Hola blog,
I'm sorry to be such an absentee parent. However, I've been awake for 38 hours straight and my brain WILL NOT SHUT OFF. Tonight is the eve of my mother visiting, however, and I've a ton of shit to before my 11:30, and classical music just isn't rocking me to sleep. So here we are. Cue the timpani drumroll.
I went to Molly's to pick up some stuff I forgot and ended up talking to her for 2 hours tonight about being maladjusted, which was nice. We talked really loudly and she didn't laugh at any of my stupid jokes, more power to her. Except Molly is rather intimidatingly well-adjusted and is already doing psych research, whereas I'm quite proud I didn't spend all day in my ill-fitting leggings, participated repeatedly in every class, and ate something besides creme-filled cookies today. Apparently if I want to get any research done with a Fordham grant I have to apply by next week and I have no idea how to go about this, I have a vague idea about the Mexican government's corruption and Latin American inflation and all my professors are either retired/on sabbatical/have known them for three weeks and I have no idea how to draft some abstract shit, or even worse make a lasting connection with a random professor, by October 1st. Lots of frantic, unprepared emails to Dean Gould. I can't believe I actually have to think about the summer right now.
I forgot to call my dad yesterday for his birthday. Fuck, I need to find a time to do that tomorrow. As if I needed a reason to hide in a bathroom while my mom visits.
What else? My roommates have been good so far; I'm glad I have the loft, though, so I have the right balance of being a socially awkward loner and having someone to talk to at the end of the day. But they're currently the only friends I have, and while they're funny and we get along well, I miss you guys like an Overly Attached Polyamorous Girlfriend. Also my loft adjoins these obnoxious sporty girls who ruined my almost-nap with their grunting and country music. I hate athletes. Do any of your schools have them? Also why must it take them five minutes each to figure out how to swipe into the caf?
At some point in the next ten years I will get my shit together, but in the meantime I'd better go in for Round 2 of sleeping. Thanks, blog, for letting me get my insomniac worries and furies off my chest, I promise I'll be more cheerful/insightful/coherent in my next post.
Toodaloo, as my new bro-friend Mike says (to all of his bros, who of course are also named Mike)
I'm gonna go eat the chocolate bar I left within arm's reach
Aw Isabelll <333333 I have some things to say...
ReplyDelete1. Not to be your mother or anything, but WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED ME LATELY? AFTER THE NICE VOICEMAIL I LEFT YOU... i mean, *cough* i will give you some slack for now since it's mommy weekend. but we live in the same country so call me sometime when you can and we'll catch up :)
2. Let us know how mommy weekend went. I hope all goes well.
3. Wow. Research. Someone's in academia.
4. Do you and your roommates do fun stuff? Do you still work at Rod's?
5. Emerson doesn't really have athletes, but the other day these two girls tried to convince me to join one of the six quidditch teams. they insisted that it was the way to get invited to all the cool parties.
6. i keep typing 'Fordham' when I mean to type 'Emerson.' location/ identity crisis.
7. I lol'd at "to all of his bros, who of course are also named Mike."
8. Isabel, your Jessica Darling is showing lol
ReplyDelete9. Chin ups, boobs out.
10. The athletes at my school wear really nice track pants which allow you to look at their penises , but those penises sometimes come with a mullet.
I have not identified the female athletes.
11. What do you want to research?
12. Have you been masturbating normally?
13. What fun things have you done in the city?