There's a cat on my piano

A young woman who was several months pregnant boarded a bus. When she
noticed a young man smiling at her, she began feeling humiliated on
account of her condition.  She changed her seat and he seemed more
amused.

She moved again and then on her fourth move he burst out laughing. She
had him arrested.

When the case came before the court, the young man was asked why he
acted in such a manner.  His reply was:  "When the young lady boarded
the bus I couldn't help noticing she was pregnant.  She sat under an
advertisement which read "Coming Soon:  The Gold Dust Twins", then
she moved under one that read "Sloans Liniments Remove Swelling".  I
was even more amused when she sat under a shaving advertisement which
read "William Stick Did the Trick".  Then I could not control myself
any longer when on the fourth move she sat under an advertisement
which read "Dunlop Rubber Would Have Prevented This Accident"."

He won the case.

Isn't it odd the way that we humans have a way of complicating and defining everything.  Why is that?  I sure as hell don't know.  Take affection for example.  Watching the goings on of a friend's rather complicated love life recently, it occured to me that he and a certain female just couldn't come out and say the one thing they acutally have left to say to eachother: "I love you and always will."  I don't know why they're afraid to say it.  Perhaps they're afraid of the consequences of saying it, perhaps they're afraid of being vulnerable to being hurt. But on the other hand, if you don't put yourself out there to be hurt, you'll never reap the rewards of a reciprocal love. 

Just because you say you still love someone doesn't mean you wont get overthem or even that they still have sway over you.

 

And then there's this problem of defining everything.  Why must we do that? Why must every relationship have a definition?  Why can't it just be what it is without trying to make it fit into some predetermined definition of what it should be?  Why do we force these things?  If someone has the answer, by all means, let me know.

 

The day before yesterday was Valentines day.  Everyone was saying mushy things to eachother and getting all excited.  Two people I know here named Abby and Jim, who've been dancing around this business of getting together for a LONG time, finally did it.  He bought her chocolate and flowers and told her how he felt, I understand.  So, do that.  Just say it if you want to and get it out there.  If it comes back, rejoice.  If not, move on.  Now's as good a time as any.  And I know you've desperatly been wanting to do it, so do it.  I feel like now is when I'm supposed to say, "What's the worst that could happen?"  But the standard response is, "Rejection could happen."  So, instead, I'll say this: What's the best that could happen?  Think about that one and aim for that.  You might be let down, but you wont actually lose anything.

I think the wierdest thing just happened to me: Chi Omega.  That's right!  Chi Omega, Psi Delta chapter, happened to me.

 

On our campus, there are 4 sororities: Tri-Delta, Kappa Kappa Gamma, Pi Beta Phi, and Chi Omega.  That last one is the one I've decided to join.  For some reason, I still don't know why, I decided to go though spring recruitment.  It was lots of fun and I met a lot of girls.  I got a bid from Pi Phi and Chi-O.  For me, the choice was easy: Chi-O.  They're smart and nice and have a strong academic drive, which is nice because it's something everyone needs.

 

I'm really glad I did, but it kind of feels like hell just froze over.  I mean, I never expected to join a sorority.  But here I am, nevertheless, ready and willing to join.

 

So, now you know.  Give me some feed back...hopefully not the kind you frequetnly get from microphones though.

So, I'm finally done with my first semester of college and here are the results.

 

French: B

English: B

Biology: A

Chemistry: B (I think this one is a scandalous false hood.  They said I failed the final.  I think not.  Further investigation is needed.)

Pounds lost: 5 (I think)

Hair colors: 2

Times I froze on my way to class: 10 at least

Friends made: 30 ish?

Trips to the hospital: 3

Boyfriends: 1

 

Today was a very cold, rainy day here in this driest of states.  I honestly think I'm just going to dry up and blow away in a million pieces.

There's not much to say here in Larmaie, mostly because nothing much has happened that you don't already know.  My roommate is cool, my classes are going well enough, and I'm still seeing Tom.  So far, I've taken 2 French tests and one test each in chemistry and biology.  I recieved a C and a B on my two french tests, a B on my chemistry test, and I'm pretty sure I recieved an A on my biology test, or else my head fell off in the middle of the test and you can all pretty much asume that I died.  Last week, I passed out in my biology lab.  That was a little scary and I still don't really know why it happened, although I was really tired that whole day and hadn't eaten yet that day.  But, I'm fine now and I haven't passed out.

I've met several people around here, meaning my floor.  Addison, the interior decorator who likes to throw things out the window.  Daena, the self-proclaimed Facebook whore and compleate cynic.  Shae, the hillarious music major who mocks everything with the ability to move.  There's Sarah, not the same as Sara, who's smart, nice and a Tri Delta girl. (Tri Delta is the best sorority around here because all the members are smart girls with good grades and the sorority is known for requiring very high standards from its members.)  There's Chase and Ali, quiet and cute girls from the other side of the hall.  Josh, the Air Force ROTC guy, very smart and funny but somewhat nieve.  Nate and Usman, funny as hell but manwhores.  Usman's family is Pakistani and he loves to speak in his fake Indian accent when people do stupid things.  John, who is  in SAE, which is sad considering but he's an awsome guy just the same.  His roommate Tyler is also in Air Force ROTC and he's really funny.  It's difficult to concentrate on work much of the time when John and Tyler are around simply because they keep doing things that are funny.  I've also met John's friend Kevin, with whom he went to High School.  Kevin is great and very smart.  He and I go to our Wednsday evening class together.

It's just occured to me that I've managed to say quite a lot with out managing to say anything at all.

Every once in a while, something really cool happens here.  A couple of weeks ago, Switchfoot was here.  That wasn't too exciting because they're a Christain band.  There was also some hippie people here one day making necklaces; they gave me one because I fed them and that was lots of fun.  Yesterday, there was an evangelist here.  That wasn't really very fun because he mostly just preached about how all Sororities and Fraternities were just houses of sin and how all of us are going to Hell.  Mostly, i just wanted to hit the guy for being an asshole.  But I had better things to do.  I walked by later and a guy was standing near him holding a sing reading, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"  That guy needed congratulations.

Anyway, that's what's been going on in this part of the world.  Not much, but hey! you asked!