wendy

i don't have anything to complain about...
except i miss rebekah. i miss our conversations and her understanding me and our drunken nights and her nerdy theme parties and me being able to say *ANYTHING* and not get that feeling that i'm being judged. i never got that feeling with her.
okay no more complaining.

things are lovely...i got an interview at the kinsey institute to be a volunteer research assistant for a new study they are beginning..i'm fucking thrilled but am trying not to be because i'm probably not going to get the job. i can dream. i think they are only hiring one person so out of the dozens they are no doubt interviewing i'm sure i won't get it. it would be pretty cool if i did. i'll have to drop my sex offenders class but i can always take this again. this is such an opportunity.

i'm hanging out with him tomorrow. ping pong and a movie. the him that i've wanted to hang out with for months upon months upon months. we have labeled it strictly platonic, which is good. it will be nice, and hopefully anything but brief. if you know who i'm talking about you must know how fucking overjoyed i am about this one. if he touches me, even for a moment, i might pee.

i think i'm getting a tattoo today of tim burton's voodoo doll heart. i love the poem and his artwork is lovely and i want a new tattoo so it all works out, and things are grand.

le tigre is this weekend! i am going with fetha and whoever else wants to come along. 'twill be lovely and maybe we will stay after and meet kathleen hannah (oh fucking wow that would be amazing) and maybe go to the 10? if anyone wants to? i have a really gigantic paper to write though.

we're learning about serial killers in class today! yaaaaay! i have a huge exam tomorrow which really sucks, it's the worst placement of an exam in this week of mine that will just start to get less stressful around wednesday or thursday. why couldn't the exam be then, and not now.

if anyone wants to make me a shirt that says "And on the 8th day, God created Grape Nuts," that would be just fabulous. I may start my own religion claiming that grape nuts with original silk soy milk are the new way to get closer and closer to eternal life. i will be the next L. Ron Hubbard and all of the vegan celebrities will bow down to me. because they of course already all know that this is true, they're just all probably too embarrased to say anything. well i'm not! i will let the truth be known! i feel more and more holy every day.

brooke and i have been working out for around 2 weeks now, and i'm starting to notice that all of my pants are falling off at inappropriate moments. this could be a good thing during ping pong.

i'm excited to move into my new house, very much. i drove by though, and it appears as if the people living there now are growing corn. we will need to fix this situation. i want everything on the walls to be framed and i want to paint and i want to make furniture (we are making tables out of wood and shelves out of bricks and cement blocks) and i can't wait to cook and build the darkroom. dani and i will be playing house for one year and it will be so wonderful. we are both such moms already. and our house will be ANIMAL FREE! yay!!! well dead animal free. we will have a lovely puppy and an adorable kitten who are in love and frolick to and fro all the day long.

i go home in about two weeks. after i move i will pack up the car and hit the road...stopping in sharon to see max, canton to see michele (if she ever lets me know that she's alive and well), boston to see jenny, connecticut to see the parents and new york to see stefanie. i have two weeks to do all of those things and still manage to get back here to buy my books and get settled before classes begin and i have 18 hours of insane classes to take for an entire semester. i'm taking sex offenders (which i will have to drop if i get the kinsey institute position), hebrew 250, personality psych, psych II, math (FUCK), and photography (YAY!). i'm so excited about my black and white class. all i get to do is sit in a dark room for 3 hours, three times a week. i'm THRILLED about this. i have a new teacher apparently who has been teaching at columbia for years and years and is fairly old. i hope he's cool and not rigid. i mean it's photography. i also am taking a lab that goes along with my psych II class. i hated lab last semester. no one ever showed up and my teacher was one of those grad students that only teaches to pay for school and she was awful at it. i'm sure she knew. it's not like she wants to be a teacher or anything. but it was just horrid to have to go there (for THREE hours) and listen to her attempt to teach us. once we got into our lab and experiments it was cool. but still not.

i have to go study and pick out an outfit for my interview!