Favorite bus driver

I ran into my favorite bus driver today! He was a driver I had only seen once, about a year ago. He looks like a leaner version of Vin Diesel and he's just as cool because he wears these awesome reflective sunglasses! The reason he's my favorite, however, is because he's very polite (I love polite guys). The way I remembered him from a year ago, he always called every male "boss" and you could always tell when he was speaking to a woman because his voice would become softer and gentler.

Well, now that I think about it, he ties with this other bus driver as my favorite, but he's still pretty high up there. The other bus driver is the young man who was driving the bus the day Craig, Melissa, and I took it to Wal-Mart. We sat in the back singing "Part of Your World" and the guy came on over the intercom and said that he liked our singing. This guy is pretty cool too, but I see him more often so the Vin Diesel look-alike was more special. Also, I think the second bus driver was also a desk assistant at Lever Hall--my freshman dorm--so I saw him more frequently. I'm just glad I ran into Mr. Vin Diesel lookalike today.

Microsoft 2003

I was on my boss's computer today and I got to type on Microsoft 2003. Let me tell you, I love Microsoft 2003. That is to say, I LURVE it. It’s so much more intuitive than the 2007 version of Microsoft. Ugh. Just those words make me want to shove babies. Anyway, on a more positive note, I can now find my “replace” button as well as edit documents easier. Select all is right under “edit”, where it should be. My favorite feature, however, is the fact that the default font and type size is Times New Roman and 12, respectively. That’s what most of my college professors want to format my papers to so it’s more convenient when I don’t have to change it to these settings every time I open a word document. No more size 11 Calibri for me.

Also, I’m biased towards fonts like Times New Roman and Georgia because they have the “little feet” at the top and bottom of words. Ever since my seventh grade computer teacher told me that the “little feet” help people read faster, I have loved them more than I love cheese danishes. The other reason I love the font is because 90% of my major—psychology—requires reading and I’m a snail-speed reader, people, so anything that helps me get my homework done faster is a blessing from above.

Overhaul

Being the non-girly girl I am, I'd never thought I would say this but...my wardrobe needs an overhaul. I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflectionand my mouth turned down into a look of shock and distaste. I looked like a mousy bag lady!

I suppose the reason I have never been shopping for my own clothes is lack of money and the fact that I'm too sentimental to some articles of clothing to let them go. Well, now is the time to let them go. I need to pick my own fashion sense from now on.

Problem is...I still don't have the money for it. All of my earnings from my part-time job goes to paying bills and groceries so that's barely any left. The money that is left I want to save in case an emergency comes up or if I need to pay medical bills. Well...I suppose the new wardrobe will have to wait a few more years.

Cancelled Class

I showed up late for music class today just to find out that there WAS no music class. It had been canceled around 8 this morning but I had not checked my email so I didn't know. More free time. Sweet. Well, except for the fact that I climbed up all those stairs for nothing. Plus, I was panicking about being late for about fifteen minutes.

Relationship vs. Single

My sociology class was discussing the benefits of being single versus marriage. While I was taking down notes for my study guide, I looked up articles and opinions online about the advantages of being single vs. having a relationship. I chose relationship because it's more pertinent to people my age and also because marriage is a relationship of its own. Actually, it's the worst kind--the permanent one. Or so it says in wedding vows. We all know about divorce statistics these days...

Anyway, I found one woman's blog and how she wrote about the advantages of being single vs. relationship. She wrote about it in six domains. I left a comment on her blog saying that being single vs. relationship also depends partly on personality type. I've been single for a long time and I quite enjoy it. Other friends of mine seek relationships and revel in them. Different strokes for different folks, I suppose.

I used to think that I was odd for not wanting a relationship, but after speaking with a few of my friends, they told me that I was fine. There was nothing wrong with me. Personally, I don't want to date for AT LEAST the next three to five years. Too many things I want to do with my life...

Now I'm not saying that a relationship is going to hinder living out my dreams and ambitions. On the contrary, many people enjoy having someone to share their life experiences and adventures. I suppose it's because I'm highly emotionally independent. Or strive to be. Or maybe because I'm highly avoidant? Eh, I'm not too worried about it.

Anyway, dear reader(s), what are your thoughts on the subject? Is it better to be single or to be in a relationship? Does personality factor in? How about age or life circumstances? How about bad luck? Good luck? Timing? Fate? Destiny? I'd welcome comments.

Chesire Cat

I woke up at 7 a.m. to go to church today, and then slept for another three hours after I got back. Hmmm...good sleep, even if it's difficult to fall asleep while in pain. Anyway, I was supposed to spend time with some friends today but I still felt exhausted. I called one of my friends to see what I should do about this problem. He said that I sounded tired and suggested that I go back to sleep.

"But a promise's a promise," I whined.
"Um, I think he'll understand if you're tired and need to not...physically die."

I almost died laughing from that. I love my friends. They're good cheerer-uppers.

Anyway, I delayed hanging out with friends until later. ERRANDS FIRST! My roommate and I went to do laundry and to buy groceries. While waiting for our clothes to finish washing, we sat in a nearby fast-food restaurant and played Magic: The Gathering. Yeah...we're nerds. And then something happened.

The restaurant is set up with two rows of booths separated by this barrier. This one guy who sat in the booth across from us popped his head over the barricade and said something to me. I thought he said "magic", but after deliberating for a while, we realized that he must have said "nice hat." (I was wearing my birthday fedora today). I'm glad someone liked it.

Grocery shopping was fun. As a matter of fact, grocery shopping is probably my favorite kind of shopping. Unlike most girls, I don't get as excited about buying clothes or shoes as I do about buying food. Thinking with my stomach again, I believe.

Anyway, I was excited because I found these little pint-size jars of frozen yogurt that looked like ice cream. This way I can pig out and not feel guilty.

My roommate and I are also very efficient about shopping. We got all one dozen things on our list and checked out within thirty minutes. Now that's what I call speedy shopping.

I spent some time with Ryan (since it's probably the last time I'll see him for a month) and we went to talk to Johnathon. Johnathon told us about his trip to Atlanta, GA and how he got to tour Emory University with his new friend Will. He sounds so happy.

Ryan and I watched The Big Bang Theory before he took me home. I miss that show. I do miss watching TV sometimes, but...eh. I'd rather spend time taking walks or reading or spending time with friends. Maybe one day when I'm old and gray, I'll re-watch all the episodes I missed out on while I was younger.

Lastly, I tried to sleep earlier today but I just kept drifting in and out of sleep for a while. I finally got up and was about to do something when I heard my roommate come home.

I almost ran downstairs when I heard someone else there, too. Must be George, I thought. I had heard his voice outside. Better not interrupt, I thought as I seated myself at the top of the stairs to eavesdrop. That...did not work out. Apparently, my roommate was about to go up the stairs or something because he saw me.

"Come down here," he commanded.
Me? I asked wordlessly, pointing to myself.
"Come down here, woman!"
I proceeded the rest of the way down the stairs. George raised a hand and greeted me.

"You have a really big smile on your face," he commented. I said nothing, just grinned. Ben and Melissa arrived shortly afterwards and everyone commenced to talk about Magic: The Gathering. I seated myself on the living room end table and listened. That's what I'm best at doing--listening.

"So how are you?" George asked, starting a conversation with me. When I didn't answer right away, he said that I looked dazed.
"Are you tired?" Melissa asked.
"I just woke up from a two-hour nap," I replied.
"Ohmigawd, I'm going to slug you in the face," Ben said to me. "With a horn," he added. "Then they'll call me Slughorn."

I grinned again. I felt like the Cheshire Cat tonight. Little speaking, lots of smiling.

Also, there's the annual poetry recital coming up this year and I need to pick out a few good poems. Wonder if I'm brave enough to do the race one...

Be Right Back...tomorrow

My roommate told me to go to sleep so I'll write tomorrow.