Elise has been broke and busy lately, so while she was in political science class Wednesday night, I went to the bookstore and bought her math book for her - she had been complaining about how she needed to do the homework but didn't have the time or money to buy it while the bookstore was still open. I left it on her bed and went to calculus class, and when I got back to the room she was all smiles. "You're fantastic," she told me. "So I bought you food." Sitting on my desk were a bag of my favorite candy (BriteCrawlers) and a bottle of my favorite drink (Snapple Elements Atomic). I love that we get along this well these days.
I still haven't looked for a job here. I keep saying I'll do it Tuesday, but on Tuesday I will probably be saying that I'll do it on Thursday. This is a very bad thing.
Our fridge seems to have turned itself into a freezer overnight - today I opened a bottle of water only to find that it had turned entirely into ice. Last semester things barely stayed cold enough - we tried to keep ice cream in the compartment that is actually supposed to be a freezer, and it melted in a matter of hours. How is this possible?
Last night I went to a few parties with Natalia and Leslie and Crystal, and it wasn't long before I got bored - the parties they're interested in are always the same, and so monotonous - no one I know, no one I have any desire to meet. Loud music, unlimited beer - these are things that I would love if I were in the right company. But I ended up leaving to spend time with Brad. He made fun of me because I wouldn't admit that I was a little drunk, and we talked about our classes and our friends and our sex lives, and it's nights like those that make me appreciate being low-key every once and a while, as opposed to being incredibly drunk and wild like I tend to be on Monday nights at Reggie's.
Lately it seems like I have no clothes. Tomorrow I'll go to the mall and spend a lot of money that I should probably be saving, and for a week or two I will feel well-dressed again, before falling right back into this habit of hating everything in my closet. I almost miss my high school days of plaid skirts and Doc Martens - I only had to pick out attractive outfits on the weekends.
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
