So I actually went on a GOOD date last night. Way to redeem my dating life.
SOOOO... one of my professors decided to turn my finals (I'm taking 2 classes from him) into take home finals. Which sounded awesome at the time, but now I'm realizing that that makes it okay for him to make the final really hard and really long.... and considering I have 2 classes from him, and therefore 2 take home finals, I have spent the WHOLE weekend working on them.
But in different news, I am going to be in Chicago in like 36 hours! And I get to see all my favorite people! And I am SO EXCITED... I freaking can't contain myself.
So I got a job at the MTC! I teach ESL to spanish speakers. And I love my job SO MUCH that I would rather be there teaching than at home. Or anywhere else. And I get my first class in january AND I get to help the Elder from armenia and my life is good. I have a white name tag now....
I had a dinner party at my house on friday night, and I decided to be ambitious in my choice of food. I roasted two whole chickens with vegetables and baked a pumpkin pie. It was delicious! And 3 Elders from the mission came, and it was really fun. And it combined with my sister's birthday party later that night. But she refused to sing the song we made up...
Finals are tomorrow. And then I'm going to CHICAGO!!! And this time I can wear jeans. Joy to the world!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Gotta just follow up on that....
So, I decided I do want to talk about it. And I'm giving my biased version, because that's all I can give.
So I've been on two dates with this guy, so I decided to invite him to the huge group date that my roomate and her boyfriend were planning. It's the logical solution, right? So I invited him, and he told me that he had a ward temply trip, but that he could be there by 8:30. So I was like "cool!" and it became the plan.
So everyone starts to show up, and make these high-falutin gingerbread houses with sheds and cool roofs and towers, and I became the frosting wench; (making a delicious and gluey substance out of butter and sugar is not as easy as it seems) time begins to pass. 8:30 comes and goes... 9:00....9:30.... I finished my gingerbread house, and then headed upstairs. you see, it takes a lot for me to get embarassed. But I attended a group date at my house where my date didn't show up.... in front of a bunch of people I didn't know. Awesome. So I went upstairs and texted him. No answer. at 10:00 he texted me telling me he was JUST getting out of the temple..... and then he called me and left a message flippantly apologizing and saying that "he hoped I had a great time.... he certainly did!" Okay. I know it's bad to get mad at someone for going to the temple, but if you knew that you were going to be late when you were going into the session, you should have just texted before you left the locker room. Or better yet, don't say yes to a date you can't come to! Or don't tell someone in your apology message how much fun you had standing someone up on the date they invited you to. Unless of course you're TRYING to piss them off or are completely unable to comprehend the HUMILIATION involved in getting stood up in front of 12 other people.
So I'm mad. And I'm going to let myself be mad for as long as I want.
My genius roomate fixed everyting with Del Taco though. Man. No WONDER she make it into the business program.
So I've been on two dates with this guy, so I decided to invite him to the huge group date that my roomate and her boyfriend were planning. It's the logical solution, right? So I invited him, and he told me that he had a ward temply trip, but that he could be there by 8:30. So I was like "cool!" and it became the plan.
So everyone starts to show up, and make these high-falutin gingerbread houses with sheds and cool roofs and towers, and I became the frosting wench; (making a delicious and gluey substance out of butter and sugar is not as easy as it seems) time begins to pass. 8:30 comes and goes... 9:00....9:30.... I finished my gingerbread house, and then headed upstairs. you see, it takes a lot for me to get embarassed. But I attended a group date at my house where my date didn't show up.... in front of a bunch of people I didn't know. Awesome. So I went upstairs and texted him. No answer. at 10:00 he texted me telling me he was JUST getting out of the temple..... and then he called me and left a message flippantly apologizing and saying that "he hoped I had a great time.... he certainly did!" Okay. I know it's bad to get mad at someone for going to the temple, but if you knew that you were going to be late when you were going into the session, you should have just texted before you left the locker room. Or better yet, don't say yes to a date you can't come to! Or don't tell someone in your apology message how much fun you had standing someone up on the date they invited you to. Unless of course you're TRYING to piss them off or are completely unable to comprehend the HUMILIATION involved in getting stood up in front of 12 other people.
So I'm mad. And I'm going to let myself be mad for as long as I want.
My genius roomate fixed everyting with Del Taco though. Man. No WONDER she make it into the business program.
So there is a first time for everything....
including being stood up. yup. That was me tonight. Don't really want to talk about it. Just think the cyberworld should know that. I tried to block my pissed off emotions, but I decided to own them instead. I am legitimately pissed off. And so I'm not making excuses for how I feel. I don't care if my feelings are justified or not. They are how I feel.
Suck on that.
Suck on that.
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