A) I overslept my internship on Wednesday. I’m not talking about by a few minutes, either. I woke up half an hour AFTER when I was supposed to LEAVE the station. Yeah. I frantically searched for the phone number of the station and left my supervisor a ridiculous, harried, teary voicemail that featured half a million apologies. Never in my life have I felt worse about oversleeping.
B) We are watching The Day After Trinity in my Physical Science lab. It’s a documentary about Robert Oppenheimer, who directed the lab at Los Alamos in New Mexico. Los Alamos is where the first atomic bomb was built. This is relevant to the course because we are currently discussing atoms and fission and fusion and other physics-related things I would normally hate, but … I am actually really excited about watching the other half. I’m a nerd.
C) All the Greek organizations at my school participate in a singing and choreographed dancing competition to raise money for our philanthropies. My sorority has a strong tradition of winning — We’re the strongest on campus. — and my big sister, one of her roommates, and one of my former roommates are putting it together. It’s going to be fabulous, y’all. I’m participating, despite the fact that I? Cannot dance. Like, at all. However, I am proud to inform y’all that I learned an entire dance and only have trouble with one part. Maybe I can dance.
D) My boyfriend and I had a fight last night. We’re both really busy, so we hardly see each other. I’ve been feeling kind of neglected by him lately, and there have been some things in the past that frustrated me that I never mentioned, so it all exploded last night. We are absolutely fine, though. Sometimes all that hurt and sadness and pain can be really healing to a relationship. I know some people think I should just break up with him, but those are people who are unqualified to give relationship advice, people who don’t know all the details, and people who just don’t get it. I love him. Even if he and I do not get married, I love him. He’s one of my best friends, and I owe it to our relationship to try my hardest to make it work so if it isn’t forever, I can say that he and I did our best. Also, it would be helpful if people tried not to mettle. I’ll discuss it if I want to discuss it, and it just so happens that outside of generalities or venting, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
E) A few students in Radio Drama with me are working on making our advisor a little less “square.” She has recently learned the phrase “Word up” and said she would greet her husband with that when he came home from work. I have it on good authority that she greeted one of my classmates with “Word up” this morning. Awesome.
F) I rocked out at my internship today! My supervisor wasn’t angry or upset, and I had a blast today! I recorded some weekend weather, which I heard in the car on the way to dinner at my faaavorite restaurant in town with my boyfriend. It was weird, to say the least! However, I have secretly always wanted to be an old school weather girl with the weather-appropriate costumes and everything. How much fun would that be? Maybe that will be my Halloween costume for this year.
G) This is completely random, but after our argument, Kris and I were talking about laughing until it hurt. He mentioned something that happened on a field trip in first grade, which reminded me of a field trip I took in elementary school. I went to elementary school in California (until fifth grade), and when I was in second grade, we took a field trip to our friendly local Chili’s. I do not know what purpose that served, but I do know that we ate tortilla chips and got a tour of the restaurant before it opened. When we got back to the classroom, we wrote beautiful acrostic poems about our visit. The only problem is that our teacher didn’t know how to spell “salsa,” which is both understandable and ridiculous. It wasn’t hugely popular way back then, I don’t think, but then again, we lived in California. Whatever … anyway, she told us it was spelled “salza.” Given my love for correct grammar and spelling, I am mortified that somewhere, there is an acrostic poem inspired by a visit to Chili’s in San Jose about salza written by yours truly.
… I’ve got nothing else.
2 Comments
January 21, 2007 at 5:40 am
Word up? Seriously. Hee. That pretty much rocks.
Also, fieldtrips in California didn’t need a purpose. I mean I can’t tell you how many trips to the park we took just because we could.
January 21, 2007 at 7:42 pm
That’s true. Also, someone Googled “acrostic poem for ‘ambassador’” and got to this entry. We should write one about yesterday haha.