A Study Booty?

Around 8 AM this morning, I noticed that the painters for the condo were coming around to this side of the complex. The exterior is getting painting. What’s done so far looks really nice. As you know, I tend to sleep in the nude, covered only loosely by my pink fuzzy blanket. If they had looked inside, they would have seen me NAKED.

It’s a good thing I happened to get up at 7 AM. Ha ha.

I remember getting dressed and eating. Earlier I eat, the better I feel when I eat next. Meal compression is a pain. I aimed to eat again at before my 11:30 class, and before my 2:30 class.

Ran into Victoria when I went to eat before the aforementioned 11:30 class. Mentioned to her that I could smell her. Rather than wear deodorant, she uses essential body oils. She was a little surprised I could smell her despite me not sitting particularly close to her. I do suspect it’s partly because I’m attuned to that scent. She asked if she’d have a vapor trail. She, uh, would. Definitely.

We spotted Ashley. I told her about her relationship with Erik, which Victoria apparently wasn’t aware of. Victoria’s read on Ashley is that she, “requires the attention of all the males in the room.” Pretty much consistent with Cliff’s assertion a while ago that Ashley will, “have sex with many different men.” Which she’s pretty much done. I just find it curious that Victoria knows who Ashley is. Small world at times. I mentioned my read that Ashley vehemently hates me. I suspect this both because of her previous annoyance with me, and because she can’t command my, well, attention.

I forget how we got on the topic, but I said to her, “I’m incapable of being shallow!” Or something like that. I just don’t know how to bullshit with people the way Cliff can. Oh man, I remember this one time when Liz was bullshitting with these people. In the middle of it, she turned to me and said, “See, they’re not even paying attention to what I’m saying!” Those kind of situations just make me uncomfortable, and I tend to just walk away.

When I spot Carolyn on IM next, I want to tell her about this chem lecture we had. Potatoes and Vegetables on the Table, or the simple ratio of PV/T. Painfully simple. Incredible. It’s been 8 years since I took chemistry in high school. Yeah, Carolyn and I had chem honors together. I bet even she’ll be surprised at how long it’s been.

Started research for exercise physiology paper. Which sounds like a lot of work, and great on paper. I started research! Which means I did a quick search the article database, and ordered some articles that sounded relevant to my topic. Such a simple thing, yet it gets the ball rolling. Once I get the articles, then I can see what I can gleem from those articles, and then I can order MORE articles. YAY, I DID STUFF.

I was in a good mood going into the chem lab, so I was able to stay focused and actually read through the instructions. One of my lab partners, Erin, wants to get done as fast as possible, so I tend to follow her lead. We made aspirin today? Beyond that, couldn’t tell you the relevancy of the lab.

…So I’m getting ready to leave, when a girl walks up to me. She’d be a girl whose posterior I’ve been admiring. Hey, I don’t hide the fact that I like big rumps. Anyway, she asks me how I did on the test. I got a 92 on the exam without even studying. All of my mistakes were really dumb – I could have gotten a 100 if I had studied. She said she got a 76. And asked if I could help her out.

A pause while we all smile.

She asked for my cell phone number. Cue me proudly replying that I do not own a cell phone.This is one of those situations where I’m so goddamn glad I keep a printout of my schedule on me at all times. Giving someone a list of times is difficult. Show someone a chart, and it’s a lot easier to read it. She said she was free Tuesdays after class, which works because we’re obviously in that same chem lab. I finished getting my stuff together and she went back to finishing the lab.

I’m starting down the hill to Lot 3 when I realize I neither caught her name, nor her cell phone number. I was going to curse myself for being socially retarded, but instead I just kind of laughed. I always do things like this, missing the sort of etiquette that seems to come naturally to other people. This is just how I am, so I let it go. Moreover, she’s in my damn class, I’ll just see if she wants to get together next week, or whenever.

Not quite as good as anatomy and physiology in terms of making good jokes, but I suppose I could show her the kind of chemistry I like. Ha ha. We’ll see. She’s cute, and at the very least, it’ll improve my own damn grade. I’ve been doing the homework, but I probably won’t get around to studying much. Explaining things to other people can really clarify things in your own mind.

I am home. I can’t remember the last time I got home at 4 PM. For once, man, kind of nice to be home! I should do more laundry, as there’s always something to wash. Aaaaand eat. Yes.