Small World

Something interesting happened to me yesterday. I got this Facebook friend request from a guy, Cal, who knew both Lawrence and Brittany, a girl from my department. I accepted the request thinking it was probably someone from my department.

Then Cal messaged me saying he had noticed we had 2 mutual friends, one of them being his BFF Brittany! It turns out, Cal used to live in my same hallway last year, so that's how he had met Lawrence and Brittany (Brittany's boyfriend used to live in my apartment last year). Haha what a small world!

Anyway, we got to talking and Cal is really very nice! I'm glad to have made a new friend.

Plus, he's really cute too. From his pictures he looks like he's a really happy guy. If something more happened I certainly wouldn't mind.... ;) We'll see though.

Speaking of that, Fred told me he got me my Christmas present, and that I would "probably be happy and surprised." My first thought was, "Oh shit. He's not about to propose to me is he?"

I really am kind of a bitch sometimes. I don't know though, Fred is really starting to bug me. I probably don't deserve whatever present he got me. Not because I don't deserve to be happy and surprised, but because he is interested in me and I am not interested in him. What bothers me is that he treats Becky the same as me, but apparently he wants to get with me and not her. Wtf. So it's ok for Becky to talk about her sex life, but it's not ok for me to talk about mine (or lack thereof) because I'm supposed to be "sensitive" to the fact that Fred is interested in me. Well fuck that, I didn't sign up for that. When someone agrees to be friends with you, that means they're not supposed to make awkward comments about how you could just fuck them if you want to fuck someone so bad to celebrate your cousin's birthday. Seriously. And I did have a talk with him about how interested he is in my homework. I told him that it was stressing me out more when he kept asking about it because I go on Facebook to take breaks and de-stress, not to be reminded of how badly my work is going.

And it's going pretty bad. I'm very behind on my strat paper. I finally have all the notes down on my paper, and am trying to organize/streamline 28 pages single spaced into 15 pages double spaced. Plus I need to come up with my own interpretation, which fucked if I know what that will be. If I were still in undergrad I would be skipping my classes today to work on my paper. I can't do that, because I'm a grad student and because I have to teach today.

So instead I'm skipping the gym today (will go tomorrow night instead probably, since Wednesdays are my day off) since I can't do much work tonight due to symphony rehearsal. Oh, hell week, how I hate you. I just want to be on break so I can relax and read some trashy romance novels.