Thursday, March 27

 
strange. there's a post-it note in one of the bathroom stalls on my floor that says, "thought you might enjoy this." not sure if they're referring to the cute noah's ark on the post-it or the toilet paper roll it's stuck to.

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odd things that make me less-than-handsome men cute:

1) babies
2) skateboards
3) labrador retrievers
4) baseball caps
5) books
6) money

speaking of #2 and #3, i let the man of my dreams get away monday night. he wa sitting outside my classroom with his cute hair on his hot skateboard with his adorable lab. the dog came up to me and i believed we were destined to meg ryan-like romance. as i was giving him my best you-can-ask-for-my-phone-number eyes, asking him questions (he was so friendly!) and petting our future dog, i noticed that he had a second skateboard leaning up against the wall behind him.... and it had the name "amy" carved into the grip tape. all i could do was throw up on his too-cute girlfriend's gross skateboard and run away in misery.

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oh my god. the guest on conan is the host of monster garage. he just told admitted to national tv that his friend stole scott hamilton's car. from the ice capades.

posted by from shannon at 1:44 AM

Sunday, March 23

 
wildly oscillating moody me. there's obviously a problem when you feel so deeply connected to johnny rzeznik lyrics.

i can't believe spring break is over. the buffer is gone - well, i say, that what you say, is what i say.* no, i meant, what i say is, give me your best shot, world. i have options; something will happen for me. so do your worst.

it's been a day of strange encounters with old friends. i just talked to melinda, perhaps the high school friend with whom i am closest still. we have a unique connection - more than we have any great shared memories, i think we are kindred spirits. she just returned from half a year in australia. the girl is brilliant and sciencey and wants to go to grad school someday, but for right now wants to take off for the world, spending the next few years working her way around the globe. she wants the things that i want only she is so much braver about them. i told her that one of my friends had worked on a sailing ship around greece after graduation, and that i was in touch with the girl about that idea. but when i said i was worried about making wrong choices or not being able to get into grad school later, she said this and i love her:

"sailing! that's so beautiful. shan, you have everything going for you. would you sacrifice a dream for someone else's opinion of your worth? I would hope that those damn admissions people would look at you with even more respect after doing something like that. they piss me off. they want all their applicants to be so straight-roaded"

thank god melinda is back in my life. she is another friend who believes in me with the added bonus that she wants us to be roommates in italy.

the very strange encounter came in the form of a letter from a very, very old friend, someone i knew even before the glorious days of avhs (a true friend who stood by me even before i was the prom queen.) as i sat there staring at the letter and the picture of a guy i haven't even seen an image of in at least four years, i had an extremely sliding doors-esque experience. like i could picture my whole life in a different way, spiraling off from a very distinct point in which i made a very distinct decision. like i missed my john hannah. not that i usually go for this melodramatic fate stuff. however, it was sort of sweet to be such a wild-eyed romantic for about thirty seconds.

but who says there's no love in my life? i've developed quite an entourage over here in the freshman residence hall. in the culmination of what has been an escalating series of gestures of devotion from several of my young male residents, last night at midnight four of them serenaded me from below my window at midnight - a sweet, slightly inebriated version of "you've lost that loving feeling." it certainly wasn't romeo; one of them fell over mid-chorus and in their drunken haze they did repeat the same verse twice. but it's still a nice ego boost to know that just-over-puberty boys find you attractive.

however: is it wrong to want to make out with an eighteen-year-old boy?

(*awkward silence*)

yeah... um, yeah, i think it is.

and on that horribly filthy note, it's time to get back to job applicating. no big deal. bring it on. you know what the monty python boys always say.*



posted by from shannon at 3:49 PM