then there's a peak you reach...

What a wild and unpredictable life I lead. No, seriously.

Things here are good. Classes are crazy. I love my History of the Islamic Middle East class so much, Professor Petry is fascinating. I just wish I could keep up with the reading. My Art History professor is a crazy bitch. We have our second fake midterm today. Didn't this woman get the memo that distro courses are supposed to be easy? Moreoever why hasn't she yet been indoctrinated into the belief that Northwestern kids are too smart to be forced to memorize dates. The last thing I want to do is make a bunch of flashcards with dates and dynasties of Egyptian artifacts for a 200-level course as a junior in college.

I'm putting applications in the mail in the coming week to spend the summer studying abroad in Germany. I will be in Bonn for basically all of July, and then I will go to Weimar for basically all of August. Which means the time I get to spend with Sara will be a few weeks at the beginning and the end of the summer. Tolerable at best... less so in light of the fact that I'm going to spend Spring Break recovering from having my wisdom teeth out. On my birthday. And the one year anniversary of the longest and best relationship of my life. "God must hate me, cursed me for eternity / God must hate me, maybe you should pray for me / Breaking down and you can't save me / Stuck in Hell and I wanna go home..."

Speaking of Sara, and that whole situation with Spring Break... I was on the phone with her the other night, and she pointed out that I could've raised a stink about them scheduling my wisdom teeth appointment for my birthday, but I didn't. Sure, they want to do it as early as possible so that they can have the maximum observation period - but even if something goes wrong (which they tell me is unlikely) there are dentists in Evanston. Good ones, even. But I just did what I always do, which is to grin and bear it. I really had no response for it. Her pointing out that little flaw of mine just shut me up good.

It was a tiny little bit annoying, at the time. But now its mostly wonderful, somehow... that she knows me so well. I dunno, its weird.

Anyway. Stuff here at school is getting better, piece by precious piece. Some really tense and ugly shit went down at the start of this quarter (I'm speaking primarily of the stuff between Blue & Liz and Sam, here.) But I think its going to work out OK... I hope it will. Just have to remember that I've decided to stop apologizing for being myself. Really I have. Seriously!

Stop looking at me like that...

It was really good to have Dave here for B-Fest. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed having him around - he makes me laugh, we have geeky stuff in common. And, ridiculous as this is, he doesn't belittle me constantly. I don't mind it from Blue Guy, honestly I don't, but with Rodrigo sort of on hiatus while he's getting into Zoe (I couldn't find a less sexual but still accurate way to phrase that) I'm having kind of a rough time keeping my thoughts clear. If that makes any sense.

So that's where I'm at - I'm heading to bed, since I have class in the morning.