Is it only Tuesday?

Well, today was kind of a weird day. I did get some stuff accomplished. Namely, I typed about a dozen pages of my transcription. Now, I have a shit ton more to do, but it's a good start. I helped out a friend today with a makeup exam. She needed to take it and was trying to put it off, but I kind of forced her hand a bit. I think it was the right thing to do, though. It was a Dr. P day, that's for sure.

In other news, Glee is back on. We watched at Melissa's place, eating the Pei Wei that I picked up and delivered. That was fun...talking about Karen in the third person is kind of weird. Not much else to report. It's late, I'm tired and going to bed.

Mondays

This semester, Mondays suck. And it's not because I have office hours at like 9am--because I am rarely there for my office hours because no one ever comes during my office hours. And it's not because I work at the History Help Center from noon until 6pm--because I work with Aaron and Chloe and sometimes Kat, so it doesn't completely suck...unless, of course, I'm actually trying to get work done.

No, it's because of the one hour class that Chloe and I have from 6:30 to 7:20 every Monday evening. It is a living hell. It's called Bibliography and it's the one class that is required for all Master's students to take. Nominally, it is supposed to be teaching us secrets of how to research the hell out of our topics. In reality, it is 50 long minutes with an instructor who resents the hell out of the fact that she is not in a tenure track position, is bitter that she therefore has to work a half dozen crappy jobs to make ends meet, and thinks that we are effin' retarded and she is a million times smarter than all of us. What do we learn? Nothing that we didn't already know. But at least we get to sit there and be talked down to for almost an hour.

This one hour in the evening on Mondays makes the entire day filled with a feeling of foreboding. About two to three hours before class time, it starts to get really bad. Even Chloe was mean today. The only positive about the whole day is Bruce. He's a very funny fellow. I especially like when he makes snarky comments to the teacher and she doesn't even realize that she's being made fun of. Yeah, and we're the dummies.

Anyhow, the day is over now. Bring on Tuesday.

A New Beginning

Okay, I'm going to start blogging daily again. Look out world.

I had a fantastic weekend. On Saturday, I presented a paper at the regional Phi Alpha Theta conference in Sherman. It went okay. I guess I just have a different definition of what "presenting a paper" means. Evidently to everyone else that I saw, it meant reading the paper to the audience. To me, well... I basically gave a speech, using the paper as a guide. I was kind of animated and energetic. I managed to stay at the podium the entire time, but don't count on that happening the next time. Anyhow, everyone commented on my presentation. Well, the three people who were there, at any rate. I don't know. It was a good experience, though, and I'm ready to work on some more papers to present in other venues. Bring it on, baby. I don't have stage fright.

I left Sherman at about 3 and it was a gorgeous drive home. I almost didn't mind all the idiots on the road. Almost. I got home and decided to take a nap. And woke up at about 10:30. I forced myself to stay up for a couple of hours, then I went to bed for real. No problems whatsoever in falling back to sleep.

Today, I went to the Rangers' game. They played the Mariners and won 9-2. I invited Chloe to go with me. We met Amy and Robyn, and Michelle(?) and Cheri(?) at Gilligan's in Arlington. That was interesting. We got some super-cool Ian Kinsler hats. I'm pretty sure I got a little sun. I ate three hot dogs and some Supreme Nachos. It was fan-freaking-tastic. I love baseball and I love the ballpark. It was a great day and a great weekend.

Good Night!

Things are looking up

So, it's been a while, eh? Not that anyone is out there. Oh well, it matters not because writing should be an exercise that one does for one's own enjoyment. Ha!

I had a procedure done on Wednesday (10/7). It was the second attempt at correcting the problems I've been having for almost a year and a half now. I felt pretty much like shit on Wednesday. Mostly, I slept, thankfully. I managed to make it to class Wednesday night. My doctor said that it would be okay to go, but she would sign a note for me if I wanted her to. I really wanted to go to class. What does that say about me?

Thursday was even worse, I think. I was cramping something fierce. I do not like that feeling. Not at all. I was eating ibuprofen like candy for most of the day. The best thing I can say is that I made it through. Eating something warm was ever so helpful.

Today, well....today I have hope. I had energy for the first time in a long time. My insides feel much better. I don't hurt and I haven't taken anything all day. Most amazingly, I chased my cat around the house today. Running. I want to believe that it's all better. I really do.

Joe Popularity

It seems that I have some kind of sign on my forehead that suggests that the reader invite me out to coffee or something today. It's weird. I can go weeks without talking to another human being outside of Dave or maybe one of my nephews, online, but today I got three invitations.

#1- a chick from school. She's a grad student and a TA. I'm not sure why she wants to get coffee, but she asked. Seriously, this one really befuddles me. We have not had any classes together, we aren't scheduled to TA for the same professor next semester...I have no idea what this is about.

#2- my smokin-hot, belly dancer friend invited me to grab some supper with her tonight. I think this was just an opportunity to ask about my vacation and how stuff was going. It was good to talk to her. She's a smart girl and fun to talk to.

#3- another online girl. This time, it's from plentyoffish.com. I can't even remember the last time I signed on to that, but this woman messaged me, asking me to meet for coffee. What the hell, right? I mean, C threw no sparks, so I'm still looking for that sort of thing.

The really funny part about all of these invitations? I don't drink coffee.

"coffee"

I had a coffee date with a girl today. We could call it a blind date because I had never met her before, but it wasn't a set-up. My therapist, Bob, recommended about a year ago that I give Chemistry.com a whirl. I've met people via the internet before...my friend, Carla, and I met in an AOL chatroom more than ten years ago. But, I've never had a love connection online before. So, this coffee date was kind of an unknown. A new frontier.

She was a lovely girl. I'll call her C. We met at Mimi's Cafe in Lewisville. I'd been there once with my roommate, Dave. It's not a bad place, they have food for anyone's tastes, really. It's like La Madeline's without a) the French atmosphere and 2) the emotional baggage that I now associate with that place. So, I suggested it because it was someplace that I knew where it was and that was not too formal and stiff.

I guess it went well. She wants to get together again. We just sat and talked for almost two hours. But, there were no sparks. I don't know if I was expecting any. I just know that the last "first date" that I went on ended with an invitation to go home with her (I didn't go. I had Spanish homework.). This was not that kind of date. Oh well, back to the drawing board, I guess.

Book 6

I just finished reading the sixth book of the Harry Potter series, The Half-Blood Prince, and I cried maybe even harder when Dumbledore died this time around than I did the first time I read it. Weird. But, I'd guess it just reflects some of the things I've been struggling with in my own life. I dearly wish I had a Ron and/or Hermione to talk these things over with...I'd probably even listen to my versions.