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2004-04-08 - 10:47 p.m.
I’ve been workin’ this graveshift, and I ain’t made shit
Tuesday was my pop's birthday, so on Wednesday I went and had lunch with the big guy. It also happened to be the first day of spring that has actually felt like spring, which was a nice bonus. We walked around Fells Point and shot the shit and god I love Baltimore in the spring. The gift I got for him was the first season of Rocky & Bullwinkle on DVD, which I knew as soon as I saw it was perfect for him, he grew up that stuff and passed down a love for it to us as youngins. The semester is still moving at a fairly leisurely pace. I love this calm before the onslaught of due papers and finals begins, even if I could probably stand to be less calm and get a head start on said papers and studying. But fuck it, I've been feeling some serious fatigue lately. I mean, I'm proud of myself that I can juggle full time classes and 2 part time jobs as functionally as I have for the past few months, probably at least once or twice a week I just want to curl up in a ball and have a good cry or something. And the past week or two I think it's happened more than usual. I'm on this seesaw where I go to work and have to stand around or run around and do stuff I don't want to do, and then I go to class and have to sit in one place and listen to stuff that rarely interests me. Usually it's not so much this way, but this semester I have an exceptionally boring round of classes. Well, two of them are occasionally stimulating, but the other two bore me to tears. I have a class on writing reviews with a professor who taught one of my first classes freshman year, and maybe my memory is faulty, but I don't remember her being so flaky and senile and terrible at teaching. And it's one of those classes where every day there's more dittos. Just ditto after ditto, my notebook has nearly doubled in thickness thanks to all the handouts I've stuffed in it from this class, most of which are completely useless but I can never bring myself to throw out papers from a class until the semester's over. But it's also the one class I have with Kelly, and since she's graduating next month, it'll be the last I have with her, which is kind of a bummer because she's the one good friend I have in the English department that I usually get to have a class or two with who makes it a little more bearable. We were assigned a stupid little class presentation, and decided to ours together, but for some reason the flaky professor kept forgetting to ask us to do our presentation, we got passed over in the schedule completely for a couple weeks before she even remembered about us. Which was fine by us, since we weren't too eager to go through with it, but after a while the waiting was insane. Last week we finally did our presentation, a full 6 weeks after we were originally scheduled to. Insane. Since Kelly is taking (and struggling in) the grammar class I aced last semester, I tutor her from time to time, and she has a test coming up so a couple nights this week we met at her place and she made dinner and I helped her with diagramming sentences in exchange for the grub. She has the grammar class with a cute girl who's also in our writing reviews class, and one night she came over to study with us. Prior to this, I hadn't talked much to said cute girl, but it came up rather early in conversation that she's gay, which I didn't see coming at all, because I have no gaydar. Anyway, me being claimed already, it's not like I had my hopes up or anything. But there's something kind of harmless and fun about flirting with a lesbian. She even said something about how I have an interesting face and she likes to look at me, which in a weird way feels like more of a compliment than if I straight girl had been hitting on me. So that was my ego boost for the week. My next big hurdle is figuring out if I want to sign up for summer classes and how many, which will decide whether I graduate in December of this year or May of next year. Oh yeah, and I really need to do my fucking taxes. -al
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