TGIF. For sure. I have no idea what I’m going to do tonight. I think I may just sit here in my room and be catatonic for a while. Really, I should study. I have my part of our CFD project (for which I’ve already firmly established a reputation as a slacker…either that or Georg is just a CFD fanatic), and the controls final Monday. More worrisome than controls is math, on Wednesday. I haven’t been paying attention in that class for a while now.
I have this horrible feeling that my diary entries are going to be extremely boring for the next week. Actually, probably for the next month. I predict that I will be talking about one of two things: 1) finals, or 2) sitting around Charlotte for Christmas break being bored. Now, in my case, I think bored will be a good thing. But it’s not very interesting to write or read about. Maybe I will just make up stories.
I am going to go read now.
(I wanted to go to Starbucks and drink coffee and sit, but I’m too tired to go down the street. Ha.)
(10:58 p.m.)
Well I suppose I’ve actually been fairly productive this evening. I read for a while, then went to dinner, then came back home and wrote up the introduction to our CFD report. Nick called and then came over to hang out while he ate his delicious fast food dinner and we talked for a while. It was cool; I was glad he stopped by. Now I am debating whether to clean my room a bit, or just read some more and then go to bed at a decent hour.
I’ve known for a long time that I am not a big fan of large public displays of affection. Now, I have no problem with people holding hands, or giving hugs, or even quick pecks. However, tonight my roommate came home with her boyfriend and I heard them come in and walk into the kitchen, and then they started to come back towards the stairs, but before they made it up the first few, they started kissing. Hell, they started making out. And since my door was open, because I always leave it open when I’m at home, and since my door is also right at the top of the stairwell, I could hear them. Fortunately it didn’t last long. Even though I had music playing, I still heard the boyfriend whisper “her door is open” and then they came on up the stairs, while I pretended to be extremely interested in my CFD book. That’s the kind of PDA that bugs me. I don’t know why, but it does.
