Nobody told me Aimee Mann was on an episode of the West Wing. NOBODY TOLD ME. It’s okay, I forgive you, but never do it again.

I keep forgetting to put pens in my bag. This morning all I had in class was a bright orange one. I felt ridiculous.

It’s that time of year again. When I wash my hands, I turn on the hot water. When I run out of clean socks, I wear my Uggs and not my sandals. Then again, it’s not actually winter. I refuse to turn on the heat, partly because I know the temperature indoors right now is right about where it will be in November with the heat on. I still leave my fan on at night for the noise even though I’ve put my comforter on the bed. I talked to a first-year from Missouri today (where I hear it does snow) who was a little freaked out. I remember those days. Now I prefer to live in denial.

I had an interesting experience with the West Wing tonight. (The show, not the wing of the White House.) I turned it on at 9:30, expecting that I would get sucked into watching two episodes, and then the one episode went on for two hours. Okay, I lied, that was interesting for no one but me.

I think I’m going to Bonaire in January! My parents will scuba dive and I will do other cool things that don’t involve being underwater with something huge and metal strapped to my back, unable to move quickly up or down.

All of the fish in Grace’s tank are dead. The snail is still alive, and has laid many, many eggs. There is really only one explanation for this. He’s a homicidal megalomaniac. Or is he pescicidal?

I have a Latin quiz tomorrow. I think I’m pretty much ready. Seriously, ask me to say something in Latin. Anything. Anything at all. As long as it’s in present indicative (I think I learned the imperfect in sixth grade but it left my memory along with medieval history), first or second declension, and first or second conjugation.

I’m listening to the second movement of the Barber violin concerto, which might be my favorite piece of music ever. You should listen to it. I’m playing it, and if you ever hear me play it, then you’ll know what it’s supposed to sound like, and why the opening makes me think someday I might throw away my violin for the moody world of double reeds.

I left something really embarrassing at work yesterday. I’m not going to say what, because that would be yet more embarrassing. So, just, well, this was really a pointless announcement.

I talk about TV too much. Case in point:

cest si belle (7:05:38 PM): so, coud you name all your tv crushes ever?
SeldomWashMyself (7:05:43 PM): I think so…
SeldomWashMyself (7:05:55 PM): let me think
cest si belle (7:07:16 PM): cuz kris said she could and i’m going to ask her who they all are
cest si belle (7:07:20 PM): and now i’m interested
SeldomWashMyself (7:07:30 PM): Hawkeye Pierce, Josh Lyman, Dr. Carter on ER, Chandler from Friends, Kevin from the Wonder Years, Chris Noth on Law and Order
SeldomWashMyself (7:07:42 PM): Oh, Dr. Fleishman from Northern Exposure
SeldomWashMyself (7:07:52 PM): Doogie Houser
cest si belle (7:08:19 PM): oh really chris noth on law and order?
cest si belle (7:08:22 PM): hahahaha
SeldomWashMyself (7:08:27 PM): oh Jordan from My So-Called Life
SeldomWashMyself (7:08:29 PM): omg, yes
cest si belle (7:08:33 PM): i should make this a survey
cest si belle (7:08:35 PM): oh yeah jordan
SeldomWashMyself (7:09:30 PM): oh, Riker from Star Trek
cest si belle (7:09:31 PM): dr. carter is pretty cute
cest si belle (7:09:40 PM): i think i might develop some crushes on grey’s anatomy characters
cest si belle (7:09:45 PM): i heart george o’malley
SeldomWashMyself (7:09:47 PM): ummm YES
SeldomWashMyself (7:09:48 PM): me too!
cest si belle (7:09:50 PM): hahaha riker
cest si belle (7:10:01 PM): did you see the episode where he drew a smiley face on a glove and blew it up?
cest si belle (7:10:03 PM): i DIED
SeldomWashMyself (7:10:13 PM): YES!!!! Is that the one where he was a Q?
cest si belle (7:11:01 PM): what’s a q?
cest si belle (7:11:06 PM): are we mixing tv shows here?
cest si belle (7:11:16 PM): riker was a q?
cest si belle (7:11:21 PM): i thought he was an alaskan.
SeldomWashMyself (7:11:25 PM): Yes, I don’t know why I said that…
cest si belle (7:11:41 PM): I’m so confused.
SeldomWashMyself (7:11:48 PM): I am too.
cest si belle (7:12:07 PM): there aren’t qs on grey’s anatomy right?
SeldomWashMyself (7:12:29 PM): I had two comments and I managed to splice them together
cest si belle (7:12:56 PM): ahhhh
cest si belle (7:13:00 PM): causing mass confusion.
cest si belle (7:13:03 PM): and by mass, i mean for the two of us.
SeldomWashMyself (7:13:07 PM): I am good at that.
cest si belle (7:13:30 PM): it’s why you’re a journalist
cest si belle (7:13:33 PM): that and the alcohol
SeldomWashMyself (7:14:11 PM): and the hot men. Hah.
cest si belle (7:16:42 PM): ah good. back on topic.

Well, let’s be serious, I talk about the West Wing too much. Soon I’ll try to at least switch shows.

I’m talking to my mom on IM about Hurricane Rita. She says the highway is packed, there are no batteries around, and the university is closed tomorrow. Apparently some of our neighbors have boarded up their windows. (I think she feels that’s unnecessary.) The newspaper says that the closest hotel vacancy (not on the coast) to my county is in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

I finally made an appointment at the CDC, the place that I work daily.

Grey’s Anatomy, 9 pm Sunday.

!!!!

Weekend’s over. Quick recap.

Friday:
Grace: I’ve slept with two out of six Jews!

Saturday:
Leaving the Neighborhood Cafe at 2 am (so technically Sunday, which is Grace’s birthday):
Grace: something about friends
Cassie: Yeah, seriously, I don’t have many friends, and you guys are pretty much all of them, and I don’t even know some of you that well. Like Will, he’s probably my sixth best friend.

Kris, to Emily and Orlando: You guys are so cute. Can I be in a three-way marriage or something?
Orlando, dropping to his knees: Thank you, Jesus!

Sunday:
Me: Morgan, if I bought a pair of Crocs, would you kill me?
Morgan: No, but I’d probably never talk to you again.

I watched three episodes of the West Wing today. This needs to stop, except that I love it. But I keep feeling like I’m living in another world, one where people are constantly witty and run the country, not one where I can’t figure out my linguistics homework and don’t know what to do with the rest of my life.

Happy birthday, Grace.

My landlord has been here all day sawing and hammering and scraping at the walls from outside. It’s 7:30 on a Friday evening. What is he doing at my house? I can’t leave now or he will win the passive-aggressive fight he doesn’t know about.

Astroworld is closing! How sad. Especially for people like me who don’t like rollercoasters. No, seriously. Something to do with real estate and shareholders. Nothing to do with eating sugary overpriced food, riding huge rickety old rollercoasters, laurel freaking out at the top of the Dungeon Drop (which I STILL feel bad about), post-French Symposium deflation, or Girl Scouts only day (that one’s a little embarrassing). Sad.