Hein-ious
Yesterday I was listening to the radio and I heard George Bush condemning the attack on the Egyptian resort of Dahab. It sounded like your typical Presidential quote until he said that the attacks were, "heinious." Pronounced "hay-nee-us." I guess heinous is the new nuclear.
Dis-O Week
I realize that part of why we call it DisOrientation Week (the last week of school activities before we graduate) is that people are meant to spend much of the time disoriented - as in drunk. But I think it's also DisOrientation Week because it is disorienting to go back into the world, out of the cocoon of school, the warmth of new friends, the comfort of coddling profesors.
Well, tickets go on sale today for the DisO Week activities that Tom and I are planning. It should be a fun time. I am most looking forward to the banquet, which was amazing last year. Of course, Haas Idol (Karaoke contest!) is sure to be one of my favorites, as well. And it was funny when Naveen told me that at Columbia all the activities are basically the same - guess we are not as creative as we thought. Although they can't have a bonfire on Ocean Beach. And I am sure their banquet is nothing like ours! Not that I am competitive or anything!
Two Track Mind
Track One
Usually I have a one-track mind: when I am focused on something I can be pretty focused. These days I have a two-track mind. Track 1: finding a job. Track 2: Boys. Or more specifically, Jason. I think I overblow the whole Jason thing because it helps me get off the job thing. I mean, somehow it is easier to obsess over the fact the is not calling me than that any of the jobs I want are not calling me. I guess it makes more sense to me that I would be rejected by a boy than that I would be rejected by a future employer.
Several people are being amazing during this job process.
Track Two
Boys. One boy. Why doesn't he call me much? What does it mean? I called him last night and left a message. Jack said it was okay to do so. He said that it should be fine for me to call him without him feeling like I am calling all the time (especially since I am not calling hardly ever). So I called. Left a message. Trusted that he wasn't sitting there seeing the Caller ID and then avoiding me. Oh well. I want to see him again. Soon. But I am pretty sure there won't be an invitation forthcoming for this weekend. Mostly because I don't suspect he will call me. Ever again. Oh well. Him and "dream job #1."
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