Saturday, September 11, 2004

Emerson's New Class

Yea, not looking promising for the prospects this year....again. It's like, we're a performing arts school and everything. Why can't we say, "Send a head shot with your application"? Or, is that like not legal or something? Hmm...

The new class is small (25) and mainly print kidses. So, really I won't see any of them ever again probably. Hopefully, I didn't damage them too much. And honestly, I didn't get any of them run over by cars on the tour around campus. So, point to me for that.

Alas, I'm going to be waiting to meet that special someone when I'm going for my PhD. Whoever said that I would meet my future husband in graduate school was on crack. And really, not high quality crack either. So, so sad.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Back to School...Grade 18

I think I'm in the equivalent of 18th grade this year, right? Yea, I'm getting so old that I don't even know what year of school I'm in any more.

Yes, but today was "back to school" day for me. Not officially, but unofficially. Had to AD another round of "Capitol Perspectives with Ted Kennedy." Yes, that was so rousing. Filled out some employment forms so I can get paid for my Emerson services in the BJ and Athletic departments this year. Yea, what's this deal about me not having work study all about?? I have to wait to find out 'till November to see if I have an award? What is that? I only have a semester left after November-ish. Yea, the good that does me.

It is so amusing waiting for T in this madness. Why? Because BU kids can't walk the two blocks it takes for them to go to class.

Lazy bums.

Anywhooo, otherwise...we have a new phone. Finally. Still no internet so I'm bumming internet off the roommate till I set something up of my own. I suppose I should just get one of those wireless card things, but that is going to have to wait for a bit.

What else?

Have a I mentioned how much I hate my life and paying bills? sucks. If there is some way you can get out paying bills, or just becoming a grown-up, I highly recommend taking that route instead.

Otherwise, you end up in grade 18, broke, and working a zillion jobs and still about to become bankrupt. And people wonder why I need a therapist...

Sunday, September 05, 2004

Chris's Life Lesson #2

Lesson #2
When you are horny (and or randy), eat some type of chicken to alleviate any of the aforementioned horniness (and or randiness).

Why do I never need this rule? Have I been out of the game that long? I think I must be getting old or something, because honestly, I'm not even to my sexual peak or anything and I have no inclination to hook up with some guy and just make out or whatnot.

Hmm...Maybe I need some hormonal replacement treatment or something. Or really, yea, I don't have anything else.

Long Lost What?

So, how do I put this in a PC sort of way without naming names and totally cornering somebody? Has anyone ever seen someone who they haven't seen in a very long time and been like, "Damn, time has not been kind to you?"

It's like I didn't tell them that, it was more of an internal monologue. But, it's like, wow. People change and stuff, y'know? It's like I wonder if people think that about me. Not that I've changed physically all that much, but really...It's like have I physically let myself go and people just don't talk to me about it?

Anyways, wow. Time does funny things to people...

Back in Beantown

Made it back to the craziness of Boston. Fell asleep for most of the flight. I woke up in my seat to someone (not quite sure who) throwing a cinnamon raisin granola bar at my head. It may have actually been the stewardesses (or I guess flight attendants to be PC).

Yea, so it's finally summer here. Got in to Logan to 85-degree weather and a diversion from the Airport T stop to Maverick station. Yes, that was fun lugging my bags. I finally started swearing like a Dutch sailor in my stairwell when I got home. It's bad when the new roommie's first impression of me is, "I hate this {bleeping} city. And how are you doing?"

But, yes...It is good to be back in Boston. Although I am slightly under the weather and in desperate need of some Dayquil. I feel very congested and clogged. My ears are in a tunnel. So, if I yell -- It's because seriously I can't hear you at the moment.