luxemburger

I'm really sick of the girl across the hall's sex life. It sounds painful.

Or maybe I'm just weird.

Today I found out that technically I'm a sophomore already. I'm not sure exactly how that works, but whatever. Did I really come in with that many AP credits? I scored so poorly. :(( On the bright side (not that being a sophomore is a dark side, thinking about my AP scores is), my major has officially been changed to Linguistics.

After I saw my advisor about fall courses, I started walking back over to Ballentine. I had some extra time before my next class, so I sat by Showalter Fountain for a while, reading Patience & Sarah and getting sprayed whenever the wind blew. It was beautiful. Sadly, I finished the book before it was time to leave for class. I wish the story would have gone on. Maybe it'd have become boring, reading about the little daily things, but the happy ending felt so sweet to me today. I wanted more. I should have read more slowly, but I couldn't stop myself.

My advisor asked how I felt about one of my professors, and after a few more general questions, she asked how he is with the female students. Apparently there have been some complaints. And apparently he's leaving soon.

I haven't noticed anything unusual, other than a girl in my discussion section who he seems fond of. Their relationship seems to be a pretty standard teacher/student relationship though. Anyway, I was thinking about the two of them after I'd finished Patience & Sarah. It's interesting to speculate on the possibility of other people's secrets.

I really like the girl too. Not in a romantic way, but she always sits either behind me or just in front of me on Fridays. On the second day of class she picked a loose hair off of my sweater, and I thought it was cool how bold she was without even seeming to recognize that she was being bold.

[ETA: Also, I watched the first episode of Big Love tonight. <333]

Shortly after I got out of bed this afternoon (god I love sleeping in), the girl across the hall yelled, "I HAVE A SMALL VAGINA?!?" and her boyfriend, who is not quite as loud as she is, replied with something that I couldn't hear and then he laughed.

Someone should really tell her that it won't be small for long if she keeps this shit up. The bed's been creaking for the better part of an hour at a rhythm that would impress even Kamio.

Goddamn. It's five-thirty in the morning.