Against all odds, I stopped whining and wrote my lab report two hours before it was due. With the help of an $18 cab ride, I handed it in one minute before it was due. It’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever produced, but any mark is higher than 0, right? Anyway it’s only worth 6%.
Ben and I are much better. I am also much better. After I collapsed in a little crying ball at his house, we went out for pool, and then he drove me home and I watched Scrubs, which always helps.
Things are different… insecure. I wish they would go back to the way they were. I wonder if they can.
In other news, I seem to have become an INFJ. I was always an INFP, but in recent times have tested as INTP, and three different tests have just told me I’m INFJ. All I want is to be consistent, to have some kind of reliable self-image. Instead I’m a bundle of contradictions held together by confusion.
Almost broke up with The Boy. Twice. Dropped stats and so vowed to go to all my classes from now on. Have missed two of two today. Still have the cold I caught in Florida. Want to go back to bed.
Update: Make that three out of three classes, and I’m officially single.
Update #2: The singleness got reversed. If you’re confused… join the club.
Dave is no longer allowed near my laptop unsupervised.
So in hindsight, I probably should have told more people in advance, but anyway here I am. The plane ride (my first) was fun, and the weather is lovely.
My whole family is down here, mother, father, two sisters, plus Ben, for a reunion. Today we visited my aunts and uncles and their families where they’re staying in an army base. We ate fried fish that my uncle caught, filleted and cooked himself. Battered shrimp as well. I’ve never had fresh fish before — it was crazy delicious, and I hate seafood.
After dinner we walked down to the dock and waded through minnows over white sand. I took some pictures with a cousin’s camera, and my sister was kind enough to snap a nice one of Ben and me.
More later. I still have to upload pictures from my own camera.
Fight with Boy, then bad dreams in which we broke up (but got back together), then woke up and tried to write my paper (due Monday) but fell back asleep and had more bad dreams, this time about murder and hallucinations. Fight is still unresolved, Boy is clueless.
The charity ball Friday night was pretty fun, but I enjoyed New Years more because it was an older crowd. We’re talking swing music versus SexyBack. It should be obvious what I prefer, being a snob who hates anyone around my age or younger.
That’s 17 more percent than I was hoping for.
Did I mention I only attended two classes in total, and I taught myself antiderivatives the night before the test?
The only time I mind not writing in my blog is when stuff actually happens. Well, stuff happened, but I’ve been busy and more or less living at The Boy’s house. He got hurt, then his cat got hurt, then I got sick. Meanwhile, my cat has this weird awful rash thing that seems to be getting worse, and my mother keeps putting off taking her to the vet (without a vehicle, I can’t do it). I’m increasingly behind in school, which was not helped at all by sleeping all day today, although that helped my cold a lot.
The one thing I wanted to mention was that the manager of my city’s climbing gym asked me to do a shift there, which I happily did despite being very confused by his request, seeing as how I’ve only belayed a handful of times in my life. But there was nothing difficult about the work, just harnessed up a bunch of nervous people and belayed them for two hours. My hands were rubbed pretty raw by the end of it, but my muscles were fine — I need to build up calluses. Which means climbing more often. Which isn’t happening: the Boy who promised to take me climbing has steadfastly refused because he hurt his wrist and can’t climb himself. He could just belay me, thereby fulfilling his promise, but he doesn’t want to. Somehow I’m not surprised.
So here I am, muscles atrophying, skills returning to zero. I discovered a few nights ago that one of the guys I swing dance with climbs regularly, and we made plans to go today, but then I had to go and get a cold. This is the second known instance of wall-climbing and classical partner dancing going hand-in-hand, not counting myself: the night I worked, who should show up but a guy I took ballroom dancing lessons with years ago. Strange combination.
By the way, my calc test sucked. I knew about half the questions, and the rest was guessing of the purest sort.
