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Sep. 5th, 2007 04:08 pmMiscellaneous:
--> Maynard is on my lap, on his hind legs, with his paws on my chest, drooling so much it's dripping. Kinda gross. Kinda really fucking cute. Maybe he missed me over the weekend.
--> I think Hermione is getting annoyed at my leaving. I took the suitcase out this afternoon and she's been distant ever since.
--> Pet peeve: I don't care if women wear thongs. Their discomfort is their own perogative. However. I don't need to see it. I really, really, don't need to see it. I don't need to see it if you're a size 0 or a size 12. I need to see your ass even less than I need to see your thong. Pull your fucking pants up.
--> Pet peeve 2: Don't talk on the phone while you're waiting in line AND while you're ordering your yogurt. If you're the same person with the thong, I will find you doubly annoying. (In this case, she was.)
--> I don't feel like packing. I really, really don't feel like packing.
--> My apartment is a mess. My car is a mess. I still haven't brought the coolers in from the weekend, which is kind of gross. But there's only water, soda, and a few cans of Starbucks Double Shot in them. I just don't have the will.
--> I will be TAing in the fall. It's been two years. I am sad to see my schedule freedom go. However, structure will probably be good for me. Very good for me. This means this blog will soon become filled with my daily rantings re: undergraduates. If you are an undergraduate and you read this, please know that these are in no way personal attacks upon you, your intelligence, or your character. I will freely admit, right now, that I will have a few very good, bright, diligent students out of the approximately 50 I will have. However, and it's very unfortunate, part of their being great students is that they give me nothing to talk about.
--> What is the appropriate way to respond when someone you're dating throws the 'love' word out in the middle of a completely weird context, but for the very first time. Like, for example, let's say I'm sitting on the couch and, while removing the lid off a jar of jam with a knife (ah, skills), I fling it several feet away. The person I've been dating for 2-3 months now says something about how I have to brace it (they're jars of homemade jam - I've never really opened a jar like that before, I confess). I laugh at myself and apologize. He laughs. Casually: "You don't need to apologize so much. I love you." >awkward pause, during which I sit back and stare out the window in front of me.< "Um, you do?" >shorter awkward pause< "Sure." I proceed to burst into uncontrollable laughter, which probably wasn't the best response. But the look on his face and the tone of his voice when he said 'sure' were just . . . priceless. When I could breathe, I told him I couldn't wait to recount the story to my friends. "Oh, great." He probably didn't think I meant via a livejournal post, but alas . . . *shrug*
I guess I should pack. Simply postponing the inevitable.
--> Maynard is on my lap, on his hind legs, with his paws on my chest, drooling so much it's dripping. Kinda gross. Kinda really fucking cute. Maybe he missed me over the weekend.
--> I think Hermione is getting annoyed at my leaving. I took the suitcase out this afternoon and she's been distant ever since.
--> Pet peeve: I don't care if women wear thongs. Their discomfort is their own perogative. However. I don't need to see it. I really, really, don't need to see it. I don't need to see it if you're a size 0 or a size 12. I need to see your ass even less than I need to see your thong. Pull your fucking pants up.
--> Pet peeve 2: Don't talk on the phone while you're waiting in line AND while you're ordering your yogurt. If you're the same person with the thong, I will find you doubly annoying. (In this case, she was.)
--> I don't feel like packing. I really, really don't feel like packing.
--> My apartment is a mess. My car is a mess. I still haven't brought the coolers in from the weekend, which is kind of gross. But there's only water, soda, and a few cans of Starbucks Double Shot in them. I just don't have the will.
--> I will be TAing in the fall. It's been two years. I am sad to see my schedule freedom go. However, structure will probably be good for me. Very good for me. This means this blog will soon become filled with my daily rantings re: undergraduates. If you are an undergraduate and you read this, please know that these are in no way personal attacks upon you, your intelligence, or your character. I will freely admit, right now, that I will have a few very good, bright, diligent students out of the approximately 50 I will have. However, and it's very unfortunate, part of their being great students is that they give me nothing to talk about.
--> What is the appropriate way to respond when someone you're dating throws the 'love' word out in the middle of a completely weird context, but for the very first time. Like, for example, let's say I'm sitting on the couch and, while removing the lid off a jar of jam with a knife (ah, skills), I fling it several feet away. The person I've been dating for 2-3 months now says something about how I have to brace it (they're jars of homemade jam - I've never really opened a jar like that before, I confess). I laugh at myself and apologize. He laughs. Casually: "You don't need to apologize so much. I love you." >awkward pause, during which I sit back and stare out the window in front of me.< "Um, you do?" >shorter awkward pause< "Sure." I proceed to burst into uncontrollable laughter, which probably wasn't the best response. But the look on his face and the tone of his voice when he said 'sure' were just . . . priceless. When I could breathe, I told him I couldn't wait to recount the story to my friends. "Oh, great." He probably didn't think I meant via a livejournal post, but alas . . . *shrug*
I guess I should pack. Simply postponing the inevitable.
