God & Gravy

Oh The Humanity

I'm not sure how to begin this so I'll just jump right in. Adorable Dina and her saucy roommate Zinaida from Kazakhstan are desperate to leave our dormitory. Seems like they've managed to piss off everyone on their floor plus two others. I'm not familiar with the details of their discontent. What I am familiar with however are the details surrounding an ill-conceived plot to free Zinaida from her ironclad housing contract.

Nate and the Beanstalk

Note to self: Record this dream at a later time. For now I have more pressing work.

Panic! At the Party

It's been a long day. I'm exhausted but I can't sleep. I've been doing fine in all my classes up until now; when I received the grade for my last physics exam my heart sank, but not unexpectedly. I've gotten lazy, and careless, and I got just the grade I expected. The tests in that class are now heavily weighted and with this in mind I technically earned a 'B' but this is of little comfort considering I know how poorly I performed when compared with the class average. Although I did not get the results back from today's calculus exam I know in my mind's heart I've failed. Not failed as in an 'F' grade but failed as in failed myself; I performed way below my ability and personal set of standards.

Friday night I tried to party away my sorrows. I ate till I was sick at Dunkin' Donuts. Then geeked out with the gang at our weekly Battlestar Galactica party. I managed to convince Vince to accompany me to a party hosted by an estranged high school friend, Joe.

Vince does not like to socialize. He's not like me, I'm no social butterfly but I can go with the flow, or make things flow in the direction I like. Vince however is only comfortable hanging out around certain types of people in certain types of places and this place was not his cuppa tea. I managed to bring him along only because the party had an 1980s theme which appealed to him because Vince like the music and political scene of that era.

After about a half hour he left and I hung out with some old friends and made some new acquaintances. I drank beer, a rare event for me. I mixed the remaining half of my iced latte with whatever was on tap from the kegs.

THe place was packed, if there had been a fire there was no way we would have been able to get outside. It took minutes to get from the kitchen to the door and traffic on the stairs didn't move at all. I saw a claustrophobic girl in the basement freaking out. It was Joe's new house. Dean was no where to be seen. This is a shock. Joe and Dean are hetero life mates, and one is never seen without the other. It's always been that way. I assumed there had been some sort of strife between them but I did not press for details.

I spoke with Joe about The University, 007 Casino Royale, in-flight air bags and other small talk. Also hung out on the porch with Ty and Ike. I met a girl who despite being the designated driver was very much inebriated. She took her picture with me and ranted.
Girl: Boys suck.
Me: All boys or just one?
Girl: Um....just one. I guess.
Me: Ah, I see.
She seemed nice albeit it disturbed. I chatted with her for a while then bumped into Daniel T. I've known Daniel since, well since always. We had a good conversation while waiting for the basement to empty, at least it started out good.

Daniel: -Wow. I've heard that's a really difficult major.
Me: It is, and I'm behind schedule. I may have to be here for five years.
Daniel: That sucks. Are you enrolled for Spring semester?
Me: Yeah.

I told him the classes I had enrolled in for next semester in and he exchanged the same info with me.

Daniel: Do you know Professor Theophilus?
Me: I know of him. I mean, I've met his daughter-
Daniel and I: Penelope!
Daniel: Yeah Penelope...I've messed around with her. She's amazing.

She is amazing. In every way that someone can be amazing. I've been pining over this woman since August. I say 'woman' although she's actually 3 years younger than me and technically a girl but she's more of a woman than anyone else I've met on campus. She's special in a way that defies accurate description. She's the reason I haven't blogged in so long, because I didn't want to fill each entry with this mush. She's the reason I've been driving my roommate mad with stories about her, and now, the reason my roommate attends my calc class (despite not being enrolled) and joins the flock of lovestruck guys who chat her up Mon-Fri; and apparently my old chum, Daniel, hooked up with her. Or as he calm and cooly put it "messed around" with. I didn't press for details. I didn't want to. I felt sick enough from the doughnuts.

"Craig: *grins* I could be a professional asshole couldn't I?"
"Me: Yes, but wouldn't that hurt after a while?"

First Frost

Last night it froze and everything was covered with thin, gleaming layer of ice. In the morning it melted and all the flowers out front looked like steamed spinach.

HMM. Maybe cryonics isn't such a great idea after all. . . . .