Dear god, why me??
Of course it is my own fault. I didn’t give it a chance to go away the first time. Then I had homework, and classes, and life, and I didn’t get enough sleep this week. And it’s back. The damn head cold is back. And I feel miserable. Hopefully tonight’s sleep will relegate the virus (a cold is a virus, right?) to where it belongs…out of my body! I plan on sleeping until I think I can’t possibly sleep anymore…and then I’ll sleep even more.
Heh. That reminds me of watching “As Good As It Gets” at Carter’s house over Christmas break with the director’s commentary turned on. There is a pause at one point in the movie that is actually written in the script as “a pause twice as long as the longest pause you can imagine.” And it really is that long. Just when you think it’s almost over, it keeps going.
Tomorrow is 02.02.02. I feel like I should throw a party or something. I guess I’ll save it for Super Bowl Sunday. The 2nd year Aero/Astros are throwing a party, where according to the schedule they will start drinking at 9 a.m. and continue through game time at 3 p.m. and then onward into the night.
The 2nd years are interesting. I think there is a very real possibility that a few of them are raging alcoholics…but in any case, they’re a very tight group. Their class really bonded. Though my first year class gets along very well, we don’t have the connection that the second years do. Last night a couple guys who finished up last year were back visiting and everyone was having a grand old time at the Nuthouse. I actually know one of the guys from my co-op days (he was finishing his co-op tours as I was beginning, back in 1997), so it was nice to see him again.
Nick went home to Oklahoma this weekend to help his mom pack up the house he has lived in all his life. She is selling it. Nick is sad about it…which I can understand. Selfishly, though, I wish he was here. The boy exasperates me, and yet when he’s gone all I want is for him to come back. I wonder if he realizes how much he has eased the pain of leaving Atlanta. Hmm. That doesn’t really sound like much of a compliment, but it is meant to be very high praise.
On a somewhat related note…I don’t know I am supposed to find a boy to have a relationship with when my boy friends raise the bar so high. It seems like it would be so much easier to just date Nick, Kent, Ron, Daniel, Chris, Jelly…. yes, half of those boys are in relationships, I know, and I’m not saying I want to date them. I’m just trying to make the point that it seems like it would be so much easier to go from a friendship to a relationship, you know, from something into something more, rather than from nothing into something.
Anyway. Just musing. It’s funny how things really do adhere to the old saying about rose-colored glasses, and looking better on the other side of the fence. I talked to Christina briefly online tonight and she’d been hanging out with Carter and Kent, and I felt a pang of just wanting to be there, so badly. It wasn’t until about ten minutes later that I remembered hanging out with the group on New Year’s Eve and wanting instead to be talking to Nick because I felt out of place. Weird. Maybe I can be content in both places. Maybe? Wow.
I saw the object of my crush today. Ohh he is cute. Becca and Karen were all excited to hear that I have a new crush. They say to ask him out. I have never in my life asked a boy out. I don’t think I know how!
Whew. I think I just had a gigantic mood swing all in the span of writing this journal entry. My room is such a mess. I think I am going to clean just a bit, and then work on making this cold disappear.
