Subpar Day

I'm in this class that's typically reserved for first semester freshmen. I'm in it because I haven't been able to sign up since I changed my major after sophomore year. This class would be great if I was a first semester freshman; however, I am a senior. And these freshmen are complete idiots. I want to throw something at them every class and/or feed them the wrong information so they keep looking like idiots. This class puts me in a bad mood each and every time I attend.

But this isn't the sole reason I've had a subpar day.

The same old man that called on Tuesday asking about Obama's traveling secret service agents called again today. He has a good memory for an old geezer. He remembered me as soon as I answered the phone and started laughing and proceeded to say, "Haha oh you're that idiot intern who doesn't know what the hell she's doing. Go ahead and save yourself the embarrassment and self-esteem loss and pass me along to someone who knows what's going on in the world and then go quit your internship."

Seriously?

I don't know what my deal is this week to make this statement, that I know isn't true, get to me so much. I guess it's just been one of those weeks where I can't do anything right socially. In the past week or so, I've successfully made this incredible guy--whom I've come to really like--angry with me a handful of times because I keep saying stupid things. Or I don't say something. There's never any real reason for saying those things, so I'm not entirely sure what has made me think they have been warranted. I feel terrible about acting like the crazy psycho person I've always tried my best to avoid. I'm irritating myself, I'm bored with all of my classes except maybe one, I want to get on with my life and start a career that I actually enjoy.

Enough rambling. Maybe I should actually pay attention to this now 30 minute conversation about how the freshmen want a president they can drink beer with.

Blabbering

Life is going by too slow for me at the moment. Maybe I just need something to spice it up, or maybe I'm just having a bummer of a night. I have two obscenely long papers due next week that I really should have started weeks ago, but procrastination is much more appealing than the work itself.

Today I registered for my last fall semester of college. Bittersweet, really. I'm ready to graduate and get on with the next chapter of my life and meet the new people that I will add to my absolutely wonderful collection of best friends. Opposite of the line in a John Mayer song, I've never been that good at being young. I've always wanted to be a few years older, which is why I get along better with those older than me. I guess it's because I like being in control of things and I don't like not knowing what will happen. So, I figure if I could make time go by faster, I would learn where exactly I'm going and when and with whom. Too bad that can't happen. Ah, c'est la vie.

Can it be summer yet? Please? 

Time Wasted is... Annoying.

I started new hours at work today. The internship coordinator finally realized that I spend five and a half of my six hours doing absolutely nothing (read: briefing myself on the daily world news, Texas criminal law news, DC news, conservative/Republican news, and doing homework when I feel that I'm knowledgable enough about what's going on in the world that day).

Things I have learned from Day 1:

-- My body wakes me up at 8:00am and will not let me sleep past 10:00am.
-- It's very sad when 10:00 is the latest your body will let you sleep in.
-- I seriously need to invest in curtains.
-- There is this new concept called "downtime" and I have no idea how to utilize it. It currently consists of me sitting in front of my computer with the Travel Channel on in the background.
-- Although I didn't figure this out today, I have the travel bug.
-- Even when I cut my hours in half, I still only do no more than one hour of actual secretarial work per internship session (I have deemed this no longer an actual "working" internship).
-- This internship is stupid (not that that's a new idea either) and I can't wait to start my new one at the DA's office.

However, today Dad informed me that we are getting a new puppy in four weeks!!!! I'm not sure I can effectively spell out the excitement that goes with this news. I love puppies, especially those that belong to me. They are the greatest things in the entire world and simply the news of getting a new one has made my day better. We're getting a male Bouvier des Flandres so Macy, our Portuguese Water Dog, will have a buddy. YAY!

Boy and I took a spontaneous date/trip to Winstar Casinos late Thursday night. I'd never been so I attribute my winnings of $88.57 on a penny slot machine to be beginner's luck. We left promptly after I cashed in because we figured we weren't going to get any luckier. Have I acquired a gambling addiction? No way. Gambling makes me nervous because I think it's stupid to lose obscene amounts of money (like $20) in less than seven minutes on two hands of Blackjack. Especially when you pretend you can count cards by thinking 1...2...3...4...5... in your head because no matter how many times Boy tries to explain it, you have no clue what +2 or -1 means. Just because I've seen the movie 21 doesn't mean I get how to win Blackjack.