearly bothered (I was not at my most diplomatic during this conversation). At any rate talking to Charlie yesterday made me realize how any semblance of anything real between Charlie and me is virtually impossible unless I develop an extraordinary level of tolerance for his new personality, or he tones down the know-it-all-ness some. When you look at it that way, it's kind of sad. But the good news is that I've a new rock. And this one looks like a keeper. At least I hope so. Current Mood: annoyed
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September 23rd, 2004
10:23 am Today is going to be one of those days. I can just tell. Last night I got home and I didn't even plug my computer back in. We went to Moe's for dinner and then by the time JJ dropped me off it was around 9:30. An hour and a half and 2 episodes (actually, 1 1/2 ... I missed the first half of the first one because I was on the phone) of Sex and the City later, I rolled over and promptly was dead to the world until about 8:30 this morning. Unreal. I haven't slept as well as I have this week in months. There's apparently something beneficial about working yourself into the ground. I still don't like it. But I got Moe's last night ... mmmmm Moooooeeee's.
On the way in this morning I encountered an interesting situation. I was walking up Franklin towards campus and a guy stopped me asking me if I had 80 cents because he and a woman were trying to get enough money to ride the TTA to Durham. I don't normally carry cash on me but it so happened that I had 30 cents in my pocket ... the remnants of my caffeine money from the day before. I pulled the 30 cents out and said something to the effect of, "I'm sorry, I don't normally carry cash but I have 30 cents ..." And the guy actually looked at me and said, "You don't have 80 cents? How about a dollar?" to which I responded "30 cents is all I've got on me at the moment." Which was true. I had had cash last night but after I paid for dinner that cash was no longer in my wallet. I'm just wondering ... since when do beggars make demands of their mystery benefactors? Had I had a dollar I probably would have given it to him, but all I had was 30 cents. The other thing is, he actually stopped me by getting my attention and holding it. He was very active about it. I really had no graceful way of getting out of the situation. I am a little baffled I guess by the idea that anyone could be so bold. I'm not exactly dainty but that bold I am not.
It's only 10:30 am and already I can feel the shoulders tensing up over the amount of work I have.
Oh yeah, my kiddies are having their first exam today. *shudder* I hope they do well.
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September 21st, 2004
11:11 pm - It gets better Oh remember that shameless plug I made for Scott earlier today? Well ... he cooks, he cleans, he's a musician, he's a TRIATHLETE, and he's SINGLE. Contact me if you're looking for a man with a sweet car and some mad skillz. I'll hook you up. You think I'm kidding? I've got his phone number and email handy ... just try me. ;-)
Conversation tonight after small group between JJ, Scott and me:
Scott: Hey, I liked your e-journal [he didn't know I had a blog before today when I sent him a link to the post about last night] Me [explaining to JJ]: I posted about how Scott cooks, cleans, and is a musician and all JJ: Wow I'm like 0 for 6 ... cooks, no ... cleans, no ... musician, no ... athlete, no ... Scott: But in the end which one of us has the woman?
The man has a point. Scott is hands down the funniest guy I know. Those guys make me world go 'round. Current Mood: amused
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10:02 am - Into each generation is born ... This morning I had blood drawn for what seems like the umpteenth time in a very short number of weeks. I think realistically it was like the 4th. I didn't like the guy who drew it. I really didn't. I tried to tell him that every time I've had blood drawn the phlebotomists have told me that my veins in the crook of my elbow, whence blood is usually drawn, are very deep and as a result they generally use the ones in my hands which are smaller but easier to find. He didn't listen. I believe his response was "People tell me that all the time." As a result, I now have a very painful wound in my right arm. Why? Because the guy stuck the needle in there, didn't hit the vein and so decided to HUNT FOR IT WITH THE NEEDLE. What, was he hoping he'd accidentally nick it or something? My goodness that hurt. I generally don't scream when I'm in pain. I almost whimpered, though. So then he switched arms and put another hole in me, this time in my left forearm and thank goodness he got blood this time. But his eagerness to get to the blood in that one vein made me think that maybe he was really a vampire in disguise. Where's Buffy when you need her?? Current Mood: sore
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