meet sleeping buddy

Meet my sleeping buddy for tonight. His name is Simba. And he’s really good at those squeezable hugs. My arms feel fuller with his fuzzy being. But he should work on his hairdo. It’s so last fashion, the messy-too-much-hair-attitude.
 
Ahem.
 
So it is Friday. Indeed. Huzzah?
 
Notice the question mark. Ha!
 
I feel like all I did today was flier all of campus with posters about the Tibetan speaker coming. I ventured again into freshman dorms. And I realized I knew when I was in a male floor, without even seeing the names on the door. The male floor always smelled. I saw the cleaning lady in the bathroom, and she had run in there with an air freshener. I heard the fizzing sound of the air freshener for probably at least 5 minutes. Poor cleaning lady. I never appreciated them as much as I should have, when I was a freshman. They are the ones cleaning up the mistakes of silly college students.
 
I ran into Elana in the cafeteria and we had our usual philosophical conversation, except it was squeezed in a tight 10 minutes. I told her my latest theory. That I don’t need to take neat classes in my last semester of college. Graduating from undergrad doesn’t mean the end of my learning career. And I LOVE that feeling. I am going to be my own teacher.
 
I got a list of older subjects today, that I can use for my experiment. When the gal said she can only give me a “handful”, she really did mean it. She gave me 4 contact names. One of which was commented as “unfriendly.” I don’t know if I want to deal with unfriendly 70 year olds and telling them that they have to sit in a room for 45 minutes, looking at a monitor screen, and doing a boring task. My advisor said that I need 20 older adult subjects. Where am I going to get them from? Any magical genies around? And while they’re at it, they may as well just write my thesis for me.
 
There’s a new kid in our lab. He is from my cognitive class. He is a tall boy with blond hair and really nice lips. You know, those kinds of lips. I like admiring them, from my corner right seat. So yeah. We shook hands, and his hand was warm and slightly sweaty just like mine. And I totally don’t remember his name. Good job Elina. He is actually one of those super dorks with soap opera laugh. He was laughing at all of Bob’s jokes. And Bob the Boss loved it. I kind of wanted to kick him in the shins for getting on Bob’s good side so quickly.
 
Ooh! I made fun of Brian in lab. I love our useless mocking of each other. And I really like it when he is in a good mood. It is the worst when he is in a bad mood. Its like a girl PMSing to the nth power. He informed me that one of my favorite stores, Virgin Megastore on Newburry street was closing down. It made me sad. I have discovered so many new artists there, while picking up random headphones and listening to unknown artists. And now it will be gone. And moreover I missed the big sales. Don’t you hate it when you find out about something too late?
 
I’ve decided that exams are stupid. Why must I memorize things that I will forget in a week, anyways? Im seriously thinking of ways of not taking the cognitive exam. [Creating a gran ole petition against exam taking. [Senioritis? Yeah. Maybe.]
 
Back in the apartment, Liz told me about how this man opened up to her and told her, his life story. How his wife took their child and spent 3 days in the hotel with another man. Can you imagine? Not only was she committing adultery but she also took the kid with her. Insane. Where do these insane women come from? The same place as the insane jerks? Why cant they stick together? Why must they be let out into society? So this whole thing happened in New Hampshire, and what do you know, adultery is a crime there. The woman and the man, who was also married, are being served.
 
It makes me sad to hear marriages fall apart. But im also so used to it, that I almost wait for it to happen sometimes. And that makes me even more sad.
 
My brother picked me up entirely too late at 9pm and we drove to Providence. Right before he picked me up, Liz and I got sucked into watching Drumline on TNT. You know, I thought marching bands were silly and useless but whoa, there is so much talent in it. You have to drum, keep to the beat, and walk and that’s like patting your head and rubbing your stomach all at the same time, times 10!
 
Being back in Providence is always weird. My house looks different with the new balcony. It almost looks like a real house now. It’s kind of been looking like a haunted house for as long as Ive known it. The balcony is gorgeous. It is huge. It has white rails. “You can even do the Waltz on it!” my mom exclaimed. Yeah, it is that big. I can just see myself in the summer sitting out there on a big chair, sunbating and reading. Mmm.
 
I should stop writing such long entries. Occupies so much time to write, but I feel like I cant pick and choose the details that are best in the day. I want to remember it all. Im so selfish that way.
 
But I am afraid I need to control it. Need to go sleep. I’ll hug Simba and drift into dreams, far away from responsibilities.
 
The best part of the day:
My brother is leaving for Germany this weekend. It’s a work thing. He’ll only be there for 3 days. Nevertheless, he decided to learn the German language. So he bought these cds called “German Rush Hour.” Basically trying to teach you the essential German sayings in as little time as possible. Their technique was singing it. I cant even describe how creepy the songs were. Its like suddenly their voices became high pitched and theyd start singing phone numbers. So many “hhhh” and “ch” and weird noises that my mouth cant handle. Oy! We listened to these cds as we drove through the dark roads of Massachusetts and Rhode Island.