something strange is going on with diaryland today, or maybe just with my computer. i can update, but i can’t view anyone’s diaries. weird.
i realized last night that the oscars are this coming sunday. that was quick. i guess perhaps becca and i can watch. that is, if she has a tv. heh. i have this image of her living in a really empty apartment, since she says she hasn’t bought much furniture yet. not even a couch. i get to sleep on an air mattress that her new puppy will chew on. whee. 😉
i have a final today. i haven’t studied. it’s open book.
(8:48 p.m.)
sigh.
yes, sigh.
yesterday i made peanut butter cookies at breakers, which everyone thoroughly enjoyed. tonight, jake told me that he ate five yesterday, and had more today. that made me smile. he said he thinks these were my best cookies yet.
so i’m doing a lot of writing tonight, but not the fun kind of writing. instead, i am producing such jargon as:
“The effect of even wispy clouds is obvious–the power and current produced by the array on a cloudy day is only half of what is predicted for a sunny and cloudless day. These results only reinforce the enormous impact the weather will have on this aircraft’s flight.”
lovely, eh? dumb solar cells. i am tired of them. after tomorrow, i won’t have to mess with them anymore unless i choose to. which i don’t. instead of continuing this aircraft design class (which some people are doing, some people aren’t…it’s up to us, because it wasn’t originally supposed to take more than a quarter), i am going to do independent research for dr. cantwell. he makes rockets. hehheh. cool.
in other news, i am back to being generally sarcastic and pessimistic about relationships. i saw a preview for a new cameron diaz movie last night, you know, one of those voiceovers: “so-and-so had given up on love…” (cut to shot of gorgeous cameron diaz crying big gorgeous tears and saying in a gorgeous way how much love sucks) “…but love hadn’t given up on her…” (cut to shot of her randomly meeting some gorgeous man). to recap: boy, girl, some sort of problem that at first prevents them from being together, but i’m they eventually end up in love and everyone is happy. fade to black.
nobody ever makes movies about the girls who always hear the line “you’re cute, but…” BUT….i just don’t feel that way about you. ugh. sometimes i think that my life just repeats the plot of “my best friend’s wedding” over and over again. not that all my best friends are marrying other people, but just the general idea. i like someone, then it becomes “you’re cute, but…”
anyway, don’t mind me. i’m just being difficult tonight. 🙂
