I decided to walk down to school today to pick up my loan refund check. The walk was very nice, except for the one part where I have to walk past this huge, creepy, old apartment building. When I got back, this long-haired cat with a fucked up ear was sitting outside of my building. I saw him on the way out and gave him some love, so when I saw him in front of my building upon my return I gave him more love. But then when I went to open the door he made it clear that he was coming inside. I didn't know what to do, so I figured that I'd go in the vestibule, and if he followed me I'd try and make him go back out. Well, that was impossible, he walked right up to the second door and started pawing at it like, "let me in." So now i'm like, great, what do I do? I mean, he most likely belongs to someone in the building because what cat would just walk in like that if he didn't live there. And he looks like he has an owner because his fur is all nice and he has stiches in the one ear. So I just pretended not to see him walk in. Then he kinda started walking down the hall so I quick got into my apartment before he could follow. I think (hope) he went to find his owner's apartment. I hope he actually lives in here, I don't want to be "that girl that lets strange animals in the building."

talked to the good looking guy in class last night (as i resolved to do last week). found out that he teaches history at a local catholic military school that he also attended for high school and played football for. (i love football - i think i've discussed that before...) i mentioned that i went to shen for hs and he said we beat them his senior year when our qb was fitzgibbons (i think that was my junior year). would love to play tackle football with him ;) also found out that he does live right in my neighborhood. i'm just impressed with myself for starting a conversation... shyness can be overcome.

went to the grocery store for the first time in a month yesterday. they say to never go to the grocery store while you're hungry because you'll end up spending more than you planned. couldn't help but go hungry as i had absolutely no food in my house. spent $86.81 on just food for just little old me. that's insane. i did buy a few things that i won't have to buy again or for a while: a garlic press, hand soap for the bathroom, mayonaise, ketchup, balsamic vinegar... but the bulk of the money was spent on food. better make it last. when i got home, i gorged myself into a happy full feeling. it is so good to have food again.

went to the bookstore at school yesterday right after work to buy the book for last night's class so i could get my reading done. i wasn't really paying attention while i was driving and after i got to the 2nd light i started to turn left. immediately realized my mistake: generally i go to school from my house, so turning left at the 2nd light is correct. unfortunately, turning left at the 2nd light from work is not correct. in fact, it's very wrong, i was now headed the wrong way down a one way street. i fortunately had realized my mistake quick enough and there were no cars parked on the right side of the street so i pulled over and, oddly enough, tried to hide. after i calmed myself down a little bit i tried to figure out how i was going to get out of this situation. there were, of course, cars streaming down the street at me providing no break in which i could quickly turn around and get back onto madison ave. so i did what i generally always do lately in a time of crisis (see bug attack post of a few weeks ago), i called becky. after she laughed at me (hell, i would of done the same) she pointed out that anybody around me didn't know me, so what did it matter? this is true, except that i wish it had been a lot of people that knew me around. then i could laugh with them at my stupidity. but these people would be just laughing at me. not so good. after freaking out on the phone for a few minutes i finally saw a break in the traffic and pulled out and turned around. tres embarrasing. then i hung up the phone because i didn't want to be that girl that not only obviously can't drive as evidenced by her trip the wrong way down a one way road but who also talks on her cell phone while driving (which is, of course, illegal in the state of NY)

when the power went out in my class, i couldn't help but immediately think of what time of year it was and wonder if there was something going on. seemed as though i was the only one in my class that felt that way because everyone just sat there like it was no big deal, the power goes out in public buildings all the time. couldn't help but sit there and think the worst and hope that someone would call me if something horrible was happening. it was unnerving to walk into the dark hall and have the security guards rushing us out of the building. then seeing the firemen walking by... rationally i'm aware that nothing will likely happen tomorrow... i was just unnerved by the changing alert status etc
watched the dateline special while was on the phone with becky. i feel so bad for everyone who lost someone last year. tomorrow is going to be hard for them.

had a not so great start to my school night today. got to class a few (3) minutes early to find everyone else already sitting there filling out a survey. when do these people leave there houses? why am i always the last one there, even when i'm early? class started and i quickly discovered that i had neglected to do the homework. was supposed to bring in pictures from magazines illustrating different types of philosophies. had to hide against the back wall pretending to be completely interested in everyone elses work. felt like a complete idiot. obviously father gulley noticed i didn't contribute at all.

second part of class was a video lecture by howard gardener on multiple intelligences. was actually interested in watching lecture, so of course the power randomly went out. sat in semi-darkness waiting for power to return for 10 minutes before father gulley decided that it was a sign to leave. got into dark hall lit only by security lights to have security guard walk up behind me and yell "building's closed" and make me jump out of my skin. followed the stream of students outside the building to wait around trying to decide if later classes were to be held. was informed by passing fireman that classes were cancelled, but didn't believe him. i don't know why, really, i mean, there was a fireman in gear on campus. generally that means something's gone awry. followed a group of students who were in my second class also to library to seek out professor to see if we were having class but he was out to dinner. we decided to wait around for a while. there were tons of kids milling about campus. by the gym there was a group of unusually tall young men who i thought were probably basketball players or something like that who were hanging out trying to act all cool while the young undergrad girls in tank tops walked by. but they were disrupted by the appearence of a bee which made them scatter and yell like little girls. it was really a funny site, especially because the bee was a giant carpenter bumble bee that doesn't sting. some smaller guy walked by and informed them as such, and they shrugged off their fear and slowly returned to their bench. wish i had a video camera...

my teacher for tomorrow night came walking by and informed us that there was a transformer fire somewhere on western avenue, and that all of the buildings were losing power one by one and that classes were cancelled for the evening. after that some frazzled-looking administrative type person came walking by with official notices and tape sticking out of her mouth (odd that she carried these things in her mouth, really, because she did have a free hand) and informed us 'officially' of the cancelling of classes. was happy to not have to go to second class, but annoyed that i spent all afternoon worrying and working on crap for it only to have it cancelled. also am now annoyed that i'm randomly home on a tuesday night and that 70s show isn't on b/c of baseball.

i quite enjoy reading this guys blogs. his personal blog is well-thought-out and interesting, and his school blog is even more so. i'm using a book that he mentions in his school blog for a project for one of my classes. he's foreign, he lives in San Francisco, and is teaching math (i think for the first time). his life seems so much more interesting than mine.

I need to get back to work now.. i've got so much work to do for class tonight it's not funny and i only have 2 hours to go....

so in class tonight we were talking about prenatal development and the prof said that the higher the age of a woman, the greater chance there exists of birth defects. he said that this was because the woman's eggs begin to deteriorate (can't spell) after a certain age. so, i'm thinking, ok your eggs begin to rott. eww. then he says that the peak time for a woman's eggs is between the ages of 15-25 (i forget what the bottom number was, but the top number that he said was 25) and then i'm like, great. i have 2 years before my eggs begin to rott. more pressure.

then, at the end of class the prof says "we've been having some security issues in the parking lot, so i'd strongly suggest you find someone to walk with or call security for an escort." now i'm freaking out. great. in 2 year's i'll have rotting eggs and right now i'm going to get raped. what a stressful class...

i was just reading what i wrote in my journal 2am sunday (after getting back from going out) and i can't figure out why i felt the need to write anything in my drunken state. it's very hard to read... we (becky, her brother alex, and i) went to see a double feature of spiderman and men in black 2 saturday evening, and afterwards we went to the hill street cafe which is really a bar but it's called a cafe. the music was decent (there was one of those touch screen juke box thingys there and most people didn't play suckage although there was an awful lot of grateful dead) and the fries with gravy were excellent as far as i could tell (but i was drunk by the time they got to us). i think i was the only one of the three of us that got drunk 'cause i was drinking gin and tonics and they were drinking beers... anyway, so when i got home i guess i felt the need to recap the evening in my journal, and the writing is just too funny. i rant for like a page and a half over how awful kirstun dunst looked in spiderman and how if i were her i'd kill the hair/makeup person. i mean, really, she had no upper lip in most of the scenes. and the shade of red was all wrong for her skintone, she just looked sick. when i brought this up to beck and her brother alex said that she was supposed to look girl-next-door and not over the top hot. yeah. well. girl-next-door shouldn't mean sick looking with no upper lip and constantly squinting. my other writings from that night are about this couple who was sitting across from us at the bar. they were kind of dressed the same: jeans and white shirts, and the girl was all over the guy. she was on his lap at one point. then some fat guy came over and started talking to the guy and the girl seemed to lose interest... we couldn't believe the guy didn't just tell the fat guy to go away. then later when the girl was back on his lap again the fat guy asked the guy if he could sit on his lap too.. the couple left shortly after that (although we were speculating that the guy waited too long and now the girl was just going to pass out). i went to sleep then, but everytime i woke up during the night i felt the need to write more... it's kind of interesting watching my writing get more coherent as i sober up...