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[phthalombrage]

So hey, yeah, it's Tuesday again
and boy, do I still suck at life!

At work, though, two interesting things happened. Well, lots of things happened. Maybe not lots. Let me tell you them.

So Amanda from Tepper was working alongside me today. She's actually really nice, despite being a business major and all. There was the usual calling... until she finds this Italian guy and emails him because she's taking Italian. We start talking about Florida because I was calling Florida people before I hit a massive vein of Ohioans. I like calling Florida kids because I can describe Seasons to them and because they get it when I talk about why UF is lame. Much more interesting to call than prospective students from the mid-Atlantic states.

Anyway, we start talking about people from our schools. I try to look up the two I know in the system. One's there, no word on her decision yet, but Stefan's not in the database because SCS doesn't have a call list. I end up finding a French-sounding name and emailing it. That is thing one. I am a creepy stalker thorough employee of Admissions.

Then comes thing two, Dr. Seuss. I decide to call Stefan and see if he has any questions. We talked for almost two hours. I forgot about dance and was there like forty minutes late... but it was weird. Stefan is generally quiet and awkward, and he was actually holding a conversation and actually had some questions about CMU (-"What is the most interesting building on campus?" -"Wean." -"That was fast."). I am proud of him for somehow becoming more talkative. But it's good to know he's still the same guy, for the most part. He still plays excessive amounts of minesweeper, looks up everything on Wikipedia, and was sad he didn't get to use his TI-83 factoring program or convert large numbers to binary in his head in the recent Academic Olympics season. I kind of wonder why he had so much to say about Mr. McCracken, though. Old man, taught history and both econs... slightly senile, slightly bald, looked like Dave Thomas and sometimes sang songs of the sixties as he reminisced about his wonderful daughter...

But yeah, totally late for dance. sideways frowny face.
At least I amused Anita with my rendition of a shimmying robot. Oscillicious.

Schatz had the worst vegetarian entrée of record. Buffalo tofu? It was a handful of more-than-bite-sized chunks of mediumly-firm (perhaps as firm as My Mother's Ass, the 15-pound Levitating Potato (past its prime)) tofu in spicy sauce with onions. Hooray baked potato and pasta with cheese, cheese, cheese. But Mallory/Rigel/Kelsey cheered me up after my usual Tuesday fit of tears and feelings of general inadequacy. Seriously, Dr. caps dude, you have yet to prove your usefulness.

So now I am studying Concepts and hoping to gods I don't believe in that I won't be as nervous as I usually am about exams and ruin everything forever. My expectations are low... it's a good start.

And hey, KGB politics are nuts and I'm going to be papier-mâché-ing a robot for booth over break and faire-ing la grasse matinée and reading books and cleaning up the disgraceful mess that is my room and it will be great!

Sunt eu, un haiduc.

Comments

[23rd-irishman.livejournal.com]

He wears his flowing, blond locks in a ponytail now.

He looks like Gaston!

[cantalopesunite.livejournal.com]

I second that assessment.

You know, I really think that Stefan, with his "flowing, blond locks" could give Austin a run for his money. Although, the former looks slightly albino while the latter looks more like Jesus.