Okay, I’ve been a five year old and an eighty year old all in one week. I must find a formula for stabilizing my aging. I’m back to being twenty one today though.
I don’t have all that much to say. I sat in class discussing a book that makes very little sense on the surface. The main character is suffering mental breakdowns which are very authentic. I can vouch for that! Don’t know how my classmates took that news. Meh.
I got mildly excited when I lent my professor one of my movies and a book. She said I may be able to write my final essay on them. It alarms me how excited I can get at the prospect of essay writing these days. But it was another opportunity to peddle lesbian entertainment so I was right on top of it.
After that I had a bit of an impromptu meeting with Ian. Can I call it a meeting if I got a hug out of it? Anyway, our Pride Group has been experiencing... difficulties as of late. Tonight my mom asked if we could call it anything other than Pride. The word Pride to her brings up memories of parades and scantily clad homosexuals! –gasp- Why do we need a Pride Group here... I don’t really know but sounds like a fun venture. Kind of made me want to put my head through a wall, but I didn’t. She’s being sincere and trying to help. I recognize it. Ian sent me a few links and gave me a few names of people on campus to check out (not in the fun way). So YAY! for Ian!
That meeting was followed by another surprise meeting with one of the other Pride exec members. It was held on the bus. She was standing, I was sitting and due to the fact that she’s six feet tall, I was essentially staring at her crotch. Or would have been if I hadn’t been staring up her nose instead. It feels so weird being short! It freaks me out when people tower over me. Doesn’t happen often.
Once all that was done, I think I scared an Asian exchange student. We got off the bus at the same time and were apparently headed in the same direction. Turns out she lives down the street from me. No idea who she is. In any case, nothing says Welcome! quite like a stalker.
Freud: Lauren, I sought ve vorked out your stalkink problems.
Lauren: I don’t have a stalking problem! I just pay attention when people talk and happen to remember a fair amount of detail. It’s not my fault! And it’s not like I camp outside windows. I have better things to do!
Freud: You do not... Stop lyink to ze people.
Lauren: You know that cardboard box I had you stashed away in? When I didn’t have time to imagine you? Yeah. You wanna go back?
Freud: No sank you. Rochester iss insufferable. Vhy did you imagine him? Vas I not enough for you?
Lauren: Uh... sure you were? You know what, I’m not dating you. We aren’t going down that road.
Freud: I am jast not feelink needed anymore. It iss like I don’t even exist. You jast walk by me.
Lauren: You don’t exist!
Freud: Vell, zere iss no need to be hurtful about it.
Lauren: I’m uncomfortable.
Freud: And so you should be. Now if you vill excuse me, which you should heve no problem doing, I am going to unpack my belongings. You are clearly too busy to talk.
Lauren: Have fun?
I’m going to find out what’s up with Freud after a nice long bath. I’m cold and sleepy. He can... fester or whatever until I’m clean.