2005-03-01 - 11:33 a.m.
So there's this guy that I've seen about twice a day, every day, for my whole 3 years at college. (Seeing as in, passed him by on the street, in an elevator, etc. etc.) We've never spoken or anything but I'm forever like, reading a magazine, looking up and there he is and it looks like I'm staring. I stopped seeing him for a couple of months, but just over the last week it's gotten right back to our bi-daily encounters. Is that right, bi-daily? It sounds so DIRTY!! Semi-daily? Twi-daily? Hey, whatever. THE POINT IS, it's just like old times. It's like coming home. It's funnier if you've been following this situation the whole time, like Heather knows about it, and it's especially funny because literally everyone on the campus is friends with this kid except for me.
Ugh, so the doors to our building - you're supposed to need a swipe card to get in, but they deactivated that like the 2nd day of school, so you just have to pull the doors, sometimes harder than others. Today I was leaving the building through a (disarmed) fire exit, which was stupid because I stepped into thigh-deep snow, and there was a mother and two daughters trying to get in without luck. Feeling helpful for probably the first time in my life, I asked if they had tried pulling them really hard. "That's how they get broken," the mother replied. Broken from what? Unless you're Superman, if the doors are locked, they won't break no matter how hard you pull them. And Superman wouldn't do that sort of stuff anyway, because he's Super-Lame. But anyway the mother turned to one daughter and was trying to get her to go get help like Lassie or something while the other daughter just pulled hard and opened the door. The mother was like "That's how they broken!" in that not yelling, but acid, demeaning scornful tone of a teacher telling you that's what's happens when you don't study. I really bet she was a teacher. In other words talking to her college-age daughter like she was a foolish child, in front of strangers. What's wrong with people, anyway? Do you live here? Do you know how the doors work? Geez.
That's my super-fun entry of the day. Today SHOULD have been a snow day, but no,only a delayed opening, but don't worry, MY class wasn't cancelled. (I know - "class" singular. Poor me.) To spite the man, I went in my pajamas and yesterday's makeup, and as a result I saw everyone I've ever met. But whatever. The point is, I have cramps. So goodbye.
