"I learned a long time ago the less you depend on others, the better off you are."- Maddy Piper, Suddenly Susan10:14 a.m. I can already tell this is going to be a bad day.
1. The weather is (as usual) rainy and cloudy, but also it's freezing cold. I was cold all morning. Ick.
2. We had a sub in aerobics today- the teacher that does the 8 am class usually- and she SUCKED. I call her Birdwoman because she flapped her damn arms the entire time we exercised! I was clucking and tweeting by the end of class! And if you think that sounds like exercise, then let me tell you . . . flapping your arms for 45 minutes does not a workout make. Plus she didn't teach low impact, screwed up counts, didn't show moves too well and chose ones that had people bumping into each other. I've always noticed in my years of dance that even if the students look silly doing some exercise, the teacher always seems to look good. But when even the teacher, the one who made up the move, looks pathetic . . . that's the sign of a bad teacher. If she comes back to sub again I'm using one of my free days and going home!
3. We have French oral exam today. I know no French. The topics are: your car, your job, what foreign countries you've traveled to, and what you wanna be when you grow up. Let's see- no car, no job, haven't been to Europe, and don't know what I wanna be. Even if I COULD talk in French I'd have nothing to say. Man, do I wanna cut that class.
4. And last night I kept dreaming of this cute guy in French class. He was really hot in the dream, even though in real life he's just music-obsessed and never does much. But in the dream he was quite a turn-on. I hate when I dream about some guy in that capacity and then see him the next day- it's too damn weird.
11:36 p.m. I signed up for summer school.
Sarah and Hardeep came by again, we went in the spa.
Saw Buffy (interesting, confusing as hell, but not as gross- and what's up w/Drusilla? She acts like she took LSD in the sixties and still hasn't gotten over it.) and Dawson's Creek.
Pacey was a stud, Joey was as gorgeous as we knew she was (although she shrugged her shoulders and pouted a lot, and sounded like she was on helium while she was singing my favorite song!). As for Dawson . . . hmmm. (BTW, I loved how for once he dumped Jen instead of vice versa) Clueless males must die. And I gotta admit that I sympathize with Joey.
And you guessed it.
And I'm still hoping that he'll call tomorrow saying that he was at work late! I am sick!
But I'm soooo sure he won't.
If he ever DOES call, I'm thinking of just giving him the silent treatment- just hold the phone and shut up. However, I have no tolerance for being unable to respond, and he wouldn't get it anyway.
Or what I'll do is that I'll just start screaming that he has a severe problem- in fact, a bunch of problems, especially being a workaholic, and that he oughta learn that it's not good to not have time for friends- and that he doesn't really want to talk to me and never has, and that frankly I am sick and tired of putting up with his crap and unless he EVER changes any of that I never want to talk to him again, not that I ever do, followed by a "fuck you!" and a hangup.
Or maybe I should just write another e-mail.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'll probably just make nice like I always do, even during the dump, even like I was going to, as I geared myself all day for the bomb to be dropped. Truly THE FUCKING MORON!
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