For the record, here is what I did today. Nothing exciting or reportable, but when I turn 50 I want to know what the hell it is I did wasting away in my prime.
I woke up this morning at 5:12am in 89 degree heat, next to my bed partner who was sweating uncomfortably. I had to be at work at 6. He sat up in bed for a few minutes and made a face like he was going to vomit beans covered in duck feathers. I wasn't quite sure why the face- I knew he'd had a bit to drink the night before, but I wasn't entirely sure how much or how hungover he would be. I brought him a water and he explained to me that when he was little he had a favorite long-sleeved shirt. He always wanted to wear it at night, but every time he did he threw up because he overheated. He would wait a few months to try again, but unfailingly he would vomit. I opened the window and he began to feel better as I rubbed his back. I went downstairs and had breakfast while he dressed. He fortunately was going back to his place, which is next to the pool where I work, so he dropped me off.
It was a chilly morning. All the cars in the lot were covered in ice/snow, which he scraped off. His car doesn't have heating, so the window immediately fogged up when we began to drive. We made it to the pool safely, but ironically as I kissed him goodbye and he began to pull away, he ran into a pole marking off the grass, which gave way to the car and scratched 3 panels worth of car. I came back out to assess the damage (which wasn't too bad). He was frustrated. I tried to cheer him up, and we resolved the situation. I actually thought it was quite funny.
Three hours later my shift ends and I meet with Dr. Goldberg who gives me the tools I need for the ethnographic methods portion of my thesis project. I ready to get the ball rolling. I wish that was all I had to do! I also met with the Amnesty VP, Grace, and we discussed the budget for the rest of the semester. I'm very excited for Amnesty- we've come a long way. Next I ate an early lunch while reviewing Dr. Goldberg's "Ethnographic Methods" book, and pondered some potential questions I could ask the elderly about their sex lives. I almost had to jump start a friend's car before I went to my tai chi class at noon and practiced my thirteen positions. Then I went to check my mail and write condom-grams to all my friends (and ex-professors). Before Public Policy class, which I adore, I had a nice chat with Sairah about Egypt, Dmitri about that bed partner I mentioned, and Maia about female condoms. In public policy we discussed what makes good policy and bad policy. I breifly checked my email before band where we had sectionals until 5:30. I got an email from Tulane University taunting me, "a letter has been sent and will reach you in the next few days"- my rejection/acceptance letter. Grad schools have me by the balls right now, and I don't like it.
I rushed home, made dinner as the temperature began to drop, and wrote part of a paper due for tomorrow. It's supposed to snow tomorrow, and if it does, I've made a pact with myself to get some real work done (and also hang out with my bed partner to watch "The Last King of Scotland"). I got a phone call to join the ranks that had assembled to throw my dear friend, and our class president into the fountain for her birthday. The fountain was being drained, so we took her to the pool after her senate meeting. After that I skidadled to my own meeting- that of Habitat, where my co-chair and supposed leader of the trip failed to show up. We met for about thirty minutes about the New Orleans trip. I wish I could go. I'm going to San Fran with Amnesty instead.
I've been trying to finish my paper for the last 3 hours, but these lovely institutions like Facebook and Xanga and my email keep me from doing so. I'm hosting a potluck on saturday, which is the day of the Formal dance. There are a TON of people that want to come, so I'm trying to make arrangements. I'm going to Formal with a date- my bed partner. The first time I've ever been anywhere with a serious date. I'm quite excited.
That's my day in a nutshell. I wish I could expand on these things. There's SO much to tell. It's senior year and things are constantly in motion.
I hope it snows and classes are cancelled.
M
