Gordon Lightfoot, Dream Street Rose
Urk. Gods, am I tired. I still have yet to get a good night's sleep. Mostly, it's because I want to talk with people in the dorms, talk to people online (especially Sean) and read this Elizabeth Moon book. So I stay up late. Then I'm tired in the morning, push myself through another day on a barely functioning level, and repeat the process. Urk. But I haven't got any morning classes Thursday or Friday this week, so maybe I can catch up on sleep then.
I got my grade on my second persuasive speech back today. Not great, but not as bad as I'd feared. I still have a strong A going in that class. Next we're doing special occasions speeches. He said I could do a computer training seesion speech. That should be fun. I'm tempted to pick something arcane and annoying, ideally involving Linux, just because then no one in the class will be able to follow it, but I think I'll restain that impulse. It's no fun to feel stupid and I don't really want to do that to a room full of people by purposely picking a topic that they can't follow.
I got my last quiz back in philosophy, the one that I didn't have to take because he only takes the top 5 out of 6 scores and I'd gotten perfects on all the other ones. Another perfect score on this one, which surprised me. I didn't really think I explained it that well. So I think that bodes pretty well for the final. I think I'm the only person in the class with an absolutely perfect score. There were two of us with perfects going into the last quiz, but I think the other girl chose not to bother taking it. So anyway, I was pretty happy about that. I think that's the best I've done in a class, ever. I only got an 85 on the paper though. Considering I got sidetracked and forgot to answer the question, I think that's a pretty decent score.
Choir was choir. I think my voice gets funky when I don't get enough sleep. I'm pretty damn sure my sense of pitch gets funky when I don't get enough sleep. But choir's still fun most of the time. Jessica got mad at Gil again though. She just isn't happy in that group. It's too bad, she has a lovely voice.
Jeff and I went shopping for gaming books after that. I think it went pretty well. He was fairly nice to me, and we found the stuff we were looking for. And when I told him that Sean and I were dating now (I showed great restraint and waited until a large boring lull in the conversation in the car) he muttered a fairly terse "I know" or something to that effect, so someone must have already told him. I think he's annoyed about it. Ah well, he'll deal. I wish I knew why it seems to bother him so much. I wonder how widely the Sean info has spread so far. Probably Jeff just randomly heard it from Jessica last night or something. Not that I mind the whole world knowing, I'm just curious if my life is actually interesting enough to others to have stuff like that spread very far or fast. I'm happy that I'm dating Sean, and I really don't care who knows or doesn't know. I know and he knows, and everyone else knowing is optional. Although part of me wants to go around putting up fliers or something. Anyway.
Then I went home for a bit. Dad was over picking up some stuff, so I got to talk to both parents. I told them that Sean and I were dating now, which they didn't know, and that I was planning to head to the bay area this summer, which I'd talked about before but had been less firm on. I think they took it pretty well. They like Sean, so I knew that that wouldn't be an issue. But I'm surprised at how well they took me going to California. I guess they trust me not to make too big of a mess out of things.
Then I came back to the dorms and got online. Talked with some permutation of Ian, Jessica and Sean mostly. Then Sean called me so I ducked offline. He's so sweet to call me. I need to go buy a phone card so I can call him. I feel bad that it's always his money we're spending when we talk, and I want to reciprocate. It's only fair. Plus, I'd just like to be able to call him rather than always making him call me. I don't want himn to start thinking that my not calling means that I don't care. I do care, I just always think of things like phone cards in the middle of the night when no place is open. One of the things we talked about tonight was my purity score. He read yesterday's entry, where I mentioned that it didn't really go down much. He offered me some vague congratualtions on that, and I wrote back and told him that it wasn't really important to me any more. I didn't really realize until I had to respond to his comment, but it really isn't important to me any more. A year ago, I wanted to hoard my remaining purity, not lose any more points. Now, I really don't give a damn. There are more important things in life. I'll do things based on whether or not they seem worth doing, purity scores be damned. I think this is probably a more healthy attitude.
I'm too tired to really talk much more, so to bed I go. I swear, I'll get back to some level of functionality soon, and then I'll start being interesting again.
Captain Squanky signing off