Nicole

It was when my GSI told me I had the best writing style in the class. A class of about 40 mostly airheaded people, but still. It was then I lost the ability to write anything. Or even rewrite the stupid paper he was saying this about.

How is it that every week, I’m saying, “If I just get through this week…”

And oh, my poem for the contest, the DECEMBER FIRST contest, is still in fragments. About 4 pages worth of fragments. And the minimum is 12.

But don’t get me wrong, there is no reason to be negative. This is so unimportant to the larger picture. I have gotten through more than a year of this kind of paper-writing stress, almost a year of sick/dying family member stress, and a lifetime of things being less than ideal. But the ideal is waiting for me. If I just get through this week.

I woke up with a sore throat and congestion, but I can’t call in, because I called in last Saturday, to go to the game.

This quiz was really fun:

What Type of Villain are You?
mutedfaith.com.

Most of the time I like working retail. It suits me more than the other options available to students would. But the Day After Thanksgiving is always nightmarish. This is my first Xmas season with Marshall Field’s, and I am hoping it will be less abusive than those 3 wretched years at Kohl’s.

There is a line in a chastiushka (a dance song sung in rondo), which has become a proverb in Russia. It goes something like, “If you find someone better than me, you’ll forget me; if you find someone worse–you’ll remember.”

Here’s to forgetting.

Seriously, you have no idea how much glee I’m deriving today from responding to people saying “Have a nice day” with “U2!” I am a total dork, I admit.

So yeah, I got the new CD, and it’s awesome! It actually seems to me to be a little more of a return to Joshua Tree-era U2. Which should be good for all the wannabe U2 fans who only like that album. Myself, I was all about Achtung Baby, with all that musical density and layering. Until of course, the dressed-down, soul-searching All That You Can’t Leave Behind, well, changed my life, as much as I hate that cliche.

But oh man, does this CD ever have some “shongs”! I’ve always had this vague, faceless idea of the guy I would marry–for instance, he drives a white Honda Prelude and wears French-cut dress shirts, and his attitude toward me would be characterized by the Bob Seger song “You’ll Accomp’ny Me.” But now perhaps that latter should be changed to track number 3, “Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own.” If I have time I’ll post some lyrics later.

take this list of actors, change the movie listed next to them to YOUR favorite movie starring that actor, add one name, and post.

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Head beginning to implode.

That is all. Thank you.

The mug shot is scary, not Nick Nolte scary, but pretty scary. http://msn.foxsports.com/story/3133278

Days are just slipping by. Years, even.

Today was the day for lousy classes. Well, 477 was good, usually is. Then my next class got hijacked by idiots whining about the election. And I knew the class after that would be even worse, so I just didn’t go. I decided I’d better go to my WCC class, since I’ve skipped it 3 times already, and I was dressed for the meeting because I thought I could leave after the first hour. Then when I got there he said he’d let the students who did badly on the test thing retake it, and I thought I might be one of them. Turns out I wasn’t, but he wouldn’t let anyone know that until after 8 pm. He never gave us a break, so there was no opportunity to sneak out anyway. I suppose I could have strolled in for the last half hour of the meeting, but I didn’t.

On my way home I was behind an Explorer from Midland Ford Lincoln Mercury. I, to use a vintage 90s word, spazzed a little. I’ve been feeling much more benevolent toward the ol’ homestead lately anyway. I wonder how many hours I spent as a little kid, waiting at that dealership with my mom, for whatever Ford or Mercury we had to get fixed. Because let’s face it, that happens pretty often with Fords. That’s why I love my Mitsu.

Speaking of which, Saturday is Rodrigo Day. Three beautiful years of financed bliss.

“Hi, Nic.”

Seriously, this is ridiculous. The life-affirming, mind-blowing World Series last week, the awesome UM hockey game, the incredible UM victory over State in football (in 3OT!), the so-so Breeder’s Cup (yay to new-school trainers, boo to new-school jockeys), and the heartbreaking Pats-Pitts game Sunday. But seriously, how much time do I have to spend on this stuff? Maybe I wouldn’t have to stay up all night to get homework and meeting study done. I almost wrote at the beginning, “I need to get a life.” That’s not true though–I have a life, I will have to pay attention to it once in a while.

On reading this over, I can only add what a dork I am. What other 21-year-old female would have this kind of problem?