Wednesday, December 22, 2004
I love Gwen Stefani...
And despite my brother's constant complaining and frequent announcements that he will not allow such shlock to be played in the car's cd player, I love her new album too.
It's so delightfully camp. So poppy and peppy and danceable. And sometimes, one shouldn't think about things too hard. It's a nice breath of air to just bop along for a bit.
And if there's one thing I do too much of, it's probably thinking. I really have to remind myself to slow it down and relax and not worry too much. Like my Grade 11 history teacher always said: "That girl's got a worry gene a mile long."
Went out for dinner with D. last night, for the first time in, oh, about a year and a half. He gave me a really nice watch for Christmas (it's CK but I haven't yet decided whether or not it's a fake), probably to apologize for being such a negligent friend, and I only felt slightly bad that I didn't have anything to give him. Not all gestures need be reciprocated. Some just say "I was a jerk, here you go, it won't happen again." Actually, I wish that happened to me much more frequently. I like coming off looking like the good guy. Especially when it's actually the case.
I'm supposed to have brunch with Cait but she's...uh, washing her hair, the ultimate 1950s reason for lateness. I guess it's better than "I got lost walking the couple of blocks to your house," or "I was trampled by a herd of wild buffalo."
My prof in that course I want to switch is still being a complete asshole about it. I actually considered the possibility that I'm one of the few people in that class with their head screwed on right and he doesn't want to lose me. But why does he have to fuck up my life in order to let me know I'm a decent student he'd like to have in his class? I'm an adult here, not a child he can just order around. I wrote to the head of the history department and we'll see how that goes. If he claims the guy's just spouting official policy, then there's not much I can do about it.
Had a bit of the Christmas blues yesterday when I realised I was triple-booked for the evening and still had to wrap all my presents. My head hit the table, my mom yelled at me to sit up straight, and I started to panic. Christmas can be so bloody stressful.
Leaving tomorrow morning for "the island mansion" as the Boy has dubbed it.
Thus I too will have to take a brief hiatus from blog-writing. I'll try to write again before I go.
Cheers,
N
