Friday, April 27, 2007 

Next week is finals week and then I'm free for the summer. Hooray for that. I really should feel more excited than I do, but maybe the weather is taking its toll on me (it's all gray and misty outside). I'm not really sure what I'm going to do all summer; all the people willing to hang out with me for the most part live in different cities. Maybe I'm exaggerating. I just hate to feel like I'm bugging people.

I've come to a point again where I'm bored with life and its current state of existence; the avenues that appear the most interesting are of course the ones I can't pursue. Why is forbidden fruit always the most appealing? If only practicality wasn't an issue...

There is good news though; exactly one week after she ran away, Clarice returned home (or at least one building over from home). One of the neighbors found her wandering around their front stoop and, having seen the fliers I taped on the mailbox, brought her in and called me. I wanted to give them some money or something to show my gratitude, but then I felt that money would have been too formal, if that makes sense. They just seemed happy that they'd helped me out.

I got my new phone today. It's just another used razr, the same as the one I've already got, except it's apparently been wet at some point, because the little indicator dot was red. Which means I couldn't put insurance on it, sigh. But it's nice to have a working screen again. And they transferred my phone book as part of their little fee, so I don't have to go around bugging people for their numbers. Again.

Posted by Rachel at 7:09 PM |

Wednesday, April 11, 2007 

Clarice ran away Monday night. I let Chris come over and when he left, he somehow managed to leave the front door open (I really think sometimes that kid needs to have a full-time chaperone). I somehow managed not to notice the open door until Dan came in 5-10 minutes later. We realized later still that we hadn't seen the cat in awhile... I put up notes on the mailbox asking anyone who finds her to call me, but so far nothing. After our snowstorm I'm going to put up a few more fliers a little farther throughout the complex. I keep checking the front door and sliding door anytime I think I hear something that could be her, but it never is.

Last night I went out with some of my friends from my poetry class at school; we went to White's bar to hear a band play (one of the other guys from our class played) then to the Texan for breakfast sometime around midnight or 1230. Well, we were having a discussion about literary theories and stuff we'd written and then it branched into sort of a discussion about feminism (as it pertains to literature and a poem my friend Scott wrote, particularly) and Scott was in the middle of saying something when this woman at the next table decided she needed to add her two cents.

Now, this wouldn't have been so terrible except that a) she seemed to be a little drunk and looking for a fight; b) she pretty much attacked Scott - yelling at him and telling him to "grow some balls" over something that was none of her business; and c), she had no idea what she was talking about nor had she heard the whole conversation. She was calling him "racist" when in fact race had nothing to do with any of it - we were discussing male vs. female, which would be "sexism" - if Scott had even been saying anything of a sexist nature, which he wasn't. He asked her, "Why are you getting so mad about it? You don't even know what we're talking about." She finally shut up and went back to her own conversation, but when we left she came outside after us (by herself, which was a stupid move on her part now that I think about it, considering the fact that she was trying to pick a fight with a stranger much bigger than her). We didn't stop to talk to her though. She didn't come out there 'til we were already in the car and, in my opinion at least, it wasn't worth our time.

Posted by Rachel at 5:27 PM |

Thursday, April 05, 2007 

I'm considering giving up posting here in favor of a site that people might actually read, i.e., myspace or facebook.

Does that make me lame?

Posted by Rachel at 4:46 PM |