Can I Get Yo Numba?

I was on a walk this evening, like I do most evenings. What made tonight different? I got asked for my number. The guy actually scared the shit outta me at first. I was walking along on the sidewalk with my iPod blaring, like always, when out of the corner of my eye I see bicycle handlebars. I jumped out of the way and said excuse me. The following conversation is what followed.

Frankie: What's your name?
Me: Jill. Yours?
Frankie: I'm Frankie. You're very beautiful. Did you know that you are very beautiful? Has anyone told you?
Jill: Thank you.
Frankie: Can I have your number?
Jill: Sorry, I have a boyfriend.
Frankie: No problem. *rides off*

"And if this is the soundtrack, my mind and my broken heart collaborate to provide me with the movie - that night she was so tired she said she needed to lie down, so she climbed over the seat and laid out in the back. I thought I'd lost her, but then five minutes later my cell phone rang and it was her, calling me from my own backseat. In a sleepy voice she told me how safe and comfortable she felt, how she was remembering all those late-night drives back from vacation, and how she'd stretch herself out and feel like her parents were driving her bed, nothing unusual about the movement of the road under the wheels and the tree branches waving across the windshield. She said those moments made her feel like the car was home, and maybe that's how I made her feel, too. Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was."

-Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

The "Soap" Opera

As anybody who has used public laundry facilities, particularly those in shared housing (IE. Dorms), they can get pretty busy and things can get pretty nasty.
The washing machines and dryers are designed for shortened time, so that everyone can use them in an orderly fashion. Well, people will set them for TWO HOURS!!! It only takes forty-five minutes TOPS! They simply don't want to have to worry about checking on it.
So, we are sitting here on our finished washers, waiting for some idiot to come empty her dryers. Two girls walk in with buckets of dirty laundry. They realize that every appliance is in use. Either literally working or, as was the case with many washers, finished and waiting to transfer the loads. So, this girl is freaking out, yelling and ranting, because she can't do her laundry. It's not her fault for waiting so late to attempt to do laundry, it is ours because we are unwilling to move our WET laundry to our rooms. Her friend is telling her to calm down, they can either do it later or tomorrow. The girl says that she is going to go tell the Hall Director on us. She storms off, is gone for a few minutes, then returns and tells her friend they'll do it tomorrow. HAHAHAHA! Guess she realized how futile it was to keep fighting.

My Boyfriend's Back!

Stephen is now home from his stupid retreat. :)

Makes me so happy!

I missed him...

Neither of us slept well, because our nightly routines heavily involve each other.

Cannot wait until I get to see him again.

Are You Lonely Tonight?

So... this week has kinda sucked...

My family canceled their trip up here. My tuition bill came, so it was either pay the tuition or come pick me up...

My friends have all gone home for the weekend.

I'm getting sick.

And to top things all off, Stephen's stupid work retreat is in the only friggin' place he doesn't get service. Virginia... *glares at state* Why is it he can get service in a cement basement, but not in friggin' Virginia!

So, I haven't been able to talk to him since yesterday morning and won't get to until tomorrow afternoon.

In other news, I got an A on that stupid history paper! *Screams and dances with joy* I got a 92% to be exact!

Forgot to mention

There was a bomb threat in DC again today. In the subway tunnel RIGHT UNDER Stephen's office!

So, not only has there been on in the Target down the street from where he works, but right under it!!

And if that's not bad enough, last week he found a BODY!!! A BODY!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the alley next to work...

He tells me not to worry, because the body was obviously dumped. NOT TO WORRY!!!

He does work in the ghetto, I don't care how much he denies it. He does!

So My History Teacher..

So, my history teacher is a die-hard, scary, liberal democrat. And it's really kinda pissing me off. Our assigned reading, Ella Price's Journal, was one of the most horrible books that I have ever read. It made me want to gouge my eyes out. In the span of a year, a middle class house wife from the sixties does a complete 180 as far as beliefs go. And by changing all of her beliefs from conservative to outrageously liberal, she is happier. Gah... Then, the real kicker was that he wanted us to write a history research paper on a FICTION novel?!? Don't worry, I did. I am currently waiting for him to return it. Supposedly, they will be handed back tomorrow, which is also test day.
Yesterday in class, we were discussing the feminist movement of the sixties. He said, and quote, "The Republicans were more in support of the feminist movement, but only because they cared more about business than people's home life." WHAT THE HELL? They did something good and he still spins it badly! Either that or he was against the feminist movement, which wouldn't suprise me either.

As A Mere Freshman,

I get to stage manage!!!

WOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even More Proof

Last night, Stephen and I were talking on the phone. He was soooo tired, it was funny. So, he started rambling about really random things, like Star Trek and corn dogs.

Stephen: (talking about some Star Trek alien) I wanna be blue and have antennae.
Jill (Me): You wanna be a smurf?

:D

I eventually started to read a poem called The Names and he started going on about baby names and he didn't know why we were talking about them, because we weren't have kids. *laughs* He was so cute.

But I did convince him that he had asked for a story and read him a handful of poetry until he fell asleep.

Scary Scary Times

Yesterday, Stephen decided to go to Target. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong. He and his mother had only been there ten minutes, when they announced that their was a bomb threat. They barred the doors while they deliberated whether or not to allow them to leave the building, because it was possible the bomber was in the building and would not detonate the bomb while he was in there.

Have the morons ever heard of suicide bombers?!?

Anyway, they ultimately evacuate the mall. Smart move.

No harm, no foul, right?

Wrong.

Luckily, no one was hurt. Everyone got out okay and the building did not blow up.

They found the bomb later that evening. It was a dud. The scary thing is that it was supposed to explode five minutes before the threat was called in. They weren't supposed to have the option of evacuating, because they weren't going to know. If the thing had not been a dud, the love of my life would be dead right now!

I was half-hysterical when I found out. I hope they catch the son of a bitch and kill him painfully. Hell, I wanna do it myself.

Late Night Meetings

Seriously, 9 and 10 o'clock meetings?!? And making them MANDATORY?!?
You've done lost your mind.

I am not gonna wake up for any more of your stupid meetings.

Schedule them at a decent time. Not bed time.

Because I need sleep.
Seriously, I have a 17 hour course load, work study, and rehearsals.

And I am sick!

So, I'll thank you kindly for having future meetings at a respectable time.

More Proof

Of how adorkable my baby is. I <3 him so much.

Stephen: If you were ever assimilated by the Borg, I love you enough to kill you myself.
Me: Thank you, Baby. I think.
Stephen: *laughs* It's good, baby. I'd put you out of your brain-eating misery if you were a zombie, too.

Ain't he cute?