life is good

yowsa. this week’s gonna be a doozy. last week however rocked.

Spring Break 2007: i caught a goal in ultimate frisbee against dook, i discovered a new-found love for ultimate frisbee, i had a mild run-in with the law, i built some houses, did some roofing, painting, and demolition work, toured the southern east coast, picked oranges from a grove, and hung out with pretty much the coolest kids unc has to offer. good times.

all the construction work and hammering and sleeping on wooden gymnasium floors under stadium lights however has left my body hating me.

so this week ET of the ny friends is coming to visit. for FIVE days.  This is pretty great, except that it’s his spring break no longer mine, and entertaining and such will be mildly stressful. i’m also gonna have to peace out on him for like 2 of those 5 days out of sheer class attendance and prior obligations and such. but it should be about 70-80 degrees while he’s here, so he should be alright. Y, however, may not survive having a ny-guy-friend visiting me for 5 days.

so today and tom’r are pretty much all i’ve got to get anything done. and i forgot that my thesis prospectus is due Friday. yikes. luckily i already wrote the prospectus, i just need an advisor or two to be like ‘heck yea’. by friday. so far i’ve gotten 4 rejections of differing sorts.

anyway. so i’m possibly way too excited for seeing some family next month. A and UChris and co. woohoo!

oohh and i think i’m sick. like something’s kinda wrong. but we can talk about that later.

females can be such irrational beings. i used to think that guys couldn’t understand, were just stupid, but really a lot of what we do does not make much outwardly-visible rational sense. for example. last night. i was headed home after a solid 9 hours of classes, having decided to go to bed early so that i could get up really early and get all my work done. if i got a lot done today, wednesday, i’d let myself go to the CMI benefit bar night on thursday night without much guilt (afterall, thursday is still a schoolnight).

on my way back to the dorm i run into S, V, and a group of other people. really likeable ppl. some of my favorites here. they were headed to L’s b/c that’s where you go here on Tuesday nights and said i should go. decision. i panicked. i was so content to go home and get sleep, but i liked these ppl.

thing is i wouldn’t have considered it except that i looked good last night. normally, it’s been a while since i’ve showered or i’m in my pajama’s or i just generally look half-dead. but for mildly damaging reasons which were originally going to be the story of this post, i was wearing makeup. lot’s of makeup. paint, really. i let someone put eye makeup on me - someone who thinks that ‘eye makeup’ consists of 5 layers and 10 products and extends well into the forehead/temple region. 

while allowing this eye-caking wasn’t exactly voluntary and at first included more than a few tears, after a while it went from drag-queenesque to looking really good. homegirl was right - concealing, lightening, basing, dusting, brushing and using complementary colors really does prevent creasing. it also turned out that i had showered that day (ok fine the day before, but it was at night).

so i went from really content to be getting home, to wondering for 20 minutes if i should go out just for 1 drink. the thing that was potentially changing my mind and taking up so many of my indecisive thoughts was just that my eyes looked good that night.

it’s things like these. and, they happen constantly. not just daily. so i’m thinking perhaps i’ll give Y some more credit for not really understanding most of my decisions. i don’t understand most of my decisions.

don’t get me wrong i won’t start explaining to Y my thought process behind going out, staying in, sleeping over, showering, etc. because that would just be painful. for all involved - me too. but when he doesn’t understand why i have to randomly leave in the middle of the morning or why i have to shower after 7pm that day, we’ll just leave it at that.

feminists would be angry with this post i bet. feminists are angry b/c i’m not from the south and i say ‘you guys’  instead of ‘y’all’, so i’m pretty sure this post wouldn’t be a favorite. don’t get me wrong - i understand women and i stand fully and rightfully in defense of each and every one of my non-rational-looking decisions (that’s a lie, but for now i’m just gonna keep it there), - all i’m saying is that i could understand a male not quite understanding certain necessities.