A Blog for Liz

Whoo! So, let's see... this past week has been not so hot. Friday I went to a really boring EEP get together for about 20 minutes, involving Christine showing a few inches of creamy thigh, which was pretty unnecessary, and Max and Tyler... shirtless. Unnecessary, also, but funny. Until Liz suggested going to the HUB, which was a brilliant idea, and bowling was fun. Everyone went off to do stuff, but I decided to go home because when I got into my mom's car I looked into her eyes and said something along the lines of "Well, people were going to Red Robin but I thought I should get home in time for dinner [unspoken subtext] Maybe acting like I am so happy to be home with my beloved parents might allay the regular evening shouting-match?" Sharon came for dinner, and asked me to go to a piano concert with her on Saturday night. I was like, "Oh hell. No excuse... no social life... what to say... oh God oh no... erm... yeah, why not?" So on Saturday, after swimming (ew... swimming laps is not fun) and studying, I went to this "Russian virtuoso"'s concert at Sharon's church. There were about 15 people there - literally 15. It was sad and pathetic and although the pianist was very good, nobody likes to be somewhere empty, the energy is just sucked out of a place. Sunday, I worked out (trying to make a habit of it) and came back feeling faintly ill. Spent most of the day lolling around, not-studying. Monday, I had a midterm which I wasn't prepared for, and in the evening, my parents and I are being all chummy and I make the mistake (but the inevitable one) of mentioning that unfortunately I have a midterm the day after the premiere, and BANG! There goes my chances of doing the one thing that I was really looking forward to, and kept checking my planner to see how many weeks were left until it occurred. I tried to make my case (that lack of sleep won't affect my performance on a midterm if I'm prepared, which is actually true) but I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Also, the tickets are unexchangeable. So, I'll be spending all of Thursday afternoon and night trying to concentrate on studying, wishing I was at the premiere with Team Innocent featuring Sinclaire - and that'll really make me do well. Damnation!
So, today, what fantastic adventures did I have today?. Spent two hours sitting in a bus in the pouring rain. Got to class halfway through section, got back a paper with another perfect score, and my fourth note from a professor/TA asking if they could put it on the course website - hooray, clearly I can spend the rest of my life writing papers and be supremely well-qualified! Went to work out at the IMA, bought a celebrity magazine to read because I can't exercise my head and body at the same time. Vogue, a "classy" mag - i.e. how to strengthen your vagina, and make him breathless with pleasure - was almost $5, so I went for InStyle, and learned that Jude and Sienna have split for good and Nicole Kidman might have had breast implants. But I couldn't concentrate on that even, because when I'm exercising it's always like "Oh, this is SO boring. I just want to curl up in a chair. When will this end? Gah! Booooooring" and the magazine didn't really help. I talked to Greg in the annex, then went to the library, read Liz's blog, discovered that I'm not sexy enough to wear low-rise jeans, and now I'm writing this - just like SpaceBalls, the past merges with the present! I have a feeling this rather unstructured entry was not up to the standards of my previous ramblings, but it will have to do.

My Current Life Goal: Convince my parents to let me go to the premiere. This means:
-Study/practice violin every single minute I'm home, or at the very least stare at my books and sigh meaningfully as if I'm studying, because I've perfected that (God if my parents somehow find this blog, I am so dead)
-Be perky and polite and share fascinating details about my classes and life
-No parties or otherwise fun activities if my parents show any signs of reluctance
-Get back tons of good grades
-Do not mention the premiere - number 1 rule of parent-handling.
We'll see how it turns out. Any suggestions let me know. Oh, Liz - congratulations on the blue Honda!! YOU HAVE A CAR!!! Let's see... the only name that keeps popping into my head at the moment is Davis, and I have NO IDEA WHY.