dorkiness happens

This is my friend. His name is Beddy. And I count down the hours until I can be with Beddy. The comforter is squishy with comfort. The fuzzy creature on pillow is Teddy. I cuddle with Teddy. Although sometimes Teddy ends up being squished under my body or flung across the room in my nightmares. Oh poor Teddy. But seriously, I really do love my bed. I love sleeping. Ive given hugs to my bed before. Its usually on those mornings, when I dont want to get up and I know I have to and I hug my bed in hopes of…gosh, i dont know what. Either way. Bed=happiness.

Anyhow, in case youre wondering what the pictures are above my bed, they’re random photographs from a magazine. Back in providence, I live next to Brown and Rhode Island School of Design. And one day my mom came upon a yard sale that a bunch of students were doing. And this yard sale had a box filled with photography magazines. And naturally, my mom thought of me and brought it home. And I cut out my favorite ones. And framed them with construction paper. Im cool like that.

So today. Wednesday. I dont like calling days good or bad. Every day has its ups and downs.

Todays ups:
Umm. I got to watch ER.

Todays downs:
I was watching ER when i really should have been studying for a psych stats quiz.

So you know those dreams, or i should say nightmares, when you walk casually into class and WHAM there is a quiz? And you wake up in a sweat and panic. but then sigh with relief that it was just nightmare? Well. I lived through a nightmare.

I had casually walked into my psych stats class. Everyone was somehow coincidentally seated every other seat. "Hmm," thought I. THEN the professor says "Everyone pick up your homeworks and sit back down so we can get started on the quiz as soon as possible." I was a very confused person. Is this a joke? Is he magically going to say, "Ha! im just joking!" but i looked around and everyone was calmly taking our their pens and calculators. Oh shit. Yeahhh.

I like surprises and all. But this is a suprise i could have gone without.

News on the Romanians taking over my computer:
Apparently, we wont have to erase everything. We just need to put on some passwords, reboot and the main guy has to scan it through the system. Huzzah. Except it may take a couple days. My luck is perfect.

Liz is continuing to make comments about my male situation:

Me: Im really bad at peer editing. Everything looks good to me, even when it could be horribly written.
Liz: Ha! isnt that the same way you look at males?

Its funny. I can take criticism.

I like getting phone calls. And I like being remembered. And i really like it when someone says "…it reminded me of you…" I feel alive in those moments.

Last night, Liz went out and bought a facial mask. Both Marina and I have our colorful herbal facial masks that we like to put on. And liz has always felt like the odd man out. So she got one of those peel off ones. "Aww! its clear!" she exclaimed. And it really was clear. It shined in the light. Once she was done applying it, she continued to declare, "It feels like cum on my face."

Sometimes I can be a real dork. Last night, while i was rummaging through my desk, I found my pair of sunglasses. A brilliant idea hit me. I put them on and ran into the living room. Liz cracked up. I was in my pjs, with my hair a bit of a mess, my face was pink with the facial mask and sunglasses topped off the look.

Liz and Marina are both not here for dinner. I kind of like having the apartment to myself. I could do the whole dancing naked thing, but its too cold for such things. Plus the shades dont really properly function here. And we’re on the first floor. Flashing could be my business though. A penny for a boob?

Ha!

Clearly Im in a weird mood tonight. Its been raining all day. One of those soft rains that continue on for an entire day. Its almost exhausting. You almost feel worn out from the weather.

I had a meeting with my Russian professor tonight. She stole my pencil. Its so awkward. Each time i go see her, she needs some sort of writing utensil to check my work. And of course she doesnt have any, so she asks me. And Ive already lost 2 good pens this way. And I could ask for them back, but she puts them to her mouth, while she is thinking. And so she may as well just keep them. Today i had forgotten about this habit, and forgot to pack a bad pen. So I had no choice but sacrifice a good one. Ah!

Okay. I need to stop procrastinating with work. And get to it. But first I gotta find something in the fridge to eat…